Just kidding- it’s not me! But now I can’t get that dang song out of my head! I went to several weddings in Uganda. And I had so many marriage offers, almost every day, I’m surprised I didn’t end up at my own accidentally! I will have you know that in Uganda I am worth 700 cows! I had 5 genuine offers for 700 cows. My friends were dying to sell me off and keep the cows- that’s a fortune! Green eyes, ratty bleached hair, and a big smile are a top commodity in some places… So guys let’s get one thing straight- I am expensive! haha.
This first wedding was a really great time. We took some motorbikes over to the village, and arrived in this almost empty green field. I remember thinking “so, aren’t we going to a wedding?” We followed a ton of kids down the path, past buildings and fields, and I can’t even remember what, until all of sudden we ran into this WALL of people. There were so many people, they couldn’t move. In the distance we could see the bridal procession making their way past. I stepped back and looked for a place to settle in, at the edge of the crowd. But I underestimated the excitement of having “muzungu’s” or white people at an event. Within seconds we were being escorted through the parting crowd right up to the edge of the action. Chairs appeared out of no where, and we were deposited in the chairs and sodas were pushed into our hands. Wow. This was one of my first moments of realizing we stuck out like a sore thumb, and also dealing with my discomfort at being treated differently, preferentially, because of skin color. I had been happy in the back, I didn’t really like the special attention. But I will say the up front view was fantastic and I had a great time! We were right in front of the singing and dancing- church choirs from all over came to sing at the wedding, so there was an endless exchange of groups. I was fascinated to learn that the bridal dress and dresses of the wedding party are all rented, which is why they don’t really fit everyone exactly. I lent my camera to my friend Promise, who we nicknamed “CNN”, and he did a great job taking pictures of the wedding, many of which are included here! Afterwards we found the “real” party, a dance circle between a few homes where the women especially were tearing it up! The dancing was a circle with dancers alternating into the circle alone or as two. The dances often included extremely high jumping and the singing had a lot of high calls of “Aiii-eeeEE!”. The drums pounded, and it was so good. I was stunned to see in one dance women were even getting down on the ground, swinging their heads side to side and arching their backs as another women danced over them. Of course we dove in head first and danced our tails off, which everyone found entertaining. When it finally got dark, we made our way back, back to that empty field where we started and piled into a little white pick up truck that carried about 30 of us home. Yes, 30. Welcome to Africa.