As discussed earlier in the week, Frank organized a projector and stereo for the movie night we planned for the women of the Kagando fistula ward.  He told me to meet him at his place after dinner and we would head down to the ward to setup.  We hadn’t told anyone else about the show, not even the nurses, mostly because we had no idea how things would turn out. 

Frank seemed pretty confident on the equipment front and my responsibility was content. Earlier in the day,  I spent about 45 minutes slapping together a slide show of pictures I had taken of the women around the ward.  To give this Ken Burns slide show a little pop, I added an African reggae favorite to the mix.  Besides being fantastic music in its own right, I figured the ladies would know Lucky Dube and probably like him too.  I don’t know anyone who doesn't like Lucky Dube.

With slideshow in hand, and a belly full of dinner, I marched up to Frank’s house to see a loading his RAV4 in the dark.  After a slight pang of envy for not having an equally flamboyant hat, I grabbed a couple speakers and piled into the vehicle for our trip down the hill.

We entered the ward in the dark, but the buzz of excitement almost lit the room.  This electricity sparked across the room as the chatter clearly had all the women asking each other, “what is happening here with the mazungu and why is our doctor wearing that crazy hat?”

We stacked the equipment, piece by piece on a bed that we slid into place.  We moved a few other beds around and everyone soon got the idea we would be doing something on the wall.  Ladies grabbed seats on the floor and the anticipation dripping in the air could not have been thicker.  I pushed play and away we went.