Haven’t You Always Wanted a Monkey?

I know I have! A couple weeks ago I went with my friend Wiwin to her village, Namorambe, to speak at a homegroup there. Guess what I saw while walking down the street? A tiny monkey! In a costume! Riding a bicycle!

Obviously I was excited and tried to take a picture. Out of nowhere this horrid child jumped in front of my camera and went “Ooh! Photo! Photo!” I wanted to hit him. Luckily (for him) Steve intervened and grabbed his shoulder and say “Hey!” And I, being a nice missionary, said “Go away!” and then the bet picture I could get is the one you see above.

There is something wrong in a village where a white girl with a camera is more exciting to a child than a costumed monkey riding a bicycle.

So after that, as you can imagine, my interest in moneys picked up considerably. And so when I saw a cute little monkey tied up outside a restaurant and a bunch of little kids playing with it (it was owned by a little boy) he let me hold it!!!

This next picture is my favourite:

You can’t tell really well from that picture, but look a bit closer:



It is biting me! I am getting bitten by a monkey! And my wonderful husband gets it on camera perfectly!!! *note to my mother, and all relatives in healthcare: it didn’t break the skin. You can all start breathing again.*