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Independence Day

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Last Friday was Ugandan Independence Day. A large crowd gathered around a field to watch marching groups make a procession. It was followed by a soccer game between my Bugiri Rotary Club vs. some Primary School Teachers. I’d guess 2,000 people were around the field to watch. I’m sure there was a healthy curiosity about the Muzungu on the Rotary team. This is the reviewing stand

Only the Police procession carried real rifles. Everyone else had sticks.

Only the Police procession carried real rifles. Everyone else had sticks.

Team introductions over loudspeakers and everything! The President of the Rotary put my name on the lineup card as "Charles Muzungu"

Team introductions over loudspeakers and everything! The President of the Rotary put my name on the lineup card as “Charles Muzungu”

A team photo before our Rotary Club played. The lady behind me in green was our goal keeper, named Ford. Most names are sort of old fashioned like Agnes.

A team photo before our Rotary Club played. The lady behind me in green was our goal keeper, named Ford. Most names are sort of old fashioned like Agnes.

The Rotarian on the right, Egesa, is running for Parliament as an independent. He was also our best football player.

The club president Moses is on the left. I have met many men named Moses in Uganda. I had a law partner named Moses once, The Rotarian on the right, Egesa, is running for Parliament as an independent. He was also our best football player.

 I played in the back defense for the first half. They only had one opportunity to score, and I looked pathetic trying to stop their onrushing forwards. Fortunately, the ball sailed over the goal. Otherwise we had the ball on their end the whole first half but couldn't score. The teachers dominated the second half while I sat out, and won 2-0. A couple of days ago some boys in my neighborhood said they saw how badly I played. ;-).

I played in the back defense for the first half. They only had one opportunity to score, and I looked pathetic trying to stop their onrushing forwards. Fortunately, the ball sailed over the goal. Otherwise we had the ball on their end the whole first half but couldn’t score. The teachers dominated the second half while I sat out, and won 2-0. A couple of days ago some boys in my neighborhood said they saw how badly I played. ;-).

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I forgot this last week. Adams hosted a Rotary party in front of our offices on a Sunday night. We had roasted goat! Definitely need toothpicks for that meat. Power went out right when it started (for 24 hours), so we used candles.


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How about this? A coal powered iron! We have frequent power outages and my neighbor Ali borrowed it to press his shirts. My permanent press shirts look pretty good after drying on the line. I wear a few of the more wrinkly ones on weekends.

How about this? A coal powered iron! We have frequent power outages and my neighbor Ali borrowed it to press his shirts. My permanent press shirts look pretty good after drying on the line. I wear a few of the more wrinkly ones on weekends.

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Occasionally you see kids pushing bike tires with sticks. A bygone sight in America, unless there are tire pushing video games.

Rainy season is back. I am trying to get my permagarden finished! Will post on that later. My umbrella got blown off my porch into the flooded compound.

Rainy season is back. I am trying to get my permagarden finished! Will post on that later. My umbrella got blown off my porch into the flooded compound.

This is a road on the way to work after a heavy rain the night before. The kid is one of two really tiny ones (1-2 years old I'm guessing) who absolutely want to get to me when I pass by. I often throw them up a bit or carry them back to their home.

This is a road on the way to work after a heavy rain the night before. The kid is one of two really tiny ones (1-2 years old I’m guessing) who absolutely want to get to me when I pass by. I often throw them up a bit or carry them back to their home.

This is the second kid. I try to get to their side of the road so because they don't look when they come out.

This is the second kid. I try to get to their side of the road so because they don’t look when they come out.

 

Daily Records

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Matthews holds the rice sack summary with me and translates. That’s Moses in the foreground checking data while I talk.

Here I am, speaking to a farmer group after their weekly VSLA meeting, about the importance of record keeping. I ask at the beginning: Who keeps records? No one does. For a Peace Corps assignment, I interviewed the heads of the three financial institutions in Bugiri. I asked their biggest problem with customers, all mentioned lack of record keeping.

I encourage the farmers to keep simple crop records in a notebook (Date of planting; Amount of inputs used; Date of harvest; How much was the yield; Additional notes about disease, drought etc.). I also show them how a cash book works (it’s similar to a check register- if you are under 30 ask your parents).

I do not want to spend the next two years speaking to 200 farmer groups about record keeping. In a staff meeting yesterday, (after clearing my talk with Adams) I explained that Peace Corps wants me to help farmers, but my job is also to help ATEFO help farmers; so my efforts are sustainable after I leave. ATEFO’s primary purpose is teaching farmers to take a more business-like approach to farming, rather than just sustenance. Record keeping is fundamental to being successful in business.

The farmers can already see how important record keeping is, since the VSLA needs a journal to record welfare and savings contributions, and loans, and each farmer has his own passbook. Extending the concept to the farm and home should be easy, and this record keeping is much simpler compared to the VSLA record keeping.

Our trainers run around to these village VSLA meetings to write down data on savings to report to our funders, and will point out any deficiencies they see in their VSLA, both laudable activities. We are helping build a culture of saving. But we are failing the farmers if they do not receive a 20-30 minute lesson on record keeping, budgeting, post-harvest handling etc.

I suggested that each trainer in the our three districts should go out with me for a talk or two, then I would go out with them to watch them give the same talk. They are seeing these groups at least once or twice a month, so throw in a talk. We get more lessons delivered to more groups this way. Their talks would be faster than mine too, without a translator.

Speaking of translating, I say five words, then Matthews (holding the rice sack with me) speaks for 60 seconds. He swears he says what I say, and the three Bugiri trainers we go out with agree Lusoga takes longer to say the same thing. It’s hard to argue, because as you know, I am no expert on Lusoga.

I can’t say whether the trainers will agree to this process, although Adams seems to, and one trainer admits I am right about ATEFO’s purpose and sees no issue with my plan. But it requires a little bit more time, as they race around collecting data. If no one is there with the trainer, how do we check that the lesson is given? Maybe randomly check with VSLA chairmen. It’s like I used to say to clients: I am paid to give you advice, it’s up to you whether to follow it.

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When middle class Americans run low on money, they often use up their retirement funds, and credit cards until they run out of credit. They hope they get that new job or their business will get better, and then they will pay it all back, only turning to bankruptcy as a last resort.

Ugandans don’t have those two ‘backstops’ let alone an ability to get a ‘fresh start’ which bankruptcy provides. They also don’t get unemployment benefits. So have a bad harvest, and the next step is food insecurity (but not if they have a permagarden!) , or eating poorly, causing stunted growth and other nutritional ailments . School fees can’t get paid either, so the children suffer in that regard too.

Meanwhile the children keep getting born….

Once while I was speaking to a farmer group, my office mate and trainer Moses went deeper into the village and bought a couple chickens to take home. He hung them on his handlebars and said he would let them get fatter before eating them. What do chickens think as they hang, going down the road? Maybe one day I will do a blog post on chicken and rooster behavior. I've learned a lot watching them everywhere I go.

Once while I was speaking to a farmer group, my office mate and trainer Moses went deeper into the village and bought a couple chickens to take home. He hung them on his handlebars and said he would let them get fatter before eating them. What do chickens think as they hang, going down the road? Maybe one day I will do a blog post on chicken and rooster behavior. I’ve learned a lot watching them everywhere I go.

On Saturday I got my first visit from another PCV, Vanessa. She had her home stay for language learning in Bugiri and wanted to visit her home stay family for the last time before her service as an Education volunteer ends in December. So I finally got to show off my home!

Besides introducing me to her lovely home stay family, she showed me where a pork joint is on the edge of town. Most PCVs love pork joints. The cooking was in a thatched hut with a another hut next door with tables and chairs. We got there at noon and were served at 1:30, about normal for a pork joint. We ordered two kilos. They chop and cook it up on a large plate. Very fatty with lots of little bones, but it’s pretty good. Forgot to take pictures. No one at my office knew of this place, so we will all go there some day. Except Adams, who is Muslim, so it’s his loss.

Vanessa (29) is taking the foreign service exam today (Wednesday) at Peace Corps headquarters, as she tries to figure out what to do next. She is considering Peace Corps Response, something my niece Britta did. In Response, a returned volunteer (or any American with 10 years experience in a suitable career) goes to a country for only about nine months or a year. Britta terminated early in Bolivia due to civil unrest, and then did Response in Liberia. I may want to do this too. More exotic travel on someone else’s dime. Anyway, good luck to Vanessa!

This week is slower than last week , when I visited about 10 villages and gave my talk to a few of them. Monday was primary election day for the NRM party (President Museveni’s party – the National Resistance Movement). My trainers said no one would show up for VSLA meetings. NRM has another primary on October 26 for different offices. On Tuesday we had the aforementioned staff meeting. Today, Matthews is in Jinga for some medical tests, so no riding out to villages. A chance to work on my blog. Friday is Uganda Independence Day. I will walk with the Bugiri Rotary Club in a parade of some sort, and then we are supposed to play in a soccer game against an unnamed opponent. So I’ll be getting a bit of exercise at practice this week.

Goin’ Fishin’

On the way home one afternoon, we visited a fish farmer, who we help along with rice farmers. The digging on this pond was almost finished and about to become operational.

On the way home one afternoon, we visited a fish farmer, who we help along with rice farmers. The digging on this pond was almost finished and it’s about to become operational.

This is where fingerlings are kept. He said about 50,000.

This is where fingerlings are kept. He said about 50,000.

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These are his hatcheries

These are his hatcheries

Speaking of fish, these are cooked fish at the market. Can't bring myself to try one. I can buy frozen mince meat (ground beef) only in Iganga. I make spaghetti meat sauce and hamburgers from it on my electric grill. I go about every other weekend to Iganga to withdraw money from Barclays (the only ATM in Bugiri charges 13,000 shillings for a withdrawal and a roundtrip to Iganga is 4,000) and do some shopping. Sometimes I use the free wireless and eat western food at the Sol Cafe, and often I visit my nearby home stay family.

Speaking of fish, these are cooked fish at the market. Can’t bring myself to try one. I can buy frozen mince meat (ground beef) only in Iganga. I make spaghetti meat sauce and hamburgers from it on my electric grill. I go about every other weekend to Iganga to withdraw money from Barclays (the only ATM in Bugiri charges 13,000 shillings for a withdrawal and a roundtrip to Iganga is 4,000) and do some shopping. Sometimes I use the free wireless and eat western food at the Sol Cafe, and often I visit my nearby home stay family.

Education

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This is a jackfruit tree. The fruits are huge. They taste good, but it’s very messy and difficult to separate the little juicy globs inside from the rind.

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I sit on my covered front porch sometimes during cooling rainstorms. This is my view. Unfinished construction is on both sides of my tri-plex. If I ever meet the owner I will ask him about it. I also throw my laundry and dish washing water out on that little rise you see.

I had a couple of leftover photos from last week shown here.

First a couple of reactions to comments. The treadle sewing machine I showed last week received some attention and sparked some memories of a by-gone era. Second, please don’t sweat about my weight. I am pretty sure I have stabilized at 165. Now that I am cooking for myself, my fear is letting it go back up. I am still trying to restrict after dinner snack intake.

This week I finally visited some farmer groups at their VSLA meetings. I was introduced at each meeting by the ATEFO trainer, and it was announced I would be coming back in a week or two to give a lesson on budgeting.

I met with 7 groups, 5 along the same road on Tuesday. Due to scheduling conflicts with Matthews and the four day Muslim holiday weekend just finishing, for Eid al-Adha, I will speak to only one group next week, this Wednesday.

Lots of Muslims celebrating Eid al-Adha on Thursday, mostly dressed in White.

Lots of Muslims out celebrating Eid al-Adha on Thursday, mostly dressed in White.

I was well-received at these groups, and they seem interested in what I will have to say. I hope I can measure up to their expectations. I gave a similar talk on budgeting to a group of Boda drivers during tech immersion.

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My first village meeting was in this mud hut. It had mud floors of course and was built three years ago. Nice and cool in there!

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All the other farmer groups met outside in the shade of a large trees. The women often sit on mats, although a man is on this one.

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From left, Mwondha’s dad, brother Matia, mother, wife Collin, Mwondha, sister Esther. Collin wore her gown from her previous graduation. At the village party, other former grads wore their gowns again. They don’t rent them here.

On Saturday, I attended the graduation of Mwondha, my carpenter, and his brother, on the grounds of Basoga University, only a few blocks from where I had language training near Iganga. Before Mwondha received his diploma (but after his brother received his), there was a massive rain storm which completely decimated the event, blowing down tents and turning the place into a muddy quagmire. We left, just as the rain was tapering off, and went to his village where his parents still lived.

The village had been organized into a huge festive celebration. As we got out of our cars, the brothers were mobbed like rock stars. The women make this high-pitched warbling scream that sounds sort of like Banshees. I was semi-mobbed by the village kids, who acted like they didn’t know what to make of me. Once I started fist-bumping them, they relaxed. They had organized tents, decorations, cakes and lots of food for the whole village. There were two MCs and a sound system run off of a generator. I had hoped to hang back and watch, but was ushered to a seat of honor with the family. Of course there were speeches, and during each one, I was singled out and told I was “most welcome”.

An altar was set up, and a priest said Mass. He asked God to delay the rain until after the party, but God didn’t listen, and so half-way through mass, I was in my second deluge. A lady, Collin, was sort of delegated to be my minder for the day, and told me she was Mwondha’s first wife. The wife I was acquainted with at the carpenter shop was his second. Collin told me Mwondha is 32 and has six kids with the two wives and another woman he didn’t marry. I have come to understand that polygamy is frequent among the Masoga tribe (and Muslims) here in the east, but less common in the northern and western parts of Uganda. Collin is from the far north and admitted she wasn’t happy when this happened. Just like my father Simon at home stay, he’s Catholic too!

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During the storm at graduation, tents got upturned, so people threw out the chairs so there would be more room to huddle together.

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Trying to keep their nice clothes dry while the tents take a beating. Much more entertaining than handing out diplomas!

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This is the top of a tent that was flipped off it moorings by the wind, and came down pointy top first, piercing into my tent. Might have hurt someone in the way.

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Procession during the village party

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During the rainstorm, I was hustled into this room with other “elders”. I know my beard is grey but….The guy on the right is an engineer who used to employ Mwondha. We didn’t get to visit much in there, unfortunately.

Town of Plenty

I am going to post three today and get rid of backlog, on a Sunday afternoon. The photos below are from my town of Bugiri.

My neighbor Sharon had a baby boy while I was in Mbale last weekend. His name is Peter. He doesn’t seem to cry too much. They let me look in on him while he slept.

The electric meter for this triplex is in Sharon’s unit, and she didn’t notice we had used up our units of electricity so we were out of power for a day. I guess she was a little distracted. Ali paid for more electricity with mobile money, which is transferring airtime on his phone to load the electricity remotely. (My sister Marian will like this post) My issue is this: If you can pay the meter remotely, and it shuts you off remotely when you are out of units, why isn’t there a way to tell how much you have left remotely?

I finally met Sharon’s husband yesterday. He was given two weeks leave by the army. Normally he is stationed near the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo which is on the other side of the country. There used to be frequent guerrilla activity there but if I understand him correctly, the Congo government bought the insurgents off.

I was going to take you along the route between home and office, but it didn’t come out that interesting. I also think I need to respect security concerns. A few of the pictures are on my route, some aren’t. I am not going to show the outside of my compound either.

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Around the corner from my office, men build these seguries (phonetic-used for cooking with charcoal) and lock boxes. Lots of pounding and clanging. They always want me to stop and chat.

 

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They wanted to ham it up for my camera. Hamming it up No. 1.

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Hamming it up Number 2. Adults are just like the kids, loving it and laughing when I show them their pictures.

 

 

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Storefronts on the main road. It’s not congested, not sure when I shot this.


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I eat lunch at this restaurant about once a week. I cut the plate of rice and beans in half and a put it a plastic tub to bring for lunch the next day.

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This Pentecostal church is one of the largest mud structures I’ve seen, and very close to my home site. They sing beautiful music on Sundays. Sharon sings in the choir when she isn’t having babies.

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These are boda boda drivers, stationed on the corner where I cross. They are at major intersections in every town, and always available to give you a lift anywhere you need, especially as you exit a taxi. PCVs are not supposed to use them. You can also used them to haul all kinds of crazy stuff.

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These are chipati stands. I buy rolexes from them. It’s two eggs fried in oil, a couple of tomato slices, and a bit of cabbage, and onion, rolled in a tortilla-like chipati that has also been fried in oil. It is an occasional cheap lunch or breakfast. They also fry up some other breads, which you can see in the front.

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Making a rolex

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A bicycle repair place

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A store front on a side street near my office

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My neighborhood is considered urban. This is a typical mix. An uncompleted structure, piles of bricks, a hut, and a fairly recently built Islamic school on the right background.

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More of the urban housing mix

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I haven’t figured out where these crazy uncompleted stairs have to go

 

Rearviewmirror II

My latest round-up of the miscellaneous. My brother is on vacation so my less skilled photo posting is back this week.

Thanks for your kind words about my blog. I enjoy writing it.

We are in transition from rainy to dry season. It hasn’t rained more than a smidgeon in three days. The red clay roads get dusty from passing motokas (motor cars) and boda bodas (motorcycles). We were told not to wear contact lenses, and it’s easy to see why. It’s in the low 80’s and seems pretty hot to me, but it will get much hotter. An electric fan is on the top of my list of acquisitions when I move to my place in Bugiri.

My home stay father Simon’s school is across the road from my home. Last week I told the kids in the playground “I am Charley” (not “muzungu” -what Ugandans, especially children, call strangers, usually white strangers). Now when I go by, the kids in the playground run to the fence calling “Charley, Charley” and I am obliged to go to the fence and give each one a fist bump (bonga). Sometimes I cross paths with one of the kids walking outside the school yard and they’ll say “Charley”. Nick says it’s like I’m like a rock star! Sadly, in America, old men interacting with children on the playground are not considered rock stars.

Innocent sometimes ties dead leaves around a wadded up plastic bag to use as a soccer ball. The other day I brought out a yellow tennis ball I’d picked up at the market. Now about every other day I will bring it out to bounce back and forth with the three kids and Jordan, a neighbor, on the newly cemented courtyard. They don’t catch it well, so usually there is a mad scramble after a miss. The one who misses retains the privilege of throwing it back to me, or there will be crying. They all actually throw it pretty well. Sometimes I sit in the shade and let them play among themselves. Almost immediately it turns into soccer.

There are some real environmental issues here. They cut down lots of straight timber to help with construction, supporting new roofs or floors, but don’t re-use them, choosing instead to burn them for cooking. .Here is an example of the use of timber in a building in Jinga (source of the Nile), where we went Saturday.

Jinga construction

Jinga construction

Kids bring branches to school to contribute to the kitchen

Kids carrying sticks to school

Kids carrying sticks to school

I met Trevor, 18, one of Simon’s sons from his other wife. Trevor remembers when it was cooler. It’s not just from climate change, it’s from the deforestation to support the construction and cooking (which of course does contribute to climate change). He tells me there used to be thicker forests in our neighborhood as recently as ten years ago. Ken from the Peace Corps, who is handling language teaching this week, tells me that Iganga is every bit as hot a my soon to be new home in Bugiri, but in Bugiri they have cut down even more timber. Hard to find shade he says, but similar heat when you are walking down the road.

There is trash everywhere on the roads. It’s far worse than my daughter’s room back home :-). Actual trashcans are non-existent, even for my room.I use the flat lid from my bathing bucket and take my trash to a refuse pile about thirty yards away.

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Trash along the road

Trash along the road

Pickers come through and pick up what they can, especially the plastic water bottle. Eventually the rest is burned.

Refuse Pile

Refuse Pile

Could I get my new neighbors to use trash cans? Where would it go then? Probably another refuse pile, but at least the streets would be cleaner. They were burning refuse at our school today and the smoke was finding its way inside. I was breathing through a neckerchief.

There is a TV in the living room. Hellen, Sharon and Edith enjoy watch soap operas from Uganda, India, The Philippines and apparently Mexico, though I have yet to see a Mexican soap opera. When Simon is here, he watches a little BBC but mostly local Ugandan news and Al Jezeera. I had liked watching Al Jezeera’s coverage of the Arab Spring a couple of years ago. It’s pretty good, sort of like CNN used to be. Much coverage last week about the Greek financial crisis, From the U S we got coverage about the Confederate flag controversy. When he flips through the channels I see Fox News float by. Is it an international version? I guess I don’t care to see.

Uganda TV is in the middle of transition from analog to digital. Last week a court enjoined shutting off analog because not enough people had purchased the converter boxes. There are 3.2 million TVs in Uganda, 70% in Kampala and its surrounding communities. Simon has a pay TV arrangement, receiving his signal via a tall antenna pole, not a dish.

I’ve been using cursive when I take notes in language class. My fellow trainees tell me they were never taught cursive. I had no idea, I guess it makes sense in the world of the internet. I have had Ugandans help me with language who read my notes and do not know cursive either. They re-write my Lasoga words and they are often the same as my cursive.

When we went to Jinja on Saturday, a local volunteer took us to a Mexican restaurant. They had a well-stocked all-you-can eat Taco bar for 12,000 shillings (about $3.45 US). Our gluttony was disgusting. While the Ugandan food is so repetitive, so is Mexican food, and frankly the food in most of the world I suppose. We do agree the white rice here is the best we’ve had. They sort it on a plate before cooking to remove pebbles. I have developed the habit of smashing everything carefully with my tongue, as chipped teeth are an unfortunate hazard here.

Before I move out on Monday, my family wants to go downtown for a portrait of all of us to hang in their living room. They are already saying they will miss me. The feeling is mutual. They have been fantastic.

I will post more about my upcoming schedule soon….

Tunawayonga (We shall chat again).

Home Stay

Five agri-business trainees, including myself, arrived in Iganga Saturday. Two of the five will be stationed in Iganga, which is centered among the remaining three sites. We were taken to our learning center, where we will intensify our language study and learn more about Ugandan history and culture while staying with our host families for four weeks.

Hellen

Hellen in her kitchen

Hellen and Simon

My host parents Hellen and Simon

A nun greeted us at the training center, which is owned by her order, and next door to a convent. Francis Mango, our language teacher, will stay in a little cottage on the grounds of the training center. We piled out of the van with about half of our luggage (the rest is stored at PC headquarters) supplemented by the Peace Corps with a new pillow and blanket, a wash bucket for bathing, and a solar charger. On the way we stopped for sheets for Nick and a pot for me to pee in during the night so I don’t have to leave my room.

Our host parents began to arrive to take us to their homes. Comedy ensued. The name I had been  given as my host father was “Simon Peter”.  I walked to the first arrivals and asked his name- “Peter”. I asked if he was Simon Peter, and I thought he said yes. I introduced myself and met his wife. They were the only ones there for awhile, so we just stood outside chatting while the other four trainees awaited their parents. Long story short, we eventually figured out I had the wrong parents. Three of the five fathers were named Peter. My real host parents were last to arrive, and he prefers to be called Simon. My host mom is Hellen.

Peace

This is Peace

Innocent and Adrian

Innocent and Adrian

Simon (50) and Hellen (30) are both teachers, but Simon has more on the ball than that. His home property is U-shaped around a red clay dirt courtyard.  He rents other rooms that surround the courtyard to other teachers.
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Simon owns a local school, different than the one he teaches at.  It adjoins his first house, where the school was started, and is across the road from the second house, where I am living. I toured the school briefly with Simon on Sunday during classes. There are 450 students in nursery through 7th grade including many boarders. The boarders who stay for the weekend take classes on Sunday morning. The school is administered by Ann, who lives in Simon’s first house, and is also Simon’s first wife. (Yes, Simon has two wives!- more on that later)  Hellen also has teaching certifications but works part time for now. She has been sick with a recent bout of malaria.

Sharon and Edith

Sharon and Edith

Simon and Hellen have three children. Innocent is 5, Peace is 4, and the only boy, Adrian, is 3. They have no toys and amused themselves Sunday morning with the water from the spigot, dirt, rocks, and loose bricks.

Simon and Hellen also care for two “dependents” Sharon 18, and Edith 17, who do many household chores. Sharon has finished Primary (elementary) school, Edith has never attended school.

At first these kids knelt before me when they greeted me, but as we get comfortable the kneeling has stopped..

I am getting the same foods as training, but it’s way better tasting. My plates are often too full, but I am getting them to adjust it.

The language classes this week have been difficult. I understand the concepts, but I do not memorize as well as the the younger trainees.

Food

We eat about 80% the same food almost every day. A couple of the guys wanted to eat at an authentic Uganda restaurant, and they were offered the same stuff!
At all three meals, they offer this banana casserole stuff called matoke. It’s very popular in Uganda, and it’s not too bad. IMAG0979
Once a day, we usually get these 4-5 inch bananas that taste just like the ones at home. They keep me regular. IMAG0957The meat is very boney with gristle. Chicken, sometimes beef, often goat. Rice, potatoes, and beans, a cabbage slaw dish is offered at almost every lunch and dinner. I make wraps with the yummy chipata bread, the rice and beans. This is a pretty good plate, including the chipata, broccoli and a big slice of avocado, both received once a week so far.IMAG0964 (Makes me think of people I hear about who post their food incessantly on Twitter- sorry) Hard boiled eggs and sausages for most breakfasts with a slice of bread, butter substance, and jelly. The eggs are gone if you are late. We will get a lot more carbs during our home stays, but I hope to control the carbs in my home site when after I move.

Chickens roam the compound, so they are truly free range. Future meals. We get to hear the roosters every morning of course. IMAG0968They compete with a community radio making announcements over loudspeakers to the neighboring village at 6 a.m. every morning.
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Another tradition, held over from British rule, is morning tea and afternoon tea, under a big canopy.IMAG0969 I invariably run to do chores during these breaks, like tend to laundry, then I grab a cup of chai tea for the next session.

I am probably still losing weight.
Hmm, pictures are improved, but they could still be better.

Pre-Service Training I

If you are reading this, it will mean we got our internet back. The “kids” were Skyping and Face-timing so much they drained all the data purchased for internet usage. We were finally granted limited access to the internet from a Non-governmental Organizations (NGO) on our compound. There might be better ways, but I’m betting they want us to be more efficient. I usually type on Word beforehand anyway and then copy and paste.  This weekend I’ll get a usb modem stick so I don’t have to depend on the compound.

I met an American from an NGO in a restaurant in Kampala who noticed I had the same phone as his phone. He showed me how to improve my photo settings which I hope helps, but the photos today pre-date my lesson.

We were taught how to cook with charcoal. This is more harmful to the environment than a gas cooker or crock pot, which are also easier, IMAG0879and will be my primary options if I get electricity.

Similarly we were taught how to bucket bathe, and wash clothes with a bar of soap or powder. They take at least two days to dry on the line, even without the daily rain showers. I intend to hire someone to wash my clothes which PC says is fine and can come out of our stipend. I think many will do that. I washed today and my sore back gives big respect to my pioneer women ancestors.

Below is a demonstration how to use a pit latrine. Straddle and squat. Don’t spray bug spray in there or the bugs come rushing out, which annoys your neighbors.

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IMAG0891 This one of the giant taxi parks in Kampala.  Sorry, I didn’t get any other good city photos yet.

So far this week the classes have been about how to structure projects, monitoring and evaluation, intercultural behavior, sexual health, sexual harassment, personal security and risk reduction, resiliency after your efforts don’t work out, and responsible use of alcohol. They teach using group activities, a method I am not used to. All my life I attended straight lectures.

After meeting with the Ag people, I was given a list of what they thought would be five compatible jobs. I was pleased to see that four of the five were in my top six. The one that wasn’t was a Catholic High School for girls. Although it didn’t require a motorcycle, I want to work with both genders. You can’t empower women unless you raise the consciousness of the men.
We submitted our top three job preferences and will learn our assignments and sites on Friday. Besides wanting to work with farmers and young people of both genders, mine are weighted toward business more than agriculture of course. Unlike some volunteers, I am not seeking the most remote, rural and rustic sites.
I have learned from volunteers who have come through to help with training that, opposite of my assumption, the Ag volunteers usually have the best accommodations. All the Ag jobs are supported by NGOs, which provide the funding for our housing. Many have electricity and indoor plumbing. Education volunteers have the least favorable housing, supported by local schools or government. Health volunteers are a bit better than education. You couldn’t tell from the job descriptions what your site housing will be like.
Otherwise, I have been healthy and keeping up with the Kids OK. I sure wish I could have seen American Pharaoh win the Triple Crown and it looks like I’ve missed two great games in the NBA Finals.