Wednesday, September 29, 2010


This photo is, believe it or not, fairly candid. We were all cracking up at the one we'd just taken, in which we were making some epicly hilarious faces. Since they wouldn't appreciate me putting that one up, I figured a happy smiling shot was safe.


My two little friends...James on the left, Faith on the right. I honestly can't tell if James hates being tickled or loves it.

Off to the clinic.
Today as I made my daily trek down to the clinic, I realized something. As the sun beat down and the wind off of Mount Kadam whipped my skirt around my legs, I noticed that something was different. As I stepped into the icy water of the culvert and walked on dry rocks that for the past months had been entirely submerged, it definitely seemed like it had really come. Maybe not entirely, but it's close.

Yep. Dry season.

Friday, September 24, 2010

I am currently reading a very interesting book all about the problems with the Western world's relationship with "Africa". Aside from some geographical difficulties (referring to the region of problem as "Africa", when in fact, he seems to be dealing largely with the issues in East and South Africa), the book is, so far, very good. I've zizzed through a lot of it - partially because I know all the pre-argument facts, and partially because it makes me very sad to read all of those miserable statistics. People are dying, getting sick, and living in poverty. I've seen it with my own eyes and don't want to dwell on it any more than is necessary.

This book, however, falls in nicely with my readings in the book of Ephesians. In that particular letter, the writer, Paul, is primarily concerned with unity in the church - especially between Gentiles and Jews. He encourages them to treat all as equals, that Christ breaks all man-made barriers, and that we are called to love.

A big problem that I have observed living here in Uganda (not in "Africa") is divisions. Tribalism is a big problem. I was recently told that there are 42 recognised languages in Uganda - that's at least 42 tribes. Within those tribes are clans. Within those clans are families. Within those families are individuals that are feuding and distrustful of eachother. So many divisions! So many reasons to dislike and fight with eachother. In the book I'm reading, it said, "It is thought that Uganda, a smallish country of around 25 million people, could still probably feed the whole of Africa if commercially farmed." (Giles Bolton, Africa Doesn't Matter) That sentence, besides making me think "What does he mean by 'Africa'?" and "Yeah! Represent!!!!" also made me wonder how much potential this "smallish", wonderful little pearl could do if united.

But what does it say in Ephesians? "For he Himself (Christ) is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility...and might reconcile us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby killing the hostility." (ch.2, vs. 12-16) In Christ we are FREE of all of those barriers - those petty restraints. As a church, we are ONE. We are a whole body, the bride of Christ.

So how does this play out in a place where there are so many walls between people? Walls that have been built up over years and years of feuding? Walls that separate people that may have never heard the gospel? How do we build a church out of the broken-up people?

As foreigners/mzungus, we are so far outside of all the local "divisions" that we all just get clumped together in a pile labeled "white people". That can be a real asset. We're just some rich people from a place far, far away. We aren't really a part of the tribalistic structure - we have a category all our own.

For instance, one of my father's employees started a savings account with my mother. He is, as far as I know, entirely uneducated, and had very little scope of the actual amount he had saved. He would bring his little bit every so often, and my mother would keep a close record of how much that was. Why did he trust her? How did he know that she wouldn't sneak off some of his money on the side? Is there a chance that, in representing Christ, we mzungus are considered trustworthy?

I really hope so. Please pray for unity among the tribes here, and that our witness would shine out here - that our differences would be a help to our ministry and not a source of estrangement. May the church be ONE!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Old days
Smile.

Simple innocences
Whisper like grass-stems
Breaking
Crunchy leaves snap
Like fingers to a beat.

Dancing on hardwood floors
(Clunk-clunk)
Sliding with socks
On hand and foot
Boom
Hit the wall
Beatbreaker,
Soundmaker,
Slap!
Fighting, scratching,

Musicking the waves,
of half step, treble cleff.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Ten-and-eight. Yep, that's me. Eighteen. When I was little, I wanted to be eighteen. When I was a preteen, I wanted to be eighteen. Yesterday, I wanted to be eighteen. And now I am.

So far, I've celebrated by
- eating scrambled eggs with maple syrup
- wearing a headband that I like
- getting a really cool necklace. Really.
- getting a really cool mug.
- making really good soup.
- running around in the rain in heels. (anna's heels, incidentally.)
- going through my 2007 - 08 scrapbook
- drinking real coffee. Twice.
- teaching Faith and James. I do that pretty much every day, but it was still pretty celebratory
- carrying a bag of maize across the overflowed culvert
- eating roasted maize on the way home from the clinic
- singing "The Gambler" at the TOP of my lungs on the way home

So far, so good. A lot of random things that were just kind of extra-fun. I do most of them every day, or at least once a week.

I've been told many times that being ridiculously excited about getting older is a passing phase. But guess what? Next year I'm going to be NINEteen. Even better.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The one legged chicken is named Trixie.

That fact is funny enough in itself. The actual bird is a subject of immense hilarity. It hops along on one scrawny claw, it's other leg stub flapping uselessly as if the departed leg was still joined with it. Apparently 'Trixie' is the generally accepted name, 'Mary' being the second choice.

When I first met Trixie, she was hopping into the banda where I was teaching, squawking horribly. She managed to get stuck under the cabinet as we tried to chase her out, and had to be pulled out. We set her free and laughed until we cried at her funny little hops. I leaned against the doorframe, cracking up entirely at the poor crippled bird.

She went something like this: Hop. Squawk. Fall over. Scramble to feet- or rather, foot. Hop-hop. Flip out for no apparent reason and go hopping across the yard. Fall flat on beak.

A girl walked out of a nearby banda and stared at me in shock as I chuckled helplessly. She looked at the chicken and said to me in utter disgust, "See how it suffers."

Now, I'm not really sure how it could be in much torment. It just hops around and occasionally goes berserk, just like the other chickens. My laughter ceased, however, when I noticed that she was serious. The girl looked up at me, indignantly furious. "You can really see how God punishes."

I gave it up after that and went back to class. That poor chicken, to be under such judgement.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Little James turned three on Saturday, an event that was celebrated quietly at the house of Elisabeth and Kyalo on Saturday night. I dressed up a bit, figuring the gesture would be appreciated, and trudged through the mud and water down to the clinic.

I had been told dinner was at six, so I came early at six thirty to help with the setup. My outfit was duly admired and appreciated - by wearing nice clothes I was showing that I thought this was a special event. At seven, Kyalo sent Faith to get the other guests. They all came piling in and immediately segregated - men at the table, women on the benches by the wall. Kyalo offered thanks and we started up the buffet of chicken, rice, chapati, matooke, and beans (with eggplant!). According to custom, we ate as much as we possibly could - going into Unfillable Stomach mode. This wasn't hard, as Elisabeth's cooking is absolutely heavenly. Whoever says that African food is bland is sadly wrong. I decided to calm down after fourths.

A wonderful cake was presented, cut, and passed around. Tea cups followed, as did Elisabeth with a thermos of tea and the sugar. We chatted about various wild animals, and exchanged stories. James unwrapped his presents with much difficulty and immediately gave them away to the various guests, who smiled and thanked him, then slipped them back to Elisabeth.

Slowly, the various guests trickled out the door, until the remaining few decided to call it a night. We walked out, waving our goodnights to everyone, gumboots squelching deliciously on the path.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The other day, as I was walking to the clinic, I was hailed by a small shepherd boy I sort of know.

He called out: "Rachel! Hi!"

"Hi! How are you?"

"Fine! Give me your jacket!"

"No!"

"When will you give me clothes? When I come to your house?"

"No. I'm not giving you any clothes."

By now he was following me down the road.

"You will give me clothes tomorrow when I come to church."

"No. I told you, I'm not giving you any clothes."

"Then I won't come to church! I won't come if you don't give me anything!"

"Then don't come! God is angry with you if you only come to church to get something. You know why I go to church? I go because I love Jesus. His word says, 'Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.'"

"It is true."

"So will you come to church?"

"I'll come if you give me candy!"

I looked back and shook my finger at his gleaming smile.

Although it seemed that my haphazard Sunday school lecture was entirely wasted on him, I saw him in church this morning.

Friday, September 17, 2010

We all have that moment. That door-swings-open-and-you're-finally-home moment. You step up to the door and swing it wide, calling an end to whatever work you'd been up to at that point. Maybe a little bit of stress still hunkers over your shoulder, but you're home. You can now leave it behind you and relax.

For some, this is an exhilarating experience. Maybe you had a really good day and you're just ready to keep it going. You just can't contain that joy, that excitement. You just HAVE to burst it out and all over Creation - in song!

My advice to you is: Don't do it. Don't sing out your joy of finally being home. Hold it back. Restrain yourself. It doesn't matter if you're having a Whitney Houston moment - keep it together. Because there is ALWAYS someone nearby - whether it be in the house or outside - who, maybe, did not have such a great day and really doesn't want to hear how great yours was.

Or maybe that person is doing something that needs quiet. Say, your father is meeting with the Local Chairman. Or your sister is having piano lessons. Maybe your mom's just not feeling well. Either way, keep a lid on it. Hum if you really need to, but keep it quiet.

All this I say from a LOT of experience, particularly specific experiences, in fact. Trust me.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I have an art studio.

Granted, sometimes it becomes a library, a research lab, pilates room, or (and most often) a coffee shop of some kind. But I like to think of it as my studio. I have canvas rolled and stacked, paintings hung from everywhere, and random statuettes and carvings that constantly serve as models. There is a MASSIVE pile of photography books on the desk - again, models. I have my watercolor, acrylic, and oil palettes propped up proudly to show the world that I'm cool like a real painter, plus my various stashes of brushes that kind of end up all over the room.

Lamp at just the right angle. A rug for sitting on while painting. A chair covered with a bright yellow wrap for when the rug thing gets old. I like to lie on the floor and let the ideas flow in, collecting in the drain of my mind.

Oh, and there's a bed in there too.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

This blog has, so far, largely been just a collection of stories - things that have happened in my life. I see nothing wrong with that, but I realized that it isn't very helpful when people want an actual update on what I'm doing. From now on, I'll try to actually write about what's going on.

So. I'm going to India. Some time around early November, so I can be there for Diwali. I'm not solid on the details yet, but I'm going.

I hope this is the last time I blog about blogging. Writing about what you're going to write about is a tad strange.

Monday, September 6, 2010

An exciting way to have an adventure is to find an interesting way to do a fairly not-interesting thing. Rejecting is my current favorite - the dance craze, not as in actually rejecting anything. If we stop somewhere, I try to find an interesting thing to reject on. Or just some way to make the reject more interesting. (and, of course, all of these are going to be chronicled in the B.o.A., in case you were wondering.

So far, I have stopped, stepped and done the reject:
- On a trash heap
- While holding a banana over my head
- On an international monument
- While playing badminton
- On the trampoline
- On the carpet in the kitchen
- in the back of a pickup

Most of those aren't very interesting. But I'm going to keep trying.
Interesting things are constantly happening to me. I'm not sure why. All I know is that every experience I have is a chance to have another adventure.

And, of course, each one is now chronicled in the Book of Awesome.

Some of the latest:

131. Paged someone in a department store.
It was very exciting. I grinned like an idiot the entire time, even though I was trying to convince the guy that we really couldn't find Mary.

134. Jumped on a wet moon bounce that was slowly deflating.
Have you ever jumped on a moon bounce in the rain? It's definitely a hazardous sport, for it is almost impossible to land once you've jumped - your legs simply fly out from under you.

122. Took a wok on a piki. (clever pun, clever pun...)

126. Took a tour of a mosque, unveiled and in the mens' section during prayers.
The guy in question knew my father, so it was totally cool. Although I think the hajji was about to lose his chips entirely.

141. Found a World War monument entirely by accident.
This was only a few minutes ago. We were at the immiration office in Jinja and we noticed a strange pillar type thing in the middle of a field. We went to investigate, fighting our way through the thick greenery that was embracing its base. On it were the words "IN MEMORY OF THOSE WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES IN THE TWO WORLD WARS." There were the dates too, but of course I can't remember those.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I put out two candles using my sweatpants.

That was last night. This morning, one of them could be found across the room from it's original place, and the other was splattered all over the floor.

I laughed so hard I snorted, drooled, choked, and fell over.
 

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