So I’ve been staring at this blank page (well iPad) for the last 15 minutes puzzling over how to best update you on the last month. Then the wonderfully overused phrase ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ came to mind. If this is true I’m about to save you a good few hours of your life.
When leaving for Kampala I set up a shared iCloud photo stream (I love apple) for Geoff, my wonderful boyfriend. A photo for every day. 85 days of purpose. Rather than telling you every detail of the last month, in no particular order this is a snapshot of my world, through the eyes of my photo stream (with a few others thrown in).
This is what they call no-power studying.
The embarrassing story behind this picture, is that after posting the photo into Instagram with some strong statement of how even a lack of power will not stop me, my neighbour walked in and let me know there was not a powercut I just hadn’t bought more electric. Oops.
They make me laugh, cry, scream and shout, you name the emotion, the roads of Kampala have made me feel it (I’ve been working on my road rage, and am doing very well actually).
He’s a couple of pictures though to help you feel the emotion.
There are certain things you lose track of whilst being away from home for an extended period of time. The rugby was not one.
I’m currently living in Busega, Kampala. It’s a relatively safe, friendly area, but isn’t your standard muzungu (white person) area. This means I get a reality check every time I walk out my front door. I’ve seen someone caught stealing being beaten horrifically (there is a wide belief that if someone is take to the police but can pay a bribe they’ll be released with no justice), not knowing where it is coming from I often hear the screams of women and children, and finally I interact with children like the little chap below who are in great need of medical care with no one to pay fees.
The way I write may sound nonchalant, this could not be further from the truth. My heart breaks consistently for all that I see. There are the little everyday acts I can commit to help see a change, even on a very small scale for the three months I am here, but more importantly I am currently honing my strengths and trying to learn all I can (removing ignorance and naivety) to make the widest long term impact and bring the most hope.
I’m going to make a wild guess and say currently about 85% of my diet is fruit and vegetables. I live about a mile from a market that sells avocados for about 12 pence, mangos for 25, a bag of tomatoes for 20 etc etc. I love it. On the rare occasion I get bored of these delights or an animal crawls out of my fruit (see below), I set myself to make something a little different. Pictures below are of an American night and then a Mexican night of food I created.
First animal in my mango.
A strange thing to include as a part of my month? You would not believe the hours I’ve spent chasing cockroaches around my flat with ‘Doom’ bug spray, washing the ants out of my toothbrush and hanging fly catchers around the kitchen. This picture is a warning to all the bugs that intend to mess.
Well this may not have been this last month, but I haven’t yet posted about the day of treats I received from Geoff. He seriously sets the standard, even from the other side of the world he spoils me in the most perfect ways. First roses.
So the main reason I’m here and the largest part of my last month, spending time with some of Kampala’s best leaders. Men and women of passion, hope, tenacity, faith and love. These guys are going to change the face of Kampala as we know it, and it has been an honour working with them these last couple of months.
Next post is about my Kampala giveaway so keep posted for more information.