Tuesday, September 7, 2010

A fist fight, car wash, movie night and a bit of history


As of today we have been here in Uganda for two months. We have both settled into a routine and life feels quite normal. Both our jobs are going well. I had a short holiday 2 weeks back that I didn’t really need but so far this term I’ve a bit busier which is what I want. My typical week involves teaching a mixture of Geography and History classes, running morning devotions with the students and coaching rugby. I have also been asked to help some of the staff with their computer skills, which amuses me as I don’t have any computer skills to pass on.

A while back we were informed we’d have a couple moving in with us who are “a bit older”, Australian and would be staying for three months. As it turns out our new flat-mates (Colleen and Henrik) are 25 year old Canadians who are here for one month. We are learning to expect the unexpected. We get along with them really well and are disappointed they are not here longer.

We have the rugby boys over every Thursday night to watch a video. At last count there were 19 of them. Last week we turned all the lights off and it looked like there were only two people in the room until the boys found something funny. 19 sets of teeth appeared in the darkness. Some of the boys are taking to rugby really well. One in particular is called Einstein, wears glasses and has wild hair but that is where the similarities with the scientist stop. I teach him Geography and so far he has really struggled to grasp the fairly straight forward unit we’re doing on map reading. Rugby though, he understands. He is sound on defense and likes to go on sniping runs in close around the ruck.

Helen goes into Kampala most days for work. She often takes the local bush taxi vans which cost about a dollar for the one hour journey. The trips are always eventful. The other day she was traveling in a 14-seater van that, as usual had been loaded with 20 people. Halfway in the van pulled off the road for a “car wash”. A group of men armed with buckets and brushes descended on the van and gave it a damned good scrubbing for half an hour. The passengers including Helen and her laptop were caught by the spray coming through the rust holes and cracked windows. By the time they arrived in town the van had a fresh coat of red dust.

It was also her birthday last week. To celebrate we went into central Kampala for dinner. As travel is difficult and can be a bit unsafe after dark we went in early. We arrived at the restaurant at 5.45 and had to wait outside the gates until it opened. True class. On the way home I nearly got in a fist fight with the driver who succeeded in pushing all my buttons at the same time. If nothing else it was an eventful day! Thanks very much to everyone who sent her messages. She felt very loved.

For the rest of this entry I want to write down a brief summary of what I’ve learned about the recent History of Uganda. If you are not interested in History please feel free to stop reading here!

Uganda has been described as the ‘Pearl of Africa’. The climate is moderated by its altitude and the temperature sits between 20 and 30 degrees year round. About a quarter of the country is submerged in fresh water. This includes the White Nile and a big chunk of Lake Victoria. East African grasslands cover much of the East and North while the heavily forested upper reaches of the Congo River basin stretch into Western Uganda. Due to its beauty and the abundance of natural resources it was a highly sought after piece of land when Africa was being divided up between the European Empires in the late 1800s. The British eventually gained control of it in 1894.

Since then Uganda has had a very turbulent History. Between the turn of the century and 1962 it remained a colony. The British rule here was not particularly brutal compared to the treatment of some other African peoples. However, colonialism has definitely left some serious challenges for Uganda. It was during this time that the modern boundaries of the country were defined. Uganda derives its name from her largest tribe: the Baganda. These people speak Luganda and live in the region called Buganda. It took me some time to get my head around that! As well as the Baganda there are 5 other major tribal groups with over 30 different sub tribes. Like many other African countries this tribal diversity has made Uganda very difficult to govern. The smaller groups have justifiably felt marginalized with no political voice.

After gaining independence in 1962 leadership was competed over between various tribal kings and political party leaders. In 1971 the infamous Idi Amin took power by a military coup. He remained in power until he was driven out by a combination of Tanzanian and exiled Ugandan soldiers in 1979. Under Amin’s leadership Uganda suffered a lot. It is thought that approximately 300,000 people were killed- most of them suspected political opponents. My History teacher colleague’s father disappeared during this time and she has never found out what happened to him. Foreigners were expelled including a large number of Asians who had run many of Uganda’s businesses. This had a disastrous impact on Uganda’s economy. Unemployment and inflation sky rocketed. Uganda’s wildlife was also devastated and is still recovering today.

After Amin was deposed Ugandans were hopeful of a new start. However the next six years saw little improvement. A string of leaders failed to change the rampant corruption and violence. The current President, Museveni took over the country by force in 1986. He has brought stability and attempted to promote reconciliation between tribal groups. He has slowed the practice of political intimidation and violence and the Ugandan economy has grown a bit. These changes are quite impressive considering Uganda’s position when he took over.

However, he has now been in charge for 24 years and it is doubtful whether the election results during this time have been genuine. The Ugandan constitution stated that a President could serve a maximum of two five year terms. This clause was discarded as Museveni approached the end of his second term. The next election is coming up soon (Feb 2011). Already people here are apprehensive about what might happen. Some feel that Museveni should stay on in order to ensure continuing peace and stability. Others think he should have stepped down a long time ago. Either way there is fear that it may not be a peaceful election.

Today there are around 30 million people here. Uganda ranks in the top five countries in the world for corruption (not far behind Nigeria). According to UNAIDS figures around 7% of the population are HIV positive. This figure has come down a lot since the late 1990s but is thought to be on the rise again. The average life expectancy is somewhere in the 40s. More than half the population is under 15 years of age. We often see kids looking after babies (sometimes their own) and babies are frequently abandoned at the hospital, outside orphanages or on rubbish dumps. The list of problems here are typical of many countries in sub-Saharan Africa.

Despite all this people carry on with their lives. They are very proud of their country and many don’t want to live anywhere else. They see relationships as being more important than achievements (which can be infuriating). Whenever we ask malnourished kids how they are, we hear “I’m fine” accompanied with a grin. Jesus’ promise “Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted” seems to be a bit easier to understand here.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I heart the RESTORE TOUR


Now, those of you that know me, KNOW that I never promote work related things on my personal social networks - HOWEVER, the RESTORE TOUR that is coming soon to a city near you is something that goes outside normal boundaries.


Intrigued? Check out the website - look at the 'I am David' story and 'Restore Tour Trailer 1'

Or, go visit the production if your in the UK, USA, Canada or Australasia areas.... :)

the song thats following me around...


The radio stations here in Uganda are somewhat 'behind the times' but nevertheless they are still playing good music! Case in Point : Kirk Franklins " My life is in your hands"
The song is just ALWAYS on the radio...its following me around! Even though it was probably written back in 1994 and is 'new and fresh' here in my hometown - the lyrics are still good....
You don't have to worry
And don't you be afraid
Joy comes in the morning
Troubles they don't last always
For there's a friend in Jesus
Who will wipe your tears away
And if your heart is broken
Just lift your hands and say...

OhI know that I can make it I know that I can stand No matter what may come my way My life is in your hands With Jesus I can take it With Him I know I can stand No matter what may come my way My life is in your hands.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Love this


"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed. Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless, and see that they get justice". Proverbs 31:8-9

Thursday, August 12, 2010

I feel a blog coming on...


Well hello again dear family and friends,


I hope this blog finds you all well!


So - you know how each of us have things that we need to work on inside ourselves? Well, to be honest – one of mine is patience. The last couple of years have well and truly shown me that it would appear I’m not the most patient person in the world and this is an area I need to improve on! It’s often said that if you want to learn patience you’ll be given things that will make you impatient. You’ll be put in situations that require you to exercise that skill. So, in the wake of this realisation I reckon God moved me to Dubai to lovingly teach me a thing or two about what it really means. Etisalat (the local phone and internet provider) comes to mind as the first run-in I had on this issue, followed closely by everything from grocery store visits to car purchases. I can honestly say I left Dubai feeling like I had done well with the challenges set out before me and had learnt that lesson good. Next please.


Anyways, it just so turns out that apparently the lesson isn’t over yet. Queue, Uganda. It would seem that this game has multiple levels on which I am now trying to pass Level 2! It would also appear that where the first level focused on mentally waiting for things to happen and fall into place, the next level involves actually physically waiting for everything from a bus ride to a phone call to an email to waiting for a service or production to begin. Wherein I thought patience was a 15minute job and putting up with a slight inconvenience - it turns out God thinks its a good idea to test me in this by watching me sit in a carpark for 3 hours and wait for a lift home a couple times a week!


During my first few weeks here this really drove me insane, but each day I’m here I find myself gaining ground. Im nowhere near out of the woodwork yet and Im sure tomorrow will be a 4 hour wait just because I’ve written this but I wanted to share this with you in the hope that you would be encouraged in your walk with patience. While I’m over here waiting for a ride home you might be waiting for an answer on a job interview, or waiting on finding the perfect house, waiting on meeting Mr or Mrs Right. Each of us have different things we are waiting on and I just think the lesson to learn is not about the end result but rather how we handle ourselves and what we do with our time in the in-between.


And with all this time I’ve had to think - Tim and I have been dwelling on what we believe our role is when it comes to Africa. I strongly believe it doesn’t matter who you are, religious or not – there is no denying that there are orphans to rescue, children to feed, families to encourage and people to come alongside in Africa. This continent is heaving with small and large issues, many of which are simple to solve and many of which are complex. My belief is that each of just need to play our part.


So whether that means you are an amazing builder, knitter, teacher, pilot, secretary, nurse, marketing professional or university student -I believe we have an obligation to do something. I don’t think you need to come and live in Africa and give your whole life over to the cause but I do believe we should do something.


It might mean coming here to build a house with Habitat for Humanity, it might mean sponsoring a child and visiting her or him one day, it might mean coming to teach for free, it might mean sending over computers for a small school in the middle of the Congo or it might mean knitting jumpers that you and your girlfriends lovingly made to keep babies warm this winter. Whatever it is – its significant and its needed. What you have in your hands, the talent you hold is worthwhile and its vital that we each do what we can.


I guess the purpose of what Im writing is that I just want to encourage you to consider what you might be able to do with whats in your hand to help another. There are hundreds of countries that need financial, medical and governmental aid but Uganda is the one that touches my heart. What third world country touches yours? Did it ever cross your mind that they might need you?
Lots of people have told me that I need to write down all the things I am thinking about Africa as I see them unfold and before the novelty and fascination of it has drifted away.


So, in response to this I have spent the last month thinking about what Africa is to me.


Africa is potholes and beautiful black babies, its walking wherever you need to go, its clay colored red dirt that stains my white “Mizongu’ skin, its hugs and kisses with complete strangers and receiving genuine smiles amidst heartbreaking poverty.


Africa is mosquito nets and malaria pills, its buying Coca Cola for 40cence and then sharing it with the village children sitting beside us, it’s having lots of time on your hands and learning to be ok with that.


Africa is our shower with no ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ water tap, just water, its learning to live with power cuts every day, its spending your entire Saturday just doing your grocery shopping, its riding a boda boda motorcycle in rush hour traffic and tucking your knees into the man steering so you don’t knock off any side vision mirrors.


Africa is patience, its learning to be content and just wait, its rejoicing in the small things, its the sound of drums late into the night and the precious sound of a hundred voices greeting the day early in the morning.


Africa is freakishly large insects, monkeys and brightly colored lizards, its seeing your husband re-live his cherished childhood memories, its feeling scared and knowing that God’s got us covered, its inspirational, its a place where you have time to dream again, really dream.


Africa just is what it is.
But to me, it’s the epitome of love at first sight.


Love,Helen

We went to Gulu ...this is what we saw











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