Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Leaving!
Hey everyone, this will probably be my last blog as I'm leaving tomorrow! Today I'm going to Kampala and spending the night there, then the airport is a short taxi ride from there. Thanks again to everyone for reading, praying, or donating! See you soon!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Leaving in 1 week!
Hello! My time in Jinja has taken some form of routine which is much welcomed. I've been enjoying myself here and been in good health and spirits. Every morning I have banannas, instant coffee and bread with honey. After that I either read or find random activities: ie. today I helped Gabriel to begin construction on a little portable stove we learned how to make in Moyo using vines, ant hill soil, top soil and sand. After eating lunch at Gabriel's house I've been taking a boda boda ride into Jinja town which takes maybe 15 minutes. The ride is a bit crazy at times so it's a lot of fun. I walked the first few days here but it only costs about 1 US dollar each way and saves me 40 minutes of walking. In town I have been going to a place called the Source Cafe which is basically where all the white people hang out for some reason. I'm not a huge fan of gravitating to the white people but the computers here are really nice and you can get really good Ugandan french press coffee while you sit at your computer! Right next to me now there is a white kid that said "Man I'm going to kill someone if there isn't FireFox on this computer! It's so slow!" I already know about him that he is either (a) VERY new here, (b) an idiot, or (c) an ignorant white kid that hasn't been outside of main street in Jinja (similar to point a). And the internet here in Jinja is BLAZING fast compared to anywhere else in the country. This is the kind of white people you don't really want to hang around here... but whatever, that's the kind of thing you deal with in Southern Uganda, and especially in Jinja. I guess everyone has a transition period of spending time here but some people just suck at it, or never make the transition they are in a third world country and they aren't in the UK, Germany, or the US anymore.
After the internet I've been spending the rest of the afternoon with the orphans at Welcome Home. I feel pretty disconnected from there since I have pretty much just showed up one day and started playing with the kids. It's good and all but I've been realizing through other volunteers that I meet at Welcome Home that coming across the world to "play" with kids for a few hours a day, for 2 weeks, is kind of pointless. I really can't find a way to see that spending 30 total hours with kids over a period of a few weeks really has any lasting impact. Maybe if you string together all the volunteers together you can say there are extra white people playing with the kids over the entire year, but there's already 14 ladies, 2 guys, and 1 long term volunteer and other people that come to see the kids regularly that take care of that. What the kids need is somebody to really get to know them and to be constantly there to teach them. As a result I've come to terms with the fact that I'm really not doing anything sustainable over my last 2 weeks here. But hey it happens. At least I'm leaving in 7 days!
I think the best "short term missions trips" result in building something or creating something tangible that will last when you head back home after spending 8 days with someone. I have to bite my tongue sometimes when very PROUD kids right out of highschool spend 2 weeks with the "poor orphans" and kick a ball with them a few times and feel like they are Mother Theresa. People need to get creative or much more knowledgeable with how they spend time and money, which of course I know is extremely hard... and Uganda near impossible. Is the impact on the kids worth 3 thousand dollar plane tickets and the CO2 emissions they are responsible for? Sadly I'm finding probably not. I'm not really excluding myself from that group necessarily but I feel better knowing people over almost 2 months and bringing real help from point A to point B to point C, the whole time playing with the kids as much as anyone else. I just hope that what short term volunteers learn changes them back in their homes so at least some impact has been made out of all this.
Anyways, before dark I've been going back to Gabriel's house and reading, as well as watching the Confederation's Cup that's been on. Everyone here is rooting for USA that unexpectedly beat Spain and made it in the finals. They play Brazil on Sunday, so that will be fun.
See you all soon, <3
After the internet I've been spending the rest of the afternoon with the orphans at Welcome Home. I feel pretty disconnected from there since I have pretty much just showed up one day and started playing with the kids. It's good and all but I've been realizing through other volunteers that I meet at Welcome Home that coming across the world to "play" with kids for a few hours a day, for 2 weeks, is kind of pointless. I really can't find a way to see that spending 30 total hours with kids over a period of a few weeks really has any lasting impact. Maybe if you string together all the volunteers together you can say there are extra white people playing with the kids over the entire year, but there's already 14 ladies, 2 guys, and 1 long term volunteer and other people that come to see the kids regularly that take care of that. What the kids need is somebody to really get to know them and to be constantly there to teach them. As a result I've come to terms with the fact that I'm really not doing anything sustainable over my last 2 weeks here. But hey it happens. At least I'm leaving in 7 days!
I think the best "short term missions trips" result in building something or creating something tangible that will last when you head back home after spending 8 days with someone. I have to bite my tongue sometimes when very PROUD kids right out of highschool spend 2 weeks with the "poor orphans" and kick a ball with them a few times and feel like they are Mother Theresa. People need to get creative or much more knowledgeable with how they spend time and money, which of course I know is extremely hard... and Uganda near impossible. Is the impact on the kids worth 3 thousand dollar plane tickets and the CO2 emissions they are responsible for? Sadly I'm finding probably not. I'm not really excluding myself from that group necessarily but I feel better knowing people over almost 2 months and bringing real help from point A to point B to point C, the whole time playing with the kids as much as anyone else. I just hope that what short term volunteers learn changes them back in their homes so at least some impact has been made out of all this.
Anyways, before dark I've been going back to Gabriel's house and reading, as well as watching the Confederation's Cup that's been on. Everyone here is rooting for USA that unexpectedly beat Spain and made it in the finals. They play Brazil on Sunday, so that will be fun.
See you all soon, <3
Monday, June 22, 2009
Back in Jinja
2 nights ago I arrived back in Jinja after a long miserable day of traveling. I spent most of yesterday just relaxing around Gabriel's house and taking medication for some cold symptoms I've been having. I think my last 12 days here I will be blogging a lot less since there will be less going on. I visited the Welcome Home orphanage again today and was able to drink REAL coffee again in Jinja with Lindsay who is volunteering at Welcome Home for a year.
My time in Jinja for the next 12 days will be a joke compared to the North. I get to sleep in a big bed and take hot showers every day. Jinja is basically where sell out Ugandans live. Gabriel says his whole neighborhood where I am staying at his house (essentially a suburb of Jinja across the Nile) is all ex-government officials from all over Uganda that stay in luxurious big houses in a safe neighborhoods. It is a far cry from the poverty that I saw in Moyo in the North, but I'm not complaining. If anything interesting happens I'll let everyone know and I'll be home in a few weeks.
My time in Jinja for the next 12 days will be a joke compared to the North. I get to sleep in a big bed and take hot showers every day. Jinja is basically where sell out Ugandans live. Gabriel says his whole neighborhood where I am staying at his house (essentially a suburb of Jinja across the Nile) is all ex-government officials from all over Uganda that stay in luxurious big houses in a safe neighborhoods. It is a far cry from the poverty that I saw in Moyo in the North, but I'm not complaining. If anything interesting happens I'll let everyone know and I'll be home in a few weeks.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Moyo Pictures
Pray for me to be able to buy one of these posters somewhere and bring it home. I think it got a little graphic at the bottom so they ripped and censored it for the kids.
A few days after my 25th in Moyo. Children sang to me.
The banannas are already starting to grow! But a goat gnawed on this one...
The Movement's big brother church in Uganda, dwarfing our population by a 3:2 ratio.
A few days after my 25th in Moyo. Children sang to me.
The banannas are already starting to grow! But a goat gnawed on this one...
The Movement's big brother church in Uganda, dwarfing our population by a 3:2 ratio.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
News and happenings
Big news! Lots of stuff going on the last 2 days, but to let everyone know, I will be coming home roughly 2 weeks sooner than planned at the beginning of July. The reason is that I have accomplished everything I wanted to in Northern Uganda, and even with cutting the trip short 2 weeks, I will still have 3 weeks to be in Jinja and Southern Uganda to be hanging out with the children there, street ministry, hanging out, etc. I have a lot to do before the summer is over and I finally got the point where I decided 5 weeks in Jinja would be a bit excessive.
Now, to clue everyone as to what the last few days have been like. I have been going around Moyo district with Gabriel, the Chairman Peter Dolo and his driver. We have been checking out the situations and problems people are living in all around the district. Moyo village, is the center of Moyo district, which is rural in it of it’s self. But we have been going around the even MORE rural villages to see the poverty and other issues that effect their lives. Yesterday I went to several villages where Gabriel told me he grew up. One of the biggest problems that I have been told about but have not yet mentioned on here, is that global warming has completely messed up the climate here in Uganda. The reason that the mangos are so plentiful right now is that they usually come to be fully grown and ripe in mid April, but instead they have been ready to eat around early June, over 2 months late they tell me. Since Moyo town where I have been is higher in elevation than some of the surrounding villages, they have had adequate rainfall during this “rainy season,” but the other lower elevation villages haven’t been so lucky. Several of the villages I went to had no crops growing; only a small selection of sun burnt withered corn plants that will not ever produce fruit. This has forced any village merchants to travel by any means necessary to Gulu and other towns in central Uganda to buy lots of food and resources there, then transport them back to Moyo and sell them. This means there is less selection, and a MUCH greater price for everything, as well as less people surviving by their own means. Many towns we went to were in the Nile River valley, maybe only 1 kilometer from the water. So the people mostly rely on making fishing nets and eating whatever living thing comes up. Some of the fish are actually good and consumable, like Tilapia and Catfish. Others are just tiny sunfish looking things that they just boil in a bunch of water together to “cook” them then eat that. It’s a pretty sad situation here.
Yesterday we visited another set of villages that were by another little embankment off of the Nile, where many people take small boats across the river and even down the river into Sudan to do trade. At this specific site we went to, called “Dufile” pronounced Doo-fil-uh” was an archeological site where European explorers set up camp and defended themselves. Apparently an American university professor has a pretty large scale (considering the area) archeological investigation going on all the artifacts they are finding under the soil in this area. All of them apparently date back to the late 1800’s. The original explorers coupled with local villagers made a big hill of dirt maybe 8 feet high surrounding maybe 16 acres of land that was their camp. Here they could look out into the surrounding plains and see anyone coming as they were farther off. Apparently elephants often come around this area, although we didn’t see any. During the many wars that have plagued Northern Uganda over the last 40 years, local villagers and militia still used the embankment and look out posts to try to protect themselves. I found on the ground a rusted bullet which Gabriel tells me was from an AK-47. I guess people weren’t looking for that kind of thing in that area of ground. Gabriel tells me it is most likely from the late 70’s early 80’s when Idi Amin (some would call him Joseph Kony’s predecessor) was reigning terror over this land. Also, the territory looked just like scenes from Jurassic Park, widely spaced trees with plains all around us.
Today I was brought WAY up into the mountains. Sometimes the car I felt like was climbing jagged rock at a 30 degree angle. We went to a church service of 12 people underneath a tree in one of the most rural villages still in Moyo district. Apparently that wasn’t the only reason the commissioner brought us out here. We picked up a woman who was later explained to me as being a fugitive and chased out of this very village, because the locals thought she was a “wizard” (their words). So after our church service, Gabriel and the chairman gathered together about 100 people to help bring “justice” to the situation. He told me later that the people started to take matters into their own hands and the situation needed to be sorted out rationally. Today we also briefly went to the border of Sudan. I set one foot on the other side just to say I was in Sudan. We had armed guards with us the whole time just as a precaution because apparently Gabriel and the chairman of the district warranted this protection when venturing to the more rural parts of the village.
I need to head out now, since everyone is waiting for me in the car! I will post soon hopefully, as I have been told we are not leaving for Jinja tomorrow, but on Wednesday. Gabriel tells me he needs to stick around for another couple days to sign papers to get what will be sort of a pension for him being in the military. Whatever.
Also-random fact. I have yet to really see a skinny nun here. They don’t make any money, but are all extremely well fed. This was always in the back of my mind, but yesterday one of the plumper sisters started spooning tons of peanut butter on top of her cooked cabbage to mix. I tried to not stare, but it was just… fascinating. She then told me she wasn’t eating any meat for health reasons. I laughed to myself…
Now, to clue everyone as to what the last few days have been like. I have been going around Moyo district with Gabriel, the Chairman Peter Dolo and his driver. We have been checking out the situations and problems people are living in all around the district. Moyo village, is the center of Moyo district, which is rural in it of it’s self. But we have been going around the even MORE rural villages to see the poverty and other issues that effect their lives. Yesterday I went to several villages where Gabriel told me he grew up. One of the biggest problems that I have been told about but have not yet mentioned on here, is that global warming has completely messed up the climate here in Uganda. The reason that the mangos are so plentiful right now is that they usually come to be fully grown and ripe in mid April, but instead they have been ready to eat around early June, over 2 months late they tell me. Since Moyo town where I have been is higher in elevation than some of the surrounding villages, they have had adequate rainfall during this “rainy season,” but the other lower elevation villages haven’t been so lucky. Several of the villages I went to had no crops growing; only a small selection of sun burnt withered corn plants that will not ever produce fruit. This has forced any village merchants to travel by any means necessary to Gulu and other towns in central Uganda to buy lots of food and resources there, then transport them back to Moyo and sell them. This means there is less selection, and a MUCH greater price for everything, as well as less people surviving by their own means. Many towns we went to were in the Nile River valley, maybe only 1 kilometer from the water. So the people mostly rely on making fishing nets and eating whatever living thing comes up. Some of the fish are actually good and consumable, like Tilapia and Catfish. Others are just tiny sunfish looking things that they just boil in a bunch of water together to “cook” them then eat that. It’s a pretty sad situation here.
Yesterday we visited another set of villages that were by another little embankment off of the Nile, where many people take small boats across the river and even down the river into Sudan to do trade. At this specific site we went to, called “Dufile” pronounced Doo-fil-uh” was an archeological site where European explorers set up camp and defended themselves. Apparently an American university professor has a pretty large scale (considering the area) archeological investigation going on all the artifacts they are finding under the soil in this area. All of them apparently date back to the late 1800’s. The original explorers coupled with local villagers made a big hill of dirt maybe 8 feet high surrounding maybe 16 acres of land that was their camp. Here they could look out into the surrounding plains and see anyone coming as they were farther off. Apparently elephants often come around this area, although we didn’t see any. During the many wars that have plagued Northern Uganda over the last 40 years, local villagers and militia still used the embankment and look out posts to try to protect themselves. I found on the ground a rusted bullet which Gabriel tells me was from an AK-47. I guess people weren’t looking for that kind of thing in that area of ground. Gabriel tells me it is most likely from the late 70’s early 80’s when Idi Amin (some would call him Joseph Kony’s predecessor) was reigning terror over this land. Also, the territory looked just like scenes from Jurassic Park, widely spaced trees with plains all around us.
Today I was brought WAY up into the mountains. Sometimes the car I felt like was climbing jagged rock at a 30 degree angle. We went to a church service of 12 people underneath a tree in one of the most rural villages still in Moyo district. Apparently that wasn’t the only reason the commissioner brought us out here. We picked up a woman who was later explained to me as being a fugitive and chased out of this very village, because the locals thought she was a “wizard” (their words). So after our church service, Gabriel and the chairman gathered together about 100 people to help bring “justice” to the situation. He told me later that the people started to take matters into their own hands and the situation needed to be sorted out rationally. Today we also briefly went to the border of Sudan. I set one foot on the other side just to say I was in Sudan. We had armed guards with us the whole time just as a precaution because apparently Gabriel and the chairman of the district warranted this protection when venturing to the more rural parts of the village.
I need to head out now, since everyone is waiting for me in the car! I will post soon hopefully, as I have been told we are not leaving for Jinja tomorrow, but on Wednesday. Gabriel tells me he needs to stick around for another couple days to sign papers to get what will be sort of a pension for him being in the military. Whatever.
Also-random fact. I have yet to really see a skinny nun here. They don’t make any money, but are all extremely well fed. This was always in the back of my mind, but yesterday one of the plumper sisters started spooning tons of peanut butter on top of her cooked cabbage to mix. I tried to not stare, but it was just… fascinating. She then told me she wasn’t eating any meat for health reasons. I laughed to myself…
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Title of entry
My life has been pretty interesting since last time I wrote here. After I used the internet I relaxed with Gabriel at a guest house down the street he is staying in. We drank some sodas and I was reading a book he gave me for a few hours to relax. When I got back to the orphanage for dinner the contractor was waiting for me. He basically slithered up to me and told me that he needed more money. This was confusing to me since we had agreed that I would be done with him when I paid him the last 100,000 schillings. A few days before he agreed to lower the price from 990,600 that was the exact 30% cost of the materials he could collect, down to 900,000 and that this would be his contribution to the orphans. Now he basically told me he never said he would lower the price, and that Gabriel and I had misheard him. He had always wanted the full 990,600. On top of that he didn’t even say he wanted the 90,600 remaining balance, he kept saying 99,000. It was all a huge scam and now Gabriel wasn’t here to argue with him in the Madi language. I asked him if he thought I was lying when I told him exactly what he said a few nights ago and he just avoided the question and kept giving me some weird attitude about how the “workers” were “complaining.” So at this point I was ready to hit the guy and told him to tell me exactly which workers were complaining, why, and where they were at this exact moment. He started stumbling over his words; I just wanted to call his bluff and basically did, although I knew it probably wouldn’t matter. So I called Gabriel to clear it up since he was staying across town, they both yelled at each other in the phone although the carpenter never really yells he holds one arm with the other, looks nervous and whines. He gave the phone to me and all Gabriel said was “You pay that man the money.” That almost sent me over the edge since he couldn’t even explain but I didn’t think it was worth it for 50 dollars, and with Mandy’s rescue money coming through I figured I’d let it go. That said I don’t think I’ve ever felt my intelligence insulted more in my entire life. We agreed to talk about it tomorrow morning.
So this morning first I took a boda boda over to Gabriel’s guest house and the carpenter scum was already there. Gabriel gave some schpeal to him about how he was “disappointed” that he was so dishonest, and at least at this point he agreed with me in front of the man that he was flat out lying to our faces. Since Gabriel knew I had the money now, and it was technically legal for him to collect that amount, I guess “we” decided it was best to just pay him the money so there was no riff raff that would rise up as a result. Plus I didn’t want to feel like my safety would be compromised over $50. So I felt like spitting on the money and handing to him but I just paid him and Gabriel wrote out a little bill of sale that the guy signed saying that our deal was completed and he made sure that the contractor didn’t start any more projects under the assumption that I was paying.
Next in the day Gabriel told me we would be attending a town council meeting and that he expected me to share a little speech about what I was doing in Moyo. So I was like “great” another little hidden surprise… a speech in front of the entire local government. So we met the district commissioner I’ve wrote about who had been extremely helpful in donating his car and money to bring the goats, which turned out would have been almost as expensive as building the entire goat house. So the meeting began with about 70 people representing all facets of the local government. The meeting would last all day but the commissioner set it up so we would talk in the very beginning before they got into the meat of everything then we could leave. So Gabriel got up and explained what he was doing at the Hospital in bringing medication and how he helped me with the goats. Then I got up and addressed everyone for a few minutes on why I came and how I was helping with the goat project. I also felt forced to say that I would be attempting to raise awareness, money, and people back in the United States. It’s partially true but the way they talk you would think they expected me to donate my entire life to the cause when I got back so I’m just being cautious. So after I gave the speech the chairman invited me up front and crowned me officially as a “ambassador” to the Moyo district. I received a tiny carved wooden cock (chicken) and the district flag. The commissioner went on for a few minutes on what that meant and then we took pictures and left. It was pretty intense.
So after I left there were several reporters in the meeting that pretty much swarmed me when we stepped outside and each one interviewed me and stuck recording devices in my face. Apparently all those are going to be on the local radio around Uganda and apparently another reporter is going to meet with us later to do a piece for the newspaper. I wasn’t a huge fan of it and felt uncomfortable the entire time since I basically just walked in on this gig, I never intended to come with the idea I’d be pursued for ambassador-ship so much, but whatever I’m just going with it.
After that today the commissioner lent us his driver and his vehicle so we could tour around different parts of the district so I could take pictures and show people the suffering that’s happening around here since he would be in the meeting all day. We are leaving in 3 days on Monday and I’m pretty excited to take the bus back. Gabriel even says he will use his “powers” to get us the front 2 seats on the bus which have double the leg room. I would frown upon that but I’m just going to let the perks of dealing with him roll in.
Again the last few days I’ve been on a rollercoaster of wanting to leave NOW to loving everybody. It’s such a weird balance everything hangs in here. But once I’m in Jinja I’ll be there steadily for my last weeks in Uganda and things will hopefully take some semblance of normality.
I’ll post pictures of everything soon but all the ones of me suck since nobody here knows how to hold a camera still or push the silver button that efficiently. This Sunday is another birthday party for me with the kids and kind of a going away.
Only a few weeks until I’m back, the trip is pretty much half over! Miss you all lots!
So this morning first I took a boda boda over to Gabriel’s guest house and the carpenter scum was already there. Gabriel gave some schpeal to him about how he was “disappointed” that he was so dishonest, and at least at this point he agreed with me in front of the man that he was flat out lying to our faces. Since Gabriel knew I had the money now, and it was technically legal for him to collect that amount, I guess “we” decided it was best to just pay him the money so there was no riff raff that would rise up as a result. Plus I didn’t want to feel like my safety would be compromised over $50. So I felt like spitting on the money and handing to him but I just paid him and Gabriel wrote out a little bill of sale that the guy signed saying that our deal was completed and he made sure that the contractor didn’t start any more projects under the assumption that I was paying.
Next in the day Gabriel told me we would be attending a town council meeting and that he expected me to share a little speech about what I was doing in Moyo. So I was like “great” another little hidden surprise… a speech in front of the entire local government. So we met the district commissioner I’ve wrote about who had been extremely helpful in donating his car and money to bring the goats, which turned out would have been almost as expensive as building the entire goat house. So the meeting began with about 70 people representing all facets of the local government. The meeting would last all day but the commissioner set it up so we would talk in the very beginning before they got into the meat of everything then we could leave. So Gabriel got up and explained what he was doing at the Hospital in bringing medication and how he helped me with the goats. Then I got up and addressed everyone for a few minutes on why I came and how I was helping with the goat project. I also felt forced to say that I would be attempting to raise awareness, money, and people back in the United States. It’s partially true but the way they talk you would think they expected me to donate my entire life to the cause when I got back so I’m just being cautious. So after I gave the speech the chairman invited me up front and crowned me officially as a “ambassador” to the Moyo district. I received a tiny carved wooden cock (chicken) and the district flag. The commissioner went on for a few minutes on what that meant and then we took pictures and left. It was pretty intense.
So after I left there were several reporters in the meeting that pretty much swarmed me when we stepped outside and each one interviewed me and stuck recording devices in my face. Apparently all those are going to be on the local radio around Uganda and apparently another reporter is going to meet with us later to do a piece for the newspaper. I wasn’t a huge fan of it and felt uncomfortable the entire time since I basically just walked in on this gig, I never intended to come with the idea I’d be pursued for ambassador-ship so much, but whatever I’m just going with it.
After that today the commissioner lent us his driver and his vehicle so we could tour around different parts of the district so I could take pictures and show people the suffering that’s happening around here since he would be in the meeting all day. We are leaving in 3 days on Monday and I’m pretty excited to take the bus back. Gabriel even says he will use his “powers” to get us the front 2 seats on the bus which have double the leg room. I would frown upon that but I’m just going to let the perks of dealing with him roll in.
Again the last few days I’ve been on a rollercoaster of wanting to leave NOW to loving everybody. It’s such a weird balance everything hangs in here. But once I’m in Jinja I’ll be there steadily for my last weeks in Uganda and things will hopefully take some semblance of normality.
I’ll post pictures of everything soon but all the ones of me suck since nobody here knows how to hold a camera still or push the silver button that efficiently. This Sunday is another birthday party for me with the kids and kind of a going away.
Only a few weeks until I’m back, the trip is pretty much half over! Miss you all lots!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Goat arrival pictures
Here are the final pictures, all the sisters wanted to say thank you to everyone as well, so this is from them too!
THANKS TO MANDY, WELCOME HOME, AND CALVARY LIFE FELLOWSHIP, THANKS TO FIRST CHURCH IN WINDSOR CT, THANKS TO THE MOOKS AND CHRIST CHURCH, THANKS TO MULLENS AND THE MOVEMENT, THANKS TO THE MCCUTCHENS AND BETHANY ASSEMBLY, THANKS TO MY PARENTS FOR EVERYTHING, THANKS TO EVERYONE ELSE THAT HELPED ME AND GAVE MONEY! WITHOUT YOUR PRAYER AND MONEY THIS WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE
From money in your pocket donated and sent across the world with me, here are the goats getting out of their cage from the back of the vehicle right after we arrived. The district chairman has the pink shirt on. The kids were freaking out at how big the goats are... the goats freaked out too so we had to calm them down. The male is especially frisky.
This is Gabriel, myself, and Betty Luzira right before we left with the goats in front of the Luzira compound. You can see the sweet porch that overlooks the Nile in the upper left.
This is what it looks like to stop anywhere with a white person in the car. Everyone gathers and stares at you until someone wants to sell you something or beg for money. I think these kids were content to just stare.
Finished (without minor touch ups) goat house, complete with goats. Peter Dolo, Sister Maureen, and nameless girl-servant are inspecting the new digs.
THANKS TO MANDY, WELCOME HOME, AND CALVARY LIFE FELLOWSHIP, THANKS TO FIRST CHURCH IN WINDSOR CT, THANKS TO THE MOOKS AND CHRIST CHURCH, THANKS TO MULLENS AND THE MOVEMENT, THANKS TO THE MCCUTCHENS AND BETHANY ASSEMBLY, THANKS TO MY PARENTS FOR EVERYTHING, THANKS TO EVERYONE ELSE THAT HELPED ME AND GAVE MONEY! WITHOUT YOUR PRAYER AND MONEY THIS WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE
From money in your pocket donated and sent across the world with me, here are the goats getting out of their cage from the back of the vehicle right after we arrived. The district chairman has the pink shirt on. The kids were freaking out at how big the goats are... the goats freaked out too so we had to calm them down. The male is especially frisky.
This is Gabriel, myself, and Betty Luzira right before we left with the goats in front of the Luzira compound. You can see the sweet porch that overlooks the Nile in the upper left.
This is what it looks like to stop anywhere with a white person in the car. Everyone gathers and stares at you until someone wants to sell you something or beg for money. I think these kids were content to just stare.
Finished (without minor touch ups) goat house, complete with goats. Peter Dolo, Sister Maureen, and nameless girl-servant are inspecting the new digs.
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