Dear family and friends,
First let me greet you and welcome you in the traditional Ugandan fashion. It is almost required upon doing any business transaction or socializing in any length of time to first have many pleasantries passed before actually saying how are you etc…. I am not so good at this especially in business…yesterday my girlfriend Jenessa and I went to Kampala on a pleasure trip…meaning I was on personal business…went to lunch (great Indian food here) and had a great time. In the process, I needed to purchase a printer for my laptop. Can you imagine…12-15 computer stores smashed in between hardware, electronics and a variety of other businesses. You can’t just walk in and say excuse me, how much for that HP printer or that one there….it is a song and dance at each location. Oleoltio sebo, …..belungee, belungee. Weebalee emirimu…calle. Nze Jenessa, mbeera Ksana, nkola New Hope Uganda, far away in the village..this is my friend senga Desiree’…(hellos….introductions….where we live and work….) all very slowly like we have all afternoon….nodding, smiling…then…what are you asking for this….and then another 10 minutes of bartering about mzunga prices etc….and so you go down the street…..if you come back to the store finding they were the better price…you start all over and never get back to the best deal…it as a process and we americans have little patience for this kind of shopping…especially on a personal day..dodging traffic as you cross the street. Pedestrians have no right of way..in fact I think you become target practice for most vehicles…they actually speed up to see if they can catch you..it’s crazy. I was successful at my 5th shop or so and it will make my life much easier in scheduling workers and making new menus for the teams…and then printing them!!
So, let’s talk Matooke…I had mentioned they are in the banana family and they are very green and we peel them, steam them and eat them at many meals….last week I had bought a “bunch” which is an entire arm off a tree..with about 15-20 hands (what we call bunches) Within 2 days it started turning yellow and all the girls in the kitchen were quite upset..it was spoiling so fast. They warned that now we would have to cook it today or it would be all bad. So we did except for a few bunches that I was going to bake with. Come to find out the next day it was really yellow and I was peeling and mashing when I decided to take a bite…..and oh my gosh…it was a banana!!! Just like home!!! After freaking out about my discovery and talking to Nancy…she corrected me and said…oh you must have bought a D7 hybred…translation….someone came to the country and cross bred our “bananas” with the matooke plant and so we have this hybred that is shunned in most families, because it is not matooke and not bananas…who knew? LOL
Well, I have to also tell you about my latest adventure! Last week a notice showed up at the admin building bulletin board stating “All staff, children etc were to report to the Enterprise fields on Tuesday 8am sharp to help with harvesting the maize. Mandatory…Bring water, nails and knives.” I was so excited…I rode a boda to the hardware store in Kiwoko and bought bag of big nails and pulled out my work gloves…ready for the day. On Tuesday morning, Fred, Rukundo and I started walking to the fields together (about 20 minutes) about half way there some boys passed on bikes and Rukundo asked them to give us a lift. So we all got on the back of the bikes, I was sitting side saddle of course in my skirt. We had not gone very far when my boy went past the other two..I thought ohh he is showing off….then we started going faster and faster…I was hanging on about to be bounced of when I let him know I was concerned…please stop or slow down…but no response…so I am thinking surely he knows I am frightened even if he doesnt speak english…but we kept going faster down hill. That was when I noticed that he as not pedaling but took a quick look back at me and he too looked a little scared….ohhhh…WE HAVE NO BRAKES…my concern turned to asking God to spare us as I hung on for dear life. When we turned the last bend, I could see the maize fields and bunches of people getting ready to harvest…someone screamed ( I really dont know who..but it could have been me) and the crowd split like the red sea. The look of shock on the few that I did see..made me a little more concerned. We then passed the acres of maize fields and headed to the bottom of the hill…again not knowing how we were going to stop until he finally left the road and the fresh maize stalks started crashing and we catapolted off the bike and came to land half buried in the fresh earth. I immediately grabbed my water bottle to wash the dirt out of my eye and mouth and I was spitting blood…drenching myself…I think a knee was actually showing…oh, my…it was quite a scene. Fred and Rukundo came running down the hill and helped pick the debris out of my eye. I was thankful that the 30 nails in my backpack had not impaled me and I was able to walk away. The young man that was driving had dissappeared by the time I could see anything. I even helped harvest but was quite sore in my left hand and my right eye was almost swollen shut by the end. (by the way you only need one nail or a knife to harvest maize..not a sackful) LOL Uncle Jeff later told me one of his students came to him and said…I think I am in big trouble…Jeff said, Why what has happened…..the boy says…. I have crashed my auntie…we laughed hard about that!! I said.. did you ask him why we went all the way to the end of the road, instead of crashing at the top of the last hill……He said yes, I actually did. The boy said he wanted to take me to the “softer” green maize at the bottom…obviously not thinking abnout the momentum we picked up traveling to the bottom of the hill. I do commend the boy…he kept us upright for a long time and we were totally out of control most of the way. I did go to the clinic later that night and got some pain medication, woke up feeling much worse than the previous day and my left hand is just now recovering. My eye has stopped weeping and the swelling has gone down. The boys now think I am pretty tough. So long story short..pray for All travel mercies, on foot, bike, boda and by car…it is a dangerous place here.
Lastly, my friend Jenessa text me the other day…come quick..snake… So I had to run down to see it. Well, it was only aout 12 inches and very small…a little disappointing actually…but it was identified as a black mumba. The fastest, most deadliest snake on earth! Then I find out, she had a little six inch one last month.. and found a large shed on her property. Translation…we think she has a nest of black mumbas!! Yikes….I may not be so good of a friend, I now only travel there in the day! All this talk about snakes, finally hit the shop where her husband John works and then I find out that Uncle Robert (my neighbor) has seen a 8-10 ft black mumba snake twice just across the path from our homes. That is the path I take my refuge to the incinerator….that my houseworker now does….its ok…call me chicken…I do pray for her everyday that she takes my trash….and I am sure she would handle it much better. When I found out how big it was, at first I thought…well, I would see that coming…its ok…then I found out they like to hide in trees and drop down on their prey…I decided give my houseworker a raise…..
Well, I hope you stay tuned, I have asked my brother to send me the CD I need to download pictures which would enhance my tales….but I hope I can keep you entertained until then! I found out mail only takes 2-3 weeks now and 1 out of 3 actually arrive…so pray it comes safely! I miss you all and really appreciate your prayers, your support and your emails, comments and facebooks! I am definetly living life to the fullest these days!
God Bless,
Desiree’