Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Pieces of the Puzzle
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Pine Trees and Apple Seeds
Thursday, December 24, 2009
First Weeks
Where to start! I have some serious catching up to do, having been in Uganda around 2 weeks now, so this will be a long one! I have been delighted, I have been cautious. I have made many first impressions, I’m sure half of which are wrong…
One such attraction was the world’s largest mud/grass hut, built for the King of Buganda, part of Uganda. It is a living monument, meaning the descendents of the king’s 84 wives still live in the hut, alternating 4 wives at a time throughout the year. Each one has been living there since they were little. Their sole purpose is to await the king’s return (who is buried there). There are however, still living kings in other parts of Uganda who are trying to get back some power the British stripped of them, but politics… I will leave for later.
Then we’d be off to the primary school where my host mom Olivia is the Head Mistress, and I’d get to work networking with NGOs, on the phone or online if the electricity didn’t go off. We’d take lunch at school, consisting of some combination of Matoke, avocados, rice, beans, groundnut sauce, potatoes, green beans or sweet potatoes. Meats include chicken, smoked fish, goat, and beef stew, which is the entire cow less the head, boiled in water. Bananas, mangoes, papaya, watermelon, and jackfruit are all served as snacks or after a meal. We eat the same food for dinner.
December is wedding month in Uganda. I attended an “Introduction” –the first ceremony of three in a Ugandan wedding in which the groom gives the bride’s family her dowry. Often, even in the biggest city, a cow or goat is literally pulled up on stage and handed over to the bride. It is an extensive event, lasting 6-8 hours with lots of food and dancing –particularly the kind of bootie shaking I just simply cannot pull off!
I’ve been learning about various development projects, and eventually I taught the school caretakers how to make fuel briquettes to cook with instead of using charcoal. 1/3 of Uganda’s forests are gone, largely due I believe to cutting for firewood. Fuel briquettes are made from waste materials like saw dust and shredded paper, are cheap to manufacture, and much better for the environment since trees don’t need to be cut. Sadly, for reasons I intend to investigate, this technology has not taken off here. The boys I taught at the school, the ones usually in charge of chopping firewood, were delighted to learn of this, and intend to buy a briquette maker. Everyone asked if I used briquettes at home, and I had to explain, that no, we use gas or electricity. It’s hard to see their faces when I say things like that. Those lucky enough to have a TV have a sense of how different American life is. They watch the King of Queens.
I’ve been careful to think that I will help anyone here. I think I am learning more than anything. I’m learning to take life slower, to enjoy the moment, and not rush. If I rush to arrive to an appointment on time, I am 1 to 1.5 hours earlier than anyone else. But recently, since adopting African time of coming really late, I have found that not all Ugandans follow this, making me the one who is late! Now when I make an appointment I always ask if that’s American or African time.
This isn’t my personal paradise, but I didn’t think it would be. It is, very like what I thought it would be. It is hot, dry, dusty, dirty, smoky, friendly, very, very poor and often loud with a sort of Ugandan rap music. I have had many pleasant experiences too of course, like seeing that Ugandans are extremely industrious and entrepreneurial, they have huge hearts, and want to help me in any way possible. I’m becoming addicted to Latin American soap operas in the evening –their version of a sitcom sort of. It’s ridiculous, but it unites us all, even men! I’ve always laughed at soaps, but now I kind of want to see if Preta is going to marry Domino, or go back to Raphael, her great love who she thought was dead (but of course has come back disguised as his twin brother to protect his money.) I think it is a way for people here, and everywhere, to escape the realities of their lives for an hour, including me.
There are several issues here I find very hard to stomach. For one, domestic violence is a big problem, but more than that, there is the occasional “ritual killing” when a witch doctor orders a patient to make a human sacrifice, in order to solve the patients’ problems. There was a news report about one the other night, a father killing his infant son. It was… awful. But… please don’t worry about my safety. I don’t hang around people who believe in witch doctors, and we have our crazies in the US for sure too. It’s just a different version of crazy that I’m not used to so it’s startling. I actually feel very safe here, and I take a lot of precautions I think most Americans here do not.
Also there is an anti-gay rights bill in government right now you probably know about since Obama openly opposed it, and by anti I mean if you are gay, you get the death sentence. I would be terrified to be gay here. I’d move if I could. I’d leave everything if I could. There are protests supporting the bill, but no one dares to protest against it in fear of their lives. An older gentleman at the school asked me about gays in the US and I informed him that if gays were free to be out in Ugandan society, his life would indeed, not be threatened. He seemed relieved at this news. I couldn’t really believe I was having that conversation.
Of course there was a guy yesterday who told me his brain was 4 times better than any woman’s. He was serious. He was a potential colleague at an NGO. I set him straight in a nice way and later joked about him being a baboon. He got the point and we got along just fine after that. I got the impression no woman had ever spoken up to him before and he was rather speechless. On the whole though, people here are as kind and friendly as you could ever imagine. Everyone helps me out and I have not been afraid at all. I just don’t want to give the impression this is a cakewalk with mangoes and butterflies and sunshine everywhere. It’s rather uncomfortable, quite often, but I’m learning a lot.
Lastly on a neutral note, the landscape is dense vegetation in some areas –banana, papaya, mango, planted corn and trees. It is relatively flat in the capital, but there are mountains in the east and west of the country, where I will spend some time over the New Years in a small village –I think sleeping in a mud hut. I’m excited for that. I miss mountains. It rains some here, but in the north, the area of the most recent war, is semi-arid with red dust that blows around the streets and into your face. It’s so scorching hot that I broke out in what they call “prickly heat”, a heat rash that itches like none other. I lasted 5 days up north and came back down here to Kampala for Christmas to escape the heat and “flu” the dust gave me.
Ah… be thankful for what you have. You have a roof, a safe place to stay, healthy meals many times per day, clean water and healthcare. You do not have to worry about your home being raided, your village burned, or your children abducted. We don’t have the risk of malaria, high HIV/AIDS and TB or polio. Most Americans have a bed, a family, more than one shirt, and at least one pair of shoes. We get to eat salads. I miss salad. You’d likely get sick if you eat salad here due to poor hygiene and sanitation. We have leisure time and money to travel, and take up hobbies that are completely unnecessary to our survival. We, for the most part, live on a level of luxury I can’t even describe to most people here. Subsistence farmers, who make up the majority of Ugandans, don’t have a frame of reference for our wealth. When they run out of clean water, if they ever had it, they drink contaminated water, fall sick, and many die. They have no choice.
Be good to yourself and others. Don’t get annoyed at the little things people do that bother you. Remember that everyone is fighting their own fight in life and it is our duty to help each other throughout life, even if we don’t know or understand their struggles. We all need each other. I’m finding that, “no man is an island”. I could not be here, if I didn’t have support and love from you all. There is simply no way that I could psychologically handle it.