Monday, December 7, 2009

the coming home.

I am in complete shock that this very week I will be back in America. As much as I miss you all and cannot wait to be back in American culture, I am in no way ready to leave this country, it's people, or the many amazing people I have met through the USP program. Departure is going to be incredibly painful. Yet, I can look at this as a blessing, because it means that I have thoroughly enjoyed every moment of Uganda and I honestly could not have asked for a more incredible experience. 
Although my time here has been nothing that I expected it to be, it has far exceeded any expectations I could have ever had and I would not change a thing about it.
Here are some quick updates on my life:
- the last few weeks have been a rush of trying to write five papers, take exams, attend classes, and soak in every last moment in Uganda. I am finally done with all of my work and now I can enjoy the last few days I have here!
- last weekend I had the privilege of going on a safari at Murchison falls, about a six hour drive from Kampala. once again, I am speechless. There is literally no comparison between seeing lions, giraffes, hippos, and elephants in their natural habitat to seeing them in the zoo. no comparison.
sitting on the top of a safari vehicle, holding on for dear life, bouncing around through the Ugandan savannah, looking at giraffes in the morning mist and quietly watching lions cross the road in front of me was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever been a part of. Not only was the scenery gorgeous, but the animals looked so much more beautiful and healthy in their natural environment.
- christmas in Uganda. It is nothing like the Christmas season at home, especially because I am still wearing tank tops and skirts and sweating, but it is such a unique experience. First of all, Ugandans go CRAZY over the song "Feliz Navidad".... who wouldda guessed?! 
Last Sunday night there was a Christmas chapel service, which basically consisted of a chapel full of people jumping up and down, dancing, waving towels and chairs in the air, singing "go tell it on the mountain", "a long time ago in bethlehem" and "jingle bells"... all of which were in African style. I have never seen people so excited to sing christmas carols and singing Christmas songs at home will never be the same again.If only I had video-taped this moment.
- wrapping up relationships and experiences seems impossible, but this is my goal for my final week here before we leave for Entebbe for three days of debrief.

sorry again to all of you who I didn't get your letters (which is most).. hopefully they will be mailed to me in the states!! thanks so much again for all of your support, prayers, emails, and thoughtful letter and packages. you have no idea how loved I have felt during my time here.. this will definitely make the transition home much easier.
once again, I am so blessed by each and every one of you.
your Ugandan, soon to be American, friend and sister, Kelly 

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Epic Failure.

Sunday’s events were both epic and a failure. Let me explain.

Sunday morning, after a restless night’s sleep, I woke up at 4:30 am to catch a private hire with fellow USP students that left at 5am. The private hire then drove a group of nine of us to the Kampala airstrip, the starting point of the MTN marathon. We rolled up to the airstrip, still in the dark, and put on our bright yellow tank tops, visors, and registration numbers.

EPIC:

After splitting up into our separate groups (10kers and 21kers) we headed over to the starting point. The five of us running the 21k waited around for about 45 minutes in a sea of yellow and black, only to find out that the 21k had just begun, and we were stuck behind the 10k runners who were waiting to start. So we literally shoved and mobbed through the crowd, made our way to the front, and made a mad sprint to attempt to catch up to our group. After running for about 15 minutes, we began to get into our groove, set our pace, and prepare ourselves mentally for the long, sweaty run ahead. (mind you, the entire time we were running we were being shoved and called at by the Ugandan runners around us. Their method of running seems to be sprint as fast as they can, then walk. So every whenever it was sprint time, we would practically get run over; there was one point where I was tripped from behind, but the man who tripped me caught me right before I hit the ground). The Kampala marathon has become fairly popular, so there were over 15,000 runners. In fact, the winner of the race has the possibility of qualifying for the Olympics, since this is East Africa. The joke of the marathon is that once the Kenyan finishes, everyone else stops watching the race… Needless to say, I felt like I was running amongst thousands of Olympians (many of them even looked the part). This is where the failure part comes in.

 

FAILURE:

As we were running, I began to notice that we seemed to be curving a bit more than we should have. It seemed like maybe we were taking the wrong loop, so we began to ask multiple people if we were going the right way—all of them affirmed that we were on the right track. At about the 8k marker, one of the two girls I was running with had to stop and walk because she had gotten sick the night before (major bummer, as we had all been training together for the past month or so), so the two of us forged on together, still asking people whether or not we were going the right way, and being affirmed that we were. Eventually we neared the finish line. Of course both of us are super puzzled, because we had only been running for 10k, but people continued to tell us to keep going forward, so we assumed that we would go through the end and loop back around (you never know how marathons work in Africa…). Unfortunately, after slowly going through the finish line, we are told to hand in our time chips because we are finished. Naturally, my friend and I were very upset because we had been led through the wrong loop! We still had energy and motivation to finish the entire 21k, especially because we’d been training for it, but we had no choice but to stop. It was probably one of the more unsatisfying finishes to a race I have ever experienced.  But I am still so glad I could be a part of it! TIA (this is Africa).

 

SOLUTION TO THE EPIC FAILURE:

Because all three of us, who had been training together, did not get to run the 21k, we did our own half marathon this morning. We ran around the UCU track in our tank tops and visors and our friends came with signs and took pictures of us, handed us water, and made a finish line; I felt so loved. Unfortuantely, nobody joined us in super short shorts, converse shoes, sandals, skirts, and holding umbrellas (all of which we saw at the marathon).

 

I only have three more weeks here and I cannot believe it!!!!!!!!!!! Leaving will be so bittersweet. Happy Thanksgiving to all! I will be making pumpkin pie in honor of you.

Love you, miss you, praying for you, thinking of you. 

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

It's grasshopper season!

The past week has been a big realization of how comfortable I have become with the uncomfortable. Yesterday, I was making the trek through Mukono town to visit the Kagolo’s for the night, and I was suddenly hit by the fact that everything around me that had once felt so intriguing, exciting, and surreal is now just ‘normal’—things I am surrounded by on a daily basis. Ironically, this realization came to me when I was watching a boda-boda driver (motorcyle taxi driver) strap a live goat around his waist and drive off down the road. Pretty much anything can be carried on a boda-boda: so far I have seen multiple people, doors, chickens, goats, tvs, refrigerators, spare tires, matoke, bags of flour, and more…. It’s amazing how innovative you can be when there are no rules of the road.

Because my eyes have been re-opened to the wonders of Uganda, I am once again noticing all of the little details around me. Here are some more observations I have had in the past few weeks:

-         -November is grasshopper season. Literally, November 1st hit and these HUGE green grasshoppers came out of nowhere. They are on doors, in the shower with me and all over the walls. Because it is grasshopper season, this means that it is grasshopper-cooking season. I went into Kampala today and vendors were selling large buckets of them left and right. Thought I would try one for myself...not too bad, kind of fishy…..

-       - It is also mango season. Much better than grasshopper season. Last weekend I went to a place called Ssese, an island on Lake Victoria, and hiked around all day eating fresh mangos picked straight from the trees. Apparently Museveni, the president of Uganda, will be on Ssese this weekend… I was one week off!!!

-       - Obama is insanely popular in Africa. I would go as far to say that he is obsessed over. Here are some examples of his popularity: kids are named after him, restaurants are named after him, salons (which they call saloons) are named after him, there is paraphernalia of him everywhere (ie obama sandals, pants, bags, wallets, necklaces, you name it), and every African I meet asks me if I voted for Obama. I’m pretty sure they know nothing about him, except that he is African. He might as well be the Ugandan president. If anyone wants some Obama gifts, let me know :-D

-       - Getting into a mutatu (taxi) can be a painful event. Today I literally was moshed in a mad rush to get into one of the few available taxis (this was after waiting for an empty one for about 1.5 hrs).

-       - Running ten miles around a track can make you really dizzy. MTN Kampala marathon is this weekend!!!!! Please pray for me as I am running in my shoes from four years ago and I haven’t trained on any hills.

-       - Sometimes there are stones in my rice. And when I say stones, I mean stones. May have broken a few teeth from them…

-       - It can actually get cold in Uganda! Ok, maybe just cool. But for the past three days, I have not sweat at all! If I do not sweat before 11am, it is a miracle. I have even been able to comfortably drink warm beverages. Maybe Uganda does have seasons?

-       - Mukono life is much much different than Soroti (rural) life.

-       - I focus too much of my life around time, clocks, calendars, and schedules. I love how Ugandans are able to do things when they happen, eat when its ready, have relaxed conversations, and live in the present. Once again, living in the present is becoming the theme of my time here.

-       - I read and loved the book Compassion by Henri Nouwen.

-       -  Eating dried fish really isn’t all that bad. The fin is probably one of my favorite parts.

-       More to come later!

Happy almost thanksgiving to all!!!! I will be spending turkey day with all of the USP students, staff, and ex-pats on campus at the vice chancellors house. I signed up to make a pumpkin pie with my roommates! And then I heard we may be playing a game of American Football. It is nice to know that sweet potatoes, turkey, and irish potatoes are not difficult to come by in Uganda…

Missing you all dearly! Sorry if I still haven’t gotten any of your letters or packages. And thanks again for those I have received! They are definitely highlights to my weeks!

 

Monday, November 9, 2009

Breaking me down

Prior to coming to Uganda, I did not expect that I would grow more in my spiritual life than my emotional and intellectual. Although I have been experiencing growth in all aspects of my life, being in Africa has broken me down and opened my eyes to what areas of my life I value too highly and which ones I value to little. Being amongst a culture that is entirely different than my own, I have had to face the fact that the only commonality between Ugandans and myself is God. In fact, this world is so diverse and so complex that I have come to the conclusion that Christ is the only unifying factor for all of humanity. Living more simply and being humbled by the fact that my culture is no better than any other culture has made me realize that everything in this world is irrelevant without Christ at the center. If no culture is ‘right’ or ‘the best’, then I know longer want to value my identity based on where I live. This may not make any sense… it is just my attempt to explain one of the bigger concepts I have been  challenged by over the past few months.

Here some of a midterm paper that I wrote for my Faith and Action class. Maybe it will give you a little bit clearer of an idea as to what I am trying to explain:

 

“Love moves us. Love is a choice. Love reflects who we are.”

 

“Why is it that the story of someone who has actually done that Jesus commands resonates deeply with us, but we then assume we could never to anything so radical or intense? Why do we call it radical when, to Jesus, it is simply the way it is? The way it should be?” –Francis Chan, Crazy Love

 

“…Offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God…do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will… think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance wit the measure of faith God has given you.” – Romans 12:1-3

 

To be honest, up until this point in the semester, I have spent little time meditating over the objectives of this course. Although it may have been beneficial to do so, I have found that I have naturally been applying the majority of the Faith and Action course objectives to most of my courses and the general experiences I have had while in Uganda. In fact, these objectives are so all-encompassing that they are relevant to my journal entries, blog, and conversations that I have had with my roommates and people at home. Out of the four course objectives, the two that I have found to be the most relative to my time here are numbers 3 and 4:

3. Connect what we believe our purpose in life to be (telos) with how we live our life (praxis).

4. Critically and charitably assess our various identities (family, national, religious, etc.) and seek to rightly prioritize those in light of our Christian faith.

Throughout this semester, I have wrestled with, pondered, discussed, engaged in, prayed about, and researched these two objectives more than any other topics. In fact, one could say that these objectives accurately describe what the ‘themes’ of my semester have been thus far.

In regards to objective number 3, this has been one of the biggest challenges I have faced since arriving in Africa. For the past few years, I have really been grappling with the question, ‘What is my purpose in life?’ Throughout this time, my constant prayer has been that God would reveal to me His purpose for my life and that He would align it with my heart, mind, and body. Living in Uganda has clarified, as well as confused me, as to what my life purpose looks like. Throughout the semester I have been reminded that, as a Christian, my main purpose is to love others the way that Christ loves me. Often times, I get so caught up in what I am doing with my life that I forget to focus on the reasons why I am doing it. As stated by Shane Claiborne in Irresistible Revolution, “Jesus is not seeking distant acts of charity. He seeks concrete acts of love” (158). Loving others because Christ’s love is in me is much different than loving others because I feel that it is the moral thing to do.

Prior to taking Faith and Action, I was unsure how to live out my life purpose to love others. I now know that there are many practical and attainable ways to love others. Living simply is not only a way of deterring one’s attention away from the materialism of our world, but it is a form of loving others. In Sider’s novel Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger, he quotes Dr. Charles Birch saying, “The rich must live more simply that the poor may simply live” (183). By living with less, we are better able to love those who deserve more. As well as living simply, one can specifically learn to pray and care for others by keeping up to date on current events. Thirdly, a practical way to live out our Christian purpose in life is to practice being present. According to John Taylor, author of the novel The Primal Vision, “The Christian…has nothing to offer unless he offers to be present, really and totally present, really and totally in the present” (136). Loving others is being willing to be with them in whatever circumstance, culture, or place they may be. Just as Christ offered himself fully to us, we must offer ourselves fully to others.

            The most challenging aspect of course objective number 3 has been learning how to truly implement these practical ways of loving others into my everyday life. Sider encouragingly states, “Everyone should prayerfully ask God what limited, specific things God wants him or her to concentrate on. It was God, after all, who made us finite with only twenty-four hours in each day. Being called to do all God wants us to do to correct social sin is not a heavy burden” (117). As well as praying that God would show me what limited things He wants me to focus on, my greatest desire is for Christ to invade my heart in such a way that I cannot help but to love every person that I come into contact with. Yet, it is difficult to accept the fact that in order to truly love others, I must first fix my own heart. According to Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz, “true change, true life-giving, God-Honoring change would have to start with the individual. I [am] the very problem I have been protesting” (20). My problem is that I spend so much time thinking about how I can best love others that I end up doing nothing about it. As stated by Miller, “the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time” (13). To be honest, I have fallen into the devil’s trap for the past few years. I am ready to practice what I preach, to live in such a way that all that I do exhibits Christ’s love.

My prayer is that God would guide me toward his specific call for my life by simplifying my heart, encouraging me to care about people all over the world, and teaching me how to be present.

            As for course objective number 4, throughout the course of this semester, I have learned to appreciate the fact that God purposely created humanity with a diversity of cultural identities. And because God created all humans as equal, no one person’s view of his or her identity is better or more correct than another. By taking the time to examine how I perceive myself, I have grown to have a deeper understanding of who I am as an individual as well as the reasons behind many of my beliefs and actions. Reading Taylor has been particularly insightful when it comes to understanding the Ugandan view of the self. According to Taylor, the Ugandan perception of the ‘self’, his or her identity, is quite different than that of a Westerner’s. For example, an African sees his or her ‘self’, as being dispersed amongst many people and objects, such as a shirt, some dirt, a relative, or one’s shadow. Yet, although there are many deviances between the Ugandan and Western view of the ‘self’, “the Gospel is for men as they are and as they think they are, and this is the self that is potentially the new man in Christ” (38).

            This semester, as I have struggled to find similarities and points of connection between Ugandans and myself, I have realized that I have been looking in the wrong places this whole time. Because of Christ, the differences that separate me from Ugandans become irrelevant. As brothers and sisters in Christ, we share a common identity in him; Christ is our common ‘self’ who defines all that we are. Living in Uganda has inspired me to re-prioritize the various ways I identify myself according to my Christian faith. In an attempt to better understand why I identify myself the way I do, my eyes have been opened to the harsh reality that I often place my nationality, family, and social identities over my identity in Christ. In fact, I think that this is a frequent struggle for Christians all over the world. In the Gospel of Matthew, he encourages his readers to remember that Christ’s love is for everyone, thus every person can choose to identify him or herself in Him. Over the past 8 weeks, one of the most significant lessons that I have learned is that although Ugandans and Americans define themselves in starkly different ways, we are all connected by a greater unity, our synonymous identity in Christ.

 

Missing you all!!!

Btw, I am running in the Kampala MTN marathon in two weeks!!! Uphill and smog! Wish me luck!

Breaking me down

Prior to coming to Uganda, I did not expect that I would grow more in my spiritual life than my emotional and intellectual. Although I have been experiencing growth in all aspects of my life, being in Africa has broken me down and opened my eyes to what areas of my life I value too highly and which ones I value to little. Being amongst a culture that is entirely different than my own, I have had to face the fact that the only commonality between Ugandans and myself is God. In fact, this world is so diverse and so complex that I have come to the conclusion that Christ is the only unifying factor for all of humanity. Living more simply and being humbled by the fact that my culture is no better than any other culture has made me realize that everything in this world is irrelevant without Christ at the center. If no culture is ‘right’ or ‘the best’, then I know longer want to value my identity based on where I live. This may not make any sense… it is just my attempt to explain one of the bigger concepts I have been  challenged by over the past few months.

Here some of a midterm paper that I wrote for my Faith and Action class. Maybe it will give you a little bit clearer of an idea as to what I am trying to explain:

 

“Love moves us. Love is a choice. Love reflects who we are.”

 

“Why is it that the story of someone who has actually done that Jesus commands resonates deeply with us, but we then assume we could never to anything so radical or intense? Why do we call it radical when, to Jesus, it is simply the way it is? The way it should be?” –Francis Chan, Crazy Love

 

“…Offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God…do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will… think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance wit the measure of faith God has given you.” – Romans 12:1-3

 

To be honest, up until this point in the semester, I have spent little time meditating over the objectives of this course. Although it may have been beneficial to do so, I have found that I have naturally been applying the majority of the Faith and Action course objectives to most of my courses and the general experiences I have had while in Uganda. In fact, these objectives are so all-encompassing that they are relevant to my journal entries, blog, and conversations that I have had with my roommates and people at home. Out of the four course objectives, the two that I have found to be the most relative to my time here are numbers 3 and 4:

3. Connect what we believe our purpose in life to be (telos) with how we live our life (praxis).

4. Critically and charitably assess our various identities (family, national, religious, etc.) and seek to rightly prioritize those in light of our Christian faith.

Throughout this semester, I have wrestled with, pondered, discussed, engaged in, prayed about, and researched these two objectives more than any other topics. In fact, one could say that these objectives accurately describe what the ‘themes’ of my semester have been thus far.

In regards to objective number 3, this has been one of the biggest challenges I have faced since arriving in Africa. For the past few years, I have really been grappling with the question, ‘What is my purpose in life?’ Throughout this time, my constant prayer has been that God would reveal to me His purpose for my life and that He would align it with my heart, mind, and body. Living in Uganda has clarified, as well as confused me, as to what my life purpose looks like. Throughout the semester I have been reminded that, as a Christian, my main purpose is to love others the way that Christ loves me. Often times, I get so caught up in what I am doing with my life that I forget to focus on the reasons why I am doing it. As stated by Shane Claiborne in Irresistible Revolution, “Jesus is not seeking distant acts of charity. He seeks concrete acts of love” (158). Loving others because Christ’s love is in me is much different than loving others because I feel that it is the moral thing to do.

Prior to taking Faith and Action, I was unsure how to live out my life purpose to love others. I now know that there are many practical and attainable ways to love others. Living simply is not only a way of deterring one’s attention away from the materialism of our world, but it is a form of loving others. In Sider’s novel Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger, he quotes Dr. Charles Birch saying, “The rich must live more simply that the poor may simply live” (183). By living with less, we are better able to love those who deserve more. As well as living simply, one can specifically learn to pray and care for others by keeping up to date on current events. Thirdly, a practical way to live out our Christian purpose in life is to practice being present. According to John Taylor, author of the novel The Primal Vision, “The Christian…has nothing to offer unless he offers to be present, really and totally present, really and totally in the present” (136). Loving others is being willing to be with them in whatever circumstance, culture, or place they may be. Just as Christ offered himself fully to us, we must offer ourselves fully to others.

            The most challenging aspect of course objective number 3 has been learning how to truly implement these practical ways of loving others into my everyday life. Sider encouragingly states, “Everyone should prayerfully ask God what limited, specific things God wants him or her to concentrate on. It was God, after all, who made us finite with only twenty-four hours in each day. Being called to do all God wants us to do to correct social sin is not a heavy burden” (117). As well as praying that God would show me what limited things He wants me to focus on, my greatest desire is for Christ to invade my heart in such a way that I cannot help but to love every person that I come into contact with. Yet, it is difficult to accept the fact that in order to truly love others, I must first fix my own heart. According to Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz, “true change, true life-giving, God-Honoring change would have to start with the individual. I [am] the very problem I have been protesting” (20). My problem is that I spend so much time thinking about how I can best love others that I end up doing nothing about it. As stated by Miller, “the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time” (13). To be honest, I have fallen into the devil’s trap for the past few years. I am ready to practice what I preach, to live in such a way that all that I do exhibits Christ’s love.

My prayer is that God would guide me toward his specific call for my life by simplifying my heart, encouraging me to care about people all over the world, and teaching me how to be present.

            As for course objective number 4, throughout the course of this semester, I have learned to appreciate the fact that God purposely created humanity with a diversity of cultural identities. And because God created all humans as equal, no one person’s view of his or her identity is better or more correct than another. By taking the time to examine how I perceive myself, I have grown to have a deeper understanding of who I am as an individual as well as the reasons behind many of my beliefs and actions. Reading Taylor has been particularly insightful when it comes to understanding the Ugandan view of the self. According to Taylor, the Ugandan perception of the ‘self’, his or her identity, is quite different than that of a Westerner’s. For example, an African sees his or her ‘self’, as being dispersed amongst many people and objects, such as a shirt, some dirt, a relative, or one’s shadow. Yet, although there are many deviances between the Ugandan and Western view of the ‘self’, “the Gospel is for men as they are and as they think they are, and this is the self that is potentially the new man in Christ” (38).

            This semester, as I have struggled to find similarities and points of connection between Ugandans and myself, I have realized that I have been looking in the wrong places this whole time. Because of Christ, the differences that separate me from Ugandans become irrelevant. As brothers and sisters in Christ, we share a common identity in him; Christ is our common ‘self’ who defines all that we are. Living in Uganda has inspired me to re-prioritize the various ways I identify myself according to my Christian faith. In an attempt to better understand why I identify myself the way I do, my eyes have been opened to the harsh reality that I often place my nationality, family, and social identities over my identity in Christ. In fact, I think that this is a frequent struggle for Christians all over the world. In the Gospel of Matthew, he encourages his readers to remember that Christ’s love is for everyone, thus every person can choose to identify him or herself in Him. Over the past 8 weeks, one of the most significant lessons that I have learned is that although Ugandans and Americans define themselves in starkly different ways, we are all connected by a greater unity, our synonymous identity in Christ.

 

Missing you all!!!

Btw, I am running in the Kampala MTN marathon in two weeks!!! Uphill and smog! Wish me luck!

Friday, November 6, 2009

correction.

so, i still feel that words cannot describe my time in soroti and at sipi falls, but i would like to clarify that neither can the sigur ros music video i recently posted. just listen to the song with your eyes closed, because i was meaning to emphasize the music, not the video. sorry for the confusion!

short story of the week: just a few days ago i had an oddly comforting moment. for the first time, i was feeling very homesick. and on top of being homesick, i was feeling trapped and needed to get off campus. so i decided to go on a walk to the post office to mail a few letters. this short walk to the post office then turned into a 50 minute walk to my homestay. i had not told them i was coming to visit, so they were all surprised and thrilled to see me. and i did not realize how thrilled i would be to see them. the entire family was home, cooking, playing cards, and cleaning. and they all greeted me with the largest hugs, kisses, and smiles. i was not at all expecting my mukono family to ease my homesickness. although i could only stay at their house (although they insisted i have tea, spend the night, and stay for the next few weeks...) for twenty minutes, becaue i had to get back to school before dark, i walked home completely revitalized. who would of thought that an african family could temporarily replace the love and comfort of my family at home? i am planning on living with the kagolos all of next week and possibly longer...
this week has been one of the roughest so far. coming back from an absolutely AMAZING ten days in soroti to tons of homework, little sleep, and rice and beans was a lot harder than i had imagined it to be. it is hard not to look at the rest of my time here as a countdown, considering i only have five more weeks, but i have been praying that God will help me to continue to live in the present and make the most of my final weeks here.
sorry to be so short on the blogs lately. we have not had internet in over a week and i am currently using an off campus computer in order to write this... hopefully i will be able to update more soon!
THANK YOU ALL OF THE PACKAGES AND LETTERS!!! oh. my. goodness. i feel so LOVED. and it is sooo wonderful to 'hear your voices' and see your handwriting!
missing you all more and more every day. from uganda, kelly.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A song is worth a thousand words.

basically the last ten days of my life/ experience at rural home stay and in sipi falls are completely indescribable. words are not enough. so here is a song, it perfectly summarizes my experiences:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFEQHpIkKxk

you will just have to ask me more in person.....

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

.Zoe.

This past weekend I had the privilege of visiting New Hope, a home for fatherless and motherless children in Kasana. I left Friday afternoon with a UCU student named Medie (Medie is from Kasana and attended primary and secondary school at New Hope). After sitting in a few different crowded and sweaty taxis, wandering through the crowded streets of Kampala, and getting pulled over by the police, we arrived in Kasana five hours later (about 2-3 hours longer than it would take if we had our own private hire). I was so glad to have had Medie with me, both for company and direction.
Medie’s father, a devout Muslim, has worked for New Hope for many years. Although it is a Christian organization, he enrolled Medie in their primary school, where Medie chose to give his life to Christ. Because of this, his family became very upset and stopped financially supporting him. Medie has maintained his faith and enrolled at UCU, where he has had to work extremely hard to pay his way through- he barely gets by (this is frustrating because he has some well-off relatives who could help him out, but refuse to because he has turned his back against Islam).
Medie and I got to New Hope late Friday night and I met up with a wonderful woman name Nancy, who has worked at New Hope for fourteen years. Nancy generously housed me and fed me during the weekend. Nancy lives on one of New Hope’s sites, which consists about 200 acres of land…. So her house is pretty much in the middle of a huge gorgeous field. It was so refreshing to be away from campus, on my own, and out in the country for a couple of days!
Saturday morning, Nancy and I got up early (after eating a delicious breakfast of chocolate chip oatmeal and an entire press of coffee!!!!!!!) and went to clean one of the classrooms. I had the opportunity to talk with a lot of the staff on sight as well as get an extensive tour of New Hope; I was beyond impressed.
New Hope is the home to around 140 orphans, 120 staff, and it serves a total of about 500 children in the community. It runs a primary school, secondary school, clinic, farm, an institute (for staff and people going into ministry), church, a baby house, offices, and seven family units. Each family unit consists of around 15-20 orphans and their adopted parents. All of the orphans are extremely well supported—they each have counselors, staff assigned to them as mentors, and opportunities to go to school, do vocational training, and start their own businesses (one night we bought hamburgers and chips..also known as fries… from one of the older girls). It was so encouraging to see an organization that is run entirely for the children… everyone on staff is so genuine and passionate about serving the fatherless in Uganda. They are all working hard to make New Hope self-sustaining, eventually they plan to have no foreigners on staff.
Along with hearing many moving stories about the children and staff, one of the most transforming moments of the weekend was on Saturday night when the children held their monthly worship service. For weeks now, many of the kids have been learning to play guitar, so about 5 guitarists, their teacher, and countless vocalists led worship. Not only was it amazing to worship with Ugandans, but also halfway through the service the power went out. This is nothing new for Africa, but considering we were out in the middle of nowhere, it was PITCH BLACK. Yet we continued to sing and worship for another 30 minutes, and as we were doing so, a huge rainstorm came! Worshipping the same God with 100s of orphaned children amidst pouring rain. I couldn’t have asked for a better Saturday night.
Another highlight of the weekend was having the opportunity to play with the orphaned babies at the baby house. This weekend there were only four babies there, but apparently they have had up to 12. Nancy and I took a beautiful baby girl, Zoe, with us to church on Sunday and I got to hold her for over two hours because she fell asleep on my lap. It was literally painful to leave her after church. Zoe is one of the most calm and joyous babies I have ever met; yet the circumstances she comes from are anything but happy. Zoe was born about a year ago in a pit latrine. Her mother was only 17 when she had her and claims that she did not know she was going to give birth, hence the reason Zoe fell into the latrine. During the beginning of her life, Zoe did not have the will to eat or sleep. It was as if she did not have the will to live. But after living at the baby house for 6 or so months (during which time she contracted a horrible case of malaria), Zoe began to thrive. While holding Zoe, I could not help but to think of all of the millions of orphans in Uganda, particularly all of those that are abandoned in pit latrines. I am so glad that there are wonderful places such as New Hope to love and care for kids such as Zoe.
This Friday we all leave for Soroti for ten days for our rural home stays! I’m not totally sure what to expect yet, and how living with a family there will compare to living with a family in Mukono, but I will let you know as soon as I return!!!
Love and miss you all like crazy! And sorry if I haven’t gotten your letters or packages yet, they can take up to two months to get here…. TIA (this is Africa)!!!!!!!!!!!!!... also, if you happen to send me a package, it will get here muchhh faster in a padded envelope, rather than a box.
Alive in His grace, Kelly
P.s. I joined the Buganda tribal dance group last week!!! Except I looked NOTHING like the Ugandan girls who were doing it….hopefully I can bust a few moves when I get back. :-D

Monday, October 12, 2009

Being Present: Life as a Mzungu in Africa.

As time is flying by and I am becoming more and more comfortable with my surroundings, I am beginning to realize how much I will miss this place when I leave. Lately I have been working on being Present in every situation and soaking in the beauty of Uganda. One of the main themes of the semester has been learning to be present—to be a learner at all times. As an outsider in Uganda, it is my job to listen, observe, ask questions, be silent, and take everything in. often times, westerners will come into places, such as Uganda, and try and impose their culture and ideals on the people. God has been teaching me that the best way to love on people is just to be present with them. To be okay just being. sitting, listening, eating, walking-- whatever it may be. By learning to just be present, I am also learning to practice humility. I am no better than Ugandans because I am from America, take warm showers, drive a car, own more than three shirts, eat a variety of foods every day, have clean water to drink, and have white skin. My traditions, sense of humor, taste in music, etc. are not better than any Ugandan’s. I know this is a simple statement, even an obvious idea, but becoming a learner has been much more difficult than I had anticipated. I have felt very humbled by the fact that although our world consists of a diversity of cultures and people, we are all human beings—people who desire to love, be loved and experience the richness of life.

Here are some beautiful things about Uganda that I never hope to forget:

-       - the large variety of birds

-       -people saying “sorry” every time I trip, drop something, etc.

-       - the slow pace of life: people sitting all day on their verandas

-       - music being played in public at all times

-       - adorable naked babies

-       -brightly painted buildings

-       - lush, green, trees, big rain drops, huge sunsets and sunrises, big puffy white clouds, bright blue skies, bright orange and pink skies, thousands of bright stars

-       - having to repeat myself at least 3 times in every conversation

-       -my lumpy pillows

-       - little shops everywhere full of random things

-       - bright red mud

and the list continues…..missing you all in Uganda! I would love to hear how your lives at home are going as well! At times it is hard being so separated from all of you and life at home. So keep me posted!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Unreal.

Family & Friends!
The past few weeks of my time in Uganda have been absolutely unreal. Unreal in the sense that I have experienced some unreal cultural incidences (such as learning how to shop in a crowded market in Kampala where everyone is grabs your arm because you are white; such as riding in an open-sided, hour long, bus ride along the Nile with Ugandan, American, Australian, and Kenyan white water rafting guides and singing and laughing with them all the way; such as delivering milk with my home stay brother Joel; and such as attending an all day Scripture Party and being the only white person there; such as helping my roommate take out her red and brown weave; and such as watching my friend getting body-painted and perform in a tribal dance)….
Unreal in the sense that I am learning an incredible amount (about Ugandan politics and the corruption that follows; about the HSMF and the LRA and the impact that they are still having on the people of northern Uganda; about African traditional religions and the role they play in Ugandan every-day life; about Ugandan taboos, saying, myths, and proverbs; about poverty and the selfishness of the West; about living simply; and about the fact that I now feel more comfortable in poor towns like Mukono than at fancy resorts in Jinja)…
Unreal in the sense that I have been stretched emotionally, physically, and spiritually (as I have become more settled, homesickness has finally sunk in, but I am learning to live in the present and enjoy every moment of every day that I have here; being in Uganda is absolutely exhausting—I pass out every night around 10:30 because I am so drained from a day of walking, learning, difficult conversations, new concepts, cultural misunderstandings, and a full stomach of rice and beans; I was physically stretched last weekend went I went white water rafting on class five rapids and Bungee jumping 145 ft. over the Nile—the most petrifying, exhilarating, and exciting 30 hours of my life; spiritually stretching in the sense that God is revealing himself to me in new ways every day… I am just praying that he will continue to give me guidance as to what he wants me to do with all that I am learning, seeing, and experiencing; spiritually stretching in the sense that I am surrounded by a very faithful community of people—Africans incorporate their beliefs… whether they are traditional religions, Christianity, or Islam… into every part of their lives)….
Unreal in the sense that I still cannot believe that I am here, and that I am still here. Does that make sense? I have been talking to my roommates lately about how it feels like I am in a perpetual dream. Uganda is so different from anything that I know; I still cannot get used to the fact that this is my home, and I am not leaving for another two months.
For anyone who has ever studied abroad, you can sympathize with me when I say that writing a blog about my experience is ridiculously difficult. Attempting to put everything to words is very overwhelming, and I hope you can all forgive me when I say that there is sooo much more that I could be telling you.
Thanks again for all of your prayers and thoughts. I’m definitely feeling them over here :-D
By the way, if anyone gets a random urge to send me a package or a letter, here are some items that I am dearly missing:
- granola bars/ energy bars
- chocolate of any sort
- Mexican hot sauce (weird, I know… but the food is REAL bland)
- Plain t-shirts or tank tops (mine are already 6 times bigger than their normal size because of hand-washing.. even plain Hanes v-necks are lovely)
- Lollipops
- Candy corn!!!
- YOU (good one, right?)
Here’s my address in case you get the urge to write or send something (btw, don’t send anything later than the first week in November… it may not get here before I leave… or at all……):
Kelly Ranck, Uganda Studies Program
Uganda Christian University
PO Box 4
Mukono, Uganda
Thinking of you all daily!!!!!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Meet the Nagolos

Olyotia!!!!!
Meet my host family:
First there is Mama Jane (also known as Jaja, meaning grandmother), a large 70-year old African Mama who has birthed 12 children and raised many others. Mama Jane speaks little English, loves gospel music, loves when I speak Luganda to her, and is an excellent Ugandan cook (LOADS of matoke!!!). Now meet Tata Paul (also known as Jaja, grandfather), a tiny 90-year-old African man who has been married to Mama for fifty plus years. Tata speaks some English, can eat more matoke than anyone I know, is extremely relaxed, is extremely strong (you would never guess his age!!! he works all day outside) and enjoys teaching me words in Luganda. One time, while Tata was teaching me how to milk their cows, I pet one of the cows on the head at it proceeded to ram me in the side against a fence. Tata said, "It try to kill you!". No more milking cows for Kelly. Then there is Dennis, a 21-year old grandchild of Mama and Tata who lives with them for the time being. Dennis speaks great English, loves sappy love music (slow R&B, spice girls, Michael Bolton, Mariah Carey, etc.), loves to laugh and loves to teach me new things such as pool, dancing, and Draft- Dennis hopes to soon move to America, although I’m not sure there is any particular reason why besides the fact that is America… Dennis, like the rest of the family, is extremely kind and always makes sure that I am comfortable. He also lets me beat him in checkers. Then there is Joe, an 18year old grandchild of Mama and Tata who lives with them because he has lost both of his parents. Joe was my first friend in the house (our first bonding experience was listening to ‘gangster’s paradise’ together). He has kind of been my buddy from the get-go (kind of nice having a lil’ bro around again..) and has taken me on walks to town, around the house, etc. Joe, like the other grandchildren, is not in school because his grandparents cannot pay school fees, but he is a diligent student and wakes up every morning at 2am to do schoolwork in order to keep up (even if he has no school the next day). Joe also makes sure that I wake up on time every morning and that I drink my tea before leaving on my 40 minute walk to school. Andrew is the youngest grandchild staying in the house; he is 13 years old. Because he is the youngest, Andrew works the hardest to wait on his grandparents, older siblings, aunts, me, etc. (they are also a traditional African family, so all of the kids kneel when the enter the presence of an adult, especially their Jajas). Although Andrew doesn’t speak a lot of English, we still have a lot of fun together. Yesterday we made up a secret handshake, he took me to deliver milk to a neighbor (from one of their two cows.. and he’s going to teach me how to milk a cow!!), and he even got me a Samosa (fried treat with peas in it) because I had never tried one before. Along with those that I already mentioned, there is also Elizabeth (soon to be daughter-in law) and tons of other kids and adults who come and go throughout the house during the day. There is also the dog, Tildo, who follows me on my walk EVERY DAY to school and lays next to me in all of my classes (I have no clue how to make him stay home. he even walks me to my dorm...).
Apparently the Nagolo house is infamous in the village because Mama is on the head of the village counsel. Because of this, meetings and counseling sessions are constantly being held at our house (including at 6 in the morning). Mama even does marriage counseling!!—what a woman! 
The house itself is very small and very rustic: tin roofs, outdoor kitchen, one light, no plumbing (ie outdoor toilets and cement rooms to bucket bathe in), papers hanging from the ceiling, foam couches, and all of the boys in one room (I am staying in a tiny room in the garage on a foam bed with no pillow and a bucket in case I need to use the toilet in the middle of the night—I cannot go outside because of the wild dogs. There is a hole in my roof so during their HUGE rainstorms, water pours down my walls.. it happened at 4am last night! ( I am also currently covered in bug bites, including my face, but it is worth it!).
Even though I’ve only stayed with them three nights, I am already in love with the family!!! Just sitting with Mama while she cooks (btw we eat dinner at 1030pm or later...), chatting with the boys, or learning Luganda words brings me complete contentment. They have made me feel so comfortable, and treated me way nicer than I deserve to be treated. The Nagolo house is so full of love; they have already shown me what it means to find joy in living simply—all we need is friends, family, and God—American culture makes it too easy to forget this.
These are just descriptions of the family, so there will be more stories to come later. Many of them. Don’t worry, I’m writing them down!
Miss you all!!!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Comfortable with the Uncomfortable.

Friends and family, this is Kelly speaking to you from Mukono, Uganda, East Africa. Although it is obvious, because I am able to write this blog, I want you to know that I am alive and well (and so far parasite and disease- free)! Overall, Africa has been treating me well and I am still beyond excited to be here!

 As of today, it has been two weeks since our plane Washington DC for Amsterdam, and then from Amsterdam to Entebbe. Initially, I was overwhelmed to meet so many new faces in the airport, but I was relieved to find that we all quickly bonded during the course of the 20+ hour trip. Upon arriving in Entebbe, sleep deprived and disoriented, we were picked up in buses, given bananas and biscuits (the Ugandan cracker/cookie which I have come to love and will probably live off of for the next few months) and taken on an hour drive to Uganda Christian University- my new home. During the bus ride, I so badly wanted to be able to pay attention to my first viewing of Africa, but staying awake proved to be too painful.

Since arriving on campus, I have been placed in a tiny dorm room with two other awesome girls (such an answered prayer). Our dorm consists of bunk beds with mosquito nets, cold showers, squatty potties, and no mirrors…. Yet I am so excited to be on this hall and to be living on a Ugandan campus! When we first arrived on campus, no UCU students had moved in, but as of today, there are 7,000 Ugandan students on campus! It has already been such an experience being a part of their orientation week and I cannot wait for what else is to come.

 After arriving in Mukono, at UCU, we hung out for four days and did a lot of getting settled (including adjusting to waking up at 6am to the sound of morning worship and loud birds that sound like monkeys, adjusting to new foods such as matoke and g-nuts, and adjusting to being constantly sweaty and dusty).  Just after four days, I found myself falling in love with the gorgeous tropical scenery, the people, the food, and the culture. I was surprised at how quickly I grew comfortable being uncomfortable, which I have found is basically the theme of my semester in Uganda. Just after spending four days in Africa, the cultural differences between home and Africa were so evident, yet I have found myself so at peace with the differences.

 On August 29, four days after flying into Entebbe, we left UCU at 5am to embark on a 15 hr trek to Rwanda. Before arriving, I had no idea what to expect of our ten day stay in Rwanda- little did I know that it would be one of the most memorable and emotionally challenging experiences of my life. Describing my time in Rwanda, every emotion that I felt, everything that I saw, every testimony and talk that I heard, is nearly impossible, but I will try to give you a brief overview (ask me later for more details, I would LOVE to share). Basically, for those of you who do not know, in April 1994, the people of Rwanda of Rwanda endured one of the most horrific genocides our world has ever witnessed. In an attempt to overthrow the more dominant Tutsi ethnic group, the Hutu people ordered that all Rwandans obtain an ID card labeling them as Tutsi, Hutu, or Twa. To make a long story short, the Hutu then proceeded to kill around one million Tutsis. Unfortunately, the death of the Tutsis was not quick and painless; the Hutu brutally these innocent people who were their friends, neighbors, co-workers, etc. While in Rwanda, we spent time visiting sites where the genocide occurred (including a church called Nyamata where around 8,000 people were massacred and their clothes and bones remain), heard testimonies from numerous victim orphans, visited a place called Hope orphan village, went to the genocide museum, heard from numerous speakers, learned about the role that reconciliation has played in the current transformation of Rwanda, and even looked into the eyes of hundreds of the Hutu perpetrators (ask me for this story later). I could probably write an entire book about all that I learned and experienced in Rwanda, but I spare you for now (but PLEASE ask me about it sometime!). As well as studying genocide, I had the opportunity to visit a rural church with five other people from the program. When arriving at the church, I was surprised to find around 300 Rwandans singing and dancing their hearts out- it was so beautiful that it literally brought me to tears. While at church, we were seated on the stage, asked to teach them two songs (after SIX of their choirs had just performed), asked to give a testimony, and asked to give a sermon. And on top of all of this, the pastor was the only other person at the church who spoke English. After church, we were invited to eat lunch in the pastor’s one room home with all 25 elders of the church. Even though we did nothing for them, everyone at the church was so thankful that we had come and gave us way more than we deserved.

 After spending six nights in Rwanda, we hopped back on the trusty ol’ bus (which got a horrible flat tire on the bus ride home) and went to Bushara Island, a tiny island on Lake Bushara in Uganda. Bushara is not only one of the most gorgeous places in the world, but it was exactly what I needed after an emotionally and physically draining week in Rwanda. While on Bushara, we stayed in fully-furnished private tents, did a lot of debriefing, swam in the lake for four hours, went on rope swings, showering under buckets filled with hot water, ate guacamole, and danced to an African drum circle. It was the perfect rest before heading back to UCU.

 So here I am now, back at UCU, resting after my first day of classes, and praying that there will be internet so that I can post this ridiculously long blog. If you have read all the way to this point, thank you, and if not, I completely understand. Just know that all that I have written scarcely even skims what I have already learned, experienced, seen, and how I have already grown. Hopefully I will be blogging more often, but it is hard to tell when the internet is constantly down and the only place to use computers is in a dinning hall full of friendly Ugandans. Know that I miss you all DEARLY and think of you often. Always, Your Muzungu (meaning white person… a name that I get screamed at me literally EVERYWHERE I go), Kelly

 In case you want to keep reading even moreeee, here are some FFs (fun facts) about Uganda:

-       - a toilet is a toilet, the bathroom is where you shower

-      -  a bota-bota is a crazy motorcycle taxi that you can take if you are willing to risk your life… they are Everywhere

-       - Ugandans shower twice a day and think that Americans are dirty

-       - Dinner is always at 7pm and lunch at 1pm

-       - Girl’s basketball is called netball

-       - If you ride a bike, it is a sign of poverty

-       - There are anthills twice my height

-       - Once you get sick once, your immune system is good to go!


Sunday, August 23, 2009

And the Adventure Begins

I cannot believe the day has finally come! Tomorrow I take off on my adventure to study in Kampala, Uganda for four months! At the moment, I am everything but nervous, and I am praying that this feeling will remain.

Tomorrow I will be meeting my group in D.C. and flying with them to Amsterdam then Entebbe airport. In case you wanted to contact me, I think I will be MIA for the next two or so weeks as I will be traveling to Rwanda just days after I arrive. Thanks all again for your support and encouragement!! I cannot wait to share my experiences with you- the good, the bad, and the ugly. as for now, your future Ugandan, kelly