Monday, March 17, 2008

Post Holiday Review


wow! when i think about how many times i have written this email in my head, it's amazing. post-holiday craziness has occupied every waking moment. the post-election violence in kenya has had a dramatic impact on uganda -- displaced persons are flowing over the boarder on the east in the tens of thousands, there is a disruption in fuel supplies even now and if there is fuel at a station, the prices vary depending on any number of factors...the merchant's mood, whether the driver and the station owner know each other, whether the government is sharing the truth about the amount of fuel in the country, etc..., and perhaps most disconcerting is that tribal tensions are exacerbated in country. not that there is any more disputing going on than usual...just that yesterday, a female member of parliament was arrested on four counts of sedition and incitement to violence and one count of insubordination for suggesting that ugandans unite in their opposition to the sitting government in the same way that the kenyans were able to cross lines and come together to have two viable political candidates -- she wasn't suggesting that ugandans start a genocide, but taken out of context and put in the current climate, her remarks earned her these most serious of criminal charges. please keep those that face challenges that we cannot even conceive of in your prayers, meditations, chants, thoughts, hearts.
work at anppcan has been quite intense as incidents of child abuse coincide with the coffee season -- here at the end of january through march (when the coffee is on the branch growing, but has not yet been harvested and sold for income) - those that depend on coffee for their cash in come -- which is basically everyone because if villagers don't have income, then they can't buy goods from the ladies who have stalls at the market, which impacts their ability to buy goods like soap and candles, which impacts the local stores owners and on, and on, and on... -- anyway, the coffee season dramatically impacts the activities and goings on in the district as a whole. in efforts to mitigate the coffee/abuse correlation impact, anppcan increases the number of outreaches it does during the post-holiday period. i have had the challenge and pleasure of venturing deeeeeeeeeeeep into the village. farther than before, the roads are footpaths, cleared by centuries of walking peoples (and more recently bike-riding folks), traveling quickly but carefully and intentionally. beating the dirt solid, these rock-like treads showing the way through miles of land (as far as the eye can capture in even the longest of glances) are the remnants of the legacy of these people. of all of us. the land remains both unblemished by the falsity of cement, uncharted by electricity or automobiles and also removed and separate...isolated and perhaps not benefiting from such isolation. nonetheless, this paradise of sorts is permeated by air that is not mere oxygen (and whatever else is in air...i spent most of high school chemistry staging protests and making long speeches about how the periodic table as a part of the curriculum violated the eighth amendment prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment...imagine, me...how uncool was that?!) back to the extraordinary air...i think that i was actually breathing differently -- the air is inspired by centuries of tradition and burdened by the present abject poverty --- so thick at times that i swear i could feel all around me. i was told by a jaja (older woman) after a recent meeting under a mango tree (i kid you not. just like you're imagining it...middle of "nowhere", women gather under a bright and lush tree, conversing and learning and sharing in the shade. we were thirty in number and there was no shortage of laughter as we talked about gender rights, legal status of women and the social realities that don't have anything to do with the legislative process, but are the law of the land nonetheless.) that the wind has been warm in her village. i remarked that yes, it was warm but quickly realized that it wasn't the weather she was talking about. she shook her head and said that no, the warmth wasn't because of the sun, it was because "the people are cooking." she shared with me that she has lived in the village in the very same place for sixty-five years (an incredibly long time to live anywhere in uganda where the life expectancy hovers around forty-seven) and that whenever the air is thick it's because change is coming. she said the changes she's seen have been carried in by the gentle breeze and that they appear sometimes without anyone having taken notice other than to remark on how warm the breeze is. she asked if i could feel it. maybe. i think so, i said. she had to attend to a baby that had crawled in her lap and our conversation was over. my afternoon with those women was too brief -- their excitement, energy and humor offered me a much needed revitalization after weeks of a series of minor medical issues that had depleted my energy and after weeks of abuse cases piling up at work.

most nights, i catch a few hours of bbc on my radio and have been following the reports on the primaries. in uganda (and in much of africa), elections bring about a general feeling of fear and anxiety as peaceful political transition is a rare occurrence. my co-workers tell me that elections and politicians do not bring hope for change or a promise of transparency in governance. but despite their opinions of domestic politics, they are paying more attention to the usa presidency race than i am! folks i have met and even perfect strangers are shout "obama" or "clinton-y" (because every english word or name is an opportunity to use the "eee" sound at the end...juliette-y, school-y, going-y...you get the idea, no?) instead of "mzungu." the commentary here is mostly about the democratic race and, without exception, the people who i have talked to about this campaign believe that if obama or clinton-y take office, east africa's future will be better. i'm not sure what that means or if it is even true. bush's visit to africa and his sending dr. rice to kenya is a popular topic of conversation as well. save uganda's president and some higher-ups who are 'friends' of bush, most people view this trip as insincere and half-hearted...coming much too late in his presidency to be anything other than a legacy-building exercise. i wonder?

i hope that despite the delay in emails, this finds you and yours healthy and happy.

River Nile


I continue to be blessed by good fortune since I last told of my adventures in Uganda. Last weekend I was able to travel to Jinja, a town just west of Kampala (the capital) with friends and go white water rafting on the River Nile. As I sat in the hostile on a beautiful Saturday morning – sunshine, crisp air, birds welcoming the day…the whole nine yards, really – I could barely contain my fear of what lay ahead. Encouraged (or should we say, berated) by my fellow volunteers, I agreed to do something that was definitely not in the lifeplan. As we watched a video of rafters that had gone before us, my stomach churned at the thought of intentionally putting myself on an inflatable rubber raft, allowing fate to take us where it would – possibly flipping over, falling out, hitting rocks…you name it, I allowed the thoughts to enter my head and race around frantically until finally I took one of the deepest breaths of my life and literally jumped in feet first. I am so grateful to my bullying friends for taunting me with such gems as, 'Come on grandma (I am the oldest in my volunteer group), we'll take it easy on you.' And, 'It's the River Nile…who gets to do this?!' Indeed, I thought, as we practiced flipping over with our able-bodied and confidence-instilling guide, fully submerged in the water of history, of suffering, of triumph, literally the lifeblood of the nation…who does get to do this? We spent the entire day making our thirty kilometre journey over class five rapids. The white water, nearly deafening with its powerful surge, presented a challenge and an opportunity for those that ventured through it.

Towards the end of our day, knees sunburned, arms aching for relief from the effort of pulling our raft the distance necessary to finish our travel, it began to rain. Sitting on the raft, we watched the clouds climb over the hills and cliffs that hug either side of the river's banks. As we made out way past small islands in the middle of the river, I saw something I had never seen before – enormous cranes were sitting on the branches of a bright red flowering tree in the middle of one of the islands with their wings akimbo – they were drying their wings, preparing to take flight away from the very storm that we were labouring to raft right through. It was an amazing site and offered me evidence of evolution, of resourcefulness, of what was possible when one listens to one's natural surroundings for cues on behaviour, on making the next step in one's journey. As we ended our day's adventure I felt ready…for what, I am still unsure…but ready, nonetheless.

What I saw on the River Nile called into question the actions of many of our ancestors. I know they were privy to the same sites as I…the glorious, colourful river banks at times busy with the activity of living – women and children washing clothes on the rocks, animals drinking from the water – and at times so quite and untouched by human hands that one felt they might be the only person ever to behold the particular stretch of land. I kept wondering: After witnessing such peaceful, tranquil beauty, how could our forefathers have pillaged the very peoples and land that gave rise to such wonders? And then: How could we have done the same to our unblemished homeland and our native peoples? When one is blessed with the opportunity to explore, to adventure…how is it that that journey turns into conquest? I have no answers to these questions, but I worry that we are continuing this legacy of conquest today as we offer 'liberation' in the name of democracy, as we turn our eyes away from humanity and towards the almighty dollar.

Okay, I will take a large step down off of my soap-box (I left extra room in my bags so that it would fit…me without a soap-box in Africa?! Never!) and share my next piece of exciting news: I have managed to pass the Maryland Bar Exam! After facing my fear of the unknown, of injury, of incompetence on the River Nile, I decided to live the lesson and (thanks to modern technology) logged onto the internet available at our hostile and saw a 'P' next to my seat number. Shaking and crying at this unexpected (and welcomed!) piece of news, I called Barbara in Budapest – we passed the bar exam!

I am not sure why I am so fortunate to live this incredible life, but I am sure that I am one of the lucky few. I am reminded in countless ways each day that there is always something to be grateful for – that in the midst of our hurrying to meet deadlines, straining to pay bills, rushing to get the kids (not mine, of course!) to practice, cramming for an exam, wondering if we are making the 'right' choices – our respective cups run-eth over.

Much peace and love to you and yours…


Thursday, March 13, 2008

24 October 2007

Hi all!
I have had a busy almost three weeks as training finished and I am settling into my home in Kyotera. After I finished my future site visit, the final week of training flew by! The only parts of training that I will miss (in fact, I already do!) are my language teacher (Herbert) and my homestay sisters. At the end of training there is a homestay family thank-you event during which I performed a traditional dance of the Bugandan (lots of shaking while wearing feathers on one's behind) while wearing a gomez (traditional dress inspired by the British fashion of the turn of the century...think 1980s fashion fauxpas times infinity -- except I really enjoyed wearing it!!). I don't even have words to describe the ridiculous fun, but soon I shall move into modern times and be able to attach photos that will hopefully speak for themselves.
After saying goodbye to Luweero, it was hello to Kampala!! We had a great time relaxing and stretching our legs -- we had a tour and several meetings at the American Embassy, a pool-party (with pizza!!) at the ambassador's house, time for shopping -- it was a surreal end to training.
Swearing-in was a beautiful occasion. We left for the ambassador's residence in the early morning and it began to rain. As we slowly made our way through the city, the sun broke through the clouds and before us appeared two of the most complete and vibrant rainbows I have ever seen. Stretching from one end of the city to the other, they almost perfectly held the largest mosque I have ever seen at their very center. Breath-taking! Once at the residence, as the conclusion of the ceremony, a fellow trainee (another Julie from Connecticut -- small world!!) and I gave a speech in Luganda, Runyankori and English. When our class chose us, it seemed like a great idea and we were both looking forward to it. At the time of the ceremony, when we realized that we would be surrounded by the US Ambassador and the Prime Minister of Uganda among other official-ish folks, we were more than a little nervous. Everything turned out well and we were off to our sites.
So, now I'm in Kyotera, Uganda. As I mentioned before, it is south of Masaka and very close to the Tanzania boarder. So far, so good. I'm finding one of the greatest challenges to be staying in the moment and not trying to live the two years all at once. I'm not sure that makes sense, but it is how I feel. My organization ANPPCAN continues to welcome me warmly and has agreed to assist me in a project targeted at widows groups and post-test clubs so that I may work with them on protecting the inheritance rights of their children. Property grabbing (by clan members or distant relatives) is one of the ancillary effects of HIV/AIDS throughout much Uganda. Uganda's Children Statute allows for the inheritance of property regardless of age and sex. But the reality for many orphans and vulnerable children is that they find themselves literally having land and houses stolen from underneath their feet upon the death of parents and guardians. Mpola, mpola as they say in Luganda...slowly by slowly.
As October draws to a close I am missing Barbara and family, our dog Ben, friends, the fall season (the foliage, apple cider, caramel apples, pumpkin pie...don't get me started!), and the smell of crisp air that will soon usher in winter. That being said, I am blessed and fortunate to be doing what I'm doing. There are certainly perks: At about 6 each morning thus far, I have walked out my front door, up the stairs, onto the roof and watched the sun rise while doing/trying to do yoga -- nearby, a steaming cup of coffee awaits me and mountains, valleys and forever appear on the horizon...

Peace ahead,
Julie

20 September 2007



Hi all!
Sorry about the delay in emails, but the power situation in Luweero has been puzzling to say the least. Apparently their local council has had a disagreement with some higher-ups and therefore, the town has been receiving limited to no power for the past four-ish weeks. Anyway, now that I sit here to write, I don't know where to begin!
My adventure on public transportation to Kahunde (as far west as non-nationals are allowed to go in Uganda due to the DRC issues) was interesting -- picture me, 21 other people and 4 live chickens squashed into a 9-person passenger van with two full-size mattresses strapped to the top -- for a 6 hour drive. What fun! The PCV I stayed with has been in Uganda for two and a half years and is an education volunteer. Her site is as rural as it gets for PCVs -- no power, running water or other amenities and guess what...the peaceful three days that I spent there were some of the most enjoyable yet! Upon my return, my family slaughtered yet another chicken to celebrate the safe journey of their "daughter".

The biggest news I have is that I have found out my site for the next two years! I will be in Kyotera working for ANPPCAN (African Network for Protection and Prevention of Child Abuse and Neglect). They have been in Uganda for over ten years, operate in 5 districts and are ready to take their mission to the next level. Basically that means that I will be helping them to create legislation that they can bring before the Ministry of Health and lobby for better/improved laws for orphans and other vulnerable children. I am so excited! Hopefully, I am up to the task -- I meet the lawyer they have on staff next week and can't wait to get going!
There are about four more weeks of training, which include a future site visit so I will have much to report about my living situation, size of town, etc. JIC you wanted to find Kyotera on the map, it is extremely close to the Tanzania and Rwanda boarders in the south west part of Uganda by Lake Victoria.
I miss everyone and thank you so very much for the emails, letters and updates from the States. All my best to you and yours...
Peace and love,
Julie

14 August 2007


hello!!
i have arrived safely in uganda!! i am currently in a town called luwero which is north of kampala (the capital city). i am living with a family called sonko, samuel with ruth and samuel sonko and have three "sisters" ages 16, 13, and 5 who are helping me learn the ways of ugandans. i will be staying with them for the ten weeks of training and then will move to my permanent site for my remaining service.

to be in africa after years of imagining what it would be like defies explanation. i am learning a new language (lunganda), customs, dishes, ways of being. so far, even though i miss friends and family terribly, i feel closer to myself than ever before. at times, i wish i could transplant those that i love into this place so that it could be complete. i am not sure that this makes sense, but it is how i feel. :)

unbelievably, the weather here is mild and even cool at times! yesterday, my colleagues and i were caught in a hail storm walking home from training. so far, i do not miss the air conditioned comfort that i took so for granted in the states! i'm sure with time, such comforts will be distant memories :)

there is a long line for the Internet, so i will close now. i want to let you all know that i think of my friends and family countless times each day. i welcome emails and good thoughts -- as i know i can feel those across the miles.


more soon...

much peace and love,
julie