Friday, November 30, 2012

Rural Homestay-New Perspectives



What do you think when you see this picture?
Do you see a hut in Africa, maybe filled with people struggling to survive? A hut that they can build because that is all they can afford?



          
             When I look at this picture, do you know what I see? I see a hut, two huts, out of several,                        because with the intense equatorial heat, a hut is the coolest thing they can build, and Africans are smart, why would 
             they build a house when a hut is going to keep them cool the best?
 
            Their huts have nothing to do with their financial status.  

           What about this one? Do you see an impoverished woman who struggles to cook enough food for   
               Her family?





Do you know what I see? I see a strong, proud woman who cares after her family, who works hard and takes care of the land. So often pictures like these are used to draw an emotional response from Americans who may feel sorry for the poor women who work so hard, living in huts in the African bush. This is her home, and she wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Living in villages is more than a standard of living, it is a lifestyle, and that’s important to know.


And this one, these children, dirty and without any shoes… Do you wonder to yourself if they have ever owned a pair of shoes? If they have “real” toys to play with, or if their parents were able to give them hokey-pokey Elmo for Christmas and what that means if they didn’t get it? Do you wonder what their childhood will be like when they don’t get to play with “real” toys?





Do you know what I see here? I see two active little boys who wear school uniforms and shoes during the day, but after school change into play clothes and throw off the shoes to be able to run and play better. They own shoes, but just like kids in the U.S., it’s so much more fun to run around barefoot. They have the best toys because they can do so many things with them, each toy has so many different uses, it’s even better than store bought toys that break in 5 minutes.




Rural homestays was only a week, but it taught me so much. Sure, compared to a typical American family, they don’t have a lot. They don’t have boxes of stuff in the attic, a storage unit down the street, shoes for every day of the month and enough clothes so that they don’t have to do laundry for weeks, but step back for a minute…. Do we actually need those things to live? What’s wrong with living with one pair of shoes, with just a few clothes for the week? Our culture tells us it’s not okay, it’s not acceptable and to strive for more things. Our consumerist mindset tells us what we have is not enough; we need more, bigger, better.
           
Because we believe that to be true, we think everyone in the world should have that, or at least something close to it.
Sure, my family didn’t have running water, but we had a boor hole just down the road and it wasn’t a problem to fetch water morning and night. Good exercise right?

My family had community. My family had love and time to spend with one another. My family had fresh vegetables, milk straight from the cow and a beautiful compound that was swept daily.

My family worked hard and reaped the benefits from that.

The American dream doesn’t apply here, and that’s okay. It’s not America.








Thursday, September 27, 2012

A lesson on being prepared


This past week I was taught a lesson on always being prepared.

For a class here I am given the opportunity to work with a local ministry to see how they do ministry in Uganda.
Off-Tu mission is the organization I chose to work with. The mission originates from Germany, but the people running the program are Ugandan.
Off-Tu does several different things here. Including a water treatment branch, outreach to street children, they also run a nursery and primary school and they have a home set up to house vulnerable street children.
Tuesday consisted of time in Kampala doing some ministry with children living in a slum. Being my first time there, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but some of the other interns who had been the week before gave me a general idea. One of the workers at Off-Tu would lead some songs and give the gospel message, and then we would head back to school. Simple enough, right? Upon our arrival everything seemed to be going exactly that way, until it got close to the end. The leader split up the children into two groups, almost as if we were going to play a game. After dividing up myself and the three other USP students between the two groups, we were informed that it was time for us to tell them a story. “A story?!?” We asked. “What story?”   “Any story” was the answer. A story? On the spot like that? We completely blanked. Being put on the spot like that while having 15-20 kids staring up at you expectantly is not an ideal situation to be in.

Myriah, a fellow USP (Uganda studies program) student suggested Rapunzel, but didn’t think she could remember the story well enough to tell, and once Rapunzel was suggested, I immediately thought of the Goldilocks and the three bears. Thus is how I ended up telling the story of the three bears, best I could remember, and with some minor tweaks to help out the interpreter, to a bunch of children who may not even have known what bears were.

Wednesday came, and having been put on the spot the day before, I should have come prepared with something, but apparently we hadn’t learned yet.
Upon our arrival to the school, Off-Tu academy, we were told we would be teaching computer class and part of Religious Education (RE) class.
The other two USP students immediately decided to teach computer class, which left me with RE class. This time having to come up with a Bible lesson interesting enough for a large class of Primary 4 students, and I didn’t have a Bible.
10 minutes later with a borrowed Bible, I was introduced to the class as Madame Jennifer, and left up front with a piece of chalk. Uh oh.

After a rousing story on Lazarus, I was expecting the teacher to take over for the rest of class. Apparently I was the only one that thought that, for when I finished, I was informed that the class went until 3:45, and it was only 3:00. After singing every single song I could think of, including some twice, learning a verse, and playing a game, I was finally relieved of my new teaching position. 
It was definitely an experience, and a lesson I won’t soon forget.
Always be prepared.


Maybe next time I can tell the story of the lost sheep………. =)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

And THAT is why I am a Vegetarian...


Friday, September 7th. A field trip for our Faith and Action class took us to a hotel that is part of a ministry called “Vision for Africa”. After some reflection on reading assignments for that week, lunch, some orientation on what the Uganda Studies Program is, and what the program is not, it was free time.
Free time that consisted of an absolutely amazing hour and a half swimming in a pool. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

While the pool wasn’t 5-star hotel worthy, it was a pool, and to me, it was a 5-star hotel pool.
It’s amazing how you start to appreciate the little things in life. Begin to take what you get and enjoy every bit of it.

We only got an hour and a half to lay out/swim, but it was a welcome break from trying to settle in to a new school, new family, new, well, everything.

While I am so excited to be here, it is also a bit overwhelming at times and taking a break like that is welcome and needed.

On returning home for the evening, my host brother informs me that we need to prepare dinner.

“Okay” I said….. Thinking “Matoke, rice, beans, cabbage….. etc.” Right?
Wrong.
Our “Dinner” that needed to be prepared was the rooster tied to the post by the house….
Umm.
I thought chickens came from the grocery store, packaged and ready to cook.
(Okay, no I didn’t really think that, but I haven’t ever killed my dinner before I ate it…)
Let’s just say it was an experience. Throughout the whole entire gruesome, disgusting process, lets just say I became a vegetarian, and my brother got quite the enjoyment out of it.

Dinner came and there was the chicken…. In the pot.
After seeing the chicken, killing the chicken, and now seeing it on the table? Wow.
Guess I really am in Africa!!!

But really. Hello vegetarianism… At least for a while.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Trying to settle in...


Hello from Uganda!!
Sorry I haven’t been updating like I should, it’s just been a little bit crazy here…
After traveling to Rwanda the 9th of August, staying there till the 19th and then heading to Uganda, meeting up with my group on Tuesday the 21st, moving in with my host family that same day, going through orientation and trying to settle in quickly before heading out that Friday for a trip with the USP to Rwanda. Traveling (Literally) all over Rwanda in a short span of only 8 days and then debrief time at Bunyoni Island in Uganda, and back to Mukono late afternoon Sunday, and starting classes Monday the 4th, It’s safe to say I was a bit exhausted and busy with all that traveling.
   With the start of classes brought a whole new element to our already crazy lives. On top of living in a completely new culture, we now have to juggle classes and homework.
            It’s good though. Classes weren’t as bad as I thought they might be, and there is plenty of time for relaxing with our host families….. Relaxing, and more relaxing actually.
       A big thing here is “Presence”. It’s being with someone else, whether you are interacting or not doesn’t make any difference.
     I’m having a hard time with that.
      I don’t exactly know how to “relax”. At home in the states, if I’m not working, I’m doing homework, if I’m not doing homework, I’m planning some project, trip or something, or I’m hanging out with friends. I have to be constantly doing something, constantly making good use of my time from the minute I wake up until I go to sleep.
      My host family here loves to sit and just “Be”. Reading the Ugandan newspaper, watching Ugandan news, (In Lugandan) and just sitting in the living room after a day of work. It’s different than the American’s mindset of constant entertainment, of constantly going and doing things.
      
     It’s an experience, that is for sure.
     
      An experience I am excited to be in. To learn from, and to grow in.
      I will try to be better about updating now that things are getting a little calmer...

      I pray each of you continue to walk with me on this journey half way across the world.
      Love from Uganda,
                                          Jenn