Another chapter...

Before coming back to Uganda, I suspected that perhaps the children didn't really believe that they would see me again after I left last August. What I didn't realize was that the adults, more than the children, would experience disbelief when their muzungu friend was in the flesh before them once more.

This realization -- that my return was not guaranteed in their minds -- didn't actually set in until the good-byes began. For me, it seemed obvious that we would see each other again -- working together, laughing, dancing, struggling, celebrating. But my sister Flo really gave me a perspective shift when she offered this fact -- that while she and my adult friends and colleagues heard my promises, until they saw me here again, they refused to believe that I would return -- she said they endure here in Uganda, but what they don't want to do is to add unecessarily to their load of enduring. If you believe and then are proven a fool, you suffer -- she said. It made sense to me -- but yet selfishly, I wanted my word and my promise to mean to them what it means to me -- yet I am not them and I do not lead the same life that they lead -- we are together and we are the same, to be sure -- but our lives shape us and my life -- my coming up -- couldn't be more different than that of my friends here.

I am telling you, or re-telling you, what Flo said to me because I have had so many instances in the last few days where the essence of the past few weeks has been distilled down -- the chatter and white noise silenced, the beat of the future and the harmony of the past is our sound scape -- and Flo was saying to me something that was important for me to hear: We struggled before you, we struggle together, and we will continue the struggle on and on with or without you. But, you are most welcome to join us, most welcome.

I am humbled by seemingly everything here -- I am challenged to be more, to do more, to let my actions express my intentions as often as my words, to come together in my second home with the people I believe in and struggle again and again, come together over and over -- this is the space in which change can and does happen -- when disbelief becomes faith, when words become deeds, when one and one becomes ten and a hundred and a thousand. Knowing that my friends here would have accepted my absence as a part of life, knowing that they would continue to toil for a lifetime, no less dedicated to excellence in their lives, an no less willing to recognize success brings me to a place in my life where the path ahead is clearer.

I am no longer an honored guest -- I am not a beloved American friend, sister, mother -- but rather, I am returning to come together again, to struggle again, to achieve again, to see again, to grow again -- instead of wishing me 'tukka bulungi' or 'reach well' as they say their good-byes, my friends are sending me with the parting words 'Tugende mumaso fenna...mpola, mpola.' We shall meet, we shall work together, we shall break bread, we shall grieve and we shall experience joy -- they are saying 'We go forward together. Slowly by slowly." As we part, there is no disbelief or doubt, there is only a recognition of what is, what has been before and what will be -- they are explaining the past, observing the moment and foretelling the future...mpola mpola......

Much peace and love

Snapshots...

"So many stories, so little time." As my father and I journeyed through our last ten days together -- this thought kept entering my mind. By necessity, many of our meetings with my friends and colleagues were brief encounters leaving everyone thirsty for more -- my Ugandan friends eager to speak to this muzzae that has seen so many things; what are his thoughts on religion, Barrack Obama, black skin, how to best tune-up a carburetor, can he fit a jack-fruit in his luggage? -- such pressing matters couldn't possibly be addressed adequately in one hour or six or two days or ten. I could see it in the urgency behind their bright eyes -- 'But how...' their unspoken question begins, '...can this muzzae travel so far and I only see him for some few minutes??'

I was so proud of my father and my friends...you know that sometime nervous feeling you get when people from two different parts of your life -- both having heard all about the other -- meet face-to-face? Well, I needn't have wasted any energy on that as everyone was open and eager and flexible and enthusiastic. My friend Kalamagi was so proud of the work that he and I have done over the past year and few months that he's been taking it upon himself to let District officials know of our plans...something he disclosed to my father, but not to me of course!

As I gave my dad a push to the airport (twice, as it turns out...his plane was delayed and so he had to suffer at a five-star resort on Lake Victoria in Entebbe --- life is rough!), I felt like we had just had a lifetime of experiences in ten days -- truly, the snapshot in time that we were a part of -- each handshake, hug, laughter, smile, tear, song, each moment was so much more than the parts that it took to make the whole.

I am in Kyotera meeting with local and district leaders and having a second Board meeting -- we are getting so close to fully launching our programming -- or 'giving birth' as my fellow Board members have taken to calling our expected launch in December -- I will finish my time here inspired and energized and amazed -- overwhelmed by the excellence of my colleagues and by the enormity of the challenges facing everyday folks, everyday here....

Feeling so fortunate and wishing you peace and love,

Sleeping Anna

Nature's Wonders

After saying good-bye to the good folks of Kyotera -- and after a long and fruitful (actually, so inspirational) board meeting -- Jimmy (my Ugandan brother by another mother) met us and took us to Queen Elizabeth National Park. Unbelievable. Endless sky meets mountain, meets sunset, meets greens and yellows and oranges and earth. The stars at night so close that after an evening safari where our guide Matthew (who came from the same Gulu village that my friend Jimmy came from!) led us directly to the old female lion, Anna, that is in the video, I found myself needing to sit on my hands so as not to literally reach towards the sky to see if I could grasp this light for a moment in my palm.

The view from our place is of the open plains of Queen Elizabeth National Park. The Rwrenzori Mountains and the distant Congo guide eyes east and west, while the green carpet of the park, dotted with trees the hundred of elephants haven't managed to topple yet, finds the south and the mood-shifting, colored and clouded sky cradles the sun as the north is met in the upward glance. Just enough and then an overwhelming abundance.

And now, after magic and majesty, we go east to the power and passion of the River Nile.

So fortunate.

Much peace and love,

Jjemba Paul and the Kids

Jjemba Paul

Muzzae! Muzzae! The shouts of the children and adults alike ring in our ears...my father is in Uganda for the first time and the people of Uganda are happy to greet him. Muzzae is loosly translated as 'old man', but is not a comment on one's age, but rather on one's status.

Prior to my father's arrival, I warned my friends and colleagues that he would, as he is want to do, cry. A lot. And cry he did! I must admit, it would have been hard not to as the welcomes that he received in Bethlehem, at the pitch with the whole team, at Kyotera Town Secondary School - bright eyes, all trained on the muzzae and his every move - hands rythmically clapping and feet, bare and pink and pounding the ground into dusty, sparkling ether -- the swinging hips and sweaty faces, open mouths and singing voices -- all were working their hearts out to put on a show for the muzzae. I was so proud of them all and so proud to introduce them to my father.

Through laughter, broken Luganda, tears, handshakes, hugs and shy greetings this community has opened their hearts and their homes to us -- they have taken my father as their own, often calling him "Papa Paul" or "The Father" (which I have assured him does NOT mean that he is on the same level with God...we'll see if his head gets to big!)-- he doesn't seem to mind.

As we prepare for our Board Meeting to plan the next year of Genda Mirembe/Go In Peace programming, my father has the beginning of an understanding as to the scope of the work and the potential impact our small organization can make in this community. He keeps saying, "a little goes a long way" and I couldn't agree more. Leading by examples, my friends, daughters, and colleagues have proven that this last week -- with relative little in the way of resources (think: shoes and soda, money and materials) each place we have visited has given us a welcome overwhelming in both in joy and in plenty. Our meeting should be very productive as the Uganda Board is eager to further develop our initiatives and serve this worthy community and these derserving people.

After getting down to business this past week, I will let my father have a couple of days of relaxation as we continue to experience other parts of the country -- first a safari in Queen Elizabeth National Park and the the River Nile. There is no way to prepare oneself (let alone anotehr being) for what we are about to see -- nature and history, power and devestation, animals and horizons, peoples and art. The journey of the muzzae and his daughter continues as we work our way through projects designed for education and justice empowerment, football matches attended by seven hundred community members, countless handshakes and smiles, soaking in the beauty of the land and the reality of the people.

We wish you peace and love,

Coach Ritah and I discuss strategy; The Girls Sing their Songs of Welcome