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Last Orphanage Walk

This morning was filled with mixed emotions. I was ready to get back to see my kids, but I wasn’t quite ready to leave these orphans. I said, “If I could, I’d bring them home with me.” The final packing was very somber. Jacque and I finished before the others were ready and asked if we could walk over to the kid’s house to see them one last time.

Last visit to the Orphanage

We walked like it was our last stride taking in every small thing. Here’s the African cows we passed everyday on our walk:

African Cow

African Cow

We wanted to take it slow, but also wanted to get to the kids quickly. The kids hollered with excitement when we rounded the corner and they saw us. I wanted to cry, but held it together. The kids were delighted to see us.

Carolyn, the orphan choir mistress (leader) and I

Carolyn, the orphan choir mistress (leader) and I

Orphans Saying Goodbye

Orphans Saying Goodbye

The older ones wanted to hug us their goodbyes. Some holding on to us with their eyes. It was difficult to smile. The younger ones had a quick greeting then disappeared to the far corner of the compound to play. As I visited with the older ones, I watched the younger ones building a fort-like tent our of a torn mosquito net, old plastic bags and trash. They tied the net to the corner of the fence at the same level to make a triangle roof to crawl under, Then they put trash on top to block the sun and laid plastic sacks underneath to cover the dirt. They were very busy building.

Homemade Shade Going Away Gift

Homemade Shade Going Away Gift

Later, I felt a tug on my hand. A little girl had come to get me. She didn’t speak English so I had to read her intentions. I’m sort of slow at that and it took her pulling my hand several times for me to get it. She led me to the sitting spot under the homemade shade. The thought crossed my mind, that they were honoring me, the oldest mama, by giving me a special seat that they created. After a minute or two, another went to bring Jacque too.

Orphans Worship as our Parting Gift

About the time we settled in, the vans came to get us. We gathered around the mango tree to share our goodbyes and tears and to sing a praise song once more before we left. This is the first song they taught us and it stuck. Here’s a video of them singing:

We took off toward Entebbe and stopped in Jenga for lunch and picking up a few souvenirs along the way. We were not making good time and drove into the night into Entebbe. It was our first real outing at night in Uganda because it wasn’t the safest for us to be out at night.

We made it through security, faking Chuck’s health all along the way. The team rested in the Entebbe airport for a couple of hours then started the loooong flight home, 22 hours and layovers. Not fun. Since we boarded at 11:30 p.m. I slept the first flight into Amsterdam. During the 4 hour layover in Amsterdam, Chuck laid down in a McDonald’s restaurant area and the team debriefed a little. I found a Starbucks and had my first taste of home, a no foam latte, and a chocolate croissant for breakfast.

On board again. Chuck was taking high potency pain killers along with the antibiotics like clock work. He also numbed the pain by watching back-to-back movies. We finally landed in Texas Thursday afternoon and called the doctor right away. We went to his office and he put Chuck in the hospital. We were so glad to be hospitalized IN Texas.

While Chuck was getting the treatment he needed, I spoke at a women’s prayer breakfast Saturday morning and Sunday morning our Uganda Mission Team (minus Chuck) gave a testimony about Uganda in both our church services. He was released Monday afternoon with plans for surgery later, when the infection was clear.

Orphan Adoption and Sponsorship

Mike and Jacque are looking into the adoption process to give Fiona a physical home since she already has an emotional one in their hearts. You can read more about their story here and on their Bring Fiona Home website. You can also sponsor an orphan, write to them and read letters from them. If interested, check out Elpis Ministries.

Fiona!

Fiona!

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Riding Around Africa

I slept very comfortably in a grass hut. During the night, if we had to use the toilet we walked outside to another hut with a concreted porta-potty kind of thing. It had a toilet seat concreted into a raised sitting spot that went straight into an underground tank. Comfy-at-night feeling.

Waterfall at Sipi Falls

Waterfall at Sipi Falls

Chuck didn’t sleep very well. The altitude sickness from the evening before wasn’t letting up. He was looking forward to getting back down the mountain this morning to see if he got better. Iganga’s elevation where the orphanage is based is about 3600 ft above sea level and Sipi Falls Lodge about 6700 ft in the foothills of Mt. Elgon in eastern Uganda, almost to Kenya. That’s nothing compared to 40,000 ft for about 22 hours flying there (link to flight post).

Early, James knocked to see if we wanted to hike up to the falls. I wanted to, but Chuck was feeling pretty bad so I stayed with him. James, Jacque and Mike took off to climb the slippery, red-mud slopes. It took them about two hours to make the hike to the second waterfall taking pictures and sliding most of the way.

After they left, I went to take a shower which was located in a separate grass hut. It was exquisite in decor. The shower head dripped over flat and smooth rocks where my feet went. The drain was hidden under the rocks. The hot water was non-existent. Well, there was occasional flash of warmer water, but it mostly felt ice cold like the water from the Sipi River. Since the weather was cold 50-60ish and rainy, I was VERY reluctant to jump in the shower. No hair washing today!

After re-packing my backpack, I walked up the hill to the main lodge for coffee and breakfast. I needed some warmth. Sipi Falls Lodge was like a royalty treatment in grass huts. The food was delicious and served with special yummy-ness. The total cost of this romantic getaway was about $60 a night per person and that included three meals.

Riding Around Africa

We loaded into the van for the ride home. The beauty of the valley below with the clouds wisping through was awesome. I was totally struck with the thought, “Hey, I’m riding around Africa!”

Driving the mountain

Driving the mountain

On the road, we came to a police check point. The police have stations where they stand on the side of the road stopping traffic whenever they have a whim. They wear camo, carry their AK-47′s, look over the van and ask questions like: Where are you going? Where have you been? What are you going to do? This time they made a request for us to give them a book. Cameron gave him his Bible, then he let us pass. I was pretty scared sitting in the back of the van watching another policeman watching the van. I found out after we were allowed to pass that Jacque was fearful too. (Sorry, no pictures were allowed of police. I didn’t want to get arrested!)

On down the road, Chuck saw monkeys in the forest trees. Jacque and I stuck our heads out the window to look for some. When we didn’t see them right away, we started making monkey sounds hollering into the trees as we whizzed by in the van. At that speed, who knows if I saw one or not. Maybe I did.

Celebration with the Orphans

With only a four hour trip home, we pulled into the missionary house to get ready for the party that night. We took streamers, animal crackers, cake mix and party balloons to have a party for the kids. A regular feast was fixed with rice, beans, chicken, beef, fish, cabbage, peppers, onions, ground innards (a pretty tasty paste made up of …, guess), and soda pop.

Party Streamers with the Orphans

Party Streamers with the Orphans

Chuck took a turn for the worse by the time we got him into bed. Fever spiked and decisions had to be made about doctor, clinic, or go buy some more of the same antibiotics he had already finished the day before. We opted to buy more medicine which anyone can buy without prescriptions in Uganda. We were to fly out the next day and it was already late into the night. He laid in bed while the kids prayed for him in the courtyard. They sang their prayer. Although I fretted about Chuck, their song was beautiful. Chuck dozed and the party began.

We ate played and visited with the kids. We witnessed the whole lot of orphans getting in trouble by Susan. The amount of respect she warrants isn’t to be trifled with. They mind. This might be the reason they are so respectful with us. It’s easy to see the love they have for Susan and her love for them. The party was a hit even though there were obstacles. We had a blast, but in our thoughts was the fact that this was the last night to see the kids.

Before bed we packed part of our bags for the trip home. Click to see more pictures on FaceBook.

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Travel to Romantic Sipi Falls for Rest

This morning we went had a good breakfast and went to the orphanage to finish setting up the solar lights and water filter (no more boiling their drinking water). We rode in the back of Phil’s truck, standing up holding onto the rack. Which is common. We saw many Uganda buses, flatbed trucks with rails where people stand and hold on. Every time we walked to the orphanage, we gathered stares from the people on the streets, but riding in the truck like this made us feel like we were in a real parade. “Watch the mzungus” (white people). We smiled and waved back to the people as we rode by. One must wave like a parade queen in Uganda anyway. The folding-fingers-over-palm wave is their way of calling their children to come to them. (Phil used this kind of wave to call me from the van to the porch to meet some school officials.)

Water Filter Barrel in Orphanage

Water Filter Barrel in Orphanage

After the few chores were finished at the kids house, we loaded back into the truck and went back to the missionary house. Everything was ready for our trip of rest. We reloaded into the van with an overnight bag and water bottles to go to Sipi Falls for a much needed rest. We really wanted to stay with the kids, but this scheduled respite was needed. We stopped to pick up Susan, her mother and baby Kaith then got on our way.

The drive was to be four hours in the direction of Kenya. That’s a long trip considering that every village uses huge speed bumps to slow traffic. That’s on top of the pot holes that take up most of the road. Phil said the roads will be fixed and reworked when an election is upcoming. I guess, politicians in every country want votes and do things to get them.

We rode in a new-to-the-ministry van that had “new” seats which were very comfortable. The drive took much longer because the van kept getting overheated. We stopped often to pour our water bottles into the radiator. Once we began to run out we had help form the locals who fetched the water from a river or somewhere that had dirty reddish water. The ground in Uganda is red and the water has a red tint. The dirt is sort of like the red clay stuff on the baseball diamond. Turns out the van was fresh from Tokyo and had some strange blanket over the radiator making it heat up.

Ocean of African Plains

African Dog Overlooking Ocean of African Plains

African Dog Overlooking Ocean of African Plains

As we approached Sipi Falls, mountains rose out of the plain. These mountains are not quite like any I’ve seen in America. They were beautiful like ours but different. Cows grazed and farmers walked the steep hillside working crops in places similar to the ones the goats and sheep bound from in Yellowstone. Once we were in the mountains and looked back, it seemed like an ocean of African plains laid below as far as the eye could see.

Uganda Orphan Mission Team at Sipi Falls

Uganda Orphan Mission Team at Sipi Falls

Uganda Orphan Mission Team at Sipi Falls

Eight hours or so later, our van finally made it to our overnight place. We pulled in and had a European lunch that should have been served at 1 but we were arriving at 5. That’s Uganda time again. One never knows what will happen or when. We ate “lunch” then hiked a short trail to a handmade cave under the first water fall. It had rained and the red dirt was mud. Sipi Falls was more like Slippery Falls.

European Elegant Dining at Sipi Falls

European Elegant Dining at Sipi Falls

Once we started out on the trail about 6 youths joined us to hold our hands and be tour guides. I had one on each hand to keep me from slipping. They were barefoot and kept solid footing the whole time. I might as well been in ice skates and I don’t skate! We slid back for dinner by 7:30. We dined in elegance in an African hut rustic meets Europe kind of place. European foods (A creamy fish soup to start off served with big crusty rolls and jam, followed by curried chicken and rice with steamed veggies, then brownies which were more of an unsweetened, bitter chocolate version, and African Tea. Chuck got altitude sickness and missed the meal.

 Grass Hut Experience

Grass Hut at Sipi Falls

Grass Hut at Sipi Falls

Inside Grass Hut at Sipi Falls

Inside Grass Hut at Sipi Falls

Grass Hut Keeping us Dry

Grass Hut Keeping us Dry

After dinner, I went with Chuck to our grass-roofed hut for the night leaving the team visiting with their African coffee and tea. It was raining and dark out, but we were amazingly dry in our grass hut. Once again, it was so elegant and quaint. The grass on the roof was at least 12 inches thick and the edge of the roof showed only the first inch wet. The bed and night stands were rocked into the hut with a foam mattress to rest on. The bathrooms were in a separate grass hut and the showers were in another.

Chuck and I at Sipi Falls

Chuck and I at Sipi Falls

Sipi Falls is a very romantic kind of place. We slept with the roar of the waterfall lulling us to sleep. Through our opened door, the morning light held a splendid view of the falls with beautiful foliage surrounding.

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Sunday Worship, Dinner and Gifts

Sunday we got up and had lazy morning and breakfast. Uganda time ruled. We rode in the van to church and Chuck was prepared to preach because he was told the night before that they would ask him. The church was held in Grace School where the orphans attend.

Worship

(YouTube of kids singing at Burial)

When we drove up we could hear the singing and clapping with the drum. Their voices carried. I was excited to see them again. The church was a homemade brick building with plaster. It was painted and had smooth concrete floor. Openings were in the walls for windows, but there was nothing covering the holes. There was one doorway without a door. Homemade school benches were arranged on one end like pews. They had a plank for a seat and another for a desk and would sit 3 adults comfortably. The orphans put on their best clothes for church. Africans like to dress up and they are the cleanest of people.

There were several choirs, one of younger children, another of older children and then one a little older. The church has a program director that was a woman. She introduced us to the pastor and congregation using Kenneth as an interpreter. A lady stood and asked for prayer and healing for her baby. The four to six week old boy had accidentally had boiling hot water dropped on his foot. This boiling water was extreme because they cook on open flame which makes boiling water bubble over.  During one of the songs the mother came and laid the baby in my arms. The skin and some of the flesh was gone on the top of his foot. Some whitish cream was applied to his raw foot. I managed to hold my breakfast by focusing on the baby’s pleasant face.  He sucked his fingers and didn’t make a fuss. His big brown eyes were clear and he looked healthy and content except for his foot. I rocked the precious little one to sleep and felt honored to hold the baby. (Sorry I don’t have a picture of this precious one. He was the son of the local pastor.)

It seems that everywhere I go someone is handing me a baby. I’ve held more babies in Uganda than I have in years. See baby here. The women in Uganda are proud of their babies and sharing them must be their way of showing them off. I guess they give them to me since I’m older than Jacque. I’m not really one who takes up babies every time I see them, but in Africa I became that person.

Kenneth, Our Guide and Protector

Kenneth, Our Guide and Protector, eating American Pop-Tarts

The lady program director asked us to stand and introduce ourselves. We spoke with Kenneth interpreting. They church applauded that I travel to different churches speaking and encouraging women to love Jesus with all their heart. As predicted Chuck preached with Kenneth interpreting and then we visited shortly with the members before leaving. Phil pulled Fiona out of the crowd of orphans and gave her to Jacque with, “This one is with us.” Fiona loaded into the van with us and we left. We stopped to pick up Susan along the way to Mum, the resort hotel for lunch.

Dinner at Mums in Iganga

We drove through a gate and to the left, under a grass roofed cabana was a pool table with a guard standing near. The men in our team quickly noticed the AK-47 lying on the pool table. We drove on in and parked. The hotel attendant, servant met us and escorted us to a table under a carport and another brought out menus. Phil and Susan said the Shallow fried Tilapia was yummy. It was served whole, head and all, with stewed tomatoes, peppers and onions on top. I’ve never had a better piece of fish, even with the eyeballs looking at me. (Susan ate the eyes.)

It was a joy to see Fiona drinking cold orange Fanta, making a face with each sip, and eating chicken and chips, which are french fries. Apparently cold food and drink is strange to Fiona. She doesn’t get cold stuff. The orphans eat posho and beans or porridge that is made with the same posho corn flour. Fiona put the food away.

After a wonderful dinner, we visited. Some talked about sleeping on the van rode home, others talked about dessert. Phil stopped the van on the way and Susan hopped out. She went in to the store and came back with Ugandan ice cream for every one. It was very good, sort of like melorine, the ice cream I had at my grandmother’s when I was growing up. You should have seen Fiona’s face as she tried it. She like the taste but not the cold. After eating all that food Fiona’s belly was pouching.

Fiona with Jacque and Mike

Fiona with Jacque and Mike

We arrived back at the missionary house full. Some wanted to take a nap, others wanted to finish setting up the solor lights in the orphans rooms and others went shopping to buy new soccer balls for the kids. Jacque sat on the front porch with Fiona sleeping in her lap. I sat with her working on these blog posts and visiting with her.

African Gifts and Dress

Later Susan arrived and started cooking a Ugandan pasta with beef bits and veggies. Yummy. Before dinner was ready she took Jacque and I to the back room and tied a scarf over our eyes. Then she dressed us and turned out the lights and called the men. The men came in and when she turned on the lights Jacque and I heard all kinds of ooo’s ahd ahh’s. Susan had dressed us in the traditional African dresses with poofy sleeves. She unblindfolded us and we got to see each other. Her’s was pretty pink and mine was wonderful blue. Absolutely gorgeous dresses.

Gifted Dresses

Gifted Dresses

While Susan had us blindfolded the kids came into the back courtyard for the rest of the movie. After the guys gave us their opinion, Jacque and I walked out back to show the kids our new threads and they all loved it. They clapped and laughed heartily. They love it when we try learning their native, tribal language and now we were wearing their cultural clothes. They loved it.

Robin hugging little orphan girl

Holding little orphan girl

These children are so happy. They love to laugh and genuinely love to see us. If you ever get depressed you should come to Uganda. These pretty smiles will cheer you up. My face hurts from smiling back.

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Uganda Caning on the Blindside

After a late night of using the currently-working sporadic internet, we arose early. I was excited about going back to the kids house to visit with them. These kids are absolutely adorable. They are so loving, kind and happy! In spite of the circumstances in which they live, they are so happy. It’s amazing! Who wouldn’t want to be around such delightful people?

Happy Orphans

Happy Orphans

Happy Orphans

Before I went, I had African coffee, amazing scrambled eggs with tiny diced veggies, yellow colored “raisen” or fruit bread, fresh pineapple and fresh squeezed passion fruit juice. Phil told me this juice was sqeezed by hand and forced through a strainer by the ladies Susan hired to cook for us. I passed through the kitchen and seen one pushing something through a mesh wire, but had no clue what was going on. Their ways of cooking are very simple. Everything is killed, cut, squeezed and cooked fresh. Can you say yum! I wish I could serve you this awesome African tea.

After breakfast Jacque was antsy to go see Fiona, and to take Mariko to the orphanage. We played a little soccer in the missionary house yard, then left to the kids house. Mike and Kenny went with us while the rest of the team worked at the missionary house. We said goodbye to Mariko from the kids house. She had to get back to work in Kampala.

Caning on the Farm

We stayed a hour or two longer. until Phil and the rest of the team came to get us in the van and take us to the farm. The kids had planted maize and potatoes on their farm, spending days clearing the land and planting it by hand only to have the termites eat up all the maize. There wasn’t enough money to pay for pesticides to keep the termites away. The termite mounds were huge and taller than me.

Susan Caning Mike on the Farm

Susan Caning Mike on the Farm

As we walked the property line, Mike volunteered to have Susan cane him like she does when disciplining the children. She tapped him at first and Mike said, “Do it like you normally do.” “Caning” is done with a stick or cane about 3/4′s to one inch in diameter and it’s used to whop the tail end of the disobedient while they lay on the ground. Susan obliged and whacked Mike good. It stung him well and frightened me good. I wouldn’t cross Susan for nothing!

After everyone laughed quite nervously at Mike’s reaction to his stinging back side, we picked bananas, dug sweet potatoes and cleaned up Susan’s grandmother’s grave (it was her grandmother’s land given to use for the orphans). We carried the produce back to the van and the family at the nearby house fed us lunch. Susan had given them the goods to cook for us. We were escorted into the house where benches lined the walls. We sat and the family brought water for us to wash our hands and placed food on other benches in front of us. Then they left the room for us to eat together without them.

Dining on the Farm
Dining on the Farm

 

Honoring Mama

I finished eating before the others and sat visiting with them when a woman brought me a baby to hold. I think it must be customary for the oldest female visitor to be given the youngest baby to oo and ah over. It’s sort of funny that I’d be given the baby. I’m not typically one to take up babies when I see them, and Jacque, on the other hand, wanted to hold them.

Honored by Holding Baby

Honored by Holding Baby

After lunch we were taken outside to lay on grass mats under the trees. While many of the team napped, I watched the women noticing my hair. I pulled the pony tail down and let them touch my mzungu (I bought a t-shirt that had muzungu spelled mzungu) hair. It was so pleasant outside. I asked Susan if anyone ever slept out under the stars at night. (Remember there isn’t any air-conditioning in the houses). She said, “Never.” When pressed she said it is very dangerous to be outside at night. Thieves, drunkards and murderers and such will hurt you. I noticed that even though we were on Susan’s family’s land she locked the doors of the vans. Nothing is safe, even with family.

After a while we drove back to the missionary house, part of the team worked on beds and stuff at the house and the rest of us walked to the kid’s house to set up more solar lights. After being at the orphanage for a while, darkness was closing in and we needed to leave. The lights weren’t finished and I had a terrible time getting the guys to quit work to get back home. Once we left. I felt terribly unsafe, remembering what Susan told me. The bars were already playing music and lit up with flashing lights. I was very nervous. When we got back I thought Susan was going to cane all of us.

Fear, Tired and Blindside

As a group of people on mission get tired, the opportunity for disgruntled attitudes and behavior increases. Our team was nearing weariness. All of us, although testy, gave grace in all situations and didn’t give in to selfish type of reactions. Personally, I was on the brink of blowing and needed a break. What better break than a movie.

The power went out again. James and I came up with the idea of telling stories using a narrator (Chuck), and child actors behind a sheet with flashlights to make silhouettes. We told of David and Goliath, and the story of Job. The kids laughed, but not near as loud as they clapped when the power came back on.

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A ruckus took place at the gate of the mission house. Someone was lurking and peeping which in this culture is usually done by thieves and such. Moses, Susan, Phil and other local leaders took the man and called the police. Our team knew something was going on, but were told to keep working with the kids and act like nothing was wrong. After the night was over, Phil told us the gravity of the situation. This is why we weren’t supposed to tell people in the community where we were staying or who we were with. I felt like Lot’s visitor in Sodom and Gomorra.
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We settled into the private back courtyard for the viewing. I don’t know who chose the movie. I watching the kids watch “The Blindside” with Sandra Bullock. Try watching that movie with a bunch of dark, skinned African orphans. It sure changes the perspective, especially since before Big Mike moved in with Sandra, he had so much more than the orphans here have. I watched the kids laugh at the short mzungu little brother. They were enjoying the movie. Due to time, Phil stopped the movie in the middle of it and planned on finishing it the next night.

A side note to the evening, another 10 or 12 year old orphan girl took Fiona and kept her occupied away from Jacque the whole night. Later we talked with Phil about it and he said he’d talk with the girl to make sure jealousy wasn’t creeping in. These kids were creeping into our hearts and we wouldn’t want jealousy to have any room.

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This post is part of the Living and Working on Mission Blog Series and you can read more about our trip in the previous Uganda posts. If you enjoyed it you may also like the Insights into Ministry & Leadership Series, the Spiritual Journey’s Gentle Nudges Series or the otherBlog Series.

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A Little Work and Monkey Business in Uganda

Up early again, this day we ate breakfast then walked over to the orphanage. We found that most of the older kids were going to exams at school so we didn’t get to meet with them for Bible study, but we got some work done.

A Little Work

James Plastering Orphanage Wall

James Plastering Orphanage Wall

The men of our team and some of the boys plastered the orphanage wall in prep for painting a sign on it. Jacque and I played with the children. I played Skip-Bo with them and learned that they mean business when playing cards! Jacque’s heart strings were yanked for a little girl named Fiona. Her smile is brilliant and her giggles delightful. Africans of all ages are very ticklish. They carry their babies on their back in a cloth that ties in the front. When the children get a little older they hold themselves on. Fiona, while riding on Jacque’s back, would tickle Jacque and then giggle herself. Then Fiona would lay her head on Jacque’s back with the most awesome look of contentment on her face. The kind of look that I might have while tasting chocolate fudge Blue Bell. Fiona’s eyes sort of rolled back in contentment. A picture of Fiona eating while sitting next to Jacque is posted here.

Some Monkey Business

After lunchtime with the orphans, we loaded into the van with some short, sweet bananas and bread then drove an hour away to see baboons. I was a little hungry since I didn’t eat with the orphans, so I peeled a banana and said, “Hey Susan. The bananas are for baboons, eh?” Then gave Chuck a bite of the banana. Susan and the rest laughed.

Baboon and Baby

Baboon and Baby

Big Man Baboon

Big Man Baboon

We rode for a while and I may have tried to nap. I’ve found closing my eyes helps me breathe when riding in Uganda (see previous post about driving conditions). After a while, we saw some baboons on the side of the road. We pulled over to watch and feed them. Staying in the van, we took pictures from the windows. There were at least 5 babies with their mammas and a few big males. The largest male was bossy and took the bread and bananas quickly away from the others and ate them himself. We saw a baby nursing and holding onto the stomach of it’s mother, but most of the babies were older and rode hugging the back of the mommas. The male pushed the others around by showing his teeth and squealing. His teeth were huge! I kept my fingers and hands inside the van fearing they might be mistaken for bananas and get chomped off.

After baboon watching, we napped on the ride home. Our team was getting very tired. The kids were to be at the house for a movie night at 6:30, but when we drove up the kids were already there. I was excited to see them even though I was tired. Their smiles and joy to see us invigorated me. The electricity was out which meant no movie could be watched. The kids were bummed because of it. Truth is, we were too. We visited and played games with them for a while.

New Muzungu

Jacque and Mariko, the New Mzungu

Jacque and Mariko, the New Mzungu

Mariko, a Japanese friend that went to School in Iowa with Jacque, showed up at the gate while we were visiting with the children. She is with a Japanese organization sort of like a peace corp working in Kampala, Uganda for the past year and a half. The kids thought she was a strange looking muzungu (white person). Mariko went inside to see Jacque and the orphans gathered around me and asked why she was different. We visited and I answered all kinds of questions about America and airplanes and all sorts of things. These kids love learning. It’s amazing. As it neared dark, they left to walk home.

It was obvious to everyone, Susan included, that a little orphan girl named Fiona connected with Jacque and Mike in an amazing way. Jacque was sitting next to Fiona as she ate in this picture. As we came in for a late dinner, Susan announced, “I think I’ll give that baby to Jacque.” I cried when I heard that it was a possibility to give that little girl a home.

Since the power came back on I stayed up even later trying to post while the internet was working. Patience, patience, patience. It’s slower than dial up and drops signal often. Waiting, redoing, and watching uploads til all hours of the morning long after the team got in bed. Blogging from Uganda is very hard work.

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Orphan Laundry and Service

Today, we loved the kids! We decided to get up early to go the the orphanage and work, as well as play and have Bible study. We were so anxious to get there, we skipped breakfast and walked on over.

Walking Culture

The men in Uganda walk holding hands to show band of brotherhood or close friendship. The women also, but never will the women or men show that kind of public affection even if they are married. Chuck nearly got caned for kissing me on top of the head. Susan is a strict enforcer, caning disobedient orphans or muzungus are her specialty. Caning is where a cane is used as a switch. Not to be laughed at. I’m terrified by the thought.

Our men walking Ugandan style

Our men walking Ugandan style

Washing Orphan Clothes

When we arrived, many of the orphans were taking exams or doing chores. I noticed one of the older orphans that I taught, Carolyn, the choir mistress, was washing her clothes. So I went over and asked her to teach me. She had her baffle, which is a plastic wash basin, and a blue bar of soap and she was scrubbing the clothes in the water and rubbing in the soap. I bent over and picked up a red striped skirt that was soaking in her baffle and began mimicking her washing technique. When I finished doing as she taught me, I wrung it out and tossed it into another baffle of fresh, clean water. After scrubbing her clothes she would then wring the fresh water out and lay them across a wire or on the fence to dry.

Orphans Washing Clothes

Orphans Washing Clothes

Phil told us that the little orphans don’t like washing their clothes. I guess kids are kids and chores are chores, even in Uganda.

He also said that the running water is pumped out of the Nile. Ha! That means I was washing clothes with my hands in the Nile just like people have done for centuries. I’ve joined some kind of link with a great past, like linking arms with Joseph as a servant in Potiphar’s house or watching Moses’ basket float down river with Miriam.

How awesome it that? It means that I’ve been showering in the Nile. And after boiling it for tea and coffee, even drinking the Nile. Hmm. Never thought that I would ever live for days on end so closely tied to the Nile River. Who would have thought that like the people of ancient times this Texas girl would live off of the Nile.

The children break branches off trees and sweep their living quarters. They even swept the dirt play yard where we meet with them. I saw one girl of about 10 years old sitting on a bean sack made of woven plastic, sewing a torn piece of cloth over a hole in her skirt. She had a needle and was using one of the threads of plastic from the sack to sew the patch on the cloth. The Africans take great care in looking nice. They like suits and nice clothes and shoes, probably because they represent money.

We spent the whole day at the orphanage. The guys worked on plastering the orphanage wall. And putting up solar lights in the girls dorm rooms. Jacque and I had the hardest work, playing with the kids. Not really, we had a blast.

Bible Study with Orphans

Bible study with orphans

Bible study with orphans

I taught two Bible lessons back to back to the older orphan girls. First, we discussed the Roman road and the need for an active personal relationship with God through Jesus and a way to deal with our sin nature. I asked Carolyn to lead us in singing praise. Afterward they wanted to have another lesson. So I asked for a show of hands for anyone who had dirty socks. I chose a girl, Ruth, and asked her to get me her socks, baffle and soap. I also asked Esther, a brilliant older orphan to read John 13 aloud. This passage in John is where Jesus washed the disciples feet. As Esther read, I bent over and washed Ruth’s socks. The girls stood in a circle around me as I squatted over the bowl and scrubbed the socks. It was a powerful illustration of servanthood. They “hmmed” which is a traditional acknowledgement of agreeing with you. I may come back to America hmming instead of saying yes, or answering people.

Iganga is about 80% Muslim. The orphanage, run by “saved” Christians, openly states their faith and doesn’t allow fasting for Ramadan or other non-Christian ceremonies in the orphanage. While we were here, Ramadan was observed. It’s pretty weird to be hearing the prayer chants throughout the village. Christianity is a cultural designation. If you want to know if one is a believer, you don’t ask if they’re a Christian. You ask if ask if they are saved.

The day was full and we went to bed full of dreams of the kids’ smiles.

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Orphan Ministry and Burial

Today we arose African style again, had breakfast, then left for orphanage to play with the kids and have Bible study. We took two soccer balls as we walked to the orphanage. When we rounded the corner the whole compound went into an uproar. They were so excited to see the balls, and well, maybe us too.

Playing ball in the orphanage

We kicked the balls over the fence and the play began. The boys took over both balls, the older ones with one ball and the younger ones with the other. The girls came to me asking that I get one of the balls for them. I intervened for them with the men on our team and the girls got their ball. Then they asked me to play a keep away type of game where we tossed the ball to another person on our team. Jacque and I were on opposite teams. The team tried to get the ball closer to their side of the fence to score a goal. Sort of a skirt-wearing-girl version of soccer.

Playing ball
Playing Ball

We played in the same yard with the boys as they played soccer and that’s when I crashed. An older boy, that towered over me, and I collided and we both went to the ground. Neither of us had seen the other. There I was rolling around on the ground and in my skirt. I’m afraid that I frightened the orphans as they saw much more mzungu, pasty white legs than they bargained for. What fun! The girls all came to help me up, dust me off and ask if I was okay. I told them I was fine, but I had a very painful hip-pointer type of pain immediately. I played a little more, then bowed out.

Chuck gathered a bunch of little ones and he began to sing to them. The older girls joined in and taught us a song that we originally thought was in their language. The song was in the Queen’s English and I guess our Texas ears couldn’t pick it up. They wrote the words down for us, then we got it.

Lunch with the Orphans

After singing praises, we ate lunch with them. They eat posho and pintos. Posho is made by adding white corn flour to boiling water making a solid lump of hardened grits-type food. It’s too hard to be spooned, and needs cutting. They scrape a plastic bowl across it to shave off a chuck to serve bean soup over. The beans are plain, nothing added. We ate out of their bowls with our hands just like them.

James and I Enjoying Posho and Beans
James and I Enjoying Posho and Beans
Eating with Orphans
Eating with Orphans

After lunch we had to leave because late the night before we received notice that Susan’s grand uncle passed. They call all men in their family baba which means father and the women mama. Need I explain the meaning? The unexpected death meant we had no time for the Bible study so we could go to the burial. The Ugandans call funerals burials. We walked back to the missionary house and found Phil had returned with our team leader, James. We loaded into the vans with the family and left.

The ride was very enlightening. We saw much of the village. Susan stopped by the property where the ministry is going to build a vocational school where welding and sowing and other skills will be taught. The orphans will be taught a skill.

Ugandan Burial

When we arrived at the family’s house, we noticed the women and young children sitting on the ground in a group and the men sitting on homemade benches and stumps in another group. The women were dressed in their best. As we unloaded we were asked to go to a shady spot where lawn chairs were set up for us. A van of the orphan girls arrived with wailing, They went into the house wailing and after a while it turned into singing.

Peter came and asked for one of our team to preach. Once again, we were so honored. The men on our team told Chuck to take it. He went to get his Bible and while he was gone the orphan girls brought us a bowl of rice with spices and small beef chunks. After eating, they called us to the house front. We got up to go and the orphans picked up our chairs and ran ahead to give us a front row seat for the burial. Several men spoke, the orphan girls choir sang, then Phil spoke both in their language and in English with an interpreter. Then Chuck preached with an interpreter.

After Chuck finished, the men backed the van to the house and went in and brought out the small wooden coffin/box with black paper tacked to it and placed the box on top of the van. We were then told to get into the van and the family piled in with us. We drove while all the other people walked to the burial. The driver stopped beside a 4 ft hole. As they placed the box in the grave, the orphans led the people in singing. Then Paul, Susan’s brother handed me a handful of their red dirt to toss onto the box along with the family’s handfuls. Talk about humbling!!

After the family threw their handful of dirt on top, several men picked up shovels an began piling dirt to fill in the hole. The orphan girls lead the people singing as the men worked. Susan asked Cameron if he wanted to shovel and a man gave him a shovel to help.

Sorry I didn’t take pictures of this, but we did video parts of the burial and will upload it to YouTube when we get good internet. The internet here is sporadic at best. Here is the uploaded video of the orphans singing. The orange tarp is attached to the deceased’s house where his body was.

After the van ride home, the team sat in awe of the day. Awe!

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Work for Orphans

The first day of work for the orphanage meant unpacking all those trunks from the generous people in America. We woke up on Africa time, with everything sort of laid back and no strict time schedule. I love this way of living. It reflects the way I homeschool and operate with my writing. I must be Ugandan. Chuck is having a terrible time with this laid back lifestyle. He thinks that when someone makes plans to do something at 1:00 p.m. then 1:59 is too late. But in Ugandan time, that is still 1:00 p.m. Time is more of a guideline not an appointment. Chuck even tweeted that he wanted to send all of Uganda to the Steven Covey course on time management.

We had the best breakfast ever. Scrambled eggs with minced pepper, onion, carrots and cheese. We also had African tea, fresh squeezed papaya juice and this unique wonderful toast. They use a lot of ginger and cloves in cooking.

Unpacking Trunks

Trunks for the Orphans

Trunks for the Orphans

We unpacked the trunks and sorted all morning. We have so many wonderful sheets and socks for the children. Balls, school supplies, etc.

After the morning’s work we had lunch and a real ginger ale made with real ginger and real sugar cane. Have I told you that the food here is real? The taste is out of this world.

During lunch a huge rain storm blew in. We waited until it was over to go to the kids house. We loaded up in the van and drove to the orphanage, the kid’s house. I cried when I saw it. But in another way, I was so encouraged. The children’s way of life is so much better than if they were on the streets and being taken advantage of, raped, murdered or stolen.

Orphanage Fence and Guarded Gate

Orphanage Fence and Guarded Gate

Orphanage Fence and Guarded Gate

The house felt more like a compound where the kids were trapped. Look at the fence they are in. The razor wire on top is facing outward to keep people from getting in. They are locked up in side unless they are at school or escorted safely to different places. A patron and two matrons live with the children to give them protection, guard the gate, and do the cooking. They are very thankful for protection from the streets and place to sleep and eat where they were cared for. These children were so respectful, grateful and glad to have us for a visit.

Girls Wing of Compound

Girls wing of the Compound

Girls wing of the Compound

The rain left the kids courtyard a mud/water hole. The bedroom doors enter this courtyard and each small room sleeps 6 to 10 in bunk beds. Susan gave us a tour and Cameron videoed. After a tour of the house, we visited and then handed letters to the children that were written in San Antonio, TX. The kids were excited to get a letter. I don’t know how the letter writing was done, but the look on the children’s faces when we ran out of envelopes and had not called their name was crushing.

Then we separated into groups to teach a short Bible lesson and get further acquainted. I took the older girls back into the girls wing of the house and they took me into one of their rooms. They all took off their muddy sandals, went in and sat on the concrete floor. The room was dark without light except for what the sun allowed into the door. No windows. I stepped just inside the door and sat on the floor with them. We opened the Bible and talked about having a personal prayer relationship with God and the importance of hearing him speak and obeying. These girls are so teachable, quiet and respective. Education is highly valued and they want to learn at all times.

Afterward we played a little with them and walked back home with Ken. It’s like we are on parade as we walk through the village. People wave and the children laugh. This lady walked with us for a while.

Woman on the Street of Iganga

Woman on the Street of Iganga

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Arrival into Iganga

Upon arrival in Iganga, a village of 30,000 people, we drove through after the people worked all day. They were rustling about the market buying their day’s food. The people get paid at the end of the day (like Bible times) and then can buy their food to cook for the evening. They fix dinner which may be eaten anywhere from 8:30 to 10 p.m. Here are some great pictures out of the van window.

Iganga Market

Iganga market

Iganga market

Iganga market

Iganga market

By the time we arrived at the missionary house, it was known throughout the village that we were in town. When we pulled into the metal gated yard at the house, the children from the orphanage were waiting on us. They jumped up and down clapping and smiling. As we exited the vans they each came forward with a unique handshake and a “Welcome” and “Habari” which is Swahili for “How are you?”

New Friends with the Orphans

Uganda Friends

Uganda Friends

I was so humbled. These children are so welcoming and glad to see us. As I mingling with the kids, a young girl of about 5 years approached and bowed to her knees before me. I nearly cried. I felt I needed to bow to her. I bent over and picked her up and hugged her tight. She was so precious. As a sign of respect, it is the custom for girls to bow as they approach. The girls all sat on the ground in a circle around Jacque. I approached as they were getting acquainted, and one of the older girls that spoke English asked me how old I was. I gave them the year that I was born and let them do the math. That’s because my kids aren’t with me to remind me how old I am. (And no, I’m not telling you here!) The children here are so very respectful and age is highly respected. Discipling them this week will be extremely fulfilling.

The kids had to leave shortly after our arrival, before sundown. And the large metal gate was locked behind them. Apparently, it is very dangerous to be out at night. The gate reminds me of the story from the Bible about Sodom and Gomorrah where the traveler came into Lot’s house and the town came knocking on the door. Moses, our house guard, sat just inside the gate with his bow and arrow and guarded us all night. We came in for dinner, which by the way was an amazing meal! The food here is all fresh, real food.

Real Food

Real Food

Real Food

After dinner, we sat out under a nearly starless night and talked while some awesome local music was playing loudly across the road. They were having a birthday party and the local music reminded me of what I would hear in Mexico, lively and fun. I’m positive one could salsa or zumba to it.

We settled in for the night. I took a shower that is arranged by gravity not water pressure, think of trickle. No problem, I was thankful for running water and a toilet in the missionary house. Most of the country has squat latrines and no paper. then I crawled into a mosquito netted bed of the same type of foam mattress that was in the hotel in Entebbe. It was good to lay down and elevate my swollen feet (the plane ride still taking a toll on my extremities). Slept awesome!

Remember the pictures of the market. The orphans that escaped from the north scavenge for scraps of food after the market is closed. This is where Phil began collecting the kids and taking care of them. Where will God break our hearts to begin making a difference in the lives on others.

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Please comment below. Remember the pictures of the market. The orphans that escaped from the north scavenge for scraps of food after the market is closed. This is where Phil began collecting the kids and taking care of them. I’d love to hear where and how God has broke your heart to begin making a difference in the lives on others.

This post is part of the Living and Working on Mission Blog Series and you can read more about our trip in the previous Uganda posts. If you enjoyed it you may also like the Insights into Ministry & Leadership Series, the Spiritual Journey’s Gentle Nudges Series or the other Blog Series.

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