"My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style." -Maya Angelou
Friday, July 9, 2010
A Video of Nansana, created by Melissa Cochran
Ceremonies and Goat Roasts
Well, this past Wednesday was definitely one of the most exciting days of my stay here in Uganda. The official opening ceremony of Extreme College Namayumba lasted for about seven hours. Seven hot, hot, hours. Save for the heat, it was a beautiful day for a ceremony. Three other schools, Bananywa Primary School, Royal Academy, and Jolly Child School attended the opening to show their support for Extreme College. Each school performed multiple songs, dances, and short plays. Seggawa, Job, Joshua and all the others in charge even hired a marching band from Kampala to play during throughout the day!
There were also a number of speeches given by Joshua (the headmaster of Extreme), Dorothy, Seggawa, the chairman of the PTA, the Secretary General of the National Council for Children, and a few others who's names I can't quite remember. The speeches were lovely, as were the plays. My favorite performances however, were the songs. The kids from Extreme have beautiful voices, and love singing. They got so into it! Dan and Brassio were especially talented, and were belting it out and getting their groove on in the first and second rows.
After the hours and hours of speeches, dances, marches, and songs, the ribbon was finally cut at the school was pronounced officially open. Finally the kids were able to relax a little, hang out, and have some fun. They had been working until past midnight the night before finishing up the school building, and clearly deserved some R&R. We ate, hung out, took pictures, listened to music and just, chilled. I honestly can’t think of the last time they got to do that. The building, by the way, looks amazing. It’s incredible how much they have accomplished. They built their own school, how many other kids can say that? None that I know of, that’s for sure.
Thursday morning, I was woken up by the Rooster who resides near our room in Namayumba at four, five, and six a.m. After the rooster gave his final wake up call, and I thought I might actually be able to sleep a while longer, the boda boda driver, who also lives next to us, started working on his bike. I finally realized, at around eight, that I had no choice but to get up and start my day. I walked down to the school to find that the kids had already been up since seven! They seriously never cease to amaze me. Lucky for them, the headmaster decided to give them the day off, after all the hard work they’d put into building the school.
We spent the afternoon hanging around, and looking at all the pictures that Melissa and I had taken the day before. Little Henry borrowed my iPod and started dancing around on the lawn, which was really entertaining. After a while some of the older kids started a pick up game of soccer. One of the younger kids brought a puppy over to me, which was so completely adorable I actually started considering ways to smuggle it back home with me. However, judging by the little red dots on my arms that I discovered later in the day, I think she may have had fleas…
After spending the afternoon relaxing and enjoying the nice weather (it was surprisingly cool, but much appreciated since we were still recovering the day before’s heat), we decided to have a goat roast. Melissa, Nabimanya, Brassio, Dan and I went into town to buy some firewood. While we were getting the firewood, these three men came up behind Melissa and I and began trying to talk to us. It was really odd, and I kept trying to move away. All of a sudden Dan told us to start walking back to the school. Melissa and I were glad to leave, and when we asked Dan who the men had been and what they’d wanted, he told us that they’d been trying to pickpocket us. Luckily, Dan, Brassio and Nabimanya realized what was happening before it was too late, and Melissa and I were able to walk away without getting robbed. Ai yai yai are we a couple of naïve Misungus.
After bringing the firewood back to the school, the boys started preparing for the roast. And by preparing, I mean they began to sharpen a couple of knives, fetched a ladder, and tied the goat up with some rope they had laying around. Thank God I am not a vegetarian, or a member of PETA, or else Thursday night might have been my last night in Uganda. I won’t go into too much detail, but lets just say it was the freshest meat I’ve ever eaten…and it was good too!
All right, I can’t think of anything else to write right now, so Weereba, and katonda akukuume.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Namayumba!
Extreme College is almost completely built! I spent Thursday and Friday in Namayumba with Melissa and the secondary school students, working on getting the school up and running. And yes, I did manual labor. That's right, these scrawny arms mixed cement/sand/water and then spread and pounded it to make the floor of the first classroom. I have two blisters to show for it. The secondary school students really amaze me. They work tirelessly, from sun-up until past sundown. I've never seen such work ethic, and drive in a group of students. They have worked so hard to build their school, and their desire to be there and learn is so evident. I feel as though it's a privilege to be able to work side by side with them. Of course, the girls laugh at me when I try to wash clothes with them, and have to correct my methods at least five times per load. And the boys make no hesitation is pointing out my errors when I try to level the cement or shovel up bricks. But it's all in good humor, and I love it.
I've gotten to know a few of the kids at Extreme. Chamime is a riot, she loves American rap and wears a baseball hat like Lil' Wayne. Nabimanya is hilarious, but also one of the hardest workers I've seen. He's one of the boys who have warmed up to me, and I love joking around with him. Brassio and Sam are also great. Like Nabimanya, they work tirelessly all day, no one needs to tell them what to do, or to remind them to do work, they simply just do. It's really admirable. Sam, Nabimanya, and Dan, another boy I've started to get to know, accompanied Melissa and I into town Thursday night and came back to watch a movie in our room with us. It was a pretty gruesome movie, and in typical boy fashion, they laughed at every scene involving blood and a machete.
On Friday, as Melissa and I were getting ready to head back to Kampala, Sam came to Melissa and told her he was feeling really sick. We worried that it might be Malaria, which he seams come down with quite often, so we took him back to Nansana with us so that he could spend the night there and go to the hospital in the morning. After we got him to the room where he would sleep, I went to put my hand on his back, and realized that he had a raging fever. Even through his sweatshirt, his skin was hotter than anyone's I'd ever felt, and we realized that he was seriously ill. Melissa and Nabimanya took Sam to the hospital the following day where he was hooked up to an IV, tested for Malaria, and given a cocktail of pills. When I spoke with Melissa on Sunday, she said he was doing a little better and that they would be taking him back to Namayumba later that day.
What makes me so sad, is that when I think about myself or one of my friends back home getting sick, I know that we will always have a network of people, be it our parents, friends, or relatives, looking after us until we are well again. These kids don't have that. Most of them won't tell anyone when they're sick because they know that nothing will be done. They don't have the money or the resources to get the children medicine. This is another reason I'm so determined to help raise money for Seggawa and the children. $4.00 is all it takes to buy Malaria medicine for two kids. The U.S dollar goes so far here, and even sending something as harmless to our pockets as $20 would go a huge distance for them.
Anyhow, Eric Courtney, the kids and I spent the weekend in Jinja, which was lovely. I got to see the Nile River, and the source of it, which lies in Uganda. After spending the weekend away, I came back to Nansana and taught English to the P6 students yesterday (Monday). The P6 students were very enjoyable to teach, they listened very well, and did their work without getting too distracted.
After teaching in the morning, I met up with Melissa and her mother who’s visiting, and we went into town to meet with the people from Straight Talk. Straight Talk is an organization that goes around to schools and talks to them about HIV awareness, HIV Prevention, and sexual education. After meeting with them and getting to know some of the kids who travel to the schools to speak with the kids, we were able to arrange for two of the men at the organization, David and Saul, to come speak to the kids in Namayumba next Thursday and Friday. I’m so glad they’re coming because the kids haven’t really had anyone to talk to about any of those things. Many haven’t been tested, and for all we know there could be a few at the school who are too scared to tell anyone that they are HIV positive. It will be good for the kids to learn that they have a support network, and that there are people eager to help and talk them through any difficulties they may be having.
Melissa and I invited David and Saul to come watch the World Cup final at Lido Beach with us on Sunday, which should be really fun. It will be nice to meet some University kids like us, so that next time we’re here, we’ll have some more people our age to hang out with.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Day One as a Teacher at Nansana Community Primary School
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Americans Have Watches but Ugandans Have Time
Today was my first day as a volunteer at Nansana Community Primary School, as well as their Secondary school, Extreme College. Starting tomorrow I will be teaching English, Reading, and Writing to primary classes 4, 5 and, 6. This will be an adventure in itself seeing as I've never taught before! However, after talking with some other volunteers, Melissa and Cindy, I'm pretty confident that I will be able to adapt to the position as teacher quite easily. The students already call me Teacher Kristin (and yes, Kristin not Kirstin, but I'm hardly concerned about that!). The entire school holds approximately 400 students. Many of these students are orphans whose parents have died from HIV/Aids. While most of the orphans have been taken in by members of the community, 80 or so live at the school.