That's PRESIDENT Obama. We are pretty well stalled in rush hour traffic on our way to the American Club to watch CNN. The matatu taxi vans have started to jump the lane to drive around the stall on the sidewalk. There are intermittent movements opening just enough space for a boda boda or a bicycle to squeeze through in a possibly ramdom direction before it all locks up again. We have BBC on the radio interviewing people on the mall, call ins from East Africa, text-ers from all over. We see a runner in a yellow Uganda jersey coming down the highway in the middle, in between the lanes of bumpered-up vehicles. He has a big grin. It is Peter. Here he is earlier in the day in his Obama shirt.

After more than an hour of Phil's amazing video-game obstacle course driving we arrive at the club. The extension cord to the dining room big screen is missing, so we watch the swearing in and the speech in the bar. Applause echoes the call to hope from this small group gathered in Uganda. I bought the local newspaper with even a map of the parade route in a special pull out Obama section. I think the world can heal. I really think it can. "Hope is like a road in the country: there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, it comes into being." Lao Tzu