Sunday, May 15, 2016

10 Things I’ve Learned (and Relearned) Through Four Months in Uganda

I'm over halfway through my time here. When I realized that I got scared... so I wrote this post to make sure that I've actually learned something. 

1. I’ve learned more about being present and communicating with people from a different culture. I’ve learned that sometimes it’s really hard and sometimes you just have to sit there and laugh even though you have not idea what people are talking about... In the words of Mindy Kaling, “I sat at the table listening and smiling and saying nothing, like an upbeat foreign exchange student who spoke very little English.” You just have to show up.

Sometimes when you try to go for a walk here people accompany you... 
these dudes were super excited. Don't worry, they weren't excited 
because I was there, they were excited because there was a football game.
2. PSsssshhh is the best sound to use to scare the birds away from the sugar bowl. I learned this before learning that keeping the birds out of the sugar is hopeless.

3. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things. Pancakes. Bug nets. Bird songs. Avocados. Unlimited guavas. JBiebs playing in the market.Tea time twice a day every day.

4. I’ve learned to rely a little less on affirmation from other people. I have only one person here who is truly my peer in all senses of the word and it isn’t her role to affirm me… that doesn’t mean I have to walk around in a cloud of self-doubt.

5. I’ve learned that there’s freedom in working solo. Sometimes you want to have a manager who is around, but sometimes it is super nice to work solo because it means the dock can be your office, or the restaurant, or that random bench that has a super good view of the sunset. Even the dreariest work is beautiful when you’re sitting outside soaking up the sun (while wearing sunscreen, of course).

6. Be like that beetle next to your desk that has been trying to turn over for three hours and don’t give up. Or be the person who helps the beetle turn over because it really needs a hand. (The real lesson: beetle analogies/puns might make people stop reading.)

7. I’ve learned how to make a mean curry… no recipe needed, just give me spices, veggies, a pot, and a single burner. I can even make it by candlelight if you’d like.

Peeling potatoes in the dark. #safetyfirst 
8. I’ve learned how to paddle a canoe in a relatively straight line. This might actually be the most useful skill I’ve learned here. I feel like now I can really be a Canadian. I mean, what kind of Canadian can’t paddle a canoe in a straight line?

9. I’ve learned that I’m not as independent as I thought I was and it’s okay. It’s okay to appreciate phone calls with your parents and Facebook messages from friends. It’s okay to accept that you need to be a part of a community, even if that community is halfway across the world and not right where you are.

10. I’ve learned more about development in the past four months than I ever could in a semester of Uni. To be specific:
  •  Having limited funds is quite frustrating and a part of almost all development endeavors.
  • People are human everywhere.
  • People treat the poor with more respect here, but just like North America, they aren’t going to, necessarily sacrifice everything for community development.
  • NGOs naturally rise and decline.
  • That trend where the entire goal of an NGO is to leave the community is good… but it does have it’s faults.
  • Partnership is good. (too obvious?)
  • Be careful before arbitrarily making tourism a huge part of an economy because tourists are unpredictable and tourism rides heavily on politics… also unpredictable.
  • Just because somebody else is doing it better doesn’t mean you should stop or give up…. Follow their lead and keep going.
  • Aid workers are strongly opinionated and tend to think what they’re doing is the best… this is simply an attitude that keeps them doing what they’re doing because uncertainty freezes people and that might be even less helpful than being convinced you’re right.
  • Don’t worry too much about other people’s opinions of your work/NGO/local organization because their opinions really don’t matter.
  • Just because a community doesn’t seem poor doesn’t mean there isn’t room for improvement… communities at home need development too.
  • Our plumbing, electricity, homes, roads, schools, churches- are the framework for our lives- improve those because they’re a lot easier to fix than the deeper issues… when these things improve the other, more complicated issues can then be dealt with.
  • Money matters, learn how an economy works and you’ll have a strong foundation to build upon.
  • Change comes from within but outside support is pretty great too.


Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Things I Love

Hiking and writing.

Hiking. Because when I’m on top of a mountain nothing else matters. The wind whistles through my hair and even if I’m all alone I’m in a place where it’s okay to be alone. There aren’t supposed to be other people on top of mountains. The tops of mountains are the places where not even the sturdiest of trees can survive. It's okay to be lonely up there and it's okay to not be perfect. It’s okay that I’m not who I wanted to be by now because I’m not even supposed to be there at all. There is nothing dignified about coughing your lungs up because you desperately need oxygen or sweating through your shirt. Some people say they like the climbing. I only go through that agony because I know that mountaintop high is coming. I know that there is something special in being someplace you’ve put effort into being. Maybe that is what I’m supposed to be learning from the rest of my life too. The friends you fight for are the ones you love the most. The job that requires the most effort is the most satisfying. Struggles make you stronger. Only when I’m hiking does the struggle lead so quickly to the satisfaction.

Writing. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s the only thing I know how to do when my world, the whole world, is falling apart around me. (It’s what I know how to do when I spend my day at a preschool filled with kids who could definitely use a few more vitamins, when I witness fatal car accidents, when I’ve said goodbye for the last time to somebody I love, when I’m not going back, when I realize that global warming is literally killing people, that famine is no joke, that I am selfish and think the world revolves around me). I know how to sit down, open my laptop and let out a stream of consciousness. Sometimes it makes sense and sometimes it doesn’t but I know that in those moments of struggle, just as in moments of joy, my hands will make the thoughts flitting about into something concrete, something that can be sorted through and organized. Writing is the only way I know how to meet myself. When I’m writing I can begin to figure out who I am. I can see the common threads running throughout my thoughts. I can admit what is wrong. I can force myself to see what’s right. I can admit that the world is broken but I can also see where God is working.


I love hiking and I love writing because they make me love the world. They make me love the struggles, the successes, the failures, the belly laughs, the tears, the job applications, the job rejections, the daydreams. They make me love the mess of tangled chords that make up my life. Sometimes that mess is pretty damn hard to love so I think I just might keep on hiking and I just might keep on writing.



I wanted to post these photos but I didn't know where... so here's a little glimpse of the last mountain I climbed.
That in the background is Mt.Sabinyo, it took us 9 hours but we climbed all three peaks.

We didn't get many pics because of the rain but trust me, it was even more epic than this photo makes it look.

Does it look like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff? That's because I am. We spent about three hours climbing almost vertical ladders in the rain. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Johnson is in the DRC, I'm in Uganda and Rachel is in Rwanda. Not often a hike takes you to a country you've never visited before.

Within 30 minutes of finishing we had declared that we wanted to do it all over again. What a beaut of a place.