Wednesday, February 29

Heading to Uganda!!

Today is the day we finally set foot on Ugandan soil today! Our flight leaves from Nairobi at 5:50pm and we land in Entebbe at 7:05pm. From the airport we head to Matoke Inn in Kampala (owned and operated by AIM) for several days of language training. Then, Lord willing, we move our stuff into our home (still no idea what or where). Then we do a few days of homestay (living with a Ugandan family) and then we finally settle at home!

We are so excited to be so close to starting our new lives and ministries!

Tuesday, February 28

Because I am white...

And for no other reason, I am treated with honor as a special guest and as a commodity.

Because I am white and for no other reason I am ushered to be seated at the front, given preferential treatment, served, served first, introduced and appreciated and praised. I have not done anything to deserve special treatment. I am not known beyond a name, a face, and a skin color. Yet I am honored above others.

Because I am white and for no other reason I am treated as a commodity, a resource, a connection, and a means. I am solicited for money, help, financial assistance, from those who have only just met me, from those who hardly know my name. I am pressed for resources and connections without even knowing what resources and connections I may or may not have.

And it is hard. And I don’t like it. It’s part of the African culture to honor guests but our treatment is beyond what a normal guest would receive. I don’t like the undue attention, undeserved honor, and preferential treatment based on nothing but my skin. Paraded around, stared at, hollered at on the streets. I am assumed to be wealthy and treated as a benefactor for all who may ask. And it is hard.

First, Africans are not afraid to ask. In American culture we are taught to be independent and only ask when circumstances are desperate, and even then to only ask from close friends or family. That is not the way of African culture. Plus, Africans have been conditioned to expect Westerners to dole out money when asked, because that is what Westerners normally do. Since our ministry here is long term we do not want to create an expectation of giving money to everyone, and we do not want to create dependency. So we have to operate differently. It’s hard to not give money to the people in needy circumstances. And sometimes we will. But not without a prior relationship. But it’s also hard to be asked for money at every turn.

Although there are so many wonderful things about African culture, some of the adjustments are and will be hard. This is just one of them.

Monday, February 27

Our last day at ABO

Today is our last full day at ABO. We leave tomorrow, Tuesday, to head back to the Mayfield Guesthouse in Nairobi. We will spend the night there and on Wednesday we fly to Entebbe, Uganda. The extra baggage fees are going to be pretty hefty for all of our stuff. However, this is Africa so we can negotiate the fees with the Kenya airline personnel so wish us luck. And by that I mean please pray. They may make an allowance for us since we are moving, not just going on vacation. 

Time to head in for our last day of sessions!

We've got lots of blog posts in the making but haven't had time to actually write and post them so be on the lookout for those in the near future!

Wednesday, February 22

Mapping our journey

Here’s a little roadmap of where we have been and where we are going. It may be helpful for those of you who aren’t closely familiar with African geography and the land of Kenya and Uganda. Which includes me. I can only identify a handful of African countries, though I am learning a lot through a game we play during free time called Geografacts (or Geogra-dorks as some people call it).

We started in Houston and drove by van to Peachtree City, GA, a suburb of Atlanta.

After spending a few days there we flew out of Atlanta airport to Nairobi, Kenya via a layover in Amsterdam.

In Nairobi we spent several days at the Mayfield Guesthouse and then drove about two hours to the campus of Scott Theological College in the town of Machakos. We have been here for about two weeks and will stay for a week more. From here we head back to Mayfield Guesthouse, spend the night and then fly into Entebbe, Uganda. From the Entebbe airport we will drive about an hour to Kampala where we will spend several days at the Matoke Inn Guesthouse in the hills just outside the city.

From there we go to homestay in the home of a national Ugandan. We have no idea with whom or where that will be. And then from there we settle into a home. Nope, no idea where that will be either. We are enjoying the journey but also excited for the day we settle into a home and unpack our suitcases for good.

Monday, February 20


Here's a little video we made to tell y'all about our time here at Africa Based Orientation, or ABO.

We know you love us
We know you care
Just send an email
And we'll be there
You have our love
You have our hearts
So we are never ever very far apart

We're working hard
We ain't just playing
We're learning culture
And what they're saying
We're seeing Africa with our own eyes
And we'll be headed to Uganda in no time
Because we're at...

at A-B-A-B-A-B-O
We're at A-B-A-B-A-B-O
We're having a really great time
at A-B-A-B-A-B-O
We're at A-B-A-B-A-B-O
We're having a really great time

For the people, we'll learn whatever
It's gonna take for us to live together
We're changing what we do
Lacking solid poo
We'll do anything
We even left our rings

We're staying focused on the Gospel story
And we'll preach it and we'll teach with good theology
It's going down down down down...
And I just can't believe all the sights and all the sounds
Here at...

at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're having a really great time
at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're having a really great time


Five hours plus thirteen
On the airplane
There was no comfy way to sleep and no way to move around and it almost drove us insane
It had us going crazy
But we were in luck
We're got our comforts daily
But there ain't no Starbucks
Africa makes our heart pound
And skip a beat as we walk through the streets
But it ain't no playground
Except for breaks on the weekend
Being here is so amazing
Even though our hearts are breaking
We miss you all like crazy
We love you's what we're saying...

at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're having a really great time
at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're at A-B-A-B-ABO
We're having a really great time

Saturday, February 18

Thank you for praying.

We know y’all are praying for us. We can see and feel it. We made it safely to Africa with all nine pieces of checked luggage. We have not yet had any major issues transitioning into such a foreign culture. We have not had any major sicknesses. We have not been overly tired. We have not been overwhelmed. We have had sufficient energy even with our unbalanced diet. We have not felt a strain on our relationship, even with very little alone time and couple time.

We naturally expected to deal with some of these issues but have not yet. And we know that that is because we are covered in prayer.

So thank you. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for lifting us up before the Lord during this difficult time that had not been so difficult after all. 

Friday, February 17

What we've been learning at ABO.

After a week of training we have learned a lot about African culture, practices, and worldview. We have also learned that there is so much we don’t know. And that it would take three lifetimes to learn it all.

The first day of training (Wed, Feb 8) we did group introductions, sharing our stories of how God led each of us to Africa. It was so beautiful to see how the Lord orchestrated circumstances to bring us all together through AIM to Africa. More on our stories in a later post.

Day two (Thur, Feb 9) we were introduced to African culture through a man named Duncan, a Kenyan native, and lady named Wairimu (Wah-REE-moo), also a Kenyan native. They began teaching us about the varying cultures of Africa, in the different regions in East and Central Africa, and in the cities and rural villages. Turns out Africa is pretty diverse.

Day three (Fri, Feb 10) we learned about the African worldview and how it differs from the Western and American worldview.

Saturday and Sunday were our days off. Trey and I went on a walk into town Saturday and Sunday went to church

Day four of training (Mon, Feb 13) we talked about the issue of Biblical vs. Cultural and how to assess and deal with cultural issues from a truly Biblical perspective.

Day five (Tue, Feb 14) we learned about Spiritual Warfare. The culture of Africa is very spiritual in nature.  We learned about all kinds of spiritual beliefs, practices, and rituals (some good, some bad, some evil) and how interrelated the physical and spiritual world are to an African.

Day six (Wed, Feb 15) we took a field trip into town to practice being relational over task-oriented. We had a list of questions to be answered by meeting locals and having conversations with them. 

We have been learning so much and can't wait to head to Uganda in a few weeks. 

Thursday, February 16

Holy Guacamole!

After our unsuccessful adventure for guacamole on Saturday we were pretty bummed. The food has been a little rough for us, even with all the wonderful potatoes, so we were really looking forward to a taste of home in homemade guacamole. Then Sunday night after a very long day of church we walked into the dining hall and to our utter delight discovered that they had made guacamole. The Kenyan cook who was in charge of our meals had tried his hand at guacamole (knowing that the Westerners enjoy it) with chapati (tortilla like bread) and a type of salsa. Sarah Fox and I did a little dance and then hugged when we saw the spread. Everyone was thrilled as they came in and saw the food. It wasn’t quite the way we would make it but all things considered it was delicious. Absolutely delicious. And such a special blessing. We don’t deserve special meals. The cook had no reason to make something so foreign and unusual to him just for us. But he did. And it was a blessing. God’s grace and provision comes not only through potatoes but guacamole too. He is so good to us.

Wednesday, February 15


Sunday was our first visit to an African church. Everyone at Africa Based Orientation (ABO) was separated into small groups to attend church with a local student from Scott Theological College (the campus where we are staying for ABO training). Trey and I were paired up with the Palmiters (who we went to the Giraffe park with). We met with James (the Scott student) at 8:00 am and loaded up in a small matatu (muh-tah-too) to head to church. The matatu was very small. It was basically a shrunken minivan with room to seat six comfortably. In most places they are very willing to load up even small matatus with a dozen people or so. Fortunately it was just the seven of us (the Allens, the Palmiters, James, another student Ben, plus the driver). Trey found seat to be slightly uncomfortable for a 6'1" Texan. He had to fold his knees between the front seat and his chest and hunch over and bend his neck because the roof was so low. Poor guy.

First we went to a youth service at a secondary school lead by and for the girls and boys of the high school. There was a lot of singing and dancing to open the service. Group after group came up to lead a song or dance. The service was very interactive. Then we were brought to the front and asked to provide a brief introduction ourselves. Mike Palmiter is a pilot (which they understood as pirate because of our accents!), Ana Palmiter is a teacher, Trey is a pastor (duh), and I said I previously worked at a university. Apparently they didn't know what to do with my profession because after our intros they recapped to say, "If you want to know about being a pilot ask Mike, if you want to know about being a teacher ask Ana, if you want to know about being a pastor ask Trey. Okay, let's pray." I was skipped altogether. Haha.

Then Trey preached for the students about Fearing the Lord. He did great (duh). Some of it may have been lost because of our accents but we think they understood most of it.

After that service we went across the street to another church. The entire service was in the local language which I can't say or spell. The service started at 10:45 am and finished at 1:30 pm. That was a change. Hospitality is a huge part of the culture in African so afterwards they prepared lunch for us which was a tomato potato meaty stew with chapati (a tortilla like bread). I was doing my best to eat it with a smile even though I didn't love the flavor. I ate my potato chunks first and was prepared to finish the rest but Trey took my bowl and gave me his because he had left all his potatoes for me. And then he finished all the non-potato parts I had left in my bowl. He's the pretty much the best.

We finally finished our meal and by the time we got back to campus is was 3:30 pm. Seriously. It was a long day but the experience was invaluable and we really did have a great time.

Tuesday, February 14

A Saturday Walk

The internet has been spotty so we haven't been able to blog much. Sorry! The next few posts will catch you up on the events of the past week. 

On Saturday, our first day off, Trey and I decided to go on a walk into town instead of taking a hike up the local mountain with the rest of the ABO group. Shocking, I know. Trey and I avoiding a hike. Especially since we love nature and camping and hiking so much. Not.

Anyway, since the produce here in Kenya is pretty good we thought we would go to a market in town to gather supplies for guacamole. We headed out on our adventure filled with hopeful excitement at the prospect of guacamole. The walk into town took about 45 minutes. 

(Click on the pictures to enlarge them)

Here's Trey as we started on our walk:

Leaving the gates of Scott Theological College (the campus where we are staying for ABO).

 The road to town.

A golf course we passed on the way.

Some shops in town. I love all the colors they use here. It's so different but makes for some really fun pictures.

A unique plaza in town.

Burial rituals are very important in this culture. This entire strip was filled with funeral service shops. 

We stopped at four supermarkets in town. The produce was scarce and not all the ingredients were available. Our hopes for guacamole slowly deflated.  

We found this pharmacy in town. See, Robert Jordin, there's work for you here! Come visit!

A field of goats on the walk back.

Colorful trash on the side of the road.

Some cows showing us the way back. 

After 2 1/2 hours of walking and searching for ingredients for guacamole we came back empty handed and sad. But it was a fun adventure nonetheless.  

P.S. Stay tuned for good news regarding guacamole!

Friday, February 10

God's grace in potatoes

Trey is a lot tougher than I am. A lot. I'm sure that is obvious to anyone who knows us. And anyone who talked to us about our fears about Africa may have heard me talk about food. I enjoy eating. I enjoy food. And I like to enjoy my food.

Here in Africa food is not about entertainment, meals are not a pastime. Food is survival. Food is meant to sustain you and little else. So you can understand my concern with how I would be able to handle the food here. When we were in Uganda in 2010 I found refuge in potatoes. Almost every meal came with potatoes. Boiled, mashed, sliced, fried, sometimes with a few meager spices, sometimes plain. So no matter what the meal included I could almost always count on my potatoes to help me through. And boy was I thankful. Most of the time there was at least one other part of the meal that I could stomach as well. But sometimes there wasn't. And sometimes I would eat it all anyway and sometimes I would get sick. But God, in His goodness almost always gave me potatoes. Something to sustain me and to look forward to during mealtime.

Well, as of seven days in Africa I haven't been sick once. I have been sick with a cold since we were in Atlanta but that's beside the point. And God has once again given me potatoes. Almost every lunch and dinner so far has included potatoes. And I have served myself a heaping portion each time.

During the four days at Mayfield guesthouse the meals were very westernized. Like an African version of American meals. Most were great. Some I didn't care for. But they always served potatoes too.

Here at ABO the meals have become more authentically African. Which has been harder for me to swallow. Literally. But each meal has included potatoes.

It may seem trivial thank God for such a silly thing. But each time we head to a meal and I am anxious about what is in store I find such comfort in seeing potatoes, in whatever form they take, being served alongside the other less appetizing parts of the meal. I am so thankful to serve a God who loves us so much and gives us undeserved gifts like potatoes. I do not deserve potatoes at every meal. I do not deserve to be able to pass over less appetizing parts of the meals. I have no right to meals I enjoy. I have no right to like every part of the meal we are served. I have no right to be so choosy with my food. I have no right to potatoes. It may end soon but in the meantime I am thankful that in this time of transition God has shown me His grace and provision through potatoes.

P.S. If you are wondering how Trey is handling the food, he is great. Trey is such a trooper. He can put anything down, even if he doesn't like it. And he has been doing just that. Without complaint. He's sort of my hero.

P.P.S. We are also taking daily multi-vitamins to help compensate for the unbalanced diet.

Thursday, February 9

Africa Based Orientation, or ABO

      We have safely arrived at ABO.  In case you are unaware, ABO is where we will spend the next three weeks doing training in all things African.  Some of the things on our schedule are sessions on African culture, African religions, Healthy Living in Africa, Security in Africa, Language learning ect... We are very excited about this time and look forward to soaking up the information.
      One thing this means is that our communication will be scarce for the next three weeks.  Our days will be full and our internet access more infrequent.  So if you do not hear from us much in the next three weeks, fear not, we are just preparing to do the ministry you all have so faithfully partnered with us to do. Thank you for your continued prayers during this time of training.


Wednesday, February 8

Kelly the Giraffe

On our last full day at the Mayfield Guesthouse before heading to Africa Based Orientation (ABO) we went on a fun little adventure on the other side of Nairobi to a giraffe park. Another AIM missionary couple with us at Mayfield suggested we go (Mike and Ana Palmiter, check out their super cool blog/website).

We got to see some giraffes close up. And we even fed them. With our mouths. Seriously.

We climbed the stairs to a second story balcony to feed Kelly the giraffe.

Trey, the Foxes, and the Palmiters.

Trey draws Kelly near.

Kelly was not shy about coming close.

And then we fed Kelly. Like this:


At first I was disgusted and completely opposed to feeding the giraffe with a pellet in my mouth. 
Then I watched everyone do it. And then I went for it. It was slimy and wet. All over my chin and mouth. 
Now I am disgusted and only mostly opposed to feeding a giraffe with one's mouth.

They also had some turtles at the giraffe park. Here's Trey pinching one:

The turtle.

Us with the turtle, just below Trey's hand.

 There were also warthogs who lived in the same area as the giraffes:

The gang of four.

Monday, February 6

Reflections on Leaving

Trey wrote this post a few days ago while on the plane to Africa:

Right now, I am sitting on a plane, a little cramped, a little tired but very much alive. My wife is sitting next to me, and across the aisle our friends and partners Kyle and Sarah. I sit on this plane with so much running through my head, like What will ABO be like? How well will we be able to adjust? When will we actually start doing ministry? There is one text that I cannot get out of my head. It is a text that has been very formative throughout our journey to Africa. Colossians 1:24-29.

“Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling up what is lacking in Christ’s affliction for the sake of his body, that is, the church, of which I became a minister according to the stewardship from God that was given to me for you”

While I do not dare call our pain suffering in the Biblical sense, there is pain. This very moment, our friends Kyle and Sarah are weeping over the loss of family members and friends. We have all wept. We have all grieved that we will not hear our niece’s first words, or watch our nephew’s sports games. We have all cried over not being able to hug our dads or hold our mothers hands. Over not being able to wrestle with a brother or hear “you’re awesome” from another. While this can hardly be classified as suffering, it is hard and it does hurt. Paul is talking about it as “for the sake of the body”. This very interesting text makes it sound as if Jesus’ plan was for His disciple to finish out His suffering. While there is not doubt His sacrifice is sufficient to bring salvation, He left some suffering for us to do. We are supposed to suffer for the sake of the Church. We are supposed to hurt, and lose, and be without, for the sake of the Church. My mind turns to the phrase “I rejoice in my suffering for your sake”. “For your sake” in our situation I long to meet the people all this pain is for. I rejoice in the pain and am anxious to see who exactly it is all for. I am so exited to see what exactly God has in store for us. To meet the people this has all been for, to see them learn God’s word on a deeper level, to see their face light up when a Biblical theme clicks (not unlike a look I have seen on some the faces of people who have come to a Secret Church). I long to know and pray for the ones we have given all this up for. It is okay for us to cry, to hurt, to feel pain, but we must look beyond our current pain to the ones for whom we do it and rejoice. My heart jumps at the thought of giving the little we have given to commission an African to go back to his village knowing he is prepared to be a strong Godly leader in his community. What a glorious reason to feel pain and loss.

“To make the word of God fully known.”

My eyes fill with tears as I think on the reality that God has given us this call. God has entrusted His Word to us, that we may share it’s wonders to the African people we will come in contact with. I love to teach the Bible, I love to teach the Old Testament. There is little in life that gives me as much joy as being able to teach large portions of the Bible and seeing people receive the Word. We have been called to teach His word, to the college students, the pastors in the North, and who knows who else? Not just to teach parts of His word but to make His word fully known. To teach from Genesis to Revelation in order to see the fullness of God and His word. However Paul gives us an aim while we teach the full word

“the mystery hidden for ages and generation but now revealed to his saints. To them God chose to make known how great among the gentiles are the riches of the glory of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.”

We teach with the aim of people seeing Jesus. We teach the full word of God so that people may see the full glory and riches of what Christ has done. We do not teach for knowledge sake or for behavior modification. We teach so people will see Jesus. Not simply that they would know His name but they would know who He is and the depth of what He has done, from overcoming the curse of sin in Genesis 3 to fulfilling the promise made to Abraham in Genesis 12 to succeeding to keep the law where all of Israel had failed, to bringing about a new and greater covenant that will not be broken, a covenant that is characterized by forgotten sins and a cleansing of guilt, a covenant that comes with a new heart and a new spirit! We teach with the aim that people see the light of the glory of the gospel of Christ. Oh that we would be faithful in this endeavor. That we would handle the word of God rightly and teach in Spirit led obedience.

“Him we proclaim, warning everyone and teaching everyone with all wisdom, that we may present everyone mature in Christ”

Him we proclaim! What a great statement for all of life. Him we proclaim as we are at work or as we fly to Africa, Him we proclaim! One of the things I love about this passage is that it calls us to go beyond where many African Churches go and honestly beyond where many missionaries go with Africans. The goal is not only that they would come to see the glory and riches of Jesus but that they would become mature in Christ. The full teaching of the word must not take them beyond Jesus but it must take them beyond conversion! Our heart is to see mature Christians among the students at UCF. To see them discipled to maturity during their four years at Makerere. I can hardly sit still as I imagine sitting with an African student as we pray and read scripture and talk about life and how to live for Jesus.

“For this I toil, struggling with all his energy that he powerfully works within me”

These imagined scenes, these hopes, they must be toiled for. It will not happen without work! It takes work to teach the Bible well, it takes work to develop relationships, it takes a great amount of work to disciple someone. However, we are not alone in this work. We are not even required to provide the energy. This will honestly be a struggle for me, as I have a tendency toward a “do it yourself” mind set. However, if we desire to see these dreams come to reality we must become dependent on God and His ability to work. We are not capable of opening someone’s eyes to see the glory of the gospel, or to increase someone’s faith, or to bring about repentance, God must do all these things. We must learn to minster through His power as He works.

I know that we have a lot ahead of us, a lot of adjusting, a lot of tears, but as I sit in this plane, I am filled with joy and hope. Filled with joy for what God has done ordaining this moment, and filled with hope for what He will do as we begin our time in Africa a matter of hours from now. What a great God we serve, who makes serving Him a joy to us.

Sunday, February 5

Mayfield Guesthouse

Before heading to Africa Based Orientation we were given several unscheduled days of relaxation at the Mayfield Guesthouse in Nairobi, Kenya. It has been wonderful to spend some time just hanging out, resting, NOT packing, and NOT in a plane. 

Our group collecting all of the luggage at the Nairobi airport:

Our 5 bins, 4 suitcases, and 2 carry-ons:

The entrance to the Mayfield Guesthouse:

Our room, mosquito nets included:

All the luggage piled high in the room:

Sorry about all the luggage pictures. I'll try to take photos of actual people at Africa Based Orientation. We leave for ABO on Tuesday morning for three weeks then we head to Uganda!!!

Let's get it started!

Hello friends! If you have committed to support us and have not yet started, now is the time! We are finally in Africa and now rely on your support to sustain our life and ministry. Which means we are official MISSIONARIES!

Thank you so much for your prayer, encouragement, and support. We are so blessed to be surrounded by such a wonderful community of people. Y'all are the best!

Saturday, February 4

We are in Africa!

We have arrived safely in Kenya (with all of our bags)! Praise the Lord!

On Thursday evening we flew out from Atlanta to Amsterdam on a 8+ hour flight with about 20 other AIM missionaries. The group arrived in Amsterdam in the morning (their time) and after a 2.5 hour layover (just enough time to use the restroom, grab some breakfast, and find our next gate) we boarded the 8+ hour flight to Nairobi, Kenya. We arrived in Kenya around 8pm (their time). It took a long time to go through the entry point, gather all of our bags, and go through customs. It was close to 11pm (I think) when we loaded up 3 giant vans with people and luggage. We arrived at Mayfield Guesthouse somewhere around 12:30am or so. After unloading all our things and getting settled in the room we finally went to bed, which was the first time I had slept since Atlanta (I can't sleep on planes) so it felt glorious to lay down and rest. After a good night's sleep we are feeling great. It's 9:30am here but 12am in Texas so we're hoping our body-clocks adjust quickly!

We are so thankful for your prayers for travel mercies! The plane rides were smooth with no delays and all of us but one (from the AIM missionary group) received all their bags.

We will be in Nairobi at the Mayfield Guesthouse for a few days of rest before we head just outside the city for three weeks of Africa Based Orientation (ABO). There's a little timeline on the right side so you can follow all our crazy transitions over the next few months.

Praise the Lord for His provisions and faithfulness in bringing us to Africa!

Friday, February 3

In flight to Africa!

We are in the air!

The Allens and the Foxes and several dozen other AIM missionaries are on our way to Nairobi, Kenya for Africa Based Orientation. We will spend several weeks at the Mayfield Guesthouse in Nairobi learning about African culture, people, and how to live in a foreign place. Then we head to Uganda!!!

We hope to have internet at the Mayfield Guesthouse but are not sure what to expect. If I don't blog for a several days (or even a few weeks), DO NOT WORRY! It's probably just the internet.

We'll keep you posted as we can!

Thursday, February 2

Peachtree City, GA

For the few days in Atlanta we stayed in a hotel in Peachtree City, a few blocks from AIM's headquarters. The hotel was delightful and provided a golf cart for guests to take around town. Peachtree City has golf cart paths around the entire city and 50% of the residents here own golf carts. Isn't that fun?

So we took the golf cart one afternoon for a little adventure.

The scenic golf cart path:

 The Foxes navigating the map:

The gang of four:

And this gem is from the van ride from Houston to Atlanta. We were pretty excited to see each other so the trip was full of fun and silliness. 

Wednesday, February 1

Currency Converter

I just added another gadget to the left sidebar. Check out the currency converter beneath the Kampala Weather gadget. Now you can find out how many Ugandan Shillings we spend in comparison to US Dollars. Once we exchange several hundred dollars we become Ugandan millionaires!

Though a million shillings only goes a little further than $500 would (for example, a Coke costs 2000 shillings which is just under $1).