On Thursday I went with the team on a safari in western Uganda. We took 3 vans that the roofs could pop up and we could stand up and look out through the top. We drove through the Murchison Falls National Park in the middle of the day, which I was told, was when you do not usually see many animals. Surprisingly, we saw a lot more than I thought we would. We saw antelopes, wildebeests, warthogs, water buffalo, giraffes, elephants, baboons, a leopard, and a cobra. Unfortunately, we did not see any lions, which I was really hoping for, but it was really fun. I loved standing up with the warm, African air blowing in my face, seeing all these animals in the savanna that I have never seen up close in the wild before.
After the safari, we took a ferry across the Nile river to where we were staying that night, a campground-like hotel place called The Red Chili. There were cabins, big army tents, and backpacking tents. Thankfully, we stayed in the cabins, which I was very happy about because there were warthogs and hippos wandering around the campground. I really did not want to worry about one of those getting into my tent! Forget raccoons in Minnesota camping! After we were settled in and rested for a little bit, we went back out to the savanna for an evening safari from 4-7. We saw the same animals for the most part, but they were a lot closer- at one point there was a giraffe on the road right in front of our van!- and it was during sunset, which was really beautiful. We had to hurry to get back on the last ferry that left at 7 so we booked it and barely made the ferry, which for the first time in Uganda, actually left on time. Then we ate dinner at the restaurant at the campground and then had a shower! It was cold water, but it was still a shower, which I have not had in 2 months. I slept very good with a pillow that night too!
The next morning after breakfast we got into 2 boats and went down the Nile River. My cousin had asked me before I left if I would see any hippos in Uganda. I told her I didn't think so because I would not be near a body of water. Well, Amy, I was wrong. I saw tons of hippos! I will show you lots of pictures when I get home! We also saw crocodiles on out boat ride. I had to keep reminding myself, though, when I looked out across the river that I was actually on the Nile instead of the Mississippi. It really looked like I could have been looking out at the bluffs in Winona.
We then got out and hiked up to the top of Murchison Falls. I love waterfalls and this one was very impressive. We hiked up and got to actually stand on top of the waterfall. This was probably my favorite part of the trip. Afterwards, we piled in the vans and drove a couple of hours. The team dropped off a couple of staff members that went along and I on the side of the road and then kept driving south to Kampala to fly home. A bus would be coming up from Kampala to Gulu and would pick us up at this "bus stop". We did not know when the bus would come, and I was even wondering IF it would come, but after only an hour of waiting, we safely got on an overcrowded bus. We got into Gulu around 6 and decided to stay the night in a hotel in town. It was really nice to have a hot shower last night and sleep in a really comfortable bed! The last few days have been a really nice treat, but now it's back to the center for my last 3 weeks in Africa!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
T.I.A.
There has been lots of activity at the center the last two weeks so I have been busier than usual, which I am happy about. A team of 18 people from Des Moines has been here on a mission trip and they leave tomorrow. There has also been a funeral for the Center Director's son, which was an all day event last Friday. On Sunday ChildVoice had a huge celebration and invited past students to come back for a reunion. The present group of girls is the third class to be at the center so the first two classes of girls, and their children, all came for the celebration, which was again all day long.
Last night I went to eat with the team in town at a restaurant. It was a pretty nice restaurant and I had heard very good things about it, so I was very excited to eat there. I had my heart set on the pizza because the team was talking about getting Papa John's when they get home. I was pretty let down to hear they did not have any more pizza (it is common for restaurants to not carry what they have on their menu), but I decided on the pasta with mushrooms. We waited an hour and a half before people started getting their food. Half an hour later, I was the only one who still did not have my food. The waiter then told me that they are out of the mushroom pasta and asked if I would have the spaghetti. I said sure, though I was a bit disappointed. Ten minutes later, I was brought a plate of plain, overcooked spaghetti noodles with bits of scrambled egg on top. The rest of the team looked at me sympathetically. I smiled at the waiter and said thank you. After I finished 1/3 of my plate and the waiter came to clear my spot, he asked how my food was. I smiled and said it was good. When he left, one of the guys on the team said I almost said that with a straight face. One of the team members then told me, "T.I.A.". I asked what that meant. She said, "That is Africa". So now, whenever situations like this occur, which is really quite frequent, I just shrug and say T.I.A.
Last night I went to eat with the team in town at a restaurant. It was a pretty nice restaurant and I had heard very good things about it, so I was very excited to eat there. I had my heart set on the pizza because the team was talking about getting Papa John's when they get home. I was pretty let down to hear they did not have any more pizza (it is common for restaurants to not carry what they have on their menu), but I decided on the pasta with mushrooms. We waited an hour and a half before people started getting their food. Half an hour later, I was the only one who still did not have my food. The waiter then told me that they are out of the mushroom pasta and asked if I would have the spaghetti. I said sure, though I was a bit disappointed. Ten minutes later, I was brought a plate of plain, overcooked spaghetti noodles with bits of scrambled egg on top. The rest of the team looked at me sympathetically. I smiled at the waiter and said thank you. After I finished 1/3 of my plate and the waiter came to clear my spot, he asked how my food was. I smiled and said it was good. When he left, one of the guys on the team said I almost said that with a straight face. One of the team members then told me, "T.I.A.". I asked what that meant. She said, "That is Africa". So now, whenever situations like this occur, which is really quite frequent, I just shrug and say T.I.A.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Ups and Downs
Just one week can have so many ups and downs. Last weekend was a great weekend. Friday I woke up early and climbed the soldiers' hill to watch the sunrise with some people. Then that night I danced with the girls for a long time. I am no longer uncomfortable with them. I enjoy spending time with them and talking with them a lot more. Over the past few weeks, they have become "the Acholi people of northern Uganda" to my friends and people that are so much more than their tribal name. I care about them and really feel like I know them. On Monday I was very excited when I decided what to do with my project money. As an intern, I have $500 to spend on my program. Because my program does not really need this much money, I can use the remaining however I wish. I had a vision to use the money to help send the girls to secondary school if they want to go. There have been a couple of girls that were in P7 before they were abducted and want to take the PLE (a test to get into secondary school). I am going to start assessing them this week and then tutoring them so they can take the test next year. If they end up getting into secondary school, it is very expensive- about $150- 300 a year. I want my money to go towards their schooling because I believe so much in the power of education. Three Cups of Tea has been very inspiring!
I was on such a high at the beginning of the week, but by Thursday I was near tears. After waiting for half an hour for my class to begin, I was informed that it would need to be postponed until Sunday. I was frustrated because it was cancelled the week before as well. I went back to my hut feeling defeated. Then I had a decision to make. What would I turn to? Normally I would pick up the phone and call my mom immediately but I couldn't because it was 1:00 am for her. I also could not call any of my close friends, and there was no one I could talk with at the center right then. So what would I turn to? Or who? I picked up my bible. I decided that God is the one I would lean on. Once before, during a very hard time in my life, I closed my eyes, opened the bible to a page, ran my finger up and down, and landed on a spot. When I opened my eyes, I saw I had landed on Proverbs 3:5: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding". I decided to do the same thing that day because sometimes I don't really know what is the right thing to read and I just believe that God would show me something to comfort me. And He did. I landed on Ecclesiastes 3:6: "A time to gain and a time to lose, a time to keep and a time to cast away". I was amazed that not only did I land on a section in the bible that I knew somewhat, but that it was relevant. I read the whole section over, then focused on the verse again, "A time to gain and a time to lose". That completely summed up my week. On Monday I had gained so much and I felt good and happy. That Thursday I lost- I did not have my class and I felt frustrated, discouraged, useless, and upset. My patience and flexibility had been tried again and again. But, I know God has a purpose for everything, and if it is just for me to learn something, then I know everything will work out in the end and it is worth it. And I did learn something. I learned to turn to God first and foremost, before anyone or anything else. He always has the answers. I am also learning that things don't always go my way and I need to accept that. Sometimes I will gain and sometimes I will lose.
I was on such a high at the beginning of the week, but by Thursday I was near tears. After waiting for half an hour for my class to begin, I was informed that it would need to be postponed until Sunday. I was frustrated because it was cancelled the week before as well. I went back to my hut feeling defeated. Then I had a decision to make. What would I turn to? Normally I would pick up the phone and call my mom immediately but I couldn't because it was 1:00 am for her. I also could not call any of my close friends, and there was no one I could talk with at the center right then. So what would I turn to? Or who? I picked up my bible. I decided that God is the one I would lean on. Once before, during a very hard time in my life, I closed my eyes, opened the bible to a page, ran my finger up and down, and landed on a spot. When I opened my eyes, I saw I had landed on Proverbs 3:5: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding". I decided to do the same thing that day because sometimes I don't really know what is the right thing to read and I just believe that God would show me something to comfort me. And He did. I landed on Ecclesiastes 3:6: "A time to gain and a time to lose, a time to keep and a time to cast away". I was amazed that not only did I land on a section in the bible that I knew somewhat, but that it was relevant. I read the whole section over, then focused on the verse again, "A time to gain and a time to lose". That completely summed up my week. On Monday I had gained so much and I felt good and happy. That Thursday I lost- I did not have my class and I felt frustrated, discouraged, useless, and upset. My patience and flexibility had been tried again and again. But, I know God has a purpose for everything, and if it is just for me to learn something, then I know everything will work out in the end and it is worth it. And I did learn something. I learned to turn to God first and foremost, before anyone or anything else. He always has the answers. I am also learning that things don't always go my way and I need to accept that. Sometimes I will gain and sometimes I will lose.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
What I'm Learning
I have been thinking of all that I am learning while I have been here. I know when I get home, people will ask me, "So what did you learn?" That is a tough question because I am continuously learning and prosessing what I am learning. Here are a few things, some more thought-provoking than others, that I am learning so far:
-God is teaching me to trust in Him that I will be safe. I have never had to do this before. I have trusted Him in other aspects, but not my own safety to the extent that I do here. Although CVI does have systems in place to ensure safety, it is still hard to feel safe knowing what has happened in the past in northern Uganda. I have realized that life is too short to always be worrying. I'll let God take care of it for me.
-I am learning to be patient. In every way possible! I am forever waiting- for anything and everything. And sometimes even nothing. I have learned to just sit and wait a lot for people, something to start, or sometimes I don't even know what. This has been a challenge for someone who thrives on being busy, but I am slowly learning.
-I am learning another culture's rules, behaviors, and way of life. Every day I learn something new about the Acholi culture or what is or is not appropriate to do.
-I am learning to love all of God's beauty that is creation. Not just the gorgeous sunsets, but the endless seas of tall grass, storm clouds rolling in, and the abundance of green trees. I am learning to appreciate nature, and the fact that everything I eat comes from the ground- my daily rice and beans, vegetables from the market, and even my water. In Donald Miller's book, Through Painted Deserts, he says he is "talking about the earth God meant to speak before we finished His sentence". I like what he says: "In all our technology, we have lost touch with the earth, our heaters and air conditioners robbing us of the drama of seasons, our cars keeping our feet from pacing the land, our concrete and our shoes and our carpet delivering us from the feel of unprocessed earth. We live on top of the created world, not in it".
-I have learned that I appreciate my family and friends more than I ever have before. I am learning that they really love and care about me. One good friend showed this by telling me "You are not missing much" when I expressed how much I miss what is going on at home.
-I am learning to not take for granted the littlest things that I never would have thought of before. There are just too many of these to count!
-I am learning that God is in each and every person, regardless of where they live, or how differently their lives are from mine. I always have known this, but I am actually experiencing it now after meeting people here.
-I am learning to be alone, and to keep things to myself. I like to be surrounded by people, which is why camp and college have been the perfect environments for me. I like to share my thoughts and talk with others. Here I am learning to keep my thoughts to myself or journal them. This might just be because nobody would understand what I am saying anyway! I am learning here that I do not always need to be my enthusiastic, bubbly self. I am starting to learn to enjoy my quiet alone time instead of always being social.
-I learned that I do not like sugarcane (surpisingly).
-I learned that the frogs and caterpillars are poisonous.
-I have learned that I appreciate it when people call me by my name insead of "mzungu", which is getting very tiring.
-I am learning there are some incredible books written. (Read The Shack and Through Painted Deserts if you have not).
-I am learning that when I get home, I will see everything through new eyes. I feel that I will appreciate everything so much more and take full advantage of the freedom and choices that I am blessed with.
-I am learning to not wish away the days, but to live in each moment, treating each as a gift from God. I have not always done this in my life, especially here. It is hard some days, but I am trying. There is something from the book Through Painted Deserts that has really struck me: "It occurs to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time, to these people and these colors, and I wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy, to trust that these hours are meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of blessing".
-I have learned how to improvise when making apple pie and puppy chow.
-I have learned again and again, that I find joy just being with children.
-I am learning what are the most important things in life. In the past, I would say family and friends. But still, the way I lived my life would also say food, social gatherings, living comfortably, and enjoying life. I am learning that it is really very simple- just God and love, which is actually the same thing. God is love. So, the most important thing is to love God and others, and in turn, I am loved by God and others. Again, one more thought from Through Painted Deserts: "I think we are supposed to stand in deserts and marvel at how the sun rises. I think we are supposed to sleep in meadows and watch the stars dart across space and time. I think we are supposed to love our friends and introduce people to the story, to the peaceful, calming why of life. I think life is spirituality".
These are just some of the things I have learned. I am sure there will be much more God will teach me in the second half of this Fantastic Adventure In Trusting Him.
-God is teaching me to trust in Him that I will be safe. I have never had to do this before. I have trusted Him in other aspects, but not my own safety to the extent that I do here. Although CVI does have systems in place to ensure safety, it is still hard to feel safe knowing what has happened in the past in northern Uganda. I have realized that life is too short to always be worrying. I'll let God take care of it for me.
-I am learning to be patient. In every way possible! I am forever waiting- for anything and everything. And sometimes even nothing. I have learned to just sit and wait a lot for people, something to start, or sometimes I don't even know what. This has been a challenge for someone who thrives on being busy, but I am slowly learning.
-I am learning another culture's rules, behaviors, and way of life. Every day I learn something new about the Acholi culture or what is or is not appropriate to do.
-I am learning to love all of God's beauty that is creation. Not just the gorgeous sunsets, but the endless seas of tall grass, storm clouds rolling in, and the abundance of green trees. I am learning to appreciate nature, and the fact that everything I eat comes from the ground- my daily rice and beans, vegetables from the market, and even my water. In Donald Miller's book, Through Painted Deserts, he says he is "talking about the earth God meant to speak before we finished His sentence". I like what he says: "In all our technology, we have lost touch with the earth, our heaters and air conditioners robbing us of the drama of seasons, our cars keeping our feet from pacing the land, our concrete and our shoes and our carpet delivering us from the feel of unprocessed earth. We live on top of the created world, not in it".
-I have learned that I appreciate my family and friends more than I ever have before. I am learning that they really love and care about me. One good friend showed this by telling me "You are not missing much" when I expressed how much I miss what is going on at home.
-I am learning to not take for granted the littlest things that I never would have thought of before. There are just too many of these to count!
-I am learning that God is in each and every person, regardless of where they live, or how differently their lives are from mine. I always have known this, but I am actually experiencing it now after meeting people here.
-I am learning to be alone, and to keep things to myself. I like to be surrounded by people, which is why camp and college have been the perfect environments for me. I like to share my thoughts and talk with others. Here I am learning to keep my thoughts to myself or journal them. This might just be because nobody would understand what I am saying anyway! I am learning here that I do not always need to be my enthusiastic, bubbly self. I am starting to learn to enjoy my quiet alone time instead of always being social.
-I learned that I do not like sugarcane (surpisingly).
-I learned that the frogs and caterpillars are poisonous.
-I have learned that I appreciate it when people call me by my name insead of "mzungu", which is getting very tiring.
-I am learning there are some incredible books written. (Read The Shack and Through Painted Deserts if you have not).
-I am learning that when I get home, I will see everything through new eyes. I feel that I will appreciate everything so much more and take full advantage of the freedom and choices that I am blessed with.
-I am learning to not wish away the days, but to live in each moment, treating each as a gift from God. I have not always done this in my life, especially here. It is hard some days, but I am trying. There is something from the book Through Painted Deserts that has really struck me: "It occurs to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time, to these people and these colors, and I wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy, to trust that these hours are meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of blessing".
-I have learned how to improvise when making apple pie and puppy chow.
-I have learned again and again, that I find joy just being with children.
-I am learning what are the most important things in life. In the past, I would say family and friends. But still, the way I lived my life would also say food, social gatherings, living comfortably, and enjoying life. I am learning that it is really very simple- just God and love, which is actually the same thing. God is love. So, the most important thing is to love God and others, and in turn, I am loved by God and others. Again, one more thought from Through Painted Deserts: "I think we are supposed to stand in deserts and marvel at how the sun rises. I think we are supposed to sleep in meadows and watch the stars dart across space and time. I think we are supposed to love our friends and introduce people to the story, to the peaceful, calming why of life. I think life is spirituality".
These are just some of the things I have learned. I am sure there will be much more God will teach me in the second half of this Fantastic Adventure In Trusting Him.
Friday, October 30, 2009
My Favorite Things
Some of my favorite times here are the smallest, shortest things. Yesterday a thunderstorm was rolling in and some of the young children were scared and crying. I sat on the veranda with a few of them on my lap and around me while I sang. We just sat there while it poured for about half an hour as I sang song after song. I also love just sitting with the kids in the evenings when the sun is setting and there is a refreshing cool breeze.
Another one of my favorite times is when I have one of my program sessions. I had my second class for the older kids and mothers and it went so well! The kids are much more creative than I had ever thought and the mothers are learning to ask their children questions and interact with them. My program is different than I had originally planned. I knew that when I got here I would have to adapt it anyway to fit the needs here. There was no way to know how things would work without ever being here first. I had planned a program for mothers to read to their children and for them to do educational activities together. However, when I got here, I learned that the mothers can't read and the children are mostly too young to do the activities I had in mind. But they are still learning, being creative, and interacting together, which are my new objectives. My purpose is now for the mothers to learn to ask their children questions and encourage them to use their imaginations. This is something I, and I think many Americans, have taken for granted. I remember when I was growing up my mom making puppets with us out of paper plates, buttons, and yarn. She also made us play-doh and always encouraged us to be creative. In turn, when I baby-sat or nannied I would color with the children and I would encourage my students in the classroom to use their imaginations. The mothers here have never been taught this and so they have no idea how to do this with their children. It makes me appreciate so much everything my mom has done for me.
Even though my class is only about 20 or 30 minutes long, once a week, I have been told that is has made a big impact already. The other teachers were saying how good it was and that the kids were drawing more pictures and giving them to their mothers. They said to not think of what I am doing as a small thing because it has already made such a difference after only one session! This touched my heart so much!
Saturday I participated in the Gulu Walk. This is a walk to raise awareness to protect the children of northern Uganda. There are also walks in U.S. cities that were going on the same day. We walked all over Gulu for about 3 hours and there were hundreds of us- all in bright orange t-shirts. It felt good to be a part of a cause that I have wanted to help for so long. I know I do this everyday at ChildVoice, but there is something about being a part of a huge walk that so many people were involved in that made me really excited to be here.
Another one of my favorite times is when I have one of my program sessions. I had my second class for the older kids and mothers and it went so well! The kids are much more creative than I had ever thought and the mothers are learning to ask their children questions and interact with them. My program is different than I had originally planned. I knew that when I got here I would have to adapt it anyway to fit the needs here. There was no way to know how things would work without ever being here first. I had planned a program for mothers to read to their children and for them to do educational activities together. However, when I got here, I learned that the mothers can't read and the children are mostly too young to do the activities I had in mind. But they are still learning, being creative, and interacting together, which are my new objectives. My purpose is now for the mothers to learn to ask their children questions and encourage them to use their imaginations. This is something I, and I think many Americans, have taken for granted. I remember when I was growing up my mom making puppets with us out of paper plates, buttons, and yarn. She also made us play-doh and always encouraged us to be creative. In turn, when I baby-sat or nannied I would color with the children and I would encourage my students in the classroom to use their imaginations. The mothers here have never been taught this and so they have no idea how to do this with their children. It makes me appreciate so much everything my mom has done for me.
Even though my class is only about 20 or 30 minutes long, once a week, I have been told that is has made a big impact already. The other teachers were saying how good it was and that the kids were drawing more pictures and giving them to their mothers. They said to not think of what I am doing as a small thing because it has already made such a difference after only one session! This touched my heart so much!
Saturday I participated in the Gulu Walk. This is a walk to raise awareness to protect the children of northern Uganda. There are also walks in U.S. cities that were going on the same day. We walked all over Gulu for about 3 hours and there were hundreds of us- all in bright orange t-shirts. It felt good to be a part of a cause that I have wanted to help for so long. I know I do this everyday at ChildVoice, but there is something about being a part of a huge walk that so many people were involved in that made me really excited to be here.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
When It All Clicked
It is amazing how things finally are starting to click! After a full month, I am finally feeling comfortable and like I am doing something here. I had an especially great day last week. I went into the Lukodi Primary School for the first time, and was only supposed to observe an English P6 class (which are about 12- 13 year-olds), but ended up teaching the class. The teacher just handed me the book 5 minutes before class and told me to start teaching that page, which was about restaurants and ordering food. There were around 45 students or so and the teacher and I taught a 40 minute class. I will be going in there every morning to teach that class until I leave in December. The day continued to go well because I taught my first class for the mothers and children at the center too. Because there are so many kids, I am separating them and having two classes: one for the children ages 2-5 and the other for the babies under 2. I had the class for the older kids and it went very well. I was a bit nervous because the kids had just woken up from their naps, but it went better than I expected. It was so good to see the mothers interacting with their children! I hope that the class continues to be a success. I am planning on having one session for each of the age groups once a week. It is so good to feel that I am finally doing something here and I can see my program going somewhere. Before my session started, I was sitting with one little girl in my lap as she was waking up from her nap. I was not sure when my session would start, so I was just holding her and singing to her. I realized then, that it doesn't matter if the session happened that day at all, or if my program does not turn out as I would like it to. What matters is that I am here and building relationships with the people here. That is all I had wanted to do in the beginning anyway. A year ago I just said, "God, please get me to Uganda". The program was just an added bonus. God got me here through CVI, and I am so grateful. I knew I just wanted to be with these kids. And here I am.
Other things that have been happening: some of the staff went cobra hunting around the compound, but unfortunately, without any luck. However, there have been two snakes found in my hut so far. They are not cobras, but they are still very poisonous. I pray that we do not find any more! I am literally losing sleep worrying about them! Also, we have made some pretty fabulous meals in the last week. We have made guacamole, banana cream pudding, homemade macaroni and cheese, and pizza! What a wonderful break from beans and rice!
I have also been thinking about my interests and how I have the freedom to be involved in whatever hobbies I want or have the time to be interested in whatever I want. In America, people go to work, come home, have time with their families, do what interests them, plan for vacations, holidays, and family gatherings. Here in the villages, people (especially the women who mostly do all the work while the men drink) wake up, work in the fields all day, go home and prepare food, clean, go to bed, and do the same thing the next day. I wonder, what right do I have that I can do whatever I enjoy? I am beyond privileged. I can read, go for a bike ride, go on vacations, and enjoy life. Do the people here enjoy life? They work, sleep, work; day in and day out. Do they have the freedom to have interests? When I get home, I want to enjoy my life by doing whatever interests me. Before I came here, I wondered what the purpose of life is. I came to the conclusion that it is to do God's will and serve His people. So by coming to Uganda, I was sure that I had found the purpose of life and was fulfilling it. Now that I am here, I find that I appreciate my freedom to do things that I enjoy and take an interest in. I thought the purpose of life was to help others, and that is what I wanted to do. I do still want to do that, but I find that I don't want to sacrifice my own interests. Am I following the purpose of life then? Or, can I follow God's will and help others while still being able to enjoy my own interests?
Other things that have been happening: some of the staff went cobra hunting around the compound, but unfortunately, without any luck. However, there have been two snakes found in my hut so far. They are not cobras, but they are still very poisonous. I pray that we do not find any more! I am literally losing sleep worrying about them! Also, we have made some pretty fabulous meals in the last week. We have made guacamole, banana cream pudding, homemade macaroni and cheese, and pizza! What a wonderful break from beans and rice!
I have also been thinking about my interests and how I have the freedom to be involved in whatever hobbies I want or have the time to be interested in whatever I want. In America, people go to work, come home, have time with their families, do what interests them, plan for vacations, holidays, and family gatherings. Here in the villages, people (especially the women who mostly do all the work while the men drink) wake up, work in the fields all day, go home and prepare food, clean, go to bed, and do the same thing the next day. I wonder, what right do I have that I can do whatever I enjoy? I am beyond privileged. I can read, go for a bike ride, go on vacations, and enjoy life. Do the people here enjoy life? They work, sleep, work; day in and day out. Do they have the freedom to have interests? When I get home, I want to enjoy my life by doing whatever interests me. Before I came here, I wondered what the purpose of life is. I came to the conclusion that it is to do God's will and serve His people. So by coming to Uganda, I was sure that I had found the purpose of life and was fulfilling it. Now that I am here, I find that I appreciate my freedom to do things that I enjoy and take an interest in. I thought the purpose of life was to help others, and that is what I wanted to do. I do still want to do that, but I find that I don't want to sacrifice my own interests. Am I following the purpose of life then? Or, can I follow God's will and help others while still being able to enjoy my own interests?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Independence Day Weekend
On Friday Uganda celebrated 47 years of independence. We all went into town to march in the parade. The parade consisted of marching around in a huge circle in a blocked off area. Schools and organizations marched wearing their different colored uniforms. Our girls wore their uniforms too. I marched with the girls and was the only white person in the whole parade. I have never had so many people stare at me in my life. Some people even laughed. As I was marching I heard one person yell "muzungu" and I knew without a doubt or looking over that he was talking about me. For the first time in my life, I am the minority. And it was very clear that day, surrounded by so many other people. I try not to take it personally when the children yell "mono" ("white person" in Luo) at me. After we marched one little girl came up behind me and reached for my hand. When I looked at her, she shrieked and ran off with her friends giggling. When we were done marching the girls changed into their dance uniforms and danced for everyone. It was a big deal because they had never perfomed in front of hundreds of people before. When we got back to the center there were sodas and our holiday dinner- goat. I tried a little bit but was not much of a fan. Maybe because I had just seen the animal alive and eating the grass around the kitchen the night before.
On Saturday my friend Aaron came to visit me. He has been living in northern Tanzania for a few months and decided since we live so close he would come see me. "Close" in U.S. standards, but in East Africa, the trip took him about two days. I was so excited about a friend coming and I wanted to be right there at the bus park when he got off the bus. Of course, it being Africa, things didn't quite work out like I planned. I had been in town all day and Kristen and I went to visit some people we met who had started an orphanage in Gulu. I did not realize, though, that they were pretty far away. When we got there, the children were going to dance for us but it started to rain so we all went inside to wait it out. 45 minutes later the rain started to let up and I heard from Aaron that he was almost in Gulu. The guy that runs the orphanage called a boda ride for me because I would never get to the bus park in time if I walked. As I waited, we watched the children dance. After awhile, we heard the boda was not coming so the guy and I walked down the road and found another boda. We slowly drove through the mud and finally got to the bus park. Aaron had been waiting for about 15 minutes, but he knows how it can be in Africa! This just shows you how frustrating the rain, bodas, and timing can be!
I took Aaron to eat at an Ethiopian restaurant in town that I heard was good. Unfortunately, we both did not agree. I tried the lamb but decided that Ethiopian tastes are not for me. I then took him to a coffee shop and we both got mocha ice cream that was delicious. We took bodas back to the center and I showed him around. The girls had a welcome ceremony for him and sang songs. I had taught them a couple of camp songs, "Step by Step" and "Amy's Amen" so I helped them sing them for him. Aaron also stood up and gave a short speech as well. I had bought some potatoes in town and had the girls make chips for us by frying them in oil. They were so good! Sunday we went to the church service at the center and just spent the day talking. Usually I like to keep people busy and entertained when they visit, but I had to realize that I just could not do that here. Part of the life is to just sit back and slow down, so that is just what we did. I also took him to see the IDP camp, the spring to get water, and the market. I was really happy to have a good friend here. It is also nice to have someone else see what I am doing here.
On Saturday my friend Aaron came to visit me. He has been living in northern Tanzania for a few months and decided since we live so close he would come see me. "Close" in U.S. standards, but in East Africa, the trip took him about two days. I was so excited about a friend coming and I wanted to be right there at the bus park when he got off the bus. Of course, it being Africa, things didn't quite work out like I planned. I had been in town all day and Kristen and I went to visit some people we met who had started an orphanage in Gulu. I did not realize, though, that they were pretty far away. When we got there, the children were going to dance for us but it started to rain so we all went inside to wait it out. 45 minutes later the rain started to let up and I heard from Aaron that he was almost in Gulu. The guy that runs the orphanage called a boda ride for me because I would never get to the bus park in time if I walked. As I waited, we watched the children dance. After awhile, we heard the boda was not coming so the guy and I walked down the road and found another boda. We slowly drove through the mud and finally got to the bus park. Aaron had been waiting for about 15 minutes, but he knows how it can be in Africa! This just shows you how frustrating the rain, bodas, and timing can be!
I took Aaron to eat at an Ethiopian restaurant in town that I heard was good. Unfortunately, we both did not agree. I tried the lamb but decided that Ethiopian tastes are not for me. I then took him to a coffee shop and we both got mocha ice cream that was delicious. We took bodas back to the center and I showed him around. The girls had a welcome ceremony for him and sang songs. I had taught them a couple of camp songs, "Step by Step" and "Amy's Amen" so I helped them sing them for him. Aaron also stood up and gave a short speech as well. I had bought some potatoes in town and had the girls make chips for us by frying them in oil. They were so good! Sunday we went to the church service at the center and just spent the day talking. Usually I like to keep people busy and entertained when they visit, but I had to realize that I just could not do that here. Part of the life is to just sit back and slow down, so that is just what we did. I also took him to see the IDP camp, the spring to get water, and the market. I was really happy to have a good friend here. It is also nice to have someone else see what I am doing here.
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