Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Rumbles in the Earth

On Wednesday night, the very same evening of the Egyptian revolution, Uganda had not one but two earthquakes (the first at 5.7 and the second at 5.4)! There was one on Tuesday too, but we didn’t feel it on our side of the country; the epicentre is in a western district called Hoima. 


Kids on the steps of the “Low Club Boys” dormitory

Visitors from the Ministry of Education
We’ve had four visits from the district assistant inspector of schools, who is a personable man who laughs joyously every time I speak Lusoga. He checks up on whether we have qualified teachers, if there are hand washing facilities outside the latrines, how big the gaps under the doors are (for snakes to fit under; considering the doors are open all day I don’t entirely see the point, but whatever), and so on. On one visit he came with representatives from the Ministry of Education in Kampala, in order to continue the process of getting Kasozi Nursery and Primary School fully licensed. The school is registered, but needs to be licensed to hold national exams onsite. Businesses and organisations are licensed differently in Uganda than in Australia. In Australia you do all the paperwork first; in Uganda you need to prove you’re doing the work, and then you get the go ahead to start the registration process.

Alamo Grace pumping water


Visitors in June
Our director, Duncan, has come and gone again. This time he came along with a guy called Danny, Danny’s 10 year old Taylor, and Duncan’s friend Scott. They spent two and three weeks here, respectively; Duncan extended his stay by a week so that Bryan and I could have a break. The presence of Duncan and Kateh in Kasozi Village transforms the kids – relieving us from the moods and games.

Too cool for school
Oyet is one of our older boys. Like many of the kids, he does not care about participating in home life or obeying rules. I managed to get him and his friend Okema to sit through church by confiscating Okema’s radio, leaving their other friends in hysterics as they slipped away from the discipline.  When God revealed that not only were kids stealing food from the garden, some had private plots on the UOF land (which is obviously for the Home!), Oyet’s moods were particularly sour. After quickly communicating to Duncan, we met with the two employed gardeners and re-explained the purpose of the garden, then stated the same at the Village Fellowship on Friday. (One of the gardeners quit shortly after.)

Having administered a lot of discipline lately, Bryan and I have had opportunity to explain the difference between unforgiveness and discipline; and to emphasise to the kids that they largely determine whether the Home is a positive place to live in or not.  So we might not be the most popular people right now, but we are going to leave when we’ve put in every effort to instil a sense of: responsibility, thinking of the future, contributing to community, and discipline in character development. Many days we are too busy or overwhelmed to have that personal impact, but it remains our desire.  By God’s grace we will fulfil our little piece in the puzzle.

Back to Oyet: his desire is to be a driver. UOF is all about equipping the kids to take the direction for the future that they want. When Oyet finished primary school at the end of the year, we will send him to driving school, and then he will be free to find work and move on with adult life.  Pray for us as we prepare him mentally and practically for the transition. (You may be wondering why we have such old kids, such as Oyet who is 20, still in primary school. It is common among poor families because they can’t afford to send the kids to school, thus they start late, and the child will likely stop and start school along the way, depending on finances. In Oyet’s case, he is also from the previously war-torn region.)

The next Home manager is about to arrive!
This month a lady called Beckie is going to start her six month stay. We’ll have about four months (depending on when my US visa is approved) to guide her in Ugandan culture and the running of the Home.  Duncan will be back for part of that time, in September.  

Bryan continues to put his practical skills to use by cutting down a tree, sorting out electrics, and the unending task of vehicle maintenance.  I’m not sure Beckie will know how to do those things, so hopefully nothing goes wrong until a mechanic comes to UOF or someone who knows how to negotiate the maize of local labour. (Anyone want to come and look after maintenance over Christmas?!)




  We have lots you can be praying for with us:
-      -    The children and staff to contribute to a homey environment
-       -   Our wisdom in transitioning the young adults like Oyet
-        -  Finding the right times for ‘duties’ so that we can enjoy the kids or rest, uninterrupted
-        -  Continued health of the 120 kids
-        -  Opportunity for one-on-one conversations, particularly with the teenagers

Thank God, there has been a bunch of answered prayers too:
-        -  We got more teachers, who seem good. The morale of head teacher Mr Odida has hugely picked up and he is working well with the new teachers
-         -  Duncan came with intentional and likeable visitors (one became a board member and the other was key in finding out key players in the ‘games’)
-          - There have been few medical emergencies, though malaria has been reasonably prevalent
-         - Bryan and I are on a break
-          - And a personal bonus – I got to play with the twin girls of one of the Jinja Pregnancy Care Centre ladies, Harriet, on Sunday evening while she was in hospital with the baby brother, Kiiza Joshua if you remember the bubs, who sadly has sickle cell anemia (horrible!).

Finally, let me leave you with a foundational verse; a truth that puts life in perspective and reminds me of God’s nature, regardless of how well I see His work in my present circumstances. It’s found in 1 Corinthians 1:20-25


“Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know Him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe. Jews demand miraculous signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness for Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength.”

And in His wisdom, God gave us choice. The kids have choice, and we have choice. When we all follow the commandments to love God and love one another, life is sweet; in the meantime, let us use our choice to be obedient and love people (because we know God works through people) enough that, at minimum, they have the chance to live life to the full. 

Peace.

Friday, 4 January 2013

Season's Highlights


Dear friends and family

Welcome to 2013. I trust you had a beautiful Christmas and New Year celebration. The past few weeks have been pretty sweet for Bryan and I. We’ve been able to catch up with a few people and (hoorah!) even got guidance on what to do for work for 2013. Our friend Duncan, the founder and director of Uganda Orphans Fund which has the orphanage/school in Kamuli District, needs some help. And here we are – willing and available!

It’s been really nice to have contact with some of you over this time. I’m prone to missing you in such seasons, so it’s a real booster to get a note, a message, or a call. Thanks so much.

So what are the key events of the past month, this glorious Christmas season? Let me tell you...

A birthday mate for Bryan

On the evening of Bryan’s birthday, 10th December, we got a call from our friend Vikash that Shalu had just delivered a baby boy. It’s their first baby – there’s still some debate about the name, but I think they’re settling with Vaishnov as the first name.  A “v” either end for “victory”. The pregnancy and the delivery were scary times for mum and baby (actually, I think Vikash was most scared – but least at risk). I saw them that Thursday at the hospital; and again last Friday once they were home. He’s a cute little thing, and he sure likes to have his eye on his mother. 

Brave young Bill 

I met with Bill and his uncle in the city, although they stay with an uncle in the next district. He is moving well on crutches and looking healthy; it seems his morale has greatly improved. Thank God he enjoys and has a talent for drawing. He has since CARE4Kids days. We had a lovely time chatting, updating one another on each one’s life, seeing if we knew the same cartoons, and so on. Bill’s English is getting really good, so most of the conversation was in lzungu, fortunately for me. I gave Bill a full bag of games, puzzles and drawing books. That should help keep him occupied, entertained, and somewhat mentally stimulated while he waits to go back to school. They plan to put him back in school next year. They’ll continue to stay with the uncle’s uncle until Bill gets the artificial limb (which the doctors gave the go ahead for just yesterday), then return to the uncle’s family in Jinja. Quite a year for a 13 year old!



 Kasozi village Christmas

Christmas itself was spent at Kasozi Village, where Bryan and I are going to work for the next few months. We drove up there Christmas Eve, thanks to the use of Bob’s car while they’re away. Unfortunately, it broke down just half an hour outside of Jinja. We were driving up a series of hills, and the car just stopped. It wouldn’t clutch start and none of the electrics would work. We called a mechanic from Jinja, and in the meantime had at least 10 people come and give their 2 cents worth on what was wrong with the vehicle. Fortunately, where we had rolled back down the hill to happened to be near water and a village mechanic (yay God!). So as we waited we were able to get some basic things checked, which didn’t actually help but it did eliminate some options. I think it must have been the highlight of the day for that little section of village. The men and children gathered around, leaning in to have a look at the inside of the bonnet. A few threw out that it “definitely” needed a new this or that (yeah right!) then finally the Jinja mechanic rocked up with 3 buddies. Fortunately, one of these mechanic buddies was good at the electrics and did get the car going. At first they assured us that the car would only work once, so we had to go back to Jinja driving carefully with them. We insisted that we needed to keep going because it was Christmas (not ignorant to mechanic games) and funnily enough, the car was able to be fixed properly. After just 2 hours of breakdown, we were back on the road again. Up hills, across the plains, through a minor river, and finally to the Kasozi Village property.

We were warmly greeted by the head teacher, Mr Odida Morris, who sat and chatted with us for a while until we went off to hang with the kids. Duncan and Rob got back shortly after, but the kids rushed up to send them out again for Christmas flowers. I’d heard them talking among themselves about who was supposed to have asked for them already, and failed, and seen the blame get shifted around, and now here it was. We needed to get “Christmas flowers”. They made spring motions with their hands to try and explain the necessary Christmas decoration, and finally resorted to directing us as to where we could find them. Bryan did indeed find them –shiny foil decorations that could be thrown around a tree or hung from the ceiling, that did in fact spring apart as the hand motions suggested. Other Christmas necessities included balloons, string, sweets (which we had come with, phew!) and branches. What an interesting day!


 
Christmas day was a delight. The kids got up at 3am, or some ridiculous hour, to continue cooking the food that they had started preparing the day before. A “proper” Christmas lunch includes matooke, rice and chicken. For breakfast the kids’ request was “dry tea” (black tea) and mandazi (fried bread), which they made themselves. It was the first time for some of them to know what baking powder is; I informed them of the purpose when some held out their hand for the special sugar. That would’ve been a taste surprise!
 
Before the church service we praised God in song and dance. I’ve got the hang of Busoga and Baganda dancing, but the northern dances (many of the kids are from Gulu or Soroti) are a whole new thing. Seriously, it’s a work out! You stamp your leg, jump, thrust your body, and push with your hands. I didn’t last very long before I decided to go and see where Bryan was. The kids are the ones to direct the service, which they do quite well at. They’re not without their problems, but there are some very mature and spiritually attuned kids in Kasozi. Duncan, Rob and Bryan all preached, followed by a time of ministry in which we adults prayed for any who wanted. It’s always a treasured moment for me to see people seeking God, because I know they have and will find more of Him. Lives are getting put back together in a new order, piece by piece.



Bryan and I made good friends with a few of the kids. Hopefully this sets a positive foundation for a productive time being part of their lives 2013.

Christmas presents to care4kids

I once again got to have the joyous position of being the distributor of gifts from you. We split them into 4 groups: big girls, young girls, big boys, young boys. Then they had to answer a  question: why do we give presents at Christmas time? Of course they got it: God gave us the gift of Jesus, we remember that gift in our giving, and likewise we give gifts to show our love and appreciation for one another. So they know that the gifts are a sign of your love for them – what a valuable lesson to grasp.


Let us thank god for:

- A safe and joyful Christmas season
- Guidance of where to work in 2013
- Fausta’s girls, Nangiro and Lapuche, are in the top few in their classes
- Presents and the love they represent for CARE4Kids children
- Clarice’s mum and sister visiting
- Steve got a job. Now he, Kelly and Amulet can find where to live and school from
- Baby Vaishnov’s birth, and his and Shalu’s health
- God’s protection in all our travels and activities

Let us pray for:

- Fausta’s leg, which is getting the cast off in the next 2 weeks
- Loke (Fausta’s husband) was operated on and has not recovered well. He’s back in hospital for the second time since getting discharged after the operation
- Bryan and my orientation and settling into working life at Kasozi Village
- The hearts of matrons, staff and children towards one another in the orphanage homes
- Provision of school needs prior to the start of term at the beginning of next month



L-R: Night’s firstborn, Lapuche, Mary, Night (Fausta’s sister), Muya, Nangiro

Enjoy the rest of the holiday season!
Love Emily