Once I traveled with Bishop Christopher Mwoleka from
Rulenge, Tanzania to Bukoba in the northwestern part of the country. Arriving at
the local bishop’s residence in Ntungamo, Mwoleka said that he would stay in the
Landrover and I should go inside to look for Bishop Nestor Timanywa. It was
mid-afternoon and the whole place was very quiet. No one was around. Finally I
walked to the back of the compound and saw a man in work clothes cleaning a car.
So I went back to tell Mwoleka that no one was around except a worker cleaning a
car. When I described the features of the man, Mwoleka exclaimed, “that’s the
Bishop!”