I got lost on a boda again this weekend. My sense of
direction is awful and I trust boda drivers a lot, but it’s probably much more
of the former than the latter. Nevertheless, here are snippets of this
past weekend!
On Saturday, Kristi and I visited Edgar’s sister, Jane. She
goes to Namugongo Girl’s Primary School and it was visitation day for the
boarding school, which means the family gets to visit the child all day (but
the students can’t leave the campus). We also met Edgar’s mom, and she brought
us mangos, oranges, and cookies from Soroti, the village she lives in 6 hrs
away (~300km). It’s crazy that parents send their children so far away for
education at such a young age and only see them once a term [semester]. I can’t
imagine seeing my child for less than a week in a school year. I mean, teachers
are really important, but I guess I would want to be more involved in my own
children’s lives? But then again I was homeschooled and I guess there are
tradeoffs with each different education system. But Edgar’s mom is really cool!
She’s the director of a private international school in Soroti and is also
still studying, on top of baking some addicting cookies. Their family is just
super studious and accomplished, but also so kind and gentle.
Visitation Day!
Jane is so cute! And she guessed that my favourite subject
is math! When I asked her how she knew, she said I sounded like a math teacher
haha. Who knew so much truth can come from the mouth of a child? I always say this, but in our short 90 minute interaction, I was
reminded of how much I miss working with kids. They’re so trusting and innocent
and unpretentious… Why can’t everyone be like that? Jane showed us her
dormitory (there are five triple bunks in one room), and gave us a short tour of her campus. They wear the green uniforms during the week, keep their hair
short, and have mass/church three times a week (it’s a Catholic school I
think). Here are pics:
Bunkbeds
2 Cute
I went souvenir shopping at the Craft Market this weekend!
If you want something from Uganda, speak now or forever hold your peace. Here
are some things to choose from. If you want a boring t-shirt, let me know.
What Do You Want?
I also met Peace’s mom this weekend! She runs a tailor shop,
and she’s going to make some clothes for me. Since everyone else was tired, I
got to go downtown by myself, and it wasn’t as scary the second time. We picked
out the cloth at another shop and of course the indecisive me took awhile
choosing a pattern that would be appropriate to wear in the US. If there were
twenty shelves like this, how long would you take to choose a pattern?
Help Please
After visiting her shop and getting measured, I meandered
back to Bushpig by myself and that kind of cleared my mind. I guess I also miss
being alone and exploring places by myself, soaking in the environment around
me without commentary or conversation, being present to the people around me,
not pushed or pulled in any particular direction. It’s a crazy life here, and
one doesn’t get a lot of time to process everything on top of listening to the
experiences of others. That’s why I find myself blogging past midnight.
We’re going to Jinja tomorrow to collect data for the rest
of the week! Will update you when I get back. Thanks for reading, and
goodnight.
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