Thursday, May 29, 2008
Pictures
As my last post for the moment, I wanted to share pictures with you. But alas, the picture portion of this posting is malfunctioning! I am afraid they will have to wait for another time! I am very sorry because I know the pictures add color and life to all of my rambling!
Post Number Two: Extra Thoughts and Stories from Uganda
I just wanted to share a couple of additional experiences I have had in the past two weeks that I mostly just forgot to put in my earlier postings.
Story number one: A lesson learned. One day when Ronnie and I were wandering around the city, we stopped so I could take a picture of the local police station. I quickly learned that is a big, absolute, no no. The police came rushing out, guns and all, very angry indeed. Apparently, it is considered a terrorist attack to take pictures of government buildings because they automatically assume that you are taking the picture so that you can plot your bombing attack on the building. I felt bad because they wouldn't touch me with a 10 foot pole so they started bothering Ronnie instead saying that were going to put him in jail and what not. It was a good picture of the corruption of the police here because all they wanted was to get money out of Ronnie. If you can't trust the police, who can you trust?
A word about time: Time, I have decided, doesn't exist here. They call it "African time" and it really is enough to drive you crazy, especially if you are so time driven such as myself. If someone tells you to be ready at 7:30 that might mean 7:00 or 9:00 for instance. You pray it doesn't mean 7:00 because then you are being told the car is leaving when your feet have barely hit the ground. (And you will get left too.) You get frustrated if it's 9:00 because then you keep thinking to yourself, I could have gotten an extra hour and a half worth of sleep. I don't think I will ever get used to this time thing....1:00 means 1:00 to me! How am I supposed to know if the person really meant 3:00!
A word (or a couple) about living in Uganda: The standard of living is so much lower here in Uganda then in America. How is it that two nations can be so far apart developmentally? Mud huts, small brick homes, mud roads, vendors of fruit and vegetables all over the place, scattered electricity and water; dusty and dry. It really is a whole other world. And yet, the more I observe, the more I saw that the people here are so happy. This may be their world they live in, but they are just like me. The children run and play and have so much joy, the mothers love and care for their children to the best of their ability and would do anything for them, they feel frustration, anger, peace, love, happiness, surprise. They know the anguish of losing a loved one, or the disappointment that comes when something doesn't turn out right. All of this time I kept thinking to myself, if only people here come come to America, could know what living is like there. Everyday it is, our roads are better, our health care is better, our supermarkets, our stores, our homes are better. And yet where did I get this idea that the way things America does it is better? Why does our way have to be better? Is it not just a different way? Everyone I have met seems to have found a way to be content in their situation - to find joy no matter what. Which is so humbling to me because Africa has felt so much pain and suffering - war, murders, child soldiers, mass poverty, AIDS, orphans. And yet, with a history so deep, you can still travel down the road and see such life- abundant life. Don't get me wrong; I am not saying we should leave things the way they are because I do think there should be more equality. It doesn't seem right for four woman and dozens of children to be crammed into four huts with no electricity or running water, why I live in a fully furnished, clean, too many rooms to count home. It isn't right that dozens of babies die daily at a hospital because it lacks adequate supplies to keep them alive. It is not right that children are forced into being soldiers and taught to use a gun at such a young age because a few men can't work their differences out. So I do ask, why is this world so unbalanced? Why does God bless me into such a privileged situation while some children are born into a hopeless situation? The world is a crazy place that I don't think I will fully understand until I reach the gates of Heaven and ask the Lord Himself. Attitudes certainly need to change and adjust, people need to wake up in nations such as America and realize how blessed they are and start making some changes. The world doesn't need to be so unbalanced, so corrupt. But despite the pain, Africa is not a dark and lost continent. The people here cling to their faith, hold on to their families, their values. They find joy, they persevere, and they live their lives to the best of their ability. They feel, they love, they are a community. And as an extra note, the people here are so giving and welcoming even when they have so little.
My experience as a white person in the city: I kind of feel like some kind of mythological character told to children in stories as they grow up; kind of like a unicorn or something. And then one day, you actually spot one and you just can't believe your eyes! You had been told by a very few that they had seen one and that they did exist, like the Lochness Monster, but you just brushed them off as being crazy for sure. But now, there before your eyes is that very thing indeed and you will do anything to touch it, speak to it, have it acknowledge you with a hello or a wave. That is how I feel in a nut shell. I love waving to the kids - it seems to make their day that they have spotted a one of a kind mzungu!
Children begging in the streets: It is a very common occurrence to be walking around in town and to have one or many children come up to you begging for money. It makes me sad because often it is because the mother won't work, so she sends her little children out to find money to eat. The other week I had a child come up to me asking for money and I felt awful when a police officer grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the sidewalk. I was in shock and really didn't know what to do at all.
In the village: There was a child in one of the villages that I went walking through with Ronnie. The thing about being a white outsider, is that often people here think I have the magical touch; like I will know how to heal someone immediately. A child who was about 5 and completely unable to walk or speak was brought to me. He didn't have any clothes on; it was as if he had been out casted by his community because of his lack of being able to function. I wish I could have just grabbed the child and brought him home with me so that the proper doctors could look at him and figure out what was wrong. I pray the village finds the heart to accept him, give him clothes, love him.
I wanted to end with a quote. I watched Blood Diamond last night and there is a part where good old Leo says, "I often ask myself, will God ever forgive us for what we have done to each other? And then I look around and realize that God left this place a long time ago." I often think that is the perception that most of the world has of Africa, the "Dark Continent." It is my prayer that in my everyday life here, the Lord shows me His presence, His hope, and His love in Eastern Uganda. I also pray for anyone that feels that way. That the Lord lifts them up and shows them His joy and grace.
And last but certainly not least, my dear friend Caro posted a beautiful quote on my comments from my last post. I wanted everyone to read the quote because I think it is amazing:
"Justice will be our concern because it is God's concern. And what is it that causes this to well up in use? It is His unrelenting love. This is praise - taking care of everyone in time of need. It is picking up those who are marginalized and whose voices are unheard and saying, "Look! Look!" Not in calculated ways to improve upon our perceived spiritual standing, but because it is in us. His unrelenting love has consumed us and when we see need there seems to be alternative but to respond in the fluid moments of this redeeming, covering of Christ."
- David Crowder
Story number one: A lesson learned. One day when Ronnie and I were wandering around the city, we stopped so I could take a picture of the local police station. I quickly learned that is a big, absolute, no no. The police came rushing out, guns and all, very angry indeed. Apparently, it is considered a terrorist attack to take pictures of government buildings because they automatically assume that you are taking the picture so that you can plot your bombing attack on the building. I felt bad because they wouldn't touch me with a 10 foot pole so they started bothering Ronnie instead saying that were going to put him in jail and what not. It was a good picture of the corruption of the police here because all they wanted was to get money out of Ronnie. If you can't trust the police, who can you trust?
A word about time: Time, I have decided, doesn't exist here. They call it "African time" and it really is enough to drive you crazy, especially if you are so time driven such as myself. If someone tells you to be ready at 7:30 that might mean 7:00 or 9:00 for instance. You pray it doesn't mean 7:00 because then you are being told the car is leaving when your feet have barely hit the ground. (And you will get left too.) You get frustrated if it's 9:00 because then you keep thinking to yourself, I could have gotten an extra hour and a half worth of sleep. I don't think I will ever get used to this time thing....1:00 means 1:00 to me! How am I supposed to know if the person really meant 3:00!
A word (or a couple) about living in Uganda: The standard of living is so much lower here in Uganda then in America. How is it that two nations can be so far apart developmentally? Mud huts, small brick homes, mud roads, vendors of fruit and vegetables all over the place, scattered electricity and water; dusty and dry. It really is a whole other world. And yet, the more I observe, the more I saw that the people here are so happy. This may be their world they live in, but they are just like me. The children run and play and have so much joy, the mothers love and care for their children to the best of their ability and would do anything for them, they feel frustration, anger, peace, love, happiness, surprise. They know the anguish of losing a loved one, or the disappointment that comes when something doesn't turn out right. All of this time I kept thinking to myself, if only people here come come to America, could know what living is like there. Everyday it is, our roads are better, our health care is better, our supermarkets, our stores, our homes are better. And yet where did I get this idea that the way things America does it is better? Why does our way have to be better? Is it not just a different way? Everyone I have met seems to have found a way to be content in their situation - to find joy no matter what. Which is so humbling to me because Africa has felt so much pain and suffering - war, murders, child soldiers, mass poverty, AIDS, orphans. And yet, with a history so deep, you can still travel down the road and see such life- abundant life. Don't get me wrong; I am not saying we should leave things the way they are because I do think there should be more equality. It doesn't seem right for four woman and dozens of children to be crammed into four huts with no electricity or running water, why I live in a fully furnished, clean, too many rooms to count home. It isn't right that dozens of babies die daily at a hospital because it lacks adequate supplies to keep them alive. It is not right that children are forced into being soldiers and taught to use a gun at such a young age because a few men can't work their differences out. So I do ask, why is this world so unbalanced? Why does God bless me into such a privileged situation while some children are born into a hopeless situation? The world is a crazy place that I don't think I will fully understand until I reach the gates of Heaven and ask the Lord Himself. Attitudes certainly need to change and adjust, people need to wake up in nations such as America and realize how blessed they are and start making some changes. The world doesn't need to be so unbalanced, so corrupt. But despite the pain, Africa is not a dark and lost continent. The people here cling to their faith, hold on to their families, their values. They find joy, they persevere, and they live their lives to the best of their ability. They feel, they love, they are a community. And as an extra note, the people here are so giving and welcoming even when they have so little.
My experience as a white person in the city: I kind of feel like some kind of mythological character told to children in stories as they grow up; kind of like a unicorn or something. And then one day, you actually spot one and you just can't believe your eyes! You had been told by a very few that they had seen one and that they did exist, like the Lochness Monster, but you just brushed them off as being crazy for sure. But now, there before your eyes is that very thing indeed and you will do anything to touch it, speak to it, have it acknowledge you with a hello or a wave. That is how I feel in a nut shell. I love waving to the kids - it seems to make their day that they have spotted a one of a kind mzungu!
Children begging in the streets: It is a very common occurrence to be walking around in town and to have one or many children come up to you begging for money. It makes me sad because often it is because the mother won't work, so she sends her little children out to find money to eat. The other week I had a child come up to me asking for money and I felt awful when a police officer grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the sidewalk. I was in shock and really didn't know what to do at all.
In the village: There was a child in one of the villages that I went walking through with Ronnie. The thing about being a white outsider, is that often people here think I have the magical touch; like I will know how to heal someone immediately. A child who was about 5 and completely unable to walk or speak was brought to me. He didn't have any clothes on; it was as if he had been out casted by his community because of his lack of being able to function. I wish I could have just grabbed the child and brought him home with me so that the proper doctors could look at him and figure out what was wrong. I pray the village finds the heart to accept him, give him clothes, love him.
I wanted to end with a quote. I watched Blood Diamond last night and there is a part where good old Leo says, "I often ask myself, will God ever forgive us for what we have done to each other? And then I look around and realize that God left this place a long time ago." I often think that is the perception that most of the world has of Africa, the "Dark Continent." It is my prayer that in my everyday life here, the Lord shows me His presence, His hope, and His love in Eastern Uganda. I also pray for anyone that feels that way. That the Lord lifts them up and shows them His joy and grace.
And last but certainly not least, my dear friend Caro posted a beautiful quote on my comments from my last post. I wanted everyone to read the quote because I think it is amazing:
"Justice will be our concern because it is God's concern. And what is it that causes this to well up in use? It is His unrelenting love. This is praise - taking care of everyone in time of need. It is picking up those who are marginalized and whose voices are unheard and saying, "Look! Look!" Not in calculated ways to improve upon our perceived spiritual standing, but because it is in us. His unrelenting love has consumed us and when we see need there seems to be alternative but to respond in the fluid moments of this redeeming, covering of Christ."
- David Crowder
Another Week Flying On By
So after typing for a while...I realize that I have an awful lot to say in this posting! So I am going to post a couple to break it up a little bit. This lengthy one, one with pictures, and some extra stories and happenings I want to tell you guys about! Here we go!
The sun was high in the sky today in Kampala! Which I guess is a blessing since it rained most of the day yesterday. It seems to be either blazing hot or raining and I can't decide which I like better...when it rains, all of Kampala turns to mud; muddy streets, muddy sidewalks. When it's sunny, I am pretty sure I start melting. Plus I think the locals get a kick out of the fact the skin of a mzungu starts turning a lovely shade of pink to red. They are always asking me, "How are you enjoying the sun today, madam?"
I can't believe it was last Saturday that I last made a post. As I settle into my routine, I find that the time is flying by faster. And yet, at the same time its not haha...I know that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I guess what I am trying to say is that I am having a hard time keeping track of the days because a day feels like a hundred days here. But at the same time I know that I will be home sooner than I know it!
Things are going really well right now! I think I have finally gotten through some homesickness I was feeling last week. I also, thanks to the help of my dear friend Cipro, got through some lovely traveler's sickness as well :-) God bless a change in food and water. Let's just say wandering and a lack of public toilets just do not go well hand in hand with digestive issues! I just pray I stay healthy once the Cipro leaves my system.
Baby Watoto took me on as a volunteer and I am working there every Monday and Wednesday from 8am-5pm. I absolutely LOVE that place...it truly is an amazing organization! I don't remember how much I have told you guys about it so I shall just give it to you all right here. It is a Christian international organization that takes in orphaned infants and toddlers. They have locations all over the world and the one I am at is currently housing more than 90 orphaned babies. Most of the children get dropped off by the police after being found or are picked up from the hospital. After the children reach a certain age, usually 2 years of age, they are sent to live in "the village." I am not sure where the village is exactly, but once they get there, they are set for life! They attend school there, are fed there, and get to experience life the way it should be!
This past week I have been working in the office taking care of three premies: Esther, Chris, and Joe and I really have fallen in love them each and every single one of them. I have to say I was a bit nervous at first to work with them at first because they are only 1.88, 1.77, and 1.12 kg each and I just have never worked with babies that small before! I help feed them every two hours, give baths, take vital signs, and change diapers. I even got to place two NG tubes last week. It is really exciting because Esther is no longer on her NG tube and is feeding by mouth and Chris was removed from CPAP and has amazing oxidation while only on a nasal cannula!
For the last hour or so of my time there each day, I have been able to go outside and play with the toddlers. They are CRAZY! You sit on the ground, and suddenly you have 5 and 6 children trying to use you as a climbing post. Or you take your eyes off of one for two seconds and one has either climbed up onto something you thought for sure could never be done, or he or she has gotten stuck somewhere and is in need of help. There are usually about 50 toddlers running around at once. I have to admit that I wish I could bring one home with me. What would you guys do if I got off the plane in August with a toddler? haha.
There is this one particular toddler, David, who I really have fallen in love with. He was found on, are you ready for this, on top of a trash heap, extremely burnt! But he is a fighter and refused to die! And now he is a healthy, running around like crazy, adventurous toddler at Watoto.
This place really is a light in Kampala. All of the children are loved with Christ's love. They are held, played with, cared for, and shown a life that a child should have. If any of you ever has the opportunity to travel to Kampala, you have to stop by this organization! On a side note, I have to say this is the first time in my life I have been thrown up on, peed on, and given a wet willy all in the span of a couple of hours and been extremely ok with it haha..in fact really amused by it!
On Tuesdays and Thursdays I continue to work at Mulago Hospital. It is almost like Monday's and Wednesdays are my pick me up days after my Tuesdays and Thursdays. I began on 4A, the infectious disease unit this week after finishing up last week on the Special Care Unit. 4A...where to begin? Most of the patients have HIV or malaria, but there are plenty of cases of meningitis and sepsis. The unit is divided into three huge rooms, each holding about 20 patients. I have to admit that I have been a little bit afraid while on that unit. I never really know what each patient has and therefore how contagious it is because all of the patients are just mixed together. So it would seem that if you came in with HIV, you might contract everything that your neighbor has as well. On top of that, patients usually have to provide their own gloves to the doctor for their daily assessment, and honestly, I often question where those gloves came from and how new they actually are. I was reading that in order to prevent infection, you should isolate patients and keep things as sanitary as possible...neither of which exist on this unit.
For the first hour or so, I followed a doctor around as we went from patient to patient. It broke my heart because some of the patients just looked as if they were so miserable and in so much pain. One guy was shaking, definitely not in his senses, and maybe even convulsing a bit. The doctor still wouldn't prescribe him a stronger antibiotic!
I get so frustrated when I am at Mulago because I just want to be able to run from patient to patient and give them the magical healing touch. But end up feeling so hopeless because there just isn't medical supplies or medications to help these patients and I also am realizing just how much knowledge in the medical field I lack. I feel so motivated to learn as much as possible and to absorb as much as possible once I get back to school so that I can start making a difference. For now, I am just trying to do the best I can to love these patients, to give them the compassion and empathy they deserve; to show them I am there to serve them and that they deserve to be cared for. It definitely is a lot easier to say than to do; each day is a battle to wake up and motivate myself to walk to the hospital and do just that.
A part of the problem rests in a language barrier. I have found that English really is a language of the upper class here in Uganda. The doctors may know English and some of the head nurses, but the patients often do not know English at all. That gets frustrating in its own when not only do I feel like I can't help the patient medically, but I can't even sit down and hold a conversation with them - to acknowledge the patient and let them know I am there.
I spoke with this one man for a little bit today. He called me over because he was having difficulty getting the doctors attention. His feet were swollen to about 5 times their normal size, and I am afraid that ultimately they will just cut both of his feet off. He also hadn't eaten in 3 days because he lacked an appetite due to pain he was having in his throat and chest. I tried to get him a cup of water only to find that the hospital doesn't have cups or water (the patients are supposed to provide their own if they want some...). I promised him that I would bring him food on Tuesday if he is still there. I might try and at least stop by tomorrow or Monday to say hello to him. My heart just cries out for patients like that...I just wish they could come to America with me and be seen by a good, knowledgeable physician! I just can't imagine what life is going to be like for that man if he doesn't have either of his feet.
As a random thought on the moment, every time I get worried or anxious about going, or when I can't motivate myself to go, I keep on picturing in my mind Jesus charging in to the place, pulling all of the beds together, and laying right down next to someone without a care of what he is infected with or why he is there. (Now given, I won't take it to that extent because I know I am not invincible...so don't start getting worried on me mom :-) ).
Yesterday, after I left Mulago, I walked over to one of the craft villages in Kampala off of Buganda Rd. I had a lot of fun walking from shop to shop, meeting the different owners. (Plus, I think I am finally starting to get a hang of this bargaining for prices.) Traveling around the craft village is the moments that have me liking Uganda - everyone is so welcoming and friendly (given it could be because I have money and they want me to buy something, but I like to think otherwise.) I love connecting with people, meeting people.
I think the thing with money here is that it is kind of like a disease. It is what people have known from childhood; that money makes the world go 'round, and that you must fight to survive. It's an instinct to move towards money, but if you can move past that and learn not to hold it against someone, then people really are amazing, humble, and caring individuals here. (Minus those boda boda and taxi drivers..they just scare me. Plus, I think we can all admit that outside of Africa money seems to be a big driving force.)
On Tuesday I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Mbale with Emily and her uncle. What a beautiful place and a much needed break from the city! Mbale is about 3 hours away from Kampala; given we were probably driving an average of 115mph (yes, I pretty much kissed the ground once we got there.)
Mbale is a good size - a very mini Kampala with its own traffic, own hustle of people, shops, and restaurants. Aw, but when you move away from the city portion, towards the village, it becomes the picture perfect Africa that I have always imagined. Mountains in the background, winding dirt roads surrounded by vegetation and crops, scattered huts.
I walked next door to meet a family after we parked because I wanted to see where this family lived, talk to them, get to know them. It was a compound of about four huts - there were four women doing chores and cooking, and many, many children. I took tons of pictures - the children never grow tried of it and I could take pictures of their beautiful, smiling faces all day long. Their homes were so scarce with no electricity or running water. Mostly one room homes with minimal furniture. It was difficult to ask questions because no one really spoke English - even more motivation to learn Swahili wen I get home. I just kind of slowly wandered around hoping that no one would mind my curiosity.
Going to that village really did make my week and I am so glad I made the journey. As we were driving back, it was amazing just taking in the view, trying to absorb it all. Uganda really is a beautiful place!
Alright I think it is time for me to wrap this one up! As always, I hope all is well with everyone! Much love!
The sun was high in the sky today in Kampala! Which I guess is a blessing since it rained most of the day yesterday. It seems to be either blazing hot or raining and I can't decide which I like better...when it rains, all of Kampala turns to mud; muddy streets, muddy sidewalks. When it's sunny, I am pretty sure I start melting. Plus I think the locals get a kick out of the fact the skin of a mzungu starts turning a lovely shade of pink to red. They are always asking me, "How are you enjoying the sun today, madam?"
I can't believe it was last Saturday that I last made a post. As I settle into my routine, I find that the time is flying by faster. And yet, at the same time its not haha...I know that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I guess what I am trying to say is that I am having a hard time keeping track of the days because a day feels like a hundred days here. But at the same time I know that I will be home sooner than I know it!
Things are going really well right now! I think I have finally gotten through some homesickness I was feeling last week. I also, thanks to the help of my dear friend Cipro, got through some lovely traveler's sickness as well :-) God bless a change in food and water. Let's just say wandering and a lack of public toilets just do not go well hand in hand with digestive issues! I just pray I stay healthy once the Cipro leaves my system.
Baby Watoto took me on as a volunteer and I am working there every Monday and Wednesday from 8am-5pm. I absolutely LOVE that place...it truly is an amazing organization! I don't remember how much I have told you guys about it so I shall just give it to you all right here. It is a Christian international organization that takes in orphaned infants and toddlers. They have locations all over the world and the one I am at is currently housing more than 90 orphaned babies. Most of the children get dropped off by the police after being found or are picked up from the hospital. After the children reach a certain age, usually 2 years of age, they are sent to live in "the village." I am not sure where the village is exactly, but once they get there, they are set for life! They attend school there, are fed there, and get to experience life the way it should be!
This past week I have been working in the office taking care of three premies: Esther, Chris, and Joe and I really have fallen in love them each and every single one of them. I have to say I was a bit nervous at first to work with them at first because they are only 1.88, 1.77, and 1.12 kg each and I just have never worked with babies that small before! I help feed them every two hours, give baths, take vital signs, and change diapers. I even got to place two NG tubes last week. It is really exciting because Esther is no longer on her NG tube and is feeding by mouth and Chris was removed from CPAP and has amazing oxidation while only on a nasal cannula!
For the last hour or so of my time there each day, I have been able to go outside and play with the toddlers. They are CRAZY! You sit on the ground, and suddenly you have 5 and 6 children trying to use you as a climbing post. Or you take your eyes off of one for two seconds and one has either climbed up onto something you thought for sure could never be done, or he or she has gotten stuck somewhere and is in need of help. There are usually about 50 toddlers running around at once. I have to admit that I wish I could bring one home with me. What would you guys do if I got off the plane in August with a toddler? haha.
There is this one particular toddler, David, who I really have fallen in love with. He was found on, are you ready for this, on top of a trash heap, extremely burnt! But he is a fighter and refused to die! And now he is a healthy, running around like crazy, adventurous toddler at Watoto.
This place really is a light in Kampala. All of the children are loved with Christ's love. They are held, played with, cared for, and shown a life that a child should have. If any of you ever has the opportunity to travel to Kampala, you have to stop by this organization! On a side note, I have to say this is the first time in my life I have been thrown up on, peed on, and given a wet willy all in the span of a couple of hours and been extremely ok with it haha..in fact really amused by it!
On Tuesdays and Thursdays I continue to work at Mulago Hospital. It is almost like Monday's and Wednesdays are my pick me up days after my Tuesdays and Thursdays. I began on 4A, the infectious disease unit this week after finishing up last week on the Special Care Unit. 4A...where to begin? Most of the patients have HIV or malaria, but there are plenty of cases of meningitis and sepsis. The unit is divided into three huge rooms, each holding about 20 patients. I have to admit that I have been a little bit afraid while on that unit. I never really know what each patient has and therefore how contagious it is because all of the patients are just mixed together. So it would seem that if you came in with HIV, you might contract everything that your neighbor has as well. On top of that, patients usually have to provide their own gloves to the doctor for their daily assessment, and honestly, I often question where those gloves came from and how new they actually are. I was reading that in order to prevent infection, you should isolate patients and keep things as sanitary as possible...neither of which exist on this unit.
For the first hour or so, I followed a doctor around as we went from patient to patient. It broke my heart because some of the patients just looked as if they were so miserable and in so much pain. One guy was shaking, definitely not in his senses, and maybe even convulsing a bit. The doctor still wouldn't prescribe him a stronger antibiotic!
I get so frustrated when I am at Mulago because I just want to be able to run from patient to patient and give them the magical healing touch. But end up feeling so hopeless because there just isn't medical supplies or medications to help these patients and I also am realizing just how much knowledge in the medical field I lack. I feel so motivated to learn as much as possible and to absorb as much as possible once I get back to school so that I can start making a difference. For now, I am just trying to do the best I can to love these patients, to give them the compassion and empathy they deserve; to show them I am there to serve them and that they deserve to be cared for. It definitely is a lot easier to say than to do; each day is a battle to wake up and motivate myself to walk to the hospital and do just that.
A part of the problem rests in a language barrier. I have found that English really is a language of the upper class here in Uganda. The doctors may know English and some of the head nurses, but the patients often do not know English at all. That gets frustrating in its own when not only do I feel like I can't help the patient medically, but I can't even sit down and hold a conversation with them - to acknowledge the patient and let them know I am there.
I spoke with this one man for a little bit today. He called me over because he was having difficulty getting the doctors attention. His feet were swollen to about 5 times their normal size, and I am afraid that ultimately they will just cut both of his feet off. He also hadn't eaten in 3 days because he lacked an appetite due to pain he was having in his throat and chest. I tried to get him a cup of water only to find that the hospital doesn't have cups or water (the patients are supposed to provide their own if they want some...). I promised him that I would bring him food on Tuesday if he is still there. I might try and at least stop by tomorrow or Monday to say hello to him. My heart just cries out for patients like that...I just wish they could come to America with me and be seen by a good, knowledgeable physician! I just can't imagine what life is going to be like for that man if he doesn't have either of his feet.
As a random thought on the moment, every time I get worried or anxious about going, or when I can't motivate myself to go, I keep on picturing in my mind Jesus charging in to the place, pulling all of the beds together, and laying right down next to someone without a care of what he is infected with or why he is there. (Now given, I won't take it to that extent because I know I am not invincible...so don't start getting worried on me mom :-) ).
Yesterday, after I left Mulago, I walked over to one of the craft villages in Kampala off of Buganda Rd. I had a lot of fun walking from shop to shop, meeting the different owners. (Plus, I think I am finally starting to get a hang of this bargaining for prices.) Traveling around the craft village is the moments that have me liking Uganda - everyone is so welcoming and friendly (given it could be because I have money and they want me to buy something, but I like to think otherwise.) I love connecting with people, meeting people.
I think the thing with money here is that it is kind of like a disease. It is what people have known from childhood; that money makes the world go 'round, and that you must fight to survive. It's an instinct to move towards money, but if you can move past that and learn not to hold it against someone, then people really are amazing, humble, and caring individuals here. (Minus those boda boda and taxi drivers..they just scare me. Plus, I think we can all admit that outside of Africa money seems to be a big driving force.)
On Tuesday I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Mbale with Emily and her uncle. What a beautiful place and a much needed break from the city! Mbale is about 3 hours away from Kampala; given we were probably driving an average of 115mph (yes, I pretty much kissed the ground once we got there.)
Mbale is a good size - a very mini Kampala with its own traffic, own hustle of people, shops, and restaurants. Aw, but when you move away from the city portion, towards the village, it becomes the picture perfect Africa that I have always imagined. Mountains in the background, winding dirt roads surrounded by vegetation and crops, scattered huts.
I walked next door to meet a family after we parked because I wanted to see where this family lived, talk to them, get to know them. It was a compound of about four huts - there were four women doing chores and cooking, and many, many children. I took tons of pictures - the children never grow tried of it and I could take pictures of their beautiful, smiling faces all day long. Their homes were so scarce with no electricity or running water. Mostly one room homes with minimal furniture. It was difficult to ask questions because no one really spoke English - even more motivation to learn Swahili wen I get home. I just kind of slowly wandered around hoping that no one would mind my curiosity.
Going to that village really did make my week and I am so glad I made the journey. As we were driving back, it was amazing just taking in the view, trying to absorb it all. Uganda really is a beautiful place!
Alright I think it is time for me to wrap this one up! As always, I hope all is well with everyone! Much love!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Mulago Hospital
(Me holding Ronnies son, Don. To the right is some of the children that I gave some t-shirts to.)I feel like it has been quite a while since I had the opportunity to update you guys! Things have gotten a little bit on the busier side since I started volunteering at Mulago Hospital! Where do I even start? I was in complete shock when I first entered Mulago Hospital; COMPLETELY overwhlemed! It is something out of the pioneer ages...Florence Nightingale would be in shock! I shall paint you guys a picture of the ward I have been working on so that you can somewhat share in the emotions I have been experiencing.
I started my experience on the pediatric special care unit. The patients on this unit are premies and infants in need of critical care. The special care unit is divided into three rooms. Group 1 is for the premies; they are all in incubators (or mostly), and they all are on oxygen of some sort. Group 2, in the middle room is full term infants found to have labored breathing or low APGAR scores. I have no really figured out what room 3 is for. It seems as though a couple of mothers are sleeping in there and there is one lone incubator with a baby against the wall. Why he is in there, I do not know.
(This is room two for group 2: the fullterm infants. All of the cribs are just crammed in together; maybe 20 or so total.)Upon entering, there is a sign that states that you must leave your shoes outside. Mothers walk around the unit in their barefeet, whereas, nurses change into flip flops. They call this isolation precautions! I requested to bring my own shoes because one, I didn't want to walk around barefoot (you guys know I am a germaphobe), a two, what if a needle or something fell and went into my foot!?
(This is the supply cart for the "unit". Unlabeled syringes, gloves! (They do have gloves!), and the operating table on the left (yes, I said operating table)The unit is complete chaos-there seems to be no order to the mess at all. The equipment is outdated, there are almost no supplies, and I am not sure the doctor knows what he is doing. There is one thermometer to the unit so the doctor has the responsiblity of taking vital signs, and there may be two stethoscopes. The nurses responsibility includes cleaning, inserting venous cannulas (there are no IVs), and giving meds. I have not figured out how they know what they are giving and whether or not it has already been given because nothing is labeled and documentation seems to be rarely done. There are just syringes lying around that you grab. All of the babies seem to receive the same three meds (D5W, Amoxicillin, and Gentomycin) so I guess mixing up the syringes wouldn't turn out to be the biggest problem. Needles are disposed of into a cardboard box with a hole cut into it. Watching a nurse put a cannula in made me cringe. There is absolutely nothing for pain, so you just kind of go at it. The first child I watched get a cannula placed took three attempts! And I pray to the Lord that the third actually went into the vein. I was trying to put D5W through a cannula and got obvious resistance - I told the nurse that the cannula needed to be re-done and she pushed anyways. The fluid exploded EVERYWHERE. I can't imagine how painful that could have been for the baby. The second child I went to give fluids to was so small. I was horrified when the nurse yanked the baby onto the door of the incubator to get to the cannula. I thought he was going to fall to the floor - such a fragile baby!
(This is room 1 for the premies. There are about 25 incubators crammed into this room. And the incubators are very outdated!)Because the nurse to patio ratio is so poor, 1 to 50, the mother's provide the basic care. Every two hours the mother's come to breast feed their child. Most of the babies, because of a lack of patient care are covered in their own feces and urine. I wanted to clean a baby up only to be told by a nurse that it was the mother's job and that if I really wanted to do it, there were cotton balls. Cotton balls were pretty much the only cleaning supply avaliable. I tried to clean the baby with wipes I had in my bag. Infection rates can be really high for premies, and yet th ere seemed to be little regulation on the opening and closing of the incubator's doors. The O2 on the wall is an odd contraption with dozens of tubes feeding into one unit. Not really sure how that was rigged, but tape seems to be a big contributor. The nurses and doctors often dropped things on the floor, but that didn't seem to stop them from still using the items. Nurses didn't check air bubbles before giving medication and what really made chills run down my spine was the amount of tapping and banging that was done on the outside of the incubators.
(This baby was just plopped down on a table because they were out of incubators. I was terrified that he was going to roll onto the floor or something because he was so exposed!)My last grand experience for the day was the infant who was barely breathing. It was pale, blue, and extremely cold in all of its extremities. You could feel a heartbeat but it was definitely not enough to circulate O2 and blood to his body. The nurse would come over and give a couple of breaths and then walk away saying, "I just can't get him to breathe" like it was no big deal. I told her I would help with CPR, but that is a very loose term. CPR means 3 compressions followed by a varying number of breaths. After about 20 minutes, the doctor finally came and was able to bring the neonate back to life. But after all that time I kept wondering if the baby would have massive brain damage.
I know the last couple of paragraphs have been terribly negative and sound so awful, but it gives a better understanding of what I saw and how I felt. I really left without seeing any hope in that place. If a baby does make it out of group 1 then it beyond me; completely by the grace of God. I kept thinking to myself, is it wrong to wish that these babies would just die? Because then at least they would be done being put through all the pain and suffering and could join God in a much better place.
I know there is a reason God has placed me in Kampala and at Mulago Hospital, but I am truly struggling to see hope in this situation, to see how to help anything to move forward and improve. I feel lost and truly helpless - like there is nothing I can do. But I know I must be positive and have faith that there is a reason I was put here. Another nursing student told me that at the end of the day, no matter how hard, lift your chin and know that you did something, did make a difference. Even if it comes down to providing love and compassion to an infant - you can never do too much of that!
My instructor was telling me that what needs to change is the attitude. At funerals they say "Praise the Lord for he is with Jesus now. This young child needed to be with the Lord." We say "How tragic! Why did the Lord take him at such a young age?" They need to question what is wrong and actually get mad enough to change it. Right now, their attitudes is a defense mechanism for all of the pain and suffering and loss happening right now.
On a lighter note, I am starting work at Baby Watoto on Monday! I am super excited about that. I will be volunteering on Monday and Wednesdays so I will let you guys know how that goes next time I get a chance on a computer!
My free time has been spent roaming the streets with Ronnie around Kampala. I kept questioning myself, asking God where the hope was in Kampala and I have found it in my journeys with Ronnie, in the children. The children are so happy, so untouched by corruption, not focused on money. They are pure and full of joy. They are able to laugh, to play, to make the best of the situation. I see God in these moments. When I am just sitting, meeting people, getting to know the people of Kampala.
(These are children living in Kisenyi! They were dancing to the music coming from the local church! They just kept laughing and having so much fun. It is amazing to me how much joy they have despite their living conditions.)Yesterday, Ronnie and I returned to Bukoto to give the pictures I developed to the grandmother and her three grandchildren. She was so happy! She said I was truly a friend of the family because I had kept my promise! I wish I could speak to her directly, but her facial expressions and body language were enough. I told her I would come back to say goodbye before heading to Kenya.
(This is one of the grandchildren of the family Ronnie and I met in Bukoto. The first time we visited, the youngest daughter was terrified of me. (She had never seen a white person before). This time we got to the point where she would touch my hands, to see how I feel; if I am the same as her.)I also was able to visit Ronnie's community and meet his beautiful 2 year old son, Don. Ronnie lives in a one room house, divided in half into the bedroom and the rest of the home by a curtain. The room is no bigger than two mattresses lying side by side. On one side is a mattress shared by Ronnie and his eight month pregnant sister, Grace, and a crib for his son. On the other side are pots and pans that mark a kitchen and a chair for a den. Ronnie chose to live there because he didn't want his son to be corrupted by the slums. I couldn't imagine having to live in such a small space. It would feel like being imprisoned everyday, but that is what Ronnie and his family have.
(This is Ronnie and his son Don. Isn't he beautiful!?)
(These are some of the children that I gave shirts to in Ronnie's community. I have to say I am a little proud of the fact that there are now children in Kampala running around showing off UNC's colors!)After visiting Ronnie's community, we went to Kisenyi or the slums. I don't even know where to start except to say that no one should have to live lie that. Dumping grounds are everywhere, sewage water runs freely, and what is worse, is children are forced to play next to it, and mother's are forced to cook by it. And that there is so much joy in the children! The local church was having rehearsal for service on Sunday and everyone was dancing and singing! THAT is how I believe God intended us to praise and worship Him; with dance, and song, and passion! Not with schedules and lists!
(A typical home in Kisenyi or the slums)
(A girl being bathed outside by another child in the slums.)
Ronnie and I talked about the possibility of me returning one day to set up my own clinic! I kept thinking how amazing that would be, and then if my mom and sister could come back and work as nurses for a little bit! To experience my passion! But I would definitely have to work in America for a while to develop my skills because right now I really do feel helpless. It could be affordable, up-to-date healthcare!
So where am I at this point? I continue to wander the city! To take it all in, meet its people, learn about its culture, and hopefully stay together in one piece! I have grown to LOVE matoke (a local food made of plantains), and the pumpkins here are AMAZING! I am pretty sure I am going to go through pumpkin withdrawal when I return home. The city is overwhelming, yes, and sometimes can beat me down and take my energy. But it is in the moments that I get to sit and talk with people that I am reminded why I am here and that God really is present here.
(A group of people Ronnie and I sat and talked with for an hour or so at a small local store. They were so much fun!)I am hoping to get out of the city in the next couple of weeks because I need a break! Pray that I continue staying positive and compassionate! And that my energy never fails me!
I miss all of you! Much love from Uganda!
"Let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up!" Galatians 6:9
It is often what we see that shocks us that causes us to institute change.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Tour de Kampala
I feel like I have been in Kampala for weeks and then I remind myself that it has only been 4 days! If I think of it that way, I really have learned a lot! I am staying with the Wekesa family in an area called Kololo which sits on top of a hill.
(This is Emily and her daughter Hazel)
(This is the adorable, yet absolutely crazy Elijah, Emily's adopted son)
Some background information about Kampala...it is a city with very evident classes. The lower, middle, and upper, or as my friend Ronnie likes to call them, A, B, and C. (I will tell you a little bit more about Ronnie in a bit). The A lives on top of the hills; "above" the rest of the city - that is where places like Kololo fall. The middle class lives in the middle of the hills and the lowest class in the valleys. The richer you are, the higher you climb. The slums here are referred to as "kisenyi" or sand in Swahili. It received this name because the ground is so poor and if you dig too deep all you will reach is sand and water. It is hard because what is considered the middle class in Uganda is no where close to the middle class in America. It is only deemed the middle class because there is still a class of people who cannot afford it and therefore are labeled as lower class.
(This is a picture of the brown flats, a middle class neighborhood in Kampala. It truly does not even compare to a middle class neighborhood in America.)
(This is a neigborhood that is between the B's and the C's)
So now more about Ronnie. I met Ronnie the other day when I was walking towards central Kampala. He asked me if I was Irish (confirmation of my paleness). He is an amazing guy who has had an extremely difficult life, and yet is still has so much joy for living. He has a 3 year old son, and lives with his sister who is expecting soon. Ronnie is truly an answer to my prayer. Earlier I mentioned how frustrated I was getting because I wanted to see the real Kampala, to experience it and meet its people, but I felt so restrained as a white female wandering the city alone. Almost everyday, Ronnie shows me different parts of the city. He knows the language, the culture, and Uganda's history. It is with him, that I am truly able to see Kampala for what it really is. When you have a local with you, people are more trusting of you. I do love living with Emily and her family, but a home in Kololo is too similar to the comforts of America. I feel out of touch with reality when I am up there and want to be with the people.
(This is Ronnie and I at the local market in Kololo called Kamwukya market. Random side note: Ronnie gets on my case about walking too fast. There is a saying here that a person who walks fast is chasing money. I think my learning to slow down and enjoy my surroundings will be good for my stress level once I get home.)
(This is a picture of one of the stands inside of the market. A word about the local markets here. They are insane! Everywhere I went it was "mzungu, mzungu! Buy this, no buy this." It is completely different from a grocery store at home. Everyone has all of their fruits and vegetables laid out, you pick something, and then you bargain. It happens so quickly too! I have to say as a side note that I am happy I became a vegetarian before I came because the thought of eating meat that is laying out on a table with flies on it just really doesn't appeal to me.)
Yesterday, Ronnie and I visited Bukuto (a middle class area), Kisenyi (the slums), and the lower class areas of a town called Ntinde within walking distance of Kampala. There is such a craving for money in Africa that is is hard to discern what people's intentions are. I see money signs in peoples eyes when they look at me. And I can't blame them - I am humbled by their circumstances when I see where they live, how they are fighting for life, and I am embarrassed at how much I have, how many unnecessary things that I have. My heart cries for these people I see; I want to honor their wishes and give them money but I know that is not the answer; There is just too much poverty, to much need. All I can do right now is love these people with Christ's love, offer them a listening ear, compassion, and a smiling face.
(Lower class in Ntinde)
The major difference I see between poverty here and in America is that in Uganda people never beg. They fight for life, to support their families. They never give up even if it means getting your daily earnings from selling trinkets on the street. I have seen so many children working. One child, couldn't be more than 3 or 4 was carrying around a bag of coal pieces he was collecting for extra money. It robs these children of their childhood. The kids LOVE getting their pictures taken by the way!; to see themselves on the screen. I went and got some of the pictures developed today of the kids so that I can take them back to give to them next time I go visit.
(Some of the kids in the lower class of Ntinde. They are AMAZING; so much fun! At first they are hesitant to come near me because I am a wierdo with super white skin. But once they know they can trust you they run up to you and want to touch your skin, see if you feel the same. I can't wait to go back to hang out with them!)
(How could you not love these faces?)
I met an amazing family in Ntinde. They are in the lower class; a grandmother, a friend, and three grandchildren. The thing about Ugandans is that they are so welcoming and kind! This family just invited Ronnie and I into their yard to sit with them and talk for a bit. The grandmother told me how hard it was for her to raise her three grandchildren because she is past her prime and doesn't have much to offer the children. The grandmother asked me if I could bring a picture to her so I hope to go back tomorrow and give her one.
(This is the grandmother and her three beautiful grandchildren)
I didn't get the opportunity to work in Mulago Hospital today because I had a slight dilemma. I broke my phone after only 2 days of having it! Wonderful eh? So I was unable to make any calls to my contacts at the hospital. But the phone has been replaced and hopefully I will be getting a hold of the appropriate people today so I can start tomorrow!
I am sorry that I am not loading more pictures on the blog! It is an absolute nightmare trying to get pictures online. It has taken me about 20 minutes just to get 5 pictures up there. But I have taken tons of pictures that I would love for all of you to see! So I will definitely have to upload the rest of them when I get home! Until then, I will do the best I can getting a few up there every once in a while.
Ah yes, and for those that are worried about my running around by myself. No worries! I am staying in well lit areas with lots of people! Sam, Emily's husband gave me a loop that I could safely run. And on that note, I haven't been able to run since day one because I have been so tired! I have been walking EVERYWHERE because I am too afraid to ride on a boda boda, the local motorcycle transportation. Whizzing arounds vehicles on the back of a motorized bike without a helmet just doesn't appeal to me! Besides, I can enjoy the view more walking, and get to meet a lot more people when I am walking.
Until I write again! Much love to you all! Emily's husband, Sam, left for Florida this morning and it made me realize that I am a little home sick and I am missing you all greatly! Please continue to keep me in your prayers!
(This is Emily and her daughter Hazel)
(This is the adorable, yet absolutely crazy Elijah, Emily's adopted son)Some background information about Kampala...it is a city with very evident classes. The lower, middle, and upper, or as my friend Ronnie likes to call them, A, B, and C. (I will tell you a little bit more about Ronnie in a bit). The A lives on top of the hills; "above" the rest of the city - that is where places like Kololo fall. The middle class lives in the middle of the hills and the lowest class in the valleys. The richer you are, the higher you climb. The slums here are referred to as "kisenyi" or sand in Swahili. It received this name because the ground is so poor and if you dig too deep all you will reach is sand and water. It is hard because what is considered the middle class in Uganda is no where close to the middle class in America. It is only deemed the middle class because there is still a class of people who cannot afford it and therefore are labeled as lower class.
(This is a picture of the brown flats, a middle class neighborhood in Kampala. It truly does not even compare to a middle class neighborhood in America.)
(This is a neigborhood that is between the B's and the C's)So now more about Ronnie. I met Ronnie the other day when I was walking towards central Kampala. He asked me if I was Irish (confirmation of my paleness). He is an amazing guy who has had an extremely difficult life, and yet is still has so much joy for living. He has a 3 year old son, and lives with his sister who is expecting soon. Ronnie is truly an answer to my prayer. Earlier I mentioned how frustrated I was getting because I wanted to see the real Kampala, to experience it and meet its people, but I felt so restrained as a white female wandering the city alone. Almost everyday, Ronnie shows me different parts of the city. He knows the language, the culture, and Uganda's history. It is with him, that I am truly able to see Kampala for what it really is. When you have a local with you, people are more trusting of you. I do love living with Emily and her family, but a home in Kololo is too similar to the comforts of America. I feel out of touch with reality when I am up there and want to be with the people.
(This is Ronnie and I at the local market in Kololo called Kamwukya market. Random side note: Ronnie gets on my case about walking too fast. There is a saying here that a person who walks fast is chasing money. I think my learning to slow down and enjoy my surroundings will be good for my stress level once I get home.)
(This is a picture of one of the stands inside of the market. A word about the local markets here. They are insane! Everywhere I went it was "mzungu, mzungu! Buy this, no buy this." It is completely different from a grocery store at home. Everyone has all of their fruits and vegetables laid out, you pick something, and then you bargain. It happens so quickly too! I have to say as a side note that I am happy I became a vegetarian before I came because the thought of eating meat that is laying out on a table with flies on it just really doesn't appeal to me.)
Yesterday, Ronnie and I visited Bukuto (a middle class area), Kisenyi (the slums), and the lower class areas of a town called Ntinde within walking distance of Kampala. There is such a craving for money in Africa that is is hard to discern what people's intentions are. I see money signs in peoples eyes when they look at me. And I can't blame them - I am humbled by their circumstances when I see where they live, how they are fighting for life, and I am embarrassed at how much I have, how many unnecessary things that I have. My heart cries for these people I see; I want to honor their wishes and give them money but I know that is not the answer; There is just too much poverty, to much need. All I can do right now is love these people with Christ's love, offer them a listening ear, compassion, and a smiling face.
It really is a wonder to me how a city tries to cover up its poor. I guess the poor are covered to make the city more appealing, more flattering. It is as if people don't want to see it, don't want to know it exists; as if life is less complicated when you turn an eye to the homeless and destitute. But I keep thinking about how much America could do for these people if it would open its eyes! Truly see the problem and let love and compassion flow out onto these people.
(Lower class in Ntinde)The major difference I see between poverty here and in America is that in Uganda people never beg. They fight for life, to support their families. They never give up even if it means getting your daily earnings from selling trinkets on the street. I have seen so many children working. One child, couldn't be more than 3 or 4 was carrying around a bag of coal pieces he was collecting for extra money. It robs these children of their childhood. The kids LOVE getting their pictures taken by the way!; to see themselves on the screen. I went and got some of the pictures developed today of the kids so that I can take them back to give to them next time I go visit.
(Some of the kids in the lower class of Ntinde. They are AMAZING; so much fun! At first they are hesitant to come near me because I am a wierdo with super white skin. But once they know they can trust you they run up to you and want to touch your skin, see if you feel the same. I can't wait to go back to hang out with them!)
(How could you not love these faces?)I met an amazing family in Ntinde. They are in the lower class; a grandmother, a friend, and three grandchildren. The thing about Ugandans is that they are so welcoming and kind! This family just invited Ronnie and I into their yard to sit with them and talk for a bit. The grandmother told me how hard it was for her to raise her three grandchildren because she is past her prime and doesn't have much to offer the children. The grandmother asked me if I could bring a picture to her so I hope to go back tomorrow and give her one.
(This is the grandmother and her three beautiful grandchildren)I didn't get the opportunity to work in Mulago Hospital today because I had a slight dilemma. I broke my phone after only 2 days of having it! Wonderful eh? So I was unable to make any calls to my contacts at the hospital. But the phone has been replaced and hopefully I will be getting a hold of the appropriate people today so I can start tomorrow!
I am sorry that I am not loading more pictures on the blog! It is an absolute nightmare trying to get pictures online. It has taken me about 20 minutes just to get 5 pictures up there. But I have taken tons of pictures that I would love for all of you to see! So I will definitely have to upload the rest of them when I get home! Until then, I will do the best I can getting a few up there every once in a while.
Ah yes, and for those that are worried about my running around by myself. No worries! I am staying in well lit areas with lots of people! Sam, Emily's husband gave me a loop that I could safely run. And on that note, I haven't been able to run since day one because I have been so tired! I have been walking EVERYWHERE because I am too afraid to ride on a boda boda, the local motorcycle transportation. Whizzing arounds vehicles on the back of a motorized bike without a helmet just doesn't appeal to me! Besides, I can enjoy the view more walking, and get to meet a lot more people when I am walking.
Until I write again! Much love to you all! Emily's husband, Sam, left for Florida this morning and it made me realize that I am a little home sick and I am missing you all greatly! Please continue to keep me in your prayers!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Kampala, Uganda
Hey Guys! After what felt like weeks and weeks of travel, I have finally made it to Kampala, Uganda! My flight left Raleigh on Tuesday and from there I flew to Chicago. I was in the Chicago airport for 3 hours where I then jumped on a plane for London. After 8 hours in flight I arrived in London and hung out in the airport for 9 hours! From there, my next flight took me to Nairobi, Kenya. (I have to say that I feel like I got pretty good at entertaining myself in the airport.) I was in Nairobi for 6 hours before heading to my last stop Entebbe, Uganda, where Emily picked me up and took me to her home in Kampala. As a side note, to board a plane at the airport in Nairobi, you actually walk outside and take a flight of stairs up into the plane. Why am I telling you this? Because that was my first breath of fresh air in what felt like weeks and felt like the most amazing breath of fresh air I have ever had!
Uganda is absolutely beautiful! All of the time spent in airports and on the plane was completely worth it for the view that I got to see as I flew into Entebbe! (I am sorry to say that I don't have any pictures to show you guys this time.)
I have to say that I feel like I am in total overload right now...my thoughts are just all over the place. How can I put this? I don't want to say that I am disappointed, it is just different than I expected. I have always had the passion to see the rural side of Africa, the "bush" as some people call it. To see the traditions, the culture of Africa. It is not that culture and traditions don't exist in Kampala, but Kampala is just that, your typical, massive city; a city moving towards westernization. I just got so excited when I was coming in on the plane and saw all of the lush green, and mountains, and farmland! I want to go see that, explore that part of Africa! (I know some of you are probably sitting there thinking, "Child, you have only been there 24 hours!" No worries! I know that there is still plenty of time to venture out!)
Even though I want to experience the rural part of Africa, I think it is important to see the city life as well. There is definitely plenty to learn in the city! On that note, even though Kampala is a big city, it definitely isn't your typical American city. For instance there is mass poverty, a sense of insecurity, and a difference in culture. It is not an unusual thing to see a man in uniform wandering around with a gun slung over his shoulder for instance. It's also hard because I really want to get out and talk to the people here so that I can learn more about Uganda, but it just seems like you can't get past people trying to get you to buy this or that, or ride in their taxi. Money does really make the world go round here. These next couple of weeks are definitely going to be a time for me to figure out more about Kampala, how it's unique, and to meet its people.
A word about the driving here. People are NUTS! Just imagine a place where there are no such things as lanes, street signals, stop signs, or yielding for that matter. It really is dog eat dog out on the roads and pedestrians definitely do NOT have the right away!
I went jogging this morning. (You guys really didn't think I could make it 3 months without running did you? Plus, how often can you say you ran in Kampala, Uganda?) I am starting to understand what people were talking about when they said I would get stared at. I kind of felt like the main attraction at the local freak show. Hopefully I will get used to it soon. But I met these three guys at the end of my run; Henry, Charles, and Nelson. I hadn't been talking to them for 1 minute when Henry asked me if I had money. He then asked me if I would get some and give it to them. He said that since I was from America, he knew I had money. He also told me that he wishes he could go running like me, but that he lacks the energy to do so because he never has enough to eat. That definitely made me a better picture of the need and desperation for money here. The guys work next door to the home I am living in so I told them I would come out and talk to them when they were out there.
Earlier this morning I stopped at this place called Watoto. It is an orphanage for infants and toddlers. I am hoping to be able to volunteer there while I am in Kampala. They like to have volunteers more long term, so cross your fingers that they let me help out! They had a premie there that was probably about the size of my hand. Apparently Mulago Hospital discharged him because they determined that he was stable enough to be on his own! That definitely gave me a better idea of what to expect when I go to work at Mulago. I just couldn't believe it!
I am going to start at Mulago on Monday so please pray for me and that I a mentally and emotionally prepared for what I am going to see.
My time is running out on the computer so I do believe I need to wrap it up! I hope all is going well for you all in the states!
Uganda is absolutely beautiful! All of the time spent in airports and on the plane was completely worth it for the view that I got to see as I flew into Entebbe! (I am sorry to say that I don't have any pictures to show you guys this time.)
I have to say that I feel like I am in total overload right now...my thoughts are just all over the place. How can I put this? I don't want to say that I am disappointed, it is just different than I expected. I have always had the passion to see the rural side of Africa, the "bush" as some people call it. To see the traditions, the culture of Africa. It is not that culture and traditions don't exist in Kampala, but Kampala is just that, your typical, massive city; a city moving towards westernization. I just got so excited when I was coming in on the plane and saw all of the lush green, and mountains, and farmland! I want to go see that, explore that part of Africa! (I know some of you are probably sitting there thinking, "Child, you have only been there 24 hours!" No worries! I know that there is still plenty of time to venture out!)
Even though I want to experience the rural part of Africa, I think it is important to see the city life as well. There is definitely plenty to learn in the city! On that note, even though Kampala is a big city, it definitely isn't your typical American city. For instance there is mass poverty, a sense of insecurity, and a difference in culture. It is not an unusual thing to see a man in uniform wandering around with a gun slung over his shoulder for instance. It's also hard because I really want to get out and talk to the people here so that I can learn more about Uganda, but it just seems like you can't get past people trying to get you to buy this or that, or ride in their taxi. Money does really make the world go round here. These next couple of weeks are definitely going to be a time for me to figure out more about Kampala, how it's unique, and to meet its people.
A word about the driving here. People are NUTS! Just imagine a place where there are no such things as lanes, street signals, stop signs, or yielding for that matter. It really is dog eat dog out on the roads and pedestrians definitely do NOT have the right away!
I went jogging this morning. (You guys really didn't think I could make it 3 months without running did you? Plus, how often can you say you ran in Kampala, Uganda?) I am starting to understand what people were talking about when they said I would get stared at. I kind of felt like the main attraction at the local freak show. Hopefully I will get used to it soon. But I met these three guys at the end of my run; Henry, Charles, and Nelson. I hadn't been talking to them for 1 minute when Henry asked me if I had money. He then asked me if I would get some and give it to them. He said that since I was from America, he knew I had money. He also told me that he wishes he could go running like me, but that he lacks the energy to do so because he never has enough to eat. That definitely made me a better picture of the need and desperation for money here. The guys work next door to the home I am living in so I told them I would come out and talk to them when they were out there.
Earlier this morning I stopped at this place called Watoto. It is an orphanage for infants and toddlers. I am hoping to be able to volunteer there while I am in Kampala. They like to have volunteers more long term, so cross your fingers that they let me help out! They had a premie there that was probably about the size of my hand. Apparently Mulago Hospital discharged him because they determined that he was stable enough to be on his own! That definitely gave me a better idea of what to expect when I go to work at Mulago. I just couldn't believe it!
I am going to start at Mulago on Monday so please pray for me and that I a mentally and emotionally prepared for what I am going to see.
My time is running out on the computer so I do believe I need to wrap it up! I hope all is going well for you all in the states!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Getting Ready To Go
Alright so as a side note for everyone that is following me on my journey through Africa, I am a rambler. So bear with me because my thoughts might be a bit scattered and a somewhat on the lengthy side as I write in this blog.
I can't believe I am leaving for Africa in just two days! This semester of planning has just flown by! Tomorrow will be my last day in good old Charlotte before hopping a plane (or planes I guess I should say) for Uganda. The whole thing is definitely still surreal. I keep wondering when the realization of all of this will finally hit me. I am a little bit nervous, but my excitement far outweighs any fears or concerns that I may have. I have complete faith that the Lord has it all under control.
Last night the Wekesa family came over for dinner. There is Candy, her husband, and their two amazing daughters. Candy is the woman that my mom and I met in, are you ready for this, at the Harris Teeter by my house in Charlotte.
As it turned out, Candy has 4 siblings who live in Kampala, Uganda and an uncle and aunt who live in Nairobi, Kenya. I have been blessed with the opportunity to live with Candy's eldest sister, Emily, while working in Mulago Hospital. I will also be living with her uncle and aunt when I travel to Nairobi. I am a little nervous about meeting all of Candy's family and friends but I have a total peace of mind about living with them and traveling with them, especially if they are as kind and loving as Candy and her family!
Packing for this trip has been crazy! I don't know if I am over-packed or if I didn't pack enough. For those of you that know my mom well, she tends to lean a little bit more on the worrying side, (I love you mom!), so my pile of things to take seems to be multiplying as my my moms worries increase. I guess it's better to be safe then sorry. I snapped a quick picture of my packing in progress to give you guys a better idea.
I got toilet paper, anti-bacterial hand sanitizer, wipes, ziplock bags, a mosquito net, sun screen, insect repellent, a flashlight, a water filter, protein bars, gum, gloves, medications galore, a sleeping bag, scrubs, etc. etc. The list goes on! I guess it's kind of humorous because I wanted to pack lightly for this trip and I seem to be doing quite the opposite. And yet, I am sure I will still find I am missing something very much needed once I get there.
Alright, I do believe it is time for me to wrap it up! Word on the street is that they have a good many internet cafes in Kampala so hopefully I will not have a problem updating this page!
I can't believe I am leaving for Africa in just two days! This semester of planning has just flown by! Tomorrow will be my last day in good old Charlotte before hopping a plane (or planes I guess I should say) for Uganda. The whole thing is definitely still surreal. I keep wondering when the realization of all of this will finally hit me. I am a little bit nervous, but my excitement far outweighs any fears or concerns that I may have. I have complete faith that the Lord has it all under control.
Last night the Wekesa family came over for dinner. There is Candy, her husband, and their two amazing daughters. Candy is the woman that my mom and I met in, are you ready for this, at the Harris Teeter by my house in Charlotte.
Packing for this trip has been crazy! I don't know if I am over-packed or if I didn't pack enough. For those of you that know my mom well, she tends to lean a little bit more on the worrying side, (I love you mom!), so my pile of things to take seems to be multiplying as my my moms worries increase. I guess it's better to be safe then sorry. I snapped a quick picture of my packing in progress to give you guys a better idea.
I got toilet paper, anti-bacterial hand sanitizer, wipes, ziplock bags, a mosquito net, sun screen, insect repellent, a flashlight, a water filter, protein bars, gum, gloves, medications galore, a sleeping bag, scrubs, etc. etc. The list goes on! I guess it's kind of humorous because I wanted to pack lightly for this trip and I seem to be doing quite the opposite. And yet, I am sure I will still find I am missing something very much needed once I get there.
Alright, I do believe it is time for me to wrap it up! Word on the street is that they have a good many internet cafes in Kampala so hopefully I will not have a problem updating this page!
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