A week or so ago we attended another wedding; this time for the sister of the boy we sponsor at New Hope. The family is Rwandan and so the cultural traditions were again different from anything we had experienced before. We travelled to Ngoma about 60 km away to attend the ceremony with some other friends from New Hope.
The wedding was delayed so to pass the time we wandered through town creating the usual stir as mothers hustled their children out to see the 'Mzungu.' We also toured a milk storage facility where milk from local farms is stored in refrigerated tanks before being taken to Kampala for processing. The lab technician gave us a full run down on the tests she carries out to detect watered down milk, etc. This particular area is known for its cattle and wealth is measured in the size of ones herd.
By 2:30 the wedding finally got underway and we settled into our plastic chairs to observe the proceedings. One of our friends was called on to translate since there were 'white' people at the event. In fact the crowd was told not once, not twice but three times that these people "really were white. They had not made themselves white." The wedding ceremony itself was held up at one juncture while paper work was hunted down but eventually the deed was done and the bride and groom exited the church.
We were thankful for our friends who explained many of the puzzling customs of the day and graciously put up with all the attention we generated.
We stayed at the reception long enough to enjoy a plate of delicious Rwandan food.
Then we made a get-away before David got caught up in the embarrassing position of not having a cow to offer to the couple. Guess the nice blue towels weren't exactly the right gift for this occasion.