Thursday, April 28, 2011

You must judge a woman by the taste of her soup.

A bull who wants to die licks an axe.

Flies and maggots have never respected the coffins of dead kings.

A dispute between a wildebeest and an antelope cannot be arbitrated by a hungry lion.

A hunter who never shares his kill does not scream when a leopard attacks him.

A dog with a bone in it's mouth cannot bite you.

An elephant can never fail to carry it's tusks.

An ugly girl does not become old at home.

Death is a scar that never heals.

Do not belittle what you did not cultivate.

Familiarity is like the sea that kills the fisherman.

He who hunts two rats catches none.

If you climb up a tree you must climb down the same tree.

If he throws his only spear at you, it means he does not fear you.

If you have decided to eat a dog, eat a fat one.

In the home of the coward they laugh while in the home of the brave they cry.

Old men sit in the shade because they planted a tree many years before.

One who keeps saying 'I will listen and obey' will be cooked with the corn cob.

Only a fool tries to jump in the fire.

The lucky eagle kills a mouse that has eaten salt.

Water that has been begged for does not quench the thirst.

 

I have come across many Ugandan proverbs that amuse me or leave me slightly bewildered. I have come across only one that inspires me.
 
One who sees something good must narrate it.
 
Does that inspire you also?
 
It sits in the back of my mind as I write, reminding me that there is a story that I have to tell and that the words I use can empower, uplift and create change.
 
It is too easy to bring others down, to hate ourselves and to live in the negative. Things can never change, life is too hard, I can't do anything about it, I'll never be good enough. These statements and thoughts are all too common.
 
Seeing the good in others, talking about the good things that are happening around the world seem counter-cultural. You only have to look at the media to see that we value the bad news more than the good.
...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things. Philippians 4:8

I think the bible has it right.
 
So today enjoy a good news story and feel free to tell others about it and believe that your words can empower, uplift and create change.

 
Nakivale HOPE Nursery and Primary School started in 2007 as a project between Australia HOPE International www.ahi.org.au and Pastor Willy and Anne in Nakivale Refugee Settlement, southern Uganda.
 
The refugee camp is for long term refugees who come from many countries - Kenya, Sudan, Burundi, Rwanda, Democratic Republic of Congo, Somalia and even some IDP's (Internally Displaced Persons) from within Uganda.
 
When we started the project there were hundreds of kids meeting under trees and in falling down mud brick buildings which also served as a church. Teachers were not paid and had no resources.
I visited Nakivale on my first mission trip to Uganda with HOPE in 2008. At that stage HOPE had built a block of three classrooms and block of toilets (pit latrines of course!). The kids had no desks and would sit on bricks that they would cover with scraps of plastic so their clothes didn't get dirty. The kids performed for our group and we gave them worming tablets and balloons. These kids broke my heart.
 
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We stayed in Nakivale for several days and I met a guy called Mandela. He was 16 and had lived in the refugee camp since he was 6. His family was from DRC and he didn't have any hope of them ever going 'home'. He could speak 7 different languages and impressed me greatly. All he wanted was to go to senior school. To go to senior school he had to board in an expensive school outside the camp - he didn't have the money - so no school. (Our vision at HOPE is to build a senior school that will allow young people like Mandela to finish their studies). I don't know what happened to Mandela - I don't know if he is still in the camp - I hope that he was able to go to senior school.
 
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I may not know the outcome for Mandela but going back to the camp with Anne a few weeks ago I was blown away by the difference in the school. Since 2008 the transformation in both the students and the school environment is a vivid reminder of why HOPE does what it does.
 
A couple of moments stand out as highlights of my visit.
 
I went to take a look at the Nursery section of the school (ages 3-6ish) which is still using the mud building that is also the church. I found myself followed by a large portion of the student body (we happened to visit right in the middle of exams, so exams were suspended and all students had 'break' while we were there) and I felt a bit like the leader of a parade. The students showed me into their 'classroom' and the older students organised the younger ones to sit down on the mats and to listen to me speak. I, now faced with a group of between 100-200 students with limited English, decided to launch into a question and answer session of 'what animals can you find in Australia?'. The success of this time was limited. So thinking quickly, I decided to teach a song. It happened to be the same song that our group taught in 2008. Which turned out well because students knew it and we had a bit of a sing-along. Seeing as this was such a success, I asked the kids to teach me a song. It seems they have a few in their repertoire. So we had fun and then the parade with me at the front went back to join the rest of the school.
 
My other highlight was coming across some of the P6 (the top class in the school - next year they will be our first Nakivale Primary School P7 graduates) students hanging out in their classroom. What excited me was the fact that we had a conversation in English. You might think that this is a given in a country where it is the official language taught in schools (and in fact the only language that is used to teach in). But when I meet kids, I struggle with many of them to communicate in a way that I am sure both of us understand. In fact, beyond 'how are you?', 'I am fine', I am never confident that my message is understood. Anyway, my point is that we had a chat about their exams and the school and how far away from the school they lived. In a country where if you want a good job, you need to have good English, these kids are well on their way.
 
I could probably say a lot more but I think I have said enough and will let my photos to the rest of the talking. Check out before and after!
 
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Let me finish by saying that we are by no means finished at the school. Like I said P7 starts next year and they need a classroom. The Nursery meet in a mud building that is actually a church (that's 120 kids under the age of 8 who are meant to be split into three classes). There is no working play equipment. Many of the students don't have desks (although now instead of sitting on bricks, they are sitting 5 to a 3 seater desk). There are not enough teacher resources. There are not enough rainwater tanks. That's not to mention the fact that there is no library or computer room, which would need solar power as there is also no electricity. Things that schools take for granted in places like Australia (and will be necessary in schools here soon enough) are a long way off. But it's through the support of people in Australia that we have got this far. And it will be through continued support that we see our vision of a finished school (or schools) come to pass.
 
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So, hope your week is blessed

and remember to empower, uplift and create change with your words

bron

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

the day of the proposal

 

I didn’t want to post this, this week. After all, last week was a serious topic and I don’t want to get people down or frighten them away from reading. However I didn’t feel right saving it for later either. This is current, this was what I did on Monday. So please forgive me and keep going on this journey with me.

 

A black box on a table under a makeshift marquee.

Food to feed hundreds.

Seemingly endless speeches in languages I do not understand.

Children playing.

We went to a burial. For a child of one and a half years. Anne, Abdul and I attended. There were not many tears. It is seemingly not cultural to cry. If it had been a Buganda funeral, I am told that there might even be professional criers brought in. This child was the youngest of four. His older brother who couldn't have been more than 3 came and sat on my lap as we waited under the tent for the lunch to be prepared. The eating happens before the service. This boy became my friend - he was very alert and greeted me in English.

I am not entirely sure how or why this young boy died. He had been sick for most of his life. When he was four days old he was taken to hospital where, although it turns out he didn't have malaria, he was given 17 injections of quinine. Later (and I'm not sure how much later this was) the parents were told it was a form of meningitis. The service didn't seem to be the place to ask all the questions that were in my mind, nor could I have asked if I'd wanted to as we don't have the same language.

Nor did it seem right to get out my camera and start taking 'snaps' (the word that is used here). As much as I would like to give you a photo of the black box on the table, you will just have to take my word for it that it was heart wrenchingly small and humble. A box covered in black material which had been tacked on by gold thumbtacks.

I was asked to drive the car to the burial site, and the small black box was loaded into the back seat of the car. Abdul came in the car with me and we drove, slowly along with the hundreds who walked and sang. We reached the trading centre and the box was carried out behind the buildings through matooke (banana) plantations until we stopped in the middle of one of them where there was a hole in the ground. Then there was more talking and more singing and this young child was laid to rest.

Some statistics on child mortality.

  • The under 5 mortality rate finally dropped below 10 million per year in 2006 - I'm not sure if this is something to be proud of as an international community.
  • Depending which statistics you look at between 22000 and 30000 children under 5 die every day (most of them in the developing world)
  • Of the 8.1 million under 5's who died in 2009, 4 million were from sub-saharan Africa.

 

About Child Deaths

Of the 8.1 million child deaths (under-5s) in 2009, the vast majority occurred in just two regions:

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Breaking that down further,

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Pasted from <http://www.globalissues.org/article/715/today-over-22000-children-died-around-the-world>

Some more numbers on the state of the world’s children

From UNICEF, the world’s premier children’s organization, part of the United Nations:

  • 2.5 billion people lack access to improved sanitation
  • 1 billion children are deprived of one or more services essential to survival and development
  • 148 million under 5s in developing regions are underweight for their age
  • 101 million children are not attending primary school, with more girls than boys missing out
  • 22 million infants are not protected from diseases by routine immunization
  • 8 million children worldwide died before their 5th birthday in 2009
  • 4 million newborns worldwide are dying in the first month of life
  • 2 million children under 15 are living with HIV
  • >500,000 women die each year from causes related to pregnancy and childbirth

Source: State of the World’s Children, 2010 , UNICEF, p.18-19. See also ChildInfo.

Pasted from <http://www.globalissues.org/article/715/today-over-22000-children-died-around-the-world>

If you have made it through these statistics - well done. If you are challenged by these statistics - that's great. If you do something about these statistics - even better.

One of the worst things we can do is think that there is nothing we can do to make a difference. All around the world there are people on the ground making a difference. If you don't want to be one of those people the easiest way to help is with your money. Sponsor a child, make a donation, do something (I'm in Uganda volunteering for Australia HOPE International www.ahi.org.au - feel free to donate there!). Make it your responsibility to educate yourself about the world - and not just about what Justin Bieber is doing.

 

And remember….

A black box on a table under a makeshift marquee.

Food to feed hundreds.

Seemingly endless speeches in languages I do not understand.

Children playing.

 

Enjoy a blessed week

:)bron

ps – sorry about the lack of photos – as mentioned above i didn’t feel right about taking them

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

When I am tired of the way things are...

 
I wrote this a few weeks ago when Bill was still here. We were asked by so many for school fees for their kids - the price of schooling here is comparable with the school fees that are paid in Australia, yet the earning power of even the lowest income family in Australia is so vastly different that comparisons are nonsensical. It’s hard sometimes to be seen as a dollar sign but then I have not lived life where being hungry is a motivation for asking for money. So I am continually learning about living by God’s grace and not in my own human understanding.
 
After someone else asked if we could help pay school fees for their child...
Sometimes I want to bludgeon the world with the truth - you know how it says in the bible that we are to speak the truth in love? - sometimes I want to yell it, scream it because it isn't nice and it isn't beautiful - it's ugly.
 
The truth?

Is that the dreams we are given at school - that we can be anything we want - are dreams of the first world. They are dreams that rich people dream. They are dreams that I can afford. Because I have a computer. Because I have owned a car. Because I went to school. Because even on low wage working part time I could afford to rent my own house. Because I live in a house made of bricks that can't be easily broken.
When we dream these dreams they are achievable, all that is required is a bit of hard work, not even all that hard, just a little bit of work.
 
I want to scream and shout and say that it's not fair. Why is okay that I will never have to wonder how I'm going to feed my kids or that I wont have to think about which one of them to send to school? Why do we have so much for so little struggle? Why can't we be satisfied with comfortable and give the rest away? Why do we complain about our lack?
 
But the truth in love?

That's hard. That requires something beyond me. Because I have been here so little time and already spoken to so many who just want their kids to go to school. Or money for a fan to move the stifling air in their tiny 4x8metre house. Or money for their next meal. And I just get angry that it is this way.

Truth in love.

Requires faith. That if I don't yell and scream that God will still open eyes. That God can do immeasurably more than I can hope for or imagine. That somehow, someone, somewhere will be moved to do something to help. That governments will change. That aid money will reach it's intended target. (Did you know that for every dollar in aid that developing countries receive, over $25 is spent on debt repayment?)

But here I can understand why faith is so a part of life. And why when something good happens - like you wake up and you are alive and able to work - it is God who is praised. Because it is all a miracle. If you get shoes, God has had a hand in it. If you are able to feed your children, He is good. If you succeed in school it is God's favour. Because all around you are examples of people still waiting for their miracle. It challenges me daily to be thankful for everything - because everything comes from God and in him we live and move and have our being.
 
So today (and daily), I choose to let go of my weapon of truth and choose instead to hang on to faith, hope and the greatest of all, love.
 
I guess I needed to get that off my chest. Most of the time I am not too overwhelmed – if it was all too much I don’t think I could be here. But I also meet those whose stories make it all worthwhile – I meet the ones we are able to help. And that makes it all okay.
These are some of those we are helping. If you also want to help out feel free to check out www.ahi.org.au
 
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Bless ya heaps
bron

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

people i know…

So I'm excited because I just found Windows Live Writer which makes making a blog easier. And now I know how to put in a break to stop text wrapping. Yay! (you don't know how long I spent trying to make pictures and text do what I wanted them to do).

As promised here are some of the people that you should get to know because I am sure to refer to them in the coming year.

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Joel - is the sound guy at church. He checks on whether he is hurting my eardrums. Africans like everything LOUD. But it is nice that he checks. It reminds me of Andy and James at home and unLtd nights. He also has amazing style – here we would say he looks smart. In fact everyone knows how to dress well over here – I always feel just a little bit daggy.

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Chris - pops in and out of the office all the time. He is the Teacher Supervisor for all our Australia HOPE International www.ahi.org.au schools here in Uganda. He checks on the schools and works to improve teacher and student performance.

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Abdul - last year received a boda boda (motorbike and local form of taxi service) through a loan organised by Australia HOPE International www.ahi.org.au. He now runs a taxi service and preaches on the street corners (not an unusual sight here). He, along with Pastor Willy, is the one who named me Kemigisha.

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Midiana - works in the HOPE office and has been there since 2008. She is getting married in May in Tanzania (I am going to be a bridesmaid) and will then live there so she will be very missed. She is also part of the church worship team and helps me learn the songs I don't know (sorry – did you see the bit where I said i was going to be a bridesmaid? In Tanzania? Wow!)

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Anne - is amazing! She is the one who really is the driving force behind the school projects here in Mbarara. She and Pastor Willy run Trust Children's Centre, which includes the 3 school projects, the boys home run by Dennis and Rebecca and accommodation and training for older street boys along with various other short term projects. Anne somehow also manages to study a business administration course part time.

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Latitia - is the new trainee in the office as Midiana is about to leave and get married. She has finished a degree in Development Studies and also interprets for church services. She is also very excited to be able to pump me for information on how to do new things on the computer.

So they are just a few of the hundreds of people (that may be an exaggeration – but it is a church of a couple of thousand people so, many more know me, than I know them) that I have met since being here. Maybe in a couple of weeks I’ll do an update and let you meet a few more of the people I know. So apart from that it’s been a fun week. I’ve found that Windows Live Writer is not as good as expected (and the text wrapping thing obsolete) but I hope you like the ‘snapshot’ style photos. See you next time Smile

Have a blessed week,

Luvbron