Mercy

This is Mercy. She's our cook. And when I say our cook, I mean she's our saving grace. I know that no matter what kind of weird thing I've eaten that day, I will have a fantastic dinner that night. She made us French toast once. French toast! Oh, and did I mention that she makes dinner for 16 people every night? On a charcoal stove? She went to culinary school and is therefore legit. She even killed a chicken that we all watched. I have video. She's also made us some traditional African stuff, like rice and beans and greens, but even that was delicious. She's from Kenya, she has two daughters and a husband (all in Kenya) and she dreams of having her own restaurant one day. Bascially she's a magician and we're all so glad that she's with us.

P.S. more about David: apparently last year the other Uganda team was having troubles with kids launching rocks over the wall and breaking up the tiles on the roof. One of the directors called David and had him switch places with that house's guard. Within two days the problem was solved. Apparently he spent a day scouting out all of the possible ways to exit the house and then when the kids came he cut through the jungle and tied up some twine or rope between some trees and close-lined the kids when they came running. Then he took them to their mothers. Their mothers put them in the public square to be publicly humiliated. David gets the job done.