I'm tired.
And that doesn't even begin to explain the drain my body is feeling right now. But it's so worth it. You know it's worth it when the most macho guys in a student body are the ones most fired up about making difference and getting involved - so much so that they express sadness through emotion. You know it's worth it when 30 kids show up after school for a Schools For Schools club meeting on a Friday. You know it's worth it when you're in the cafeteria and a student you were talking to earlier waves you over to ask you some more questions.
This job is exhausting. To sum up the last several weeks, where do I even begin when my brain is so slow and mushy that I have trouble keeping my eyes open.
Uganda was incredible. The Acholi people are resilient and transforming with inspiration as the forge a new path after being forced down a painful and destructive road for so long. Their joy and overwhelming desire to raise up a new generation of peacemakers and leaders is phenomenal. I don't think I could ever get tired of being around that. I couldn't help but be stumped by the paradox of their joy with their oppressive struggle to survive the last 23 years.
These are some of the girls in the class that I went in. The girl second from the right is Proscovia (Prossy) and she was "my student." I did a day in the life of a student and she was the one I was partnered with. She is a beneficiary of the Invisible Children scholarship program, is 16, and hopes to go to university to become a business woman. She laughs a lot and is Miss Popularity on campus.
From left to right it is Vicky, Sheila, Prossy, and Alice. Aren't they cute and awkward?
Prossy and Alice.
We had a variety of experiences while we were there. By we I mean myself and the 11 other roadies who were able to go. Our group was phenomenal - super fun and easy going. I ended up getting to know and loving 11 of the roadies who I hadn't spent much time with while in San Diego. At the end of the post, I'll introduce you to one of them: "Baby Doll." So, back to one of the experiences - the food. When we ate at the intern house where we stayed Dorine, the cook, made us yummy food, but it wasn't very traditional.
When I ate at school with either my teacher or my student, I ate posha (ground maize thrown into water and cooked) and either beans, meat, or eggplant. I ate with my hands. It was messy. I didn't really like the posha, but the beans were so good, as was the eggplant.
Two days we went to restaraunts and ate Acholi food. It was delicious.
And that doesn't even begin to explain the drain my body is feeling right now. But it's so worth it. You know it's worth it when the most macho guys in a student body are the ones most fired up about making difference and getting involved - so much so that they express sadness through emotion. You know it's worth it when 30 kids show up after school for a Schools For Schools club meeting on a Friday. You know it's worth it when you're in the cafeteria and a student you were talking to earlier waves you over to ask you some more questions.
This job is exhausting. To sum up the last several weeks, where do I even begin when my brain is so slow and mushy that I have trouble keeping my eyes open.
Uganda was incredible. The Acholi people are resilient and transforming with inspiration as the forge a new path after being forced down a painful and destructive road for so long. Their joy and overwhelming desire to raise up a new generation of peacemakers and leaders is phenomenal. I don't think I could ever get tired of being around that. I couldn't help but be stumped by the paradox of their joy with their oppressive struggle to survive the last 23 years.
These are some of the girls in the class that I went in. The girl second from the right is Proscovia (Prossy) and she was "my student." I did a day in the life of a student and she was the one I was partnered with. She is a beneficiary of the Invisible Children scholarship program, is 16, and hopes to go to university to become a business woman. She laughs a lot and is Miss Popularity on campus.
From left to right it is Vicky, Sheila, Prossy, and Alice. Aren't they cute and awkward?
Prossy and Alice.We had a variety of experiences while we were there. By we I mean myself and the 11 other roadies who were able to go. Our group was phenomenal - super fun and easy going. I ended up getting to know and loving 11 of the roadies who I hadn't spent much time with while in San Diego. At the end of the post, I'll introduce you to one of them: "Baby Doll." So, back to one of the experiences - the food. When we ate at the intern house where we stayed Dorine, the cook, made us yummy food, but it wasn't very traditional.
When I ate at school with either my teacher or my student, I ate posha (ground maize thrown into water and cooked) and either beans, meat, or eggplant. I ate with my hands. It was messy. I didn't really like the posha, but the beans were so good, as was the eggplant.
Two days we went to restaraunts and ate Acholi food. It was delicious.
Another wonderful experience was a boat trip on the Nile River. It was serene and beautiful. We were able to see hippos, alligators, and monkeys. It made me feel so small to be on such a massive body of water in both a physical nature, but also an abstract one. This is a landmark of extensive proportions. It was humbling.
Last, I just want to share with you a picture that I really enjoy. This was taken after we had hiked up a giant rock face, guided by some boys who lived down the street. We were sweaty, hot, and filled with whatever you feel when you climb up a strenuous, giant mountain. This was our welcome back to the motatu (van) which was waiting to take us home. This is Uganda.
This is Catherine Cheng. She is now one of my favorite people and ultimate bus seat partner, even though she kept touching me while we road. She is a roadie on the NorCal team and no doubt rockin it.
I'll try to leave you with more pictures and videos in the next few weeks, but no promises. When I get time to breath, I sleep, but I want to value you, my reader and friend, and want you to know that I love you and miss you.
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