Last week I was playing chess with Pat in Mweso. He beat me.
Now I’m back in Dublin. The line for the nightclub at the other side of street is rather short tonight, but it’s Monday. Despite the rain some high-heeled women in short skirts are queuing up to have a drink. The differences between churches and nightclubs are minor. People dress up, people sing, people dance, people hope. In Mweso church started at 5 a.m. Somehow I have the feeling that God prefers the early risers.