"I don't believe in your rubbish... get out, JUST GET OUT!"

I was feeling confident my first day with my new companion. We found a lot of good people. We had some really good lessons. We ended a little early in the evening, and as we were walking home, I realized that we would be passing one of the prime ministers' houses. Why not end the day right? We went and knocked on his big gate and a guard answered. We cheerfully asked for "our friend" the professor. We got in and greeted all the soldiers holding machine guns as we walked by them. We got into his house and went into a very nice sitting room to wait for "our friend." It was a rumor that this was the prime minister that came to the function where the church handed out over 500 wheelchairs. So I figured we already had something going for us. Then I heard his agitated inquisitive voice say, "Who is here to see me?!" I thought to myself, I better have a big smile on my face to try and contend with that mood. It didn't work... He walked in and just blasted us. "Do you know what time it is? Do you know who I am? My father was a missionary in 1920! I don't believe in your rubbish... get out, JUST GET OUT!" I was ready with lines to try and humble him, but I just humbled myself and walked out instead. We waved the soldiers a good night and left. A real downer to a good day.

New area is alright. Not too many investigators. One really good family that Krueger found a while back. The area book here has left us helpless. The missionaries before us hadn't filled out a single thing they've done for the past two months and now we're expected to pick up where they left off. Welsh will be dropped off tomorrow. President let him stay in Seeta an extra Sunday to witness some baptisms there. It'll be nice to have an American around to relate with. Not to mention his work ethic and drive to get things done. I need that attitude right now, because I'm not seeing it from anyone else here.

Last night I gave a blessing to a woman. She only gave me two names. She insisted that I wouldn't be able to pronounce her third name. Well it took several attempts, and most of the room was laughing at me, which made it hard to feel the Spirit. But it was done - with the full name.

Mengo is very ready to shine. It's a cool branch and most of the members already seem to know me. The house I'm staying in was being robbed a few months ago, but as long as I keep my camera and credit cards with me at all times, no problems.

My companion is a big man. He has a deep voice and walks slow. He was born in Rwanda and then went to school his whole life in Uganda. He can speak Luganda fluently, which is really nice! I now know every single thing that people say about me when we're walking around. It really does come in handy. I'm basically training him in the aspect that we do a lot of different things here in this mission than he did in the Ghana mission. He has some funny stories about some of the crazy things missionaries were doing in his mission. He can cook. He likes to cook. I like to eat his food. But sometimes it takes a bit too long.

Christmas in Disney World or Disney Land? Either way, it sounds like a vacation for a family that has a lot of young children. What about a cruise?

I'll probably be e-mailing every Monday. Just like I used to. I'm also happy about it.

I'll make a list of things to send with Dad. Probably stuff that I could give to my recent converts. But little candies are perfect for the village atmosphere.

Kale, I love you. Bye

Elder Wright