Orientation is a series of exercises with lots of interaction among volunteers, covering a variety of issues. It’s certainly been more interesting than listening to continuing legal education lectures. We had a short language lesson in Luganda, a common Uganda language, confirming my anxiety about it. There was open discussion about our aspirations and anxieties. As a result, I now have a few more things to be anxious about. 😉
We learned Uganda is one of the first 12 countries selected for a new foreign policy initiative “Let Girls Learn” The Peace Corps is the lead agency. Many potential jobs in my Agricultural sector are intended to empower women.
Besides the cultural divide with Uganda, there is a cultural divide between myself and the younger volunteers. In one exercise, my group enthusiastically did a presentation based upon the theme song of the “Fresh Prince of Bel Air” a TV show from the ’80s I never watched. I only know the theme to “Gilligan’s Island”. But I did contribute a couple of good couplets.
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I’ve counted at least four other volunteers from Colorado, all women. Colorado and Wisconsin traditionally are in top five in number of Peace Corps volunteers.
My orientation roommate has an amazing background, and he gave me permission to tell his story. He is from Maine, by way of South Sudan. He was one of the Lost Boys of Sudan. Although most of them escaped into Ethiopia, his route was Uganda. When he was five, his village was destroyed in civil war. His family stayed in a series of refugee camps for four years. Then his big brother (by 15 years) was captured and forcibly conscripted into the South Sudanese army. Somehow he managed to escape, and got to a refugee camp in Uganda. He sent a letter urging the rest of the family to join him. The parents stayed in their Sudanese camp, but sent my roommate, at age nine, and two more brothers, with a group that walked there. It took almost a year to get to the Uganda refugee camp. I asked how they ate. The UN would have posts established along the way, they would raid gardens which had been abandoned, and occasionally a generous family would host them for a night. Many died along the way. The brothers stayed in a Ugandan camp from 1999 to 2004. Finally, all four brothers immigrated to the United States, with the help of Catholic Charities. The four brothers now live in a Sudanese neighborhood in Portland, Maine. He wrote a book about his experiences “Between Two Rivers” . My roommate recently received a college degree in Public Health. He volunteered for the Peace Corps, and asked to go back to Uganda. Talk about “giving back!” He told me tonight that his refugee camp is still there, only bigger.
As I type this, he is watching a live pay-per-view of WWE wrestling on his computer. The very first time the brothers ever watched a TV, after they arrived in America, it was WWE. They have been big fans ever since, like a baby imprinting on it’s mom. He laughed when I told him my analogy.