One night, we drove for thirty minutes down a bumpy road. Either side of the road was pitch black and we could hear bats screeching throughout the night. The car's windshield had a massive crack running through it and one of the car doors didn't open. It was the most durable car I had ever been in. Eventually, we entered a town and drove past the shops to a little side street. A huge electric fence rested on one side guarding one of the largest Ugandan hospitals. On the other side was a row of houses. That is where we found Pastor Tim's house.
Maybe a day or two after that, we had the morning to ourselves. We strolled down to Gilbert's house to see if he would take us around town. When we got there, we found him and his grandfather hammering away at the ground. They were building a latrine. That's a fancy way of saying bathroom. Keep in mind, an African bathroom is a tiny room outside with a 2" by 4" hole in the ground. But it's deep.
Once Gilbert's grandfather saw us, he showed us all that he had worked to built. Their home was two tiny rooms. No floor. They had built it from the ground up. Their land stretched pretty far and they had planted all sorts of fruit trees and vegetables. He led us all the way down to the end of his land. At the end, we came to a little stream that floods when it rains. That stream is connected to the Nile River.
Two very different homes, but both holding two very great families.