Well, I’ve safely returned from my trip to Burkina Faso.
Unfortunately, I didn’t come back with any money. Apparently, Miss. Nadia Omwony Ojok had already gotten the money from her bank with the help of another patron. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, right?
I have some pictures from my trip I’d like to share:
Here’s me and five other guys who had wanted to help Miss Nadia. I was still interested in meeting her, to let her know I had come all the way from America to help. One of them told me where I could find her brother, who was working out in the countryside at a French mission, and he might know where she was.
This is Miss Nadia’s brother, Pedro. At first I thought it strange that an Ugandan would have a Mexican name, but given that his sister’s is Russian, maybe it wasn’t all that strange after all. He explained his father always admired St Pedro Pio, and he was named after him. Pedro didn’t know where his sister was, except that he had gotten a text message the day before which said “C ya, bro! Leaving 2day!” I thanked him for his time, but before I left, he asked if I knew anything about football. I said sure! I love football! He asked if I could step in and coach his cousin’s team that afternoon, as he was feeling ill and didn’t think he could make it. I had time before my return flight, so I said no problem.
So I got back on my bike and rode to the stadium.
So how was your weekend?