Namuwongo Literacy Project

Three Gone, One Left

2011-07-18T08:59:00.000-07:00

So Teecha Judy, Teecha Bob and Teecha Gaby have said their goodbyes -with pancakes and sodas for the children and a staff room gathering with pineapple and water melon plates ( a luxury on Uganda teachers' pay). No risk of loneliness for me over the next few days. There is usually nice company for a pot of African tea on my patio - new teacher for the project Agnes yesterday and Maria this afternoon. And excitingly I'm invited to attend Maria's best friend's wedding reception on Saturday. The beautiful red earth soon becomes ground into the feet, so I'm thinking of a pedicure for the occasion..
Now about our actual class. On our initial arrival, Judy was taken aback to find that eight of our children had been promoted, but without any sponsorship,to the regular school. The question of who was paying the fees was sorted out in her meetings with the new St Henry's School headmaster. New relationships have been established and old ones re-affirmed. The 6 new children have settled in really well - with the exception of BBC who sleeps out in the open with his mother and has been absent, apparently due to a lack of clothing. I hope to find him when I go back tomorrow to the Soweto slum with Maria and two academics from Trinity College Dublin who are researching the migration stories . In return for our help, they have agreed to seek answers to questions we presented to them that might help in the Literacy Project as it continues to evolve.
Two hands clapping together, you might say (the researchers' and the Literacy Project's). It's apparent that add-ons will be needed over the long term. Sadly, not all of the children will get sponsored or go on to secondary school. Fortunately, our Literacy Project directors are very innovative people!

Yes, I continue to love being in the classroom with these brave and spirited children. Hardly any of our lesson plans go as planned (It would help to speak Lugandan!), but the adaptations are always fun and the resulting giggles and laughter are precious. Stories - reading books to them and having them discover story-making through puppet and papier mask-making was a success, I think. Joining in physical education with our class joined up with others out in the red dusty field consists largely of dancing and singing, as well as some games, and is a great work out for me too!

There are currently 19 children in the class (hopefully still counting BBC) and one more that we'll bring back tomorrow. If you are wondering about a particular child, please ask about him or her on the blog.

Best to you all from Carole (called "Caro" here)

OUR LAST DAY AT TNP

2011-07-15T05:26:00.000-07:00

We tried to explain to the children that 3 of the 4 of us would not be back. They nodded as though they understood, then said "see you tomorrow"How can we describe these kids?Bright, capable, and wanting to learn. Teddy has grown and is not as stocky a girl. Lillian, at 5, picks up everything. Hilary doesnt cry,but clutches his hanky. Moureen can be sullen.Grace is great. Our 2 newcomers just out of the slum are tall and gangly and delighted to be at school. Owori Daniel is very bright, itching to go ahead. BBC didnt show up as he had no clothes.Edmund smiles. Yasin is learning well.I will truly miss them all. We have 19 out of our 20, and I have report cards and photos for ALL of you who are sponsoring. Today I visited Gadafi at his high school. (I was a bit nervous on the boda boda and had to ask him to slow down). Gadafi is a joy to behold. We have followed him for 6 years!!! We now have a meeting with 2 Irish Phd students picked up by Gaby and carole. It may be a symbiotic, useful relationship, as they are interested in migratory patterns and need a contact, which we gave them! Im tired. We meet Hannah Grey for supper. Another visit to Kampala and the Namuwongo Project! Truly successful. You would all love these kids. To return to the Irish students: most of our kids are Acholi, from the Norh, migrating initially because of war, and now in a horrible slum..

judy

2011-07-14T03:00:00.000-07:00

I want to here honor Judy and what she did here from her playing table tennis with someone,George, half her age and not only beating him in all the games but exhausting him and giving him Charlie Horse but her working "things" out with the school in what seemed to me to be a very difficult situation, and her making possible a meeting with the Rotary Club which then was of help to our students to her arranging hotel accommodations not only for herself and me but also for Carole and Gabby as well as transport to and from the hotels Bob

Our Hearts Break

2011-07-14T02:42:00.000-07:00

One of the new boys, who ,for lack of information we call BBC, came to school today with a rash and cuts.Agnes wondered,but the boy speaks a different language, and she couldnt get an answer.He is the boy who cried quietly for 3 whole days. She asked another Soweto kid who explained that BBC sleeps in the street. He has no shelter.Anything I write now is superfluous. We had a surprise invitation to the Rotary Club. It went well. I believe ther are taking over the sponsoring of 5 children at St. Henry's, and will do more. One woman, a pfof at Makerere University was interested in volunteering! I hope she calls. We are meeting a journalist at 1000 Cups this eve. His mother lives in Mtl. and we are a favour to his mom. We know he dreads this,but we dont care!

FAITHFUL READERS/HOWAAR !

2011-07-13T06:01:00.000-07:00

Please be advised that Howard is not with us and does not proofread the blogs!!!Howard, can you get your name off, or are you indelibly with us??? There was a 24 hour power outage. the main, private supplier says then govt has not pais it's bill and the govt claims it has. Something rotten in Denmark. We had an interesting St. Henry's celebration, complete with a Mass.The singing saved it, for me, though I much liked the priest.Here is a serendipitous happening... The speaker i like alot was from the rotary Club. At lunch I perched myself between him , and the priest. We got to talking and we 4 are going to their meeting tonight at the International hotel. I will not remind them that 6 years ago, promised a stipend of 500$, I spoke at a rotary m eeting in Montreal, with Melanie, and we were never paid!!! This man made sense, and talks about pit latrines in Namuwongo... more to follow.We are pleased to go.We have only 2 more teaching days... the 6 children from the slum are now veterans, and doing well. For me, the most important part of the ceremonies today was the unveiling of the plaque for Peter Okoth, the Headmaster who brought us to St. Henry's. It was indeed a moving moment. Howard, you will love this plaque when you next come here. We 4 are well and healthy and send our greetings, with love.

Back from a Safari Adventure

2011-07-11T10:47:00.000-07:00

Judy said that we are to write on the blog. So I'm blogging! Gaby and I just returned from two days, two nights away on a safari adventure with it's own stories to tell - including having our quarters raided by monkeys who even ate a portion of our supply of malaria pills. We have found a pharmacy that with restock us - phew!

But back to Literacy Project news - With the wonderful Maria leading, we walked 3 girls and 3 boys (older this trip at ages 7 to 10) out of the depths of the Namuwongo slum to the Literacy programme at Saint Henrys School. Gaby has been doing a documentary of the process. Our hearts are full with feelings for these children. For me, special admiration is reserved for the desperately caring women - mothers, aunties or just neighbours who pushed a particular child forward for our attention, and who quickly changed themselves and their children into best clothes for the walk to the school.

We have yet to meet the mother or guardian of "BBC" (yes, he insists that this is his name) who, once finding that that a meal goes with the deal, is warming slightly to our lessons. I can't help feeling a special attachment and responsibility for these 6 children, new to school and whose lives have taken a sudden turn.

It will be St Henry's Day this Wednesday with much rehearsed music and performance activities happening at our host school all day. Boda boda riding (motorbike taxis) have become the norm for carting stuff to the school. We volunteers join up back at the Kenrock Hotel late in the day to share experiences and have a few laughs.

My heart has been in my mouth quite a few times over this past week and I'm happily sure there is more to come. Best to you all from Gaby and me
Carole

Back from a

2011-07-11T10:46:00.000-07:00

Failure/success

2011-07-09T06:42:00.001-07:00

Our 2 intrepid explorers, Carole and Gaby, are presently on a safari that sounds wonderful. They are expected back tomorrow, Sunday, evening. Let us go back to Friday at the literacy class. if I had been my supervisor in education 101, I'd have failed me....The lesson I prepared was simply beyond the reach of the babies.By the time I sweated and scurried to get the crayons necessary, I had lost them. I tried to rescue myself by knocking on the table, chanting :knock knock knock look at me! They joined in vehemently, disrupting Bob"s math lesson. He scowled at me. I called out for Aggie, and slunk away in shame. It was not a good afternoon for me. The children are all tired. There is alot going on, practicing for upcoming St. Henry's day. B
But today, , success. Otoa David at the school has been bugged by me to find a ping pong partner.He lied a little so as not to have his friend George run in the other direction, saying I weas sixty, with Arthritis. So Bob and I tried with difficulty to find the Indoor stadium. No luck, the floor was being repaired. We tried the Sikh Sport Centre, no table. Our last bet worked out,but not easily. One had to be a member. I used my CHARM and got a day pass. George, my opponent, has spent time in Canada, 4 years at Carleton. He hasnt played for 6 years. suffice it to say...the author won all games. unfortunately he was recuperating his previous skills and is determined to win next week.I think Nyka George, our friend, Sophia's son, may play too. After the big win B and I went to Aristoc Book shop and browsed. Wonderful.So all well with us. JUDY

Wowee

2011-07-07T03:00:00.000-07:00

Who can explain things? Africans I've talked to feel they can pnly get high by visiting places outside Africa like New York. Tall buildings seem to makw Africans high as if somehow in just fantasizing New York they enter The Empire State Building.... While I just have to walk to our school along the orange sandy roadway with speeding motorcyclists like bullets aimed to kill me,orange fortresses blending into the roadway for me to feel like one of those birds I hear forever chatting near hotel now soaring now singing. And the cows with the large horns we pass snd the bananas growing along the roadside. Thr people forever walking in slow motion( if time exists here it is no time that we know of). And why have all my prostate problems vanished here(I who was infamous at my gym for spending half my time peeing) when I drink more liquid now than I have drunk in Canada(I have not become an alcoholic only a passionate fanta fanatic). It is as if I was destined to live in Africa(People who hear me,acting like Moish condemning our winters which last at least ten months a year can understand my feelings). And those wonderful children I spend my days teaching--they can now add and subtract.... The courage,with so little English at their command to enter the English bastion with guns blasting away. Wowee. Yes and like Hopalong Cassidy--I realize how old my audience is--finally walking away in victory Oh yes, and the mystery of the death of Peter: was it because of an infection or murder by the hand of a teacher and that of the most fiendish kind,i,e, by the hand of an English teacher. Bob

Amazing

2011-07-07T02:47:00.000-07:00

Two amazing things! Yesterday Carole and Gaby went with Maria into the slum to round up our numbers.Five of the 6 are already flourishing. One cries quietly most of the day....We call him BBC,but that cant be his name. Today our class went up to rehearse with the babies,but I poked my nose into Primry 1 and saw some graduates: Shamim, Charles, Mutebi, Gloria, Assaba... 8 were promoted without consulting us... we are working on that problem successfully.
But, the awful possibility seems to be that PERHAPS our beloved Peter was poisoned by an angry former teacher!The Bishop, and police came to the school yesterday to evict the teacher who was fired for incompetence 5 years ago,and living still in he teacher's residence.It is thought that h e may have poisoned Peter, gradually. (HOW) Evidently,he sometimes wanted o fight Peter,but Peter ,being big and strong and smart, always avoided conflict .OK. It isnt my turn to blog BUT, thank you for your comments. Moishe, I totally forgot about my door and thanks for the tickets. Marian,how goes it? Howard, the kids ask after you.We are happy but miss our friends. Judy

Day 1

2011-07-05T10:11:00.000-07:00

It's not really day 1, but it's our first blog since arriving in Kampala. The trip over was long and tiring as expected but uneventful. Three of the four of us had mishaps. Judy misplaced her wallet in the airport before we ever took off and Bob came to the rescue, or so he thought, by involving airport security, almost missing the plane. The wallet was sitting under Bob's bag the whole time. Judy lost her pink (yes, very PINK) knapsack on Friday night when she pushed her trolley from the airport in Entebbe to the parking lot. She had to go back for it later and she did find it. Carole arrived at the Hotel Kenrock on Saturday afternoon in Kampala and discovered she was missing her cell phone. It has not shown up yet. Luckily Gaby's special travel inflatable pillow went missing but was discovered at the guest house in Emtebbe and as a result Gaby will be able to face the long trip back to the West. The only traveller who has been blemish free is Teacher Bob but he has been falling asleep in his soup in the evenings.
Sunday, July 3rd, Gaby, Bob and Carole made a reconnnaissance walk to St Henry's school. To their delight a little boy was who had been hanging around the school grounds spptted Bpb and came over and said very quietly "Teacher Bob!". It was Assaba Michael. Later on that evening, the whole group shared a meal and wonderful talk with David Otoa, the school bursar (accountant).
Monday morning everybody woke up with the roosters and had breakfast as the sun was rising in order to be at the school on time (8 am). There were hugs and kisses all around as Maria and David and other familiar staff welcomed the group.
Each of us will contribute our own individual blogs with our personal impressions over the next few weeks. Stay tuned and weeraba (goodbye)!

Once Again, we are preparing to leave!

2011-06-20T14:51:00.000-07:00

Bob, Judy, Carole Summers and Gaby Darling are readying themselves for a Ugandan adventure. We return to our literacy class,staying again at the Kenrock, filled with ideas and hopes. Read us daily , after July 4, our first day of "school" Weare always excited to read your comments. WISH US A PRODUCTIVE AND SAFE TRIP!

I'M Dancing!

2010-09-24T08:05:00.000-07:00

After yesterday's tiring, but very fulfilling day, today was joyous and fun-filled! Today was to be my last day with the children and teacher's of the Namuwongo Project. This visit was a whirl-wind, filed with organizational work and some time teaching the children in the classroom. But it passed too quickly! I arranged for a good-bye party with our children and their neighboring, same-aged, primary class. It still amazes me how a little bit of popcorn cookies, the Ugandan version of the WAGON WHEEL cakes, and Mango juice can bring such expectation and joy to the faces of these young children. The classroom was bursting with children, but you "could have heard a pin drop" as these 5-7 year olds sat quietly, patiently waiting for their teachers' permission to begin enjoying these rare treats.
When all was consumed, they all sang and danced in appreciation, cheering for me and hugging whatever part of my body they could grab! To their great delight, I joined in and danced and clapped with them! Hopefully, the video I am trying to attach to this posting will work and you can see all my 'moves'!

I leave the Namuwongo children with my heart full! I have often mentioned that this experience has changed my life. I must thank my co-director Judy Labow and the many volunteers who have shared experiences here in Namuwongo, Uganda. Thank-you to all the individuals and schools who worked so had to raise $'s and provide materials and supplies. Without our supporters we would not be able to continue helping the children of Namuwongo. I look forward to my next visit!!

I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE EASIER!

2010-09-23T03:31:00.000-07:00

I couldn't submit a BLOG entry yesterday as we experienced one of the many power failures that plagues this country. The power came back on this afternoon and hopefully will stay on until I finish this entry.

Maria, the headmaster of St Henry"s, and I went into the Soweto section of the Namuwongo Shanty Town. This area is even more impoverished than the section from which our existing students live.
(wow! just had another 1/2 hour power failure. Than goodness for the save feature on this BLOG service!)
Since I had visited Namuwongo several times on past visits I thought I might be somewhat 'hardened' to what I would see. Once again, I found myself trying to hold back the tears as I walked through such extreme poverty, watching the wide eyes of the countless numbers of children who jockeyed for the best position to hold this white-haired,balding, somewhat elderly, Muzungo's (white person) hand. Their hunger was apparent as was their curiosity! How could these little bodies that were so hungry still maintain shy smiles and laughter when I would point my camera at them? How would I able able to say "no" to all but the chosen seven?
Maria was terrific! She would literally capture in her arms a child who looked like a potential candidate and ask, usually in their local dialect, a few questions that would indicate whether a child met our simple criteria: an orphan between the ages of 5-7 years not currently attending school, with care-givers (if any) able to get the child to our program. Very quickly we were surrounded by adults who heard that we were looking for children. Many would 'shade' the truth by saying the child was the age we were looking for when they were clearly too young or too old. Maria would question the children directly because they have only known how to tell the truth in their short life experience. I must admit I made only 1 exception. We came upon Grace, a tallish, thin wisp of a girl hiding behind two older woman whom we later discovered were her grandmother and great aunt. Another woman lay on a bench next to them, her head covered by a thin, worn scarf. We asked who Grace's mother was, and one of the old woman pointed to the bench. Grace knelt next to her mother and whispered something to her. Her mother rose from the bench removing the scarf. It was immediately obvious that this was a very sick woman. She appeared very frail, open sores covering several areas of her face. We asked Grace's age and were informed she was 9. Both the mother and the grandmother got down on their knees and explained that the father had died, Grace's mom was seriously ill, and that they wanted Grace to be able to go to school. I had to turn my back so they they could not see the tears that I knew were coming. How could I say 'no' to a child and what was left of her family, who only wanted to go to school, be assured of a meal, and have a place for 8 hours where she could be assured of some joy in her life. Grace has joined the Namuwongo Project!

I'M BACK AGAIN!

2010-09-21T09:44:00.000-07:00

It is always a pleasure to return to Uganda and the warm welcome I receive from the children in the Namuwongo Project, as well as the staff members in our program, and, those at St. Henry's Primary School.
The Namuwongo program continues to thrive! Teacher Joyce is an excellent educator for our little ones. Tomorrow I go into Namuwongo for the tremendously difficult task of choosing 7 new children for our program. Walking through the poverty and devastation that is the lives of the Namuwongo inhabitants, and then having to say "no" to some children, always takes away a chunk of my heart.
The rest of today's entry will be given over to a tribute to the late Peter Okoth. Peter was the headmaster of St Henry's Primary School and was a great supporter of the Namuwongo Project. Peter passed away suddenly after returning home to his village during the summer. We will miss him greatly, but are grateful for the continued support for the Namuwongo Project by his replacement, Maria. To best express the 'nature of the man' I have included a tribute to Peter Okoth, written by Laura, a staff member at St. Henry's Primary School.

Dear Friends of St Henry -

With a heavy heart I write to share with you that we have lost our beloved Peter Okoth, Head Master of St Henry's Primary School this last weekend. Cause of death remains uncertain, but believed to be food/water poisoning. He and the family had gone to Tororo for the school holiday, where he became sick. The funeral Mass was held on Monday in Tororo. More then 150 people from Kampala made the journey for the service a testament to who the man was. As I was in Kenya at the time, I was regrettably unable to attend.

Peter was a man who stood head and shoulders above most others literally and figuratively. He was a great Father to not only his own children, but all those who came within his wings. He was role model for being other centered in a place where leadership is defined by helping yourself first. While he and his family lived on modest means (2 Ugandan teacher salaries), there was always enough to share of his resources and time. He never seemed to get dismayed by the perpetual challenges of working and living in this environment. He knew how to be a reed, bending when the wind blows and returning upright when it eased. He was a model of Christian brotherhood for me, and a bright shining star. He had a beautiful relationship with his wife Ester, treating her with respect and dignity, even letting her finish her BA degree first. He was a leader in his faith communities both here in Kampala and his home parish of Tororo, in addition to all his work for the School. He was full of ideas for ways to help make life better for all those around him. He had developed a great vision for St Henry's and built up a good community around the school through the parents and partnerships. He was wanting to ever improve the quality of the education by expanding and broadening the school by bringing in technology, adding a library, trying to get more training for teachers, developing his own skills, making capital improvements, fundraising for the most needy families scholarship fund, and trying to figure out some alternative income generating activity for the school. He was a joy to work with and I will miss him greatly. While we can only rejoice for him that he has joined our Father King, we will carry the burden of his absence for years to come. They say a man never stands so tall as when he bends a knee to help a child. Peter was always standing tall.

He is survived by his lovely wife Ester and their three children Susan, Peter, and Cynthia, as well as a large extended family, 300 plus students and teachers, along with two faith communities--St Charles Lwanga and his home Parish in Tororo.

Laura

final final day

2010-07-10T01:02:00.000-07:00

I forgot to mention a mystery which I will first give you,drawing it out as long as I can then when you can't stand it anymore and are fearful you will have horrible dreams about it as well as cursing me and threatening to kill me I will give you the answer. So this is the way it begins: the first day I have breakfast--no mystery yet we all have breakfasts or at least we should--when suddenly the roof begins to echo and re-echo with a loud noise. It is as if someone is bowling on the roof. Several times the loud booming is repeated. On the second day-notice how I am prolonging the mystery-the bowling continues. Now Judy is caught up in the mystery as no doubt you are as well. Could large coconuts be falling on the roof and if they are could they someday fall on our heads? But there are no coconut trees near by. Now,like you, we are becoming desperate. What is the source of the loud noise? Could there really be somebody bowling up there? Then Judy comes up with a bright idea. let us ask someone. Can you now guess the answer? Can you? Can you? No you can't. Tiny beans dropping down on our metal. andc you thought it was somone bowling. Bob

Sadness and Joy

2010-07-09T04:44:00.000-07:00

Our last day. It was less strenuous this year because we worked 8-12:30 only and did notn come back 4 times a week for the Peace and Justice club. So, less tired. I will miss these kids dreadfully. I feel Iv gotten to know then very well in this little time. We had a small party for the kids,who sit in rapt silence, as goodies are distributed.Almost painful to watch, as we know why.They are hungry. We also brought in small treats for the teacher recess. So ,make what you will of this: I did NOT attend a meeting of the Young Socialist Club, headed by Nyka G., because I represent the literacy project, and in a sense L.O.V.E.I wanted badly to go. They meet Sundays at 6:30. We were there, nodded, and left as G and friends came in.. Then, today, there were many prayers, thanking the 2 teachas from Canada , when , on an impiulse I taught the 45 assemled children and 2 teachers " ,Baruch atta Adonai, Elohainu Malech Ha Olam, ha Motzi lechem min ha arets" Joyce says she will review this prayer with them... We have seen big changes in the children. Mutebe Julius is now very controllable and learning! Charles is speedy. Asaba learns. Shamim is smart. Teddy is stolid and curious. I hope the videos that James took come out! Goodbye wond a ful St. Hentry's and TNP! Tomorrow we will pack and then go to enjoy the pool at La Forest,nearby. Sunday, off to Zanzibar , a film festival, and beaches. TNP is a WONDERFUL project.!! Support us! J

The final day

2010-07-09T04:19:00.000-07:00

After we met the children for the last time both of us felt very sad. Such nice kids. So very cute. We had two parties: one for the teachers,one for the students Our students,and the other students from the kindergarden Our students got cereal,popcorn,dried dates so did the other students. Images of Uganda: hardworking people(passing by restaurant door before seven A.M bound for work,the woman at the hotel hard at work on the restaurant floor at 6:30 A.M.).; People of Kampala not standing for any wrong. They will beat-up those they feel have done wrong from thievery to murder(Hannah who lives here has seen mobs attack thieves,has been told of drivers of motorcycles,cars fleeing accidents because they are fearful of the vengeance of mobs.) Nice people,friendly,polite. Now its off to Zanzibar. See you people soon.

Bob

Almost Over!!!

2010-07-08T04:09:00.000-07:00

If you stood motionless, even on a quiet road, within 3 hours your clothes and body would be covered with red dust.If you are careful, you are never truly clean, as after a shower you put on deet, to add a step against Malaria. Molly, at school, got Malaria. So did a doctor friend of Roz Labow's.... We are careful: bottled water,only cooked vegetables, and fruit one can peel.So far, so good. Tomorrow is our last day! Bob was upset today when the teacher left the children to their own devices while she and i tried to figure out words to a lovely Raffi song. The kids are taking exams! Imagine! We can use samples in our JGH nursery and kdg. I did 90% of the teaching today. It went well, and altogether Im very pleased at how our time has gone. I learned from the experience of the 2 previous volunteers, Ellen and Doreen. By the way, some In Need home kids, now sponsored, were CHEERING when they heard HOW AHD is coming next. TO ALL TEACHERS and OT s etc: for the experience of your life, work with us in Namuwongo! J

tid and bits

2010-07-07T08:58:00.000-07:00

Whew, ya gotta live with it.ya gotta ....Its been one half hour and Ive gotten this far. Here are some tids and bits: is someone sponsoring Pamela? wHO? Next: Gaby , we used your lovely Bingo cards. We had to cover the number combinations past ten, and the new concept was very hard, but i do believe Joyce will continue with this!Later. I introduced the balance with concepts of heavier, lighter, equal....moved on to equalities with bottle caps. This is for Linda shecter...they were using YOUR parquetry designs, pegboards, blocks, saved from the garbage by our present kdg teacher who knew I could use ALL. And the children were loving every minute.It gives me the shivers. At supper( yoghurt, an apple, and 3 cookies) spoke with a young Belgian girl staying with an African family, disturbed by their display of wealth. For lunch, lest you consider us deprived, we shlep on the beautiful path, as described by Bob, but then eat at an Indian restaurant, giving us a break before the rest of the hill. Hearing of your weather, i am happy to be inIUganda,where it is a balmy 30 degrees.Bob is nervous. Dark approaching.Bonsoir tout le monde! J

Tests

2010-07-07T04:27:00.000-07:00

After taking our walk to the school(one of the most beautiful walks I have ever taken:away from traffic and congesti0n. Red buildings,red roadway,relatively flat,few people,how peaceful,no fear of motorcyclists steering into you thinking you are a rock) we arrived at the school. We were then told that the students were to be given a test(Judy found the test as good as any she's seen in Canada). The result: I did not teach the students subtraction. I then wrote a memo to the teacher where I pointed out how one could use the counters for subtraction,multiplication,division. At the school I took videos of the children,their teacher,and Judy dancing(pretty graceful for her age which I will not mention only pointing out that she's no longer a spring chicken). Then we returned by the same path taking some more videos. And now here I am in a very talkative internet place trying to get out of here as fast as possible

our Adventure Continues

2010-07-06T08:53:00.000-07:00

one high light was Gadafi' visit. He writes a not, thanking me , mummy, for helping him continue his education. Says he wants to be an engineer. Sister Milka also slips us a note. They want to be remembered to Jessica and Melanie.. The day in our classroom went smoothly. While teacha Bob cultivates advanced maths, Im counting bottle caps with the middles and bebbies.My lessons wnt well,.... because Joyce was in the room. Without her...? It is hot Power going out daily.The children continue continue to amaze me. Met with headmaster and found a way to cut our budget thus enabling us to add 5 more children. a primary school teacher earns about 1100$US yearly... Ti aad... a good ,but fairly intense day. I love the new path to school, and look forward to tomorrow.

Miracles

2010-07-05T09:44:00.001-07:00

Well,after another power failure which left computers malfunctioning here I am again. We went to the school a new flatter quieter more beautiful route,a faster route as well Most of my students can really add now. Tomorrow we play counting Bingo and the day after I teach subtraction

Bob

Sunday

2010-07-04T01:08:00.000-07:00

We were supposed to go to a pool, but its overcast, so we are moving slowly. We went to the Italian Supermarket. Bob got ice cream, and I, tea, with masala. Before continuing: the vicious rumour that Howard corrects my blogs IS A LIE!!! He corrects my SPELLING< only!!!Anyway, we met 2 people who had finished a stint in CONGO. He was there for 3 months, a logicien, from France, and she, a nurse from the midwest.They had been with Medecins Sans Frontier......wow.They are having de briefing in Geneva. Thats all for today. Bob will work on Moishe's math problem....

The Rest

2010-07-03T05:36:00.000-07:00

Today we rested like God.i.e, if He is Jewish. After an exhausting Friday where my students,tired of doing addition began to trade the counters or simply take ones from others, we today took it easy,spending our time at an African art gallery where we bought a couple of paintings. How I love African art. In the morning we bought necklaces for Canadians, Well,Moish, I can only say that my students can probably add better than you. Lets see you add 5 million,seven hundred and fifty thousand,l nine hundred and sixty-seven, five trillion sixty-five billion,nine million seven hundred thousand twenty nine in five seconds. You still haven't gotten it? And I did not even give you one of the additions my students were able to work out. Suppose you now were asked to add five and one,what would be your answer? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Bob

Kisugu

2010-07-03T05:24:00.000-07:00

Saturday: no work. Bob went out, the intrepid explorer, to find a more direct, shorter route to the school. He did!!!Just after he returned, triumphant, Sophia came with about 100 necklaces. I picked 60. Unfortunately, there were only smaller ones in red. Not really small, but not huge!!!After transacting business, we went to an art gallery in town, where I helped the artistic community by buying two pieces... one ,a gift, the other for me. We came back via Kisugu. You want to close your eyes, and pretend not to see ,because if you see, you weep. Judy

2010-07-02T09:15:00.000-07:00

We had an easy day! Friday is "fre activity", and wow, when the 2 classes got together,did they ever sing and dance!!! We also met Godfrey, who we have sponsored since 2005. H is doing very He remembers Jessica and Melanie. According to his teacha he is a strong student

Doreen , another child we sponsor,is having trouble with Math. The power went out for a couple of hours,but we were back at the Kenrock, and didnt mind. Doreen and Ellen, the 2 kids that "graduated" are Yasin and Christine. There s a new baby , Teddy. We thought she was a boy. But she is a squat,chubby girl,3 years old, who watches bob and me with a discerning eye. Bob will write tomorroe. love, Judy

A Wonderful Day

2010-07-01T05:30:00.000-07:00

I find it almost electrifying to watch and think of this tiny literacy program. As Bob mentioned, 2 kids left today, filled with pride. Susanna and Linda have sponsored, each one child. The ones who left are the brightest of the lot. It will not be an easy jump,but Joyce had equipped them well. Bob and I each did good work today. It was brilliant (if I say so myself) to arrive prepared with lessons, ready with the equipment, work sheets etc.We met with Peter to discuss finances, and were pleased We also met with James and Molly, who were last years mentors of the Peace Club. Molly has malaria,but was working nonetheless. James is special, and I like talking to him...Last evening we had dinner with George, the son of Sophia, who runs a coop, and provides us with beads. George is articulate,bright, incisive,and the head of a small Socialist club. We turned down the invitation to meet the group. as we are here representing LOVE and our Literacy project...After work we took a "hire" downtown, to Uganda Air to get our tickets to Zanzibar. Though this is not easy work, it is overwhelmingly exciting and gratifying. Small as it is,it is a powerful tool. Thank you to family, friends and our supporters...

Second Day The New Day

2010-06-30T04:56:00.000-07:00

I found the old path and I feel renewed. It was further up the hill. I taught these kids how to add and most of them learned very fast. I feel very good. Then after teaching them(the older students) this we all danced and sang. We all felt good, Judy felt more than just good,she felt fantastic. Two students are going to regular school because they are sponsored. And two new ones are coming. What more do we need to make our day? Huh. Watching these students. Seeing the joy on their faces,the intensity of their interest,their hands rising, as their emotions rise,their hands like the flickering of a fire.... Can you not almost feel the heat? And where once there was only an icy coldness, now a fire,a real fire, And now two new students are coming...

Bob

The First Real Day

2010-06-29T04:44:00.000-07:00

Well after flying 24 hours and trying to recover we had our first real day in Africa(somehow things seem to have altered ever so slightly. I got lost my first day. Why? ) But Africa still seems to draw me. The red roadways with the even more red "sidewalks", the houses hiding behind the walls. The slow walkers on the roadways, on all roadways oblivious to those North American rabbits racing or trying to race. Why do I so love this place? But above all those wonderful children and their wonderful teacher Joyce who are waiting for me as I finally find my way now on a relatively flat roadway(where is the Mt. Everest I used to climb) toward the school. Those kids so thrilled with the desire to learn,ready it seems to pounce on all information that comes their way. Now they sit caught up in working out their puzzles,e.g. what letter comes after c. Now they are trying to do Miss Mary Mack. I don't know what to smile more about: watching the the children laughing,smiling or seeing Judy,Joyce trying to remember --sometimes they forget--which hand to hit Tomorrow. I teach the older children how to add. I will be in further touch

first day!

2010-06-29T04:38:00.000-07:00

It was a homecoming! With the addition of 2 tables....heaven. There were 2 groups :upper and middle, with little Teddy, a girl in lower. She is tiny. We enjoyed Joyce, the new teacher. When we went to the P1 class for porridge,the teacher wondered if Doreen and I were sisters. All the teachers were thrilled at the photos, as were the children.The kids and Joyce were eager to show off the song Ellen had taught them. It was a great first day. We basically observed. I began teaching Miss Mary Mack,and introduced the clapping that goes along. That was a hit, and will be continued. Tomorrow we will work on maths. It was far less stressful this year. We knew where we were going, the layout etc. (It will be easier for Doreen and Ellen next time!)Some of the kids we knew from last year.But seeing the In Need Home kids from 2006,now growing, and in regular class because of sponsorship... that brings tears to my eyes. The climb up the hill back, after classes, was interminable... More tomorrow J

2010-06-28T09:05:00.000-07:00

Please dont consider this a blog. Bob will blog tomorrow... We arrived safely. Andrew was there to meet us at Entebbe, as planned.It is all very familiar....today we walked briefly down Tank Hill Rd., and saw a sign for the Diplomat....and then, Le Foret. Any comment, D or E. ?Went to the Chinese restaurant we love for eggplant yui sing.We start at school tomorrow, and are all set with lesson plans! Will I be able to handle a small group of 5? Dont be sure.I feel good to be back here. Howard,the PHONE DID NOT UNLOCK!. Had to buy new phone

2010-06-26T09:42:00.000-07:00

Almost 1 p m. Our plane leaves around 9:30. The next time I sit at a computer, I will be in a very different world.The internet cafe will be buzzing, and I will be upset because I cant get to where I want to be,and Bob will tell me to slow down and breathe. I find it hard to do that...there is
so much I want to accomplish while there. My main goal is to review and discuss the budget so that the coming year will go smoothly. We have material for our classroom, and are armed with lesson plans.I have been lucky enough to find 3 new sponsors,and hope Peter Okoth will help match the sponsor with the child. Of course Im anxious to meet the children Ellen and Doreen have been raving about!!When I consider all this, I continue to be amazed that the project is doing such good work. Yes, its a drop in the bucket, but so many people have added drops,we may need another bucket. Wish us a safe trip. Keep us in your thoughts. Judy

Butterflies

2010-06-20T04:49:00.000-07:00

Bob and I are leaving Montreal next week, arriving in Entebbe and then travelling by "hire" to Kampala. We're hoping that Andrew, who was a wonderful help to Ellen and Doreen, will pick us up at the airport. We'll be staying at the Kenrock. It's our fourth time in Uganda. I should be blase(this computer has no accents, so please add your own!), but Im not! I have the proverbial butterflies in my belly....Please read our blogs and add your comments! Believe me, it brings us great pleasure when we're in the crowded,hot ,internet cafes, when the computer suddenly breaks down, after a long day, to hear from you all!Despite the butterflies I look forward to meeting Joyce and the children, most of whom are new to me. Judy

TWO MONTHS LATER

2010-06-09T23:22:00.000-07:00

It has been two months since we left Kampala. So much has happened in my life I feel as if my head is a whirley bird-like the propellers on a helicopter.
I am now a grandmother of two babies-a boy(Jeremy) and a girl(Sofia) born nine days apart.
Of course they are wonderful and beautiful and thankfully healthy and growing well.
But although joyous, I am not "over the moon" as someone put it.
Don't get me wrong. I adore my grandbabies and all my children ,my husband and my family and friends. But everyday I find tears dripping down my cheeks and they are not tears of joy. They are what I call Namuwongo tears.

My grand babies were born here in Canada. Neither birth was totally simple. I ask myself what would have happened in the shanty town of Namuwongo. Almost 50% of delivering mothers and their babies die in Africa. If they survive, such an enormous proportion of them live in the squaller, sadness and disease. One of the young men working at our hotel told us Namuwongo was a soft slum. " you don't want to see the others" he said.
So I cry softly at the miracle that Jeremy and Sofia were born in one of the best countries in the world to marvelous parents with overflowing love in their hearts and higher educations. Both these babies are already way ahead of most of the others born on their birthdays around the world.
I love you Jeremy and Sofia.
But the tears still flow for the children of Namuwongo.

Ellen Bacal Segal

FOR THE CHILDREN ,TURN THE WORLD AROUND

2010-03-11T09:43:00.000-08:00

March 11, 2010.

I think about this past month and it's all jumbled together; faces, people, experiences. I feel so full and so alive. The tears are leaking out of me as there is no place inside for any more emotions.
Photos of the zebras of M'Bruru flit through my mind like a silent movie. The shacks of Namuwongo overlapping with the Monyonyo Commonwealth Resort. The contrasts are neverending. Uganda , a land of opposites, the land of the have and the have-nots. Like the smiling and crying masks of the theatre.
Ellen of Africa has gone home to Canada , to the land of non- frizz hair and Starbuck's banana smoothies, leaving her mark here on the children ,on me. I have journeyed on to Israel and even as I walk along the dunes beside the Mediterranean Sea, I speak of nothing but the children.
I see Michael, always eager to help, his shoes caked with mud and his skinny legs covered with scrapes.
Doreen, who's "Uh, uh" at times say more then any words as do her beautiful brown eyes.
Christine, who's clothes are rags but she wears them as if they were silk and fur.
Julian, whose demons darken his eyes as the morning progresses.
There is Hillary, with the accent on the second sylable of his name. His pink jacket confuses us until he demonstrates his left hook and we are reminded again that he is a boy.
I see Charles with his brilliant smile lighting up the room during the power outages.
Then there is Gloria who is the bossiest and feistiest girl from all the boys. She has the intention to break away from her Namuwongo heritage and I am certain that she will.
Provia, whose beaming face and an arch of an eyebrow were her main forms of communication. We need to find her a sponser to be in P2 because even sick, she was able to complete everything perfectly before we even finished explaining it.
Shamim always trying to keep up with her sister, Provia's example and successfully setting her own high standard. Both of them living with therecent loss of their father.
Daniel with his new shoes and his new found voice, who is slowly breaking through his fog of pain.
Maureen, so proud of her gold earings, so obsessed with the scab on her forehead and the moles on my arm.
Jacob determined and focused on getting his "s" to go in the right direction, doing brilliantly after only a few weeks back from break. His mind set on not to be outdone by the new girls.
Hussein, fitting in, making new friends, playing and running despite the fact that his oversized rubber sandles probably belonged to his dead father.
Isma, Mohammed striving to copy his letters and finding a smile despite his hollow belly. Rainy days often meant that porridge was late or didn't happen at all and this was particularly hard on these two brothers.
The courage and the spirit of these wonderful children is something we can all learn from.
I can still see their faces before me. I can still feel their arms around me. I can still hear their voices, mingled with that of Teacha Joyce.
"Hello, hello."
"Hey, hey."
"Where are you?"
"I am heya."
" Are you fah?"
" Not to far."
" Come and play."
"Not today."
"Then when?"
' Another day."

With love and gratitude, Doreen

PARTEE

2010-03-04T02:46:00.000-08:00

Party, party, party, What a morning it was. Teacher Joyche made decorations and arranged to have all the children from pre-primary join us. Tables and benches were carried down the hill. The children sat silently and motionless(40 of them) waiting. The Headmaster gave a little speech and danced, the VP. danced with her daughter. Then we-the teachers danced. All to the wonderous music of Raffi. The children sat very still. When we took photos they smiled.
Then we served them the banana pancakes and juice Doreen and I had arranged for. The children were exceptionally polite. Then they came to us one at a time to say thank-you. We didn't cry!
Then they were let loose and boy oh boy did those kids have a great time dancing and jumping with us. It was a fabulous party.
Before the party Headmaster, Mr. Ocoth, gave us each a letter of gratitude and a gift of beautiful beaded flipflops. Tears filled our eyes. For me it was most difficult to say good bye to all the teachers we had grown to appreciate. Each of them wanted to know when we would be back. A very difficult question to answer.
My photos holds the story of the courageous children of the Namuwongo slum. My soul will always hold the feelings and special memories of this amazing month. I will never forget, I will never regret.
This is Ellen of Africa signing off with love.

TAKING PICTURES WITH MY HEART

2010-03-03T05:49:00.000-08:00

March 3,2010.
One more day until we say goodbye.
I walk around savoring each smell, each sound and each emotion. The morning starts with the chanting of the alphabet and the accompanying games all to encourage learning. The room is filled with joy as we work our way towards break. There is porridge today so the children are recharged and eager to return to work as we move into the numbers section of the day. Christine and Provia , two of our newest students, are given their own math workbooks, courtesy of the photocopier. They are thrilled and breeze through their first page. The pride on their faces is worth all the frustrating bargaining that transpired in order to settle on a fair price.
We all pile out into the "yard" to capture a group photo for our pen pals in Canada. Teacha Joyce gets them into an organized group, her national pride as fervent as that of the Canadian Hockey Team. In order to loosen them of their serious posture, I sing them a verse of Teacha Ellen's "Hockey Pockey". I capture their laughter as it erupts on film.
I see everything with such clarity, as if it is happening in slow motion. I watch the chickens cross the road, hear all the greetings from the children passing by, and feel all the appreciation through the hugs and handshakes given by the staff . Each time someone murmurs ,"I'll miss you," tears spring to my eyes.
I am full;full of love, gratitude and sadness.
I am taking pictures with my heart.
Entry by Doreen Horen

AND SO.....

2010-03-02T00:13:00.000-08:00

And so we begin our final days here at St Henry's School Muyenga with the children of The NLP. My emotions are about as controlable as a room full of bouncing ping pong balls. I am on the edge of tears when Mohamed with quivering lip whispers "porridge" to me. The rain has meant no fire and therefore no porridge and I know this little boy and his brother, another of our students, may do not have food at home. I ask Joyce not to let them go home until they are given lunch, which will be late because of the rain. Why doesn't the weather understand that our children do not carry snacks in backpacks? Cloudy is fine, downpours shift the universe.
Their english is improving everyday, their ability to focus is great (most of the time). Their academic progress has been grand considering that Joyce has only been in the classroom for 3 weeks.
And me? Well I have begun to have more trouble than usual sleeping. Last night I dreamed I was adopting two 2yr olds from Namuwongo. I miss home and my family very much but I don't know how to say good-bye to these children who have had so many losses in their lives. Have they built up some barrier to departures? Do they have attachments to us or do the realize we are only here for a short time. The teachers say they themselves will miss us. I fight tears. A former student in High School died from malaria on the week-end. I fight tears. The dead goat. I fight tears. I phone one of my daughters-in-law and I fight tears. How will Doreen and I leave the school grounds and get back to the hotel on the last day when we will both be blinded by tears.

"For everything there is a season under heaven"
Ellen of Africa

JUST ANOTHER MONDAY MORNING

2010-03-01T06:09:00.000-08:00

March 1, 2010.
Too much rain causing rivers of orange mud. A dead baby goat in the middle of the road hit by a negligent car or boda boda. The porridge late because of soaked firewood. The children hungry and complaining of empty bellies. Yet,we're still dancing and singing round the room to Raffi's "Banana phone".
"What's a banana phone?" asks Teacha Joyce. I'm not sure what Ellen tells her. I'm glad it' s not me.
We've arranged with Mary, Michael's grandmother , to make us 8o of her special banana pancakes for our parting celebration on Thursday. I am crying already, though I promised Ellen to try and wait until the walk home after school.
The penpal letters are finished , complete with drawings and accompanying photos. Relationships have been ,only to be broken. It's difficult being in the moment when there are only 3 days left to teach, to learn.
The children's faces and the lessons learned will linger ,slowly becoming woven into the fabric of who I am , who I am becoming.

Entry by Doreen on March 1, 2010.

AND......

2010-02-25T03:30:00.000-08:00

Another wonderful school day with the beautiful children. It has become a custom now for the children (all of them) to rush to us and overwhelm us with hugs when we arrive in the morning. It is so warm and wonderful and something I think we will always remember.
Everything is going along smoothly. Joyce seems to know exactly her goals for the children. We put up 2 new leaves on the tree today, one for Provia and one for Christine. The new girls are running circles around the boys, who worked very hard and were not very silly at all today. In the face of the sweet new girls they are really trying hard.
Then there was rain. BUT not just regular rain. This was a torrential downpour, complete with black sky and mud running down hills like fast moving rivers. Unbelieveable. Nobody seemed the least put out by this except me. In the darkened classroom (no electricity) the children continued to do their writing. They even ventured out to the bathroom and didn't look the least bit wet when they returned-amazing. As I write now it continues to rain but lighter than when it began about 3 hours ago. NOTE: my research on-line said quite clearly that Feb. was a Dry month. It has been raining every second day and I have another weather migraine. I'm sueing Google.
As ever,
Ellen of Africa

It's Days Like This ....

2010-02-24T03:59:00.000-08:00

Feb.24, 2010.
What a special greeting this morning. Accompanying the usual "Good morning Teacha Doreen " was a group hug, filled with loving energy and smiles. What an incredible way to start the day.
All sorts of posters are up around the classroom. There are those with letters , numbers and various words . Even Judy's tree of kindness has been resurrected to encourage the children to commit acts of kindness to each other. The children are lapping it up as if it was all a sweet treat and the focus and motivation this morning was quite high. So exciting. Some of the new students are raising the bar in the classroom challenging the others to work even harder. They are so beautiful with their faces bathed in smiles of pride.
We are even managing to individualize some of the lessons according to the various levels. This is quite a breakthrough as well.
The porridge was almost on time today and there was out door play time as the mud had dried up somewhat from Sunday's downpour. We reconvened with a story by Mercer Mayor called "I Was So Mad", a precursor to introducing the tree of kindness. The children loved it so much that they immediately chorused, "Again please " the moment I stopped. Now how is that for a universal reaction?
The rest of the morning was spent learning about Canada as Teacha Joyce and myself introduced the pen pal letters I had brought from a grade two class in Terry Fox Elementary. Thank you Ms.Roberta. The students were over the top with excitement. They were so amazed about the skating on ice. Luckily I had some photographs, courtesy of my son Daniel, in my camera to show them just that. We started the responses to the letters and all went well. It was a wonderful day! It's days like this that keep you coming back for more.
Blog entry by Doreen

BACK IN THE SADDLE

2010-02-23T03:16:00.001-08:00

After being away for a long week-end to explore some of the beauty of Uganda, Doreen and I returned to class this morning. Great joy, big hugs all around and a feeling of love. I for one was very pleased to see them all again, especially our new pupils that we chose on Thursday.
Most important Teacha JoYce was back full of health, energy and creativity. I wanted to know if the children had asked about us. "No" she replied. I realized we had never told them we were leaving for a few days- a nasty omission considering how many loved ones (like mothers) have disappeared on them in their young lives. I felt really badly.
However it was a good morning even if porridge was late and the children became a bit wrangy around lunch time. You know the drill-under the table over the table, out the door, behind the door. They needed to eat and play.
I was happy to have successfully read them a story and accomplished a song with them- awhole 25 min.
I was back in the saddle again.

Ellen of Africa

ONE STARFISH AT A TIME

2010-02-18T03:58:00.000-08:00

Feb.18,2010.
Today Ellen and I, along with Mr. Okoth, the headmaster of St. Henry's Primary school, went down to Namuwongo. Namuwongo is a shanty town on the outskirts of Kampala of approximately 500,000 people who have come from various areas affected by wars,such as Rwanda, Burundi, the Congo, Southern Sudan and Northern Uganda. Our mission was to choose six children to be part of our project. Six children to be chosen out of 150,000. Before we got past the railroad tracks, we were approached by clusters of children. They seemed to know why we've come. One little girl took my hand, a smile on her face.Flies were swarming around and landing everywhere but none of the children seemed to notice. They were focused on being picked to go to school. They had to meet two very important criteria; one was that they have only one parent or none, and the other that they have a guardian who would make sure that they would make it to school daily. We met the parent or guardian of each child and went to see where they lived. Then we all went back to the school for interviews, informal testing and registration. They all wanted to come. I am so touched and impressed that these people who suffer so much put so much importance on education.
At the end of the day, I am filled with sadness that we could not do more. There are so many.. I took no pictures but I will never forget what I have seen today. And in the end I have come to realize that we did not choose the children, they chose us. Or perhaps it is as Mr. Okoth says. "God has chosen them."
Doreen

CHAOS

2010-02-17T01:06:00.000-08:00

So Teacha Joyce is still home recovering from malaria. I recovered from my food difficulty but it rained-like I have never seen before- for most of the night so I woke with a migraine. I don't understand , Google says it is supposed to be dry in Uganda during February. Google lied. I decided to come to school anyways as an extra adult body surely I would be useful. Ha!!!!! Doreen and I have absolutely NO credibility with the children. We were all in Teacha Sara's class which probably numbered close to 30 children under 6. Seating space is limited so the children are sitting cheek to cheek, all the better to push, pinch, grab and do anything to make your neighbor cry. We tried to get some number work done, with the children copying from the board into their notebooks. Ha!!!!!
I don't even know how to describe the chaos other than to say the children behaved like children. Some stuff is developmentally universal. Finally we got them singing and dancing Yeh. But Sara was called to a staff meeting, the porridge was 1hr. late the children were hungry, tired and very cranky. One little girl's crying began to sound like a mantra, some were covering their ears against the din, most were running around causing trouble, I was guarding the door looking for the porridge and Doreen had fallen onto a chair.
What I found very interesting was that at one point they all sat down. Some children had brought their own snacks and had gone to their bags to get them. All those with food shared with their friends. What a wonderful sight. The peace didn't last long , but while it did it was heavenly.
I haven't lost hope yet.
Ellen of Africa

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY

2010-02-16T05:04:00.000-08:00

Feb.16,2010.
Today had all the ingredients of disaster. Poor "teacha" Joyce was sick with malaria and had to go home to rest. Poor "teacha" Ellen was home sick due to some adverse effects from last night's Indian food ,and poor "teacha" Doreen was the substitute for the large part of the day. I was seriously considering faking malaria symptoms so I too ,could go home to my bed. As with all children and a substitute teacher, they tested me to the limits. Julius was busy "beating on his friends". Jacobi was grabbing things out of the garbage and throwing it at the others.Charles was on the table, and Michael was under the table,while little Hillary was literally hanging off the the wall. The others divided their time between crying or simply being stunned by all this activity. I prayed for porridge time so they could run off this excess energy and it started to pour. Someone's laughing at me. It's not even rainy season.
The headmaster took pity on me and combined classes with the group we share PE with. Phew, some relief.

WATCH OUT FOR THE COWS.

2010-02-15T02:39:00.000-08:00

Feb. 15, 2010.

Picture a city of over 7,000, 0000 people having what seems like 10,000,000 cars and ONE traffic light. That's Kampala. There we were, one afternoon last week, sitting in traffic with nowhere to g, when all of a sudden, a herd of long horn cattle came running through the turn about. They were on their way to slaughter.

Today in class, Ellen and I empathized with those cows. Joyce, the class' teacher was extremely sick, we suspect with malaria. The children took advantage of the situation just like kids anywhere and we lost control. It was an endless day.

Doreen

SONGS: THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE

2010-02-12T03:53:00.000-08:00

Feb. 12, 2010.

We start the day out in the yard. Every Monday and Friday they hold parades at St. Henry's Primary School. This is how an assembly is referred to, a parade.. a much more fitting term as it is a joyous celebration with ongoing movement. A half hour later, we head to the classroom, bathed in sweat.

A multitude of lessons, printing, numbers, stories and then it's time for porridge and break time. The children play with makeshift balls made out of garbage. They play soccer, creative and full of laughter.

I take this opportunity to make the acquaintance of one of my student's father. Michael is a little boy in our class. Bright and full of motivation to learn. He is quite promising with his ready smile and his eager attitude. He lives on the school grounds in a double shack with his father, grandmother,stepmother and brand- new, half sister. His birth mother left after the death of his natural sister. His home is located beside the teachers' bathrooms.

I introduce myself and tell him how special his son is. He does not care.

Back to class, for art lesson. First we draw and then incorporate play dough into the lesson. The children love the play dough and we constantly need to remind some not to eat it. The morning ends with some tunes from Raffi. Picture the children marching around and dancing to "Banaphone" . Children, who have lost parents and siblings to AIDS or the war in Northern Uganda. All is forgotten, as we sing together in harmony.

I HATE PE

2010-02-11T03:58:00.000-08:00

The morning began with thunder over Lake Victoria, a threat of rain that didn't materialize. The day opened to magnificent sunshine and a lovely breeze.
Although we arrived at school earlier today the children were already seated and playing with many of the new materials we have brought. I took the opportunity to visit with the class of the deaf girl in P1 who I will work with each day for a 1/2 hr. Monika class s at PE I was told and directed o the outdoor field where PE is held.
You might imagine an area equipped with jungle gyms, swing sets balls, hoops etc. AND you would be wrong!
There s a field of packed earth, children, and 2 Teachas. That's it.
Two amazing teachers leading the children in a most vigorous aerobic workout of group games, some of which resembled capture the flag and tug of war. The children laughed and ran and played and clapped. I clapped too.
After PE I tutored successfully tutored Monika., then returned to my class to dis cover it was time for PE. I couldn't believe it. So we returned to the field, to the game with the hot African sun above us. No more breeze. everybody except one of us was joyous.
You know when I was at school I had the physique of an athletic child but actually I was terrible.
And it still shows because I still hate PE!!!!
Until the next time I remain
Ellen of Africa

I Have Arrived

2010-02-10T05:25:00.000-08:00

Feb.10,2010.
It was a glorious morning, sun shining and no mud puddles to decoratively splash the back of my legs. There is always a chorus of "Good morning , Mazungo" from the children on the way to accompany me on my walk. I was almost at the top of the red clay dirt road, close enough to hear the children's' voices , when I felt the warmth of two little hands slip into mine.
"Good morning Teacha," two little smiling faces chimed. With that, we all rushed up the hill to class to start our day.
I had arrived.
Two more children showed up today, Julius and Doreen. Still sick,with flowing noses and booming coughs. Our day was filled with printing lessons, where we incorporated the peg boards I brought . The children are fascinated by every new thing but their favorite is the children's literature. Each chance they get they gravitate towards the books. Hillary can sit forever "reading" his book upside down. He's three! Julian on the other hand needed a little couching in the care of books as he didn't know how to turn a page. Now every time he turns a page , he says,"gently". I have no idea where he got that from.
We had PE in the sun at 9:00 and laughed and ran and danced. The children who are not in school but are from the surrounding areas, watched with envy tinged with sadness. I too watched them with sadness , wanting to include them all in our games.
More math after playtime and to relieve some of the "sillys" we danced and sang to Raffi.
Wonderful day, life is good.
Doreen

AND THEY LAUGHED

2010-02-09T03:42:00.000-08:00

Day 2 at school. Daniel was away sick. Actually we were greeted by his illness when he vomited twice yesterday morning. Poor little guy. So there were only 5 children-4 boys and 1 girl-and three teachers. Great ratio. I find the children to be quite advanced in their academic level. The learning is mainly by rote, which seems to give the children a good feeling of security. Not to mention how well they are learning.

The teacher is one of the most creative,energetic,warm and intelligent pre-primary teachers I have ever seen. A dynamo.

Today we brought more supplies with us.I brought Play Doh. Wow what a perfect response. Everyone loved it. We had to limit Teacha Joyce to the amount she used. She was so creative. The children got so much inspiration form her pleasure that they moved from their usual shy positions to joyfulness and they laughed.

ellen of Africa

WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

2010-02-08T07:21:00.000-08:00

Feb.8,2010.
I am in love for the first time in a long time. With the country.. with the people.... with the children of Namuwongo.
Ellen and I spent our first day at St. Henry's Primary School and were instantly smitten. They welcomed us in a special assembly outside clapping a rhythmic song. Peter, the headmaster treated us like visiting royalty and Joyce, their incredible teacher, was welcoming and made us feel like we truly belonged. We had tea in the teachers room and met the rest of the staff who were equally welcoming.
But it's the children, the children with their shining ,beautiful, faces attentive to task at hand, diligently learning all the skills, who swept us away. All were so focused ,except for one and of course she found me...
Tomorrow we are planning to spend lunch with the teachers and then I will stay on to work with the Peace and Justice Project with James.
Thank you Judy and Howard for creating this dream so that I can live it.
Doreen

2010-02-07T07:38:00.001-08:00

I am excited to hear that our 2 newest volunteers have arrived in Muyenga, and are safely at the Kenrock Hotel. I hope this is the start of an amazing venture. Unfortunately, according to James,one of the 2 mentors of the Peace and Justice Club, Olivia is no longer the teacher. He named the new teacher as Joyce. Is this the Joyce we know so well???She was one of the first teachers when we were at In Need Home. Welcome Joyce,if its you.!!Ellen and Doreen, how are you finding the hotel?Remember,you can ask them for a different breakfast! You will love the children in our class,and be pleased to hear that there is some movement between LOVE Central, and St. Henry's. I can hardly wait for daily news. LOVE Judy

ONE MORE BIG SLEEP

2010-02-03T17:05:00.000-08:00

SO JUST TONIGHT LEFT IN MY COZY BED BEFORE WE HEAD OFF TO UGANDA. I WONDER IF I WILL BE ABLE TO SLEEP.
MIRACULOUSLY I HAVE PACKED EVERYTHING INTO ONE BIG SUITCASE. I NEVER KNEW I HAD SUCH A TALENT.
HOW DO I FEEL? I DON'T KNOW?
EVERYTHING I SEE, SMELL, TOUCH WILL BE NEW. I WILL BE EXPOSED TO A NEW CULTURE. THIS IS EXCITING. I WILL FEEL SORROW AT THE POVERTY I CANNOT SOLVE.
I HAVE HAD A LIFE FILLED WITH GOOD LUCK AND JOY. I WISH TO BRING SOME OF THIS TO THE CHILDREN OF THE NAMUWONGO PROJECT. I WANT TO MAKE THEM LAUGH, AND OF COURSE LEARN THEIR ABC'S.
I AM BRING THEM PLAY DOH
NEXT TIME IN UGANDA.
Ellen

THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW

2010-02-03T09:16:00.000-08:00

Feb.3,2010.

Refrains of songs keep running through my brain....
"Tomorrow, tomorrow ,
I love you tomorrow,
You're only a day away".
Perhaps it is because this trip is helping me find my voice. I feel as if I am running to meet myself, in a place called Namuwongo.
Tomorrow.....

THE COUNTDOWN CONTINUES

2010-01-31T13:26:00.000-08:00

Jan.31,2010.

All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go... only 5 more days until take off. My suitcase for the children is overflowing with stickers, pencils , and all sorts of supplies desperately needed. I picture their faces upon arrival and my eyes well up. I am ready. It' a feeling akin to jumping off into a dark space of unknown. I am ready.
Doreen

12 Days

2010-01-23T22:25:00.000-08:00

The duvet cover on the queen size bed in the guest room can no longer be seen. Strewn on the bed are my clothes, my toiletries, my sketching and watercolor supplies, too many pairs of shoes, a walking stick................
When I learned of the Namuwongo Literacy Project in August I knew it was for me. I had been searching for the right place to volunteer in Africa for a number of years and finally I had found a project where I felt I could fit in. A project where my skills would be helpful.
"Did you buy some of the supplies for the children I saw at Walmart and Dollerama?" asks my 96 and1/2yr old mother. Still driving herself, she has been scouting out materials for the project for months now.
"Uh huh" I mutter looking at the pile of children's supplies next to the bed. How will I pack all of this?
"Good " she asserts, "because you know there are only 12 days left until you go"
I can't breath-my emotions have moved into every available space in my body. I can't wait to meet the children!
ellen

ANTICIPATION

2010-01-23T08:12:00.000-08:00

I sit here making lists in preparation for a dream and each moment that I allow myself to experience the excitement, I feel so full, so complete.Nothing matters, except the surreal journey which will alter me forever. I look at the pictures of the children and feel my heart stolen away , even before we actually meet. They will call me "teacha" but I know that ultimately I will be be the student.
Jan.23, 2010
posted by Doreen

FOOLED YOU

2009-07-14T01:00:00.000-07:00

Who would have thought ,ten years ago, that I would be on the back of a boda boda,travelling through the poverty of Namuwongo, up to the comparative peace and quiet of our hotel, after the last day. We gave treats to the kids: healthy cereal, dried banana, pineapple, and raisins. We invited the Ruby 11. James, the co director of the Peace club, a teacher, came by with a gift for Bob and I. Another gift from the wonderful sect of the school. Although it is tough to say goodbye to the children, and now the older children, Olivia, our teacher, and the Peace Club, I find this length perfect. We accomplished what we set out to do. I still , truly, find it amazing that I am here and have done this. Amazing. I wish... no. I wish too much, and not for me. Bye now. J

AN ADMISSION

2009-07-13T04:10:00.000-07:00

The kids have porridge at 10,and break at 10:30. They come back to class at 11. Olivia, the real teacher went to see her sister who is going back to their village. She came back at 11:06. There was CHAOS! Charles was running around poking others wit a big stick. Mutebi and Jimmy were fighting. Two were under the teacher's desk, three were crying. I ran around trying to put out fires, but to no avail!!! I gasped a sigh of relief when O came back in, and, although I refused to read Hop on Pop, as I had tried to we had a phonics lesson and Words In Colour without the colour. THEN I started Hop on Pop. Bob and I bought books over the weekend, and Peter, the Headmaster, promised to add more. I feel Bob and I have had a successful time here with the project, and, hope that L. O. V.E. chooses to continue what we introduced. Its hot today...We bought treats for tomorrow, our last morning. Fare thee well,and love from us.

May be the last one till Sweden?

2009-07-12T07:17:00.000-07:00

Bob says we will be too rushed to write Monday or Tuesday, which will be hectic. Tomorrow we leave at 7:15, work till noon, come back, rest a bit, and go back to help Gadafi with his multiplication tables and meet with the Peace and Justice Club, which is comprised of 8- 13 or so year olds. Some have already taken photos of: "things that are happy and things that are sad in my life". We already created a tradition! At the end of each meeting we cross link arms and sing: "step by step the longest march can be done,,," it is hard not to cry. As for our babies, Ruby wanted a report on her 11, and I can say that one of hers, Veronica, is screaming less, and crying less. We will give the NLP and Ruby's 11 a special treat on Tuesday, when we will work 8-10:30..... shlep back across Namuwongo, up a hill that resembles a dusty, rutted Ridgewood,....come back tired, and be picked up at 2:00 p.m. to go to Entebbe,.....then Addis Ababa, then Rome, then Sweden. Love to all our friends from Bob and Judy

GRAVELY INSULTED

2009-07-11T00:30:00.000-07:00

WHY? Because "people" seem to prefer Bob's blogs to mine! Woe is me. I was quite sick yesterday and did not go to work. The teacher, Olivia, had brought her daughter for me to meet, and, of course, I was not able to....Bob says the teaching went well. After work Bob walked over to the IN NEED HOME, our previous headquarters, and was warmly greeted by Anny and Lilian. My only report of the day is that I ate only a quarter of a slice of toast all day, and I was serenaded by loud cries of ecstacy emanating from a room whose occupants were obviously taking drugs and having sex. As for the party the night before, our guests seemed happy. We had Mr.Okoth and his wife, Ronah and Joyce, and Esther Watts' neice,Casey.This was the 4th and best attempt to have grilled chicken, and approached what I wanted. Today I have revived and we are off to find the 1000 Cups Coffee Shop , with no address available. We leave Tuesday morning! J

TOWARD THE END

2009-07-09T05:04:00.000-07:00

The executive are the wonderful children who run the Peace and Justice Club of St, Henry"s School. We met with them yesterday and they printed some of their photos as well as wrote some stories(we are bringing them back with us and I think you will find them quite interesting). Today, I spent some time teaching the students the sounds that some of the letters make as well as spelling for some simple words. The thrill that they showed made the effort worthwhile. How tired I now feel. These young children wear me out more than the older children I once taught. But it was worth it. The picture of us: Get up and have breakfast around six forty-five. Then we begin our half and hour journey on the red soil that finds itself on the side of a roadway. Red roofed houses shelter behind red or white walls as speeding boda bodas (motorcyclists with relaxed passengers barely holding on) fly by. Then another roadway at right angles appears. We move to the right. The red line now become a blotch and we move more leisurely on it except where trucks block our way then we try to walk gingerly around them. Then suddenly a dull orange roadway appears we move up it. The climb is gradual and we meet many people coming and going. We move to the left passed a pub and then our climb begins. A small mountain appears,orange and rutted,with occasional trucks,boda bodas,cars speeding upward. Then it appears: St.Henrys. We have done it! We arrive at 8 and leave about noon and then we walk back. Four hours with these wonderful children and then the hike back. And I will miss it all: the screaming children,the kindly overworked teachers,the red roadways,the palm trees.... Bob

Party Day

2009-07-09T04:28:00.000-07:00

Bob will post a blog today, too, but I wanted to say how nice it is to read your comments. Also, working at the JGH will be a cinch after this. Its humbling...We took photos thanking the 4 schools that raised $ for us via Howard.
Evie, the Chinese restaurant sells the eggplant hui sing! Maybe the gang can come here after the Saturday film. Rochelle, is Doreen reading this blog? Bob and I are fine. I just bought 2 pineapples for tonight. I had previously bought ground nuts and compained to Bob that they wern't as good as ones I previously ate, and then found out they had to be roasted! We switched from the Chez Johnson. It's nicer, and less expensive. Moishe and Roz , keep commenting! We love your comments, everyone! Love J.

GUNS and ROSES

2009-07-08T04:14:00.000-07:00

I believe the word is ubiquitous...everywhere there are guns. Police, soldiers, guards...In Namuwongo one can't walk 20 paces without guns. We are used to it and don't bat an eyelash. Yesterday, the kids in the Peace and Justice group broke in to 2, and I went to the Soweto section of Namuwongo. It was not pleasant, but it is where some of the kids live their lives. Maybe they will do better.... Our little literacy project is doing well. I had one today who put sounds together to make words. Of course I was mad with pleasure.There was 1 girl, Veronica who screamed and cried constantly, but was switched to Ruby's class. Now she comes in to say Hello teacha Judy, and sings. She never did when she was with us. Tomorrow we are hosting a party! We tried the grilled chicken 3 times and it has not been what I want!!!!(sound familiar, Kavita and Ruby) I hope it is good tomorrow......Invitees: Mr. Okoth, headmaster of St. Henry's,and his wife, Ronah and Joyce, teachers of our kids lasst year, and Esther Watts' niece, who has been working here for a year. We will serve wine! Back to the important stuff: the project at St Henry's goes well. We want to expand, but maybe we must wait till the kids have been there longer. I already see 2 kids who should be sponsored to real school, but that is for 1 of you to decide! These kids steal your hearts, but after 40 plus years of teaching, I quiver if Olivia, the real 'teacha', leaves for more than 10 minutes! Chaos in needle park! love to all.

New News

2009-07-07T05:50:00.001-07:00

Exciting Times: Taught a class where the students had to count pencils and give me the exact number I asked for. They did very well. Judy and I met with members of the Executive and they took pictures of sad and happy things. Will meet again with them on Wed (tomorrow) to see how everything worked out. One day going home noticed some kids behind me trying to see if they could beat me. I then challenged them to a walking race. Again, walking with members of the Executive, I challenged them for the honor of Canada to beat me. I am proud to say Canada won. The members of the Executive I was with could not think of any happy things in their lives; one wanted a picture of himself before a picture of his dead mother. I wait to see what these students have to say about their lives. Bob

ANOTHER WONDERFUL DAY

2009-07-03T05:26:00.000-07:00

at least WE think it's wonderful.....To begin,we had an appointment with a pineapple vendor for before 8. We wanted to bring pineapples for the teachers at St. Henry's. We waited till 8:20,and went to check the next vendor who wasn't there either, so we had to go to an expensive store to get the pineapples and were late to school. I hope they enjoyed the fruit. Our classroom has too many kids in it, a long story, and just about no materials. I believe things will get better.The kids are wonderful, though there is one who should be in Eva's class at the JGH. Im trying to get the teacher to add a smile to a face with eyes and a nose only, when she, for half a second, does what the teacher asks. Mostly she cries. I thought a cute kid Maureen was trying to teach me the acholi word for pencil, but she was saying 'colahred'. It took time till it dawned. I taught them a song using the words Muyenga and Namuwongo, and ued the song for reading. Olivia, the teacher, was interested. We are totally beat after each day, BUT last night we went to a chinese restaurant near us, and it was delicious..I wish all of you could see the whole place. The smog, traffic,a poor but proud school, and kids that you would love to know..I hate being on the computer, but I want to SHARE all this! Love, Judy

MEETING THE EXECUTIVE

2009-07-02T07:46:00.000-07:00

I know that everyone wants to find out what happened when we met the executive and tried to get them interested in photo-journalism but I know that good photo-journalists must try to keep their readers interested in what they are writing and one of the best ways of doing this is not to give away the punchline so I will talk about other things until you just can't take it anymore and then I will tell you the answer. I feel high being in Africa. I love to walk along a roadway(there are no sidewalks only 'sidewalks' where red dirt has creeped on the roadway creating a differentiation of color. This is our pathway and we--hundreds of us---walk along it while motor cyclists shoot by with passengers calmly sitting on the back of motorcycles. Sometimes they stray onto our pathways; sometimes accidentally,sometimes,or so it seems,to show their macho ways. And thus we journey on our way toward St. Henri School and thus we journey back. And I,crazy Bob. love it. I move into the masses,becoming one with them. And feeling one with them I love it. And , crazy as it is, no one walking on this pretend roadway with craazy motorcyclists skooting passed us is afraid. None is afraid, No one. Now will you stop it and tell us about your meeting. What are you going to say about the roadway? I really only care about the meeting with the executive. Oh well, okay, I'll tell us. They accepted what we mentioned. Tomorrow, they begin to photograph. The executive is fantastic. Eight wonderful kids. Bbob

A Full Day

2009-07-01T09:14:00.000-07:00

Its been a full day. First, the hotel did not give us a wake up call at six,which we had asked for. Thank goodness I decided to stay up when I awakened at four A.M. We must be at the NLP by 7 :45. The morning is long with 30 kids at many different levels, kids who have no school preparation . Olivia, the teacher, Bob, and I did some reading,writing,and shading (working with crayons). We spoke with the headmaster at recess. He was interested in our suggestions re: Leave Out Violence. By the afternoon we met with the two teachers who are now at the "Social Justice Club", and tomorrow we will meet with the 8 children who form the executive. We gave the teachers each a LOVE camera and will go out with the executive 4-5 times to take photos of good things and difficult things in their lives. Finally each will choose photos and write journals. On the way home we heard drummings and asked to watch an amazing group of teenagers. Practicing "tribal dances" just like in Fire Danced (an excellent film). Judy

OUR FIRST DAY!!!!!!

2009-06-30T10:30:00.000-07:00

The trip was, thankfully uneventful. We followed Terry McEchern's sage advice and spent the lst night in Entebbe. In the morning we took a private hire to the Chez Johnson hotel, booked in and followed Mr. Okoth's directions to the St, Henry School;. Olivia has "our class." The walk from Chez Johnson to St. Henry takes about 20 minutes. A good part is through Namuwongo (very familiar to us,now). Our classroom is quite bare and shabby. Put aside all pictures you may have of private Catholic school.... Hardly any books or toys.... The best,most anticipated,happiest moments came from meeting with children we taught last year. They swarmed and milled. Truly amazing. And when asked to, broke into "Miss Mary Mack". They remembered the words better than we do. We ate with the other teachers posh (gruel) and beans and looked forward to the Italian Grocery Store. On our way there we met up with Ronah and exchanged news. The ice cream was wonderful. Now we have to prepare lessons for tomorrow. Bob and Judy

TROUBLE?

2009-06-25T11:17:00.000-07:00

In the comparative comfort of home, I forgot the user name I need for this blog. Then,the password.Trusted Howard put me back on track!!! This morning I had to change CDN for US funds,remembering that in Uganda, the banks eschew any bills that are either/and /or old ,crumpled. They check carefully,even crisp bills. In return, for Ugandan shillings, par]per money one gets old,used,and decidedly un crisp bills. But mission accomplished: money for Sophia(never met), Ronah, and the In Need Home. Each will be pleased to get money for the beads we sold for them.I find it hard to believe that in a few days, Bob and I will ,hopefully,be at the Chez(pronounced Ches)Johnson budget hotel in Muyenga.We will sorely miss Kavita, Ruby,and Howard,and wish there were volunteers coming with us!A la prochaine, Judy

THE TIME APPROACHES

2009-06-17T17:44:00.000-07:00

Writing a blog here in Montreal is totally unlike doing it in Africa...so Im practicing here,where the electricity won't go out and it's calm and peaceful.Just had a phone call from a recent McGill Education grad who sounds interested in volunteering. On Friday, im meeting with Doreen who hasnt signed in blood,but is a possible? likely volunteer. My blood races and I get excited thinking and talking.We may be building a connection with a wonderful organization called Leave Out Violence. More about that another time... Bob and I fly to Entebbe and will stay at a B&B one night. We take a "hire" to Kampala,and will stay at the budget Chez Johnson hotel,which is within walking distance to our fledgling class of 15 kids,who will learn to READ, WRITE and do basic MATHS,because of our work and your support!

GETTING READY TO GO!

2009-06-14T14:57:00.000-07:00

We will be leaving Montreal on June 28,for Uganda. The adventure starts again. We will post a blog every night. Bob and I are so....excited! Howard may not be able to go as planned,as he has a terrible reaction to Malarone,and wont take larium...imagine that ,he's worried about a little thing like hallucinations!Judy

2008-08-07T19:38:00.000-07:00

Kavita & Ruby's final blog!

2008-08-01T12:04:00.000-07:00

Today was the day we were dreading since we got here - the day we had to say goodbye to the NLP kids. We wanted it to be a special day fr them, so we started out with giving them some peanut butter on their morning chapati snack :) Can't even describe how cute it was to see Winnie beaming with peanut butter all over her face! Friday's curriculum had a bit of a twist in it because we wanted them to have a really fun time with both Group A & B combined. We started out with sharing songs and boy were they really giving everything they had!.. After about 5 rounds of music, storytime began. We did our best to entertain and then it was tie to review what we had taught the children since our arrival one month ago. We were so impressed as they reflected on the different themes - Simon the Elephant, The Life Stages of a Butterfly, Different ways to name and express emotions and Animals native to Uganda. Their knowledge and efforts made us so proud.
Later after the break we had a special edition of PE (just because it was so much fun the last time, we couldn't resist!). The kids danced and played games in a circle and then we introduced them to hopscotch relays. We drew out 6 boards on the concrete and had them race in teams of 5. It was group A vs B, girls vs boys, no holds barred! Before we knew it, it was time for a delicious meal of posho and split peas. Afterwards, tired and full, they a lay down for a nap. When the break ended, it was time to start our goodbyes. The children went first, thanking us for coming, for reading them stories, and for teaching them songs. Some also raised their hands and told us they loved us, asked us to come back again, and to greet Teachas Howard, Tania, Judy, and Bob for them. We promised we'd pass it along. We held back our tears as the teachers said a few words, and then it was left to us to tell the kids how much they meant to us. It's a wonder that the waterworks didn't begin right then and there! We told them how happy we were to have made 30 new friends in Uganda, and although we can't say when, we promised we will back. Hopefully, by then we will be visiting most of them at school!
We had 2 final surprises for the kids before the end of the day: each was given two items of clothing, and a bag of food (rice and beans) for them to take home and share with their families. Many of them wear the same ripped, stained, and over sized or too small clothes every single day so you can imagine how excited they were at the sight of their new threads. :) It was also really important to us to give them something that wasn't just for them, but for their families as well. They went totally silent as we distributed the bags of food, and then to proceeded to carry them on their heads. Very cute. After some closing prayers, lead by Annet Fiona and Winnie,we walked them down the road one last time and said our final goodbyes.
We miss the kids already, and are getting ready to leave Africa with the knowledge that they have taught us more than we could ever teach them in a month's time. We will never forget them, and we look forward to our return to Uganda!

Love from Uganda,
Kavita & Ruby

--- Judy, we forgot to mention that Headmaster Peter told us that Gadafi hasn't missed a day of school since your visit. Phew!

2 days left with the kids...

2008-07-30T11:34:00.000-07:00

It's so hard to believe we are in our final days with the kids, where did the time go? Yesterday we visited Headmaster Peter at St. Henry's Primary School to bring himsomemedical supplies and ask some questions about sponsorship of the kids. We were really excited when he showed us around the construction site behind the school which is soon to become a boarding area for students. His goal is to get as many children as possible out of the slums - completely. We were inspired by his ambition and jolly disposition, (and we vowed to get him on video - he's quite the character!). After our meeting we made our way back to the In Need Home where Rona's class was working on irregular plurals and Joyce's class was making progress with addition.

We were happy to see that almost all of the kids had brought their new raincoats to school (funny because it was a beautiful sunny day!). They were excited,even more so when when IT STARTED TO RAIN!!! They went crazy, they all wanted to run outside and test out their new jackets! We were so happy to see their beautiful smiling faces :)

Today Rona's group worked on constructing sentences and learning about "Good Behavior". We had so much fun having the children act out different scenarios where they had to exercise good behavior and manners!

Ruby was with Joyce's class and they continued with addition,letter writing ad lots of songs. Before we knew it it was time for PE, we had relay races and games, but the highlight was when the children did demonstrations of their traditional Lugandan and Acholi tribal dances accompanied by Joyce who was singing and playing drums on an empty bucket! It was unforgettable.

The day came to an end, but not before we gave them all a special surprise. Beautiful, soft warm blankets! We felt that it was important to give them something that they could share with their families - especial after having seen where and how some of these children live. It will be nice to know they're sleeping cosy and warm under a special blanket given to them with so much love.

More to come tomorrow!

Take good care,

Kavita and Ruby :)

Raincoats and shoes for everyone!

2008-07-28T10:27:00.000-07:00

Today was a beautiful day weather-wise and at the NLP. We were so relieved (and grateful) when our friend Daniel agreed to give us a lift to school this morning because we would have seriously struggled if we’d walked with those heavy bags of jackets and shoes. It was also great that Daniel finally got to see where we work and meet the kids. The children welcomed him by screaming with excitement and hugging him- it was as if he was a returning volunteer. Think he was a little overwhelmed but nonetheless said he’s be back for another visit tomorrow.
When the teachers and Annie saw what we’d bought for the kids, they were shocked and excited. They seemed even more impressed by the fact that we’d ventured out into Owino market on our own and bargained like local Ugandans. We are hard core!
After lunch, we had a meeting with Annie and Lilianne to elucidate the process of sponsorship that allows the children to go to primary school. We really hope that these children get sponsored and are doing all that we can while we are here to ensure that the process is a simple one so that people at home can donate easily. We also questioned Annie and Lilianne about the fact that there are only 28 kids at present at the NLP. As of tomorrow, the Namuwongo Literacy Project will be at capacity and we will have a jacket, shoes, and a blanket for each new student! YES!
After lunch we pulled the kids out of class one-by-one and fitted them with jackets and shoes. Hard to say who was more excited- us or them! We were pretty overwhelmed seeing them in their shiny coats down to their knees (they will grow into them!) and knowing that the next time it rains, they will stay dry, and they will be able to come to school. No excuses!  Among the jackets was a vintage navy Montreal Expos raincoat, now proudly worn by little Devino. If only he knew how much he could get for that jacket back home!
We have lots more to do this week and time is running out… We are determined to do as much as we can for the kids and the community over the next few days. Keep you posted!

Looking forward to tomorrow!

Lots of love,
Ruby & Kavita

The excitement never ends :)

2008-07-27T09:02:00.000-07:00

What a great weekend! Yesterday we took the drive to Jinga to see the river Nile, what an adventure. We were happily on our way when all of a sudden the traffic started to slow and eventually came to a complete stop in the middle of the road. Our driver , looking ahead told us that there had been an accident and he went to check out exactly what had happened. After a few minutes he came back with the report : no one had died (this was the good news!), but a huge beer truck had flipped over and crashed in an attempt to avoid a head-on collision. There was broken glass everywhere. What a mess! We asked if we could help and ran to the scene of the accident with the medical supplies we had. We spent the next hour or so taking car of the driver and his partner who were still in shock. They had a few gashes, and with the help of Miss Ruby (Super Assistant #1), I did my best to clean and patch them up. After that ordeal, we hopped back in the car and continued on to the Nile. When we got there we couldn't believe that we were actually looking at the Nile! It exceeded our expectations and it was so exciting to dip out fingers into the water :). Then it was off to the Bujugali Falls - they were stunning! Tired from a long day we made our way back to "Chez Johnson", or should I say, home sweet home.

We spent the day today shopping for the children. After the first rainfall we knew we had to get them all raincoats, it was terrible to see them coming to school soaking wet and cold. We jumped on a Mutatu and went to Owino Market (which sells just abut anything and everything you can imagine - chickens, shoes, whatever!). The sun was hot, and the market was rocking! We ended up getting raincoats and shoes for all the kids for a great deal. The man we bought the coats from (Fred) was so nice, he even explained to us how we were supposed to be bargaining, and then accepted our offer. It felt nice to be able to give him the money and support his earnings. We told him what they were for and he was so happy that we had come all the way from Canada to help the children of Uganda. Then he took us to another stall and got us a great price on the shoes! I can;t wait to give the children their raincoats tomorrow, the only question is - How are we going to get them all there!?!?

All in all it was a great week-end. Every day, Ruby and I are asking ourselves how did the time fly by so quickly, how are we ever going to say goodbye - and then we pretend like we're staying forever because it feels like home. (Don't worry, we're still coming back next Monday!)

Lots of Love,
Kavita
xxoxx

1 week left!

2008-07-25T09:36:00.000-07:00

Ronah had an appointment this morning so Kavita and I were alone with her class until about 10:30. We reviewed the life stages of a butterfly and were so impressed with how much they remembered! Then we had them sing some songs to wake them up (they are still getting used to the 8am start time), while we laughed hysterically at the sight of them dancing “calypso” with so much rhythm and attitude! So adorable! This was followed by Math, and we continue to teach multiplication as Ronah had started earlier. Barbara, Bosco, and Julius K were among some of the children who finished their work correctly and quickly and asked for more work once theirs was done! We couldn’t say no, of course, so we gave them more work (and more difficult, too!) which they completed effortlessly!

Just before the morning break it started to rain so we ushered all the kids into Joyce’s small classroom. Ronah arrived and organized a “battle” between group A and B. It was a riot! The two groups stood facing each other in a back and forth song and dance competition that had us in stitches. One group sang “shake, shake, the mango tree”, and the other would respond with “Baby beluga”, etc.. This went on for about 15 minutes.
Then it was story time, but for a change the kids were the ones to tell the tales. Immaculate Julius K. sat in front of their classmates and quietly took turns telling Ugandan legends in their native Lugandan. Ronah had the kids translate the stories into English afterwards.
Today’s lunch was delicious split peas and posho. The children sit in circle and eat their lunch so quietly. For those who are used to getting just one meal a day, and are now receiving 3, it is a real treat! We decided today that they need some time rest after lunch instead of running wildly around the compound on full stomachs as they have been doing. Winnie threw up all over the floor after just 5 minutes of play time. Little Sharon, who looks like she is 4 years old but is about 6, gave her friend hand and cleaned it up with a mop and bucket like she was looking after her own child.

the afternoon, Ronah asked the kids what kinds of things they do in their homes to which many replied, “wash the clothes” “take care of baby for mommy” “fetch water” etc. The responsibilities they have at such a young age are unbelievable. Winnie replied, “make poopoo in the toilet”. The class was hysterical. I can’t believe we are leaving in a week. I miss these kids already.

Off to Jinga tomorrow to see the source of the Nile!

Xo
Ruby

Thursday's post.

2008-07-25T09:07:00.000-07:00

We didn’t post yesterday because the power went out before we could post online. Luckily, we were working in a word doc that saved. Here is yesterday’s blog:

Today was our first day without Judy and Bob… Despite the fact that we missed them terribly, was a really great day at the NLP. Ronah and Joyce let us take over quite a bit more than usual and we loved it! In the morning, we taught a lesson on insects (Ronah's class), and did some reading and writing from the blackboard. We were so impressed with how well the older group can read, and how hard they try to sound out the words they don't recognize. Some, however, don't even have to try that hard! Bosco, a charming boy in the older group, has been moved to the back of the class to give his classmates a chance because he knows the answer to everything. Today blew us away by reading "termites" and "caterpillar" off the board. At times he appears bored and understimulated, emphasizing the fact that it is “criminal” (in Judy’s words) that he is not in school.
In the afternoon, we combined classes and taught a lesson on the life stages of the butterfly, while introducing some new vocabulary. Then the kids coloured and decorated paper butterflies that we cut out from construction paper. They had a blast! We told them that since butterflies fly away, they had to give theirs to a friend. Most gave theirs to us and the teachers... We are going to plan more group science and art activities to do next week since today was such a success. :)

Love,
R & K

JUDY & BOB'S LAST NIGHT

2008-07-22T11:35:00.000-07:00

I can't believe this is my last night in Kampala. The second experience was as exciting as the first! Those kids are truly wonderful. I 'know' 29 of the 35 quite well already, each with interesting features: Winnie, so tiny, so smart...... yesterday her ripped dress was falling off; Bosco, who cries at the drop of a hat, but is probably the top pupil; Annet, who grumps when she doesn't get the longest pencil; Julius who always looks sick; and Stella, who shoots the teachers dirty looks.
When they have any food, a usually rambunctious group is suddenly silent. It breaks ones heart. We have loved working at N.L.P.
Bob got a bit sick but is stalwart. The 2 volunteers are AMAZING. clap, clap, clap etc. for YOU!, Ruby and Kavita.....I am sad to leave these kids.
Please support them in what ever way you are able. I have some nice necklaces. Love to all. I am too immersed to really miss anyone, but once in Holland.........
Love to all. Farewell Namuwongo,...... disrupted, difficult lives,....... children with no future.... Judy

July 21st 2008 (the halfway point!)

2008-07-21T09:47:00.000-07:00

So today marks the halfway point of our journey, the time is flying as Ruby and I only have two more weeks here in Uganda. This past weekend we made the long journey to Queen Elizabeth Park for an amazing Safari. Luck was on our side as we had the opportunity to see baboons, elephants, Ugandan Kob, waterbuck, buffalo, Nile crocodiles, warthogs, hippos and a whole bunch of beautiful birds we can't remember the names of! The 8 hour drive (that's right, 8 hours) was unforgettable. This country is stunning. We saw lush fields of tea, thousands of banana trees, misty mountains and beautiful people dressed in vibrant colours. It was nice to head out of the city and experience another side of life in Uganda. We arrived at the Chez Johnson yesterday evening, excited to see Judy and Bob, and even more excited to see the children!

Today was a big day for everyone - our first full day of school! We arrived at the In Need Home at 7:45am and were surprised to see that almost all of the children were already there! It was a very special day in that today was the first time the children were served a full meal! As you can imagine, they were ecstatic! It was a very full day, not to mention hectic - looks like the new schedule will take some getting used to (by all of us!), but we're happy and looking forward to spending as much time as we can with the kids!

Lots of Love,
Kavita and Ruby :)

2008-07-17T10:12:00.000-07:00

We woke up and the sun was high in the sky... Another scorcher, we thought. But we were wrong. Withing an hour of getting to the In Need Home, and luckily just after the children arrived, the heavens thundered, and the rain and hail storm began! Yes, hail! The children began chanting "ICE! ICE! ICE!" and it took us a little while to get them settled down.
We both had really wonderful days with the kids and feel that they have made tremendous progress in the past few weeks (and days!). It's amazing to witness. Joyce's group was only recently introduced to addition of concrete objects and pictures, and today they were comfortably adding numbers in their workbooks. Amazing! Some are so quick and so eager to show us that they can do it. Arafat, for example, a sharp 7 year old boy, kept saying "Teacha, me! Teacha, me!" to get us to look at his work. He got every problem right except for one. Some of the newer children (Erick, Stella) still have trouble identifying numbers and letters.... so that will require more practice.
Rona's group had a blast this afternoon as they learned the names of different emotions - to expand their repertoire of "happy" and "sad"- and acted out dramatic scenarios to demonstrate what each one meant. They were in hysterics!! Some of them are quite the little actors and actresses! The teachers and the kids loved it.

Tomorrow we leave for a safari in Queen Elizabeth Park (woohoo!). We are super excited but sad to miss a day of school.
We will take many pictures of animals to show the children that elephants don't only live in the zoo.
Before we left this afternoon, Jairus cried out "Lions are my friend!" - We hope the lions will be our friend as well.

Cheers,
Ruby & Kavita

Thursday July something

2008-07-17T05:37:00.000-07:00

Today I played hookey while the others went to work. I went to SOS Children's Homes in Entebbe. Amazing. It was a good break from the horrible poverty we saw yesterday. When the children come to the project they wear their best. Before school, they are in rags. The pollution, garbage,mud, odours, traffic...it breaks your heart, as Bob wrote yesterday. Sometimes I wonder why the poor DONT revolt more. Well, they are embittered and exhausted, ....is that why? Enjoy your lives. We are the lucky of the earth

July l6,2008

2008-07-16T09:18:00.000-07:00

We had a busy day helping our teachers (Rona,Joyce). Kavita, I (Bob) helped Rona. Kavita made an experience chart which I found very beautiful. I, a college teacher, with very little experience working with very young children find working with very young children extremely interesting. Now I see how this very beautiful chart with all these beautiful pictures helps the children learn how to read (the pictures correspond to the sentences that refer to them). I find it amazing how these children, whose native language isn't English, are not only able to learn how to speak it but to also write it. Later in the day we--the volunteers--met and while eating Indian food saw oxen passing near the restaurant. Kavita and I vowed we would take pictures of the "cows" for next time (people here have never heard the word 'oxen'). Early in the day we all visited 'Soweto', an extremely poor area of Namuwongo located near the railroad tracks. We,while trying to find a family there,found ourselves jumping over cesspools and ditches. The people we finally found(the family of one of our students) were extremely nice and friendly. Later we visited a school to where many of the students we are personally supporting go. The teachers were extremely friendly and allowed us to visit the classrooms. It was so good to visit our students. We visited a student, an orphan adopted by his mother's sister. The student misses many classes because he must first bring his aunt's daughter to school before going to his own school. This means that he often arrives late to school. And, because they will not allow him into class if he arrives late, he must then go home. This disturbed all of us. Bob

TODAY WE MEET THE CARE-GIVERS!

2008-07-15T15:11:00.000-07:00

Today was easier with Group 1. Ruby and I are each working with 3 kids; but Joyce does an exhaustive intro.....to make it easier!!! Imagine, after 40 years of teaching, I'd be lost without Joyce's help....I sneaked in some smiling face rewards that I didn't tell Joyce about. So did Ruby. Much of the children's' learning is by rote, and difficult to explain to children just learning English... But it was easier than yesterday. Today's highlight was a care-givers meeting to explain that in 2 weeks the children will be served a full, nutritious breakfast, as well as the snack they already receive later in the day. Dollars for this complete meal service has been offered to the children of the Namuwongo Literacy Project through the efforts of Sue Brotherwood, an anonymous donor and the Red Hippo Project. We are, indeed, fortunate to have the support and partnership of The Red Hippo Project. In August, Sue will be bringing a team of talented instructors/educators offering a full, half-day program of 'the arts', including music, drama plastic arts, photography, etc. During the month of August, the academic program will be offered in the morning, the arts program in the afternoon.
The women, mothers and grandmothers, sat on the floor without shoes. It was just like being in Quebec, as everything had to be translated. Most do not speak Lugandi, Uganda's language of the majority, but Acholi or Madi or other native, village languages. It took LONG.......felt familiar. After, and as our treat, we served chapati and a cup of tea to each guest. It was quite something to see this group of women. Not to get biblical, but the travails are etched into the faces....Its better to do SOMETHING than to weep. Of course Bob cried, especially when Joyce told of her being shot by the L.R.A ., and Bob's paying for her to go back to school. I am honestly grateful to have the opportunity to do this.
Bye, and love to all from Judy

Monday July 14

2008-07-14T07:45:00.000-07:00

After an eventful weekend, I think we were all really looking forward to getting back to the NLP and seeing the children. Our morning was spent planning our lessons for the day. Judy and myself were working with Teacha Joyce and the younger children this week, while Kavita and Bob are working with Teacha Rona and the older group. One thing is certain ....... I have a new-found respect for kindergarten teachers!! Teaching the little ones is hard work, especially when they have a less-than-perfect grasp of English. I attempted to teach Rogers, Immaculate, and Stella how to do simple addition using wooden counters. What a mess! I couldn't keep their attention for more than 2 minutes. They were enthralled, however, when Judy read them "Sam I am".

We are looking forward to doing it all again tomorrow!

On another note, the weather has been mild and rainy. This morning, it was pouring buckets for over 2 hours so many of the children arrived late. Most do not have rain coats, and some do not have proper shoes or sandals. We discussed purchasing ponchos for everyone while we are here so that the children don't have to arrive soaking wet (as many did today) and so that they don't have to miss any class time.

Love from the Pearl of Africa,
Teacha Ruby

Hello Friends!

Bob and I had a wonderful day with the older children :) Together we wrote a story about an Elephant named Simon. The best part for me was when I asked them if elephants are our friends, Monica quickly put up her hand to explain that we couldn't be friends with them because they eat people!!!! When we were finished writing, they all read the story out loud while Teacha Bob, Teacha Rona and myself beamed with pride.

It was nice to see that the spirits of the children had picked up after the rain, I can't even imagine the conditions their homes were left in after a massive downpour like we had this morning. Especially since the slum is located at the bottom of a big hill, you can only wonder. We're really looking forward to seeing them tomorrow, it's so hard to say goodbye to them at the end of the day...

Take good care,

Teacha Kavita!

sunday,july13.

2008-07-13T11:42:00.000-07:00

I wrote a whole long thing with much difficulty, so now a synopsis: cafe 1000 Cups(wonderful), the markets accross the street ( a dress, 4 placemats). Dinner - Indian (what else?) Theatre-dance great but too much western music for me. Thats all for now. To the children tomorrow!Judy

Fourth Day

2008-07-12T09:31:00.000-07:00

So why not take a short walk down a hill and see where we'll wind up? What could possibly go wrong? We'll walk down and then we'll walk up. And when we walk up, we'll stop at the most wonderful Italian ice cream place (the ice cream is comparable, I feel to the best in the world). The only problem is I take the wrong path and wind-up in an area near, I take it, Lake Victoria (I feel I have, probably like Livingston who preceded me, walked across Africa. Unlike Stanley, however, who also preceded me...... my first words are "Where is my hotel, Chez Johnston?"). The man in the church I ask for help not only walks with me to the taxi stand but bargains with the taxi driver to get me the best price back to my hotel. Later we visit Joyce, a teacher at our school in Namuwongo who was seriously maimed by the Lords Resistance Army, her husband killed by the same army and her son maimed by the same forces. She lives in Namuwongo with her 4 children and cares for 4 other children, in one room. Ah the poverty found amongst the people of Namuwongo. Tea, nuts,and coffee were served.

day 3

2008-07-11T08:40:00.000-07:00

The night was quite awful for all of us. Dogs barking, people shouting, and what was scary was someone yelling CANADA in an angry voice. Ruby says he was saying hallelujah!! Anyway, no one slept well. I was to meet with the 2 teachers at 9, but they showed up 9:45, and Anny scolded them. I was uncomfortable. I helped Rona a bit, then slogged back up the hill to meet Awel at 11. He showed up at 11:30, maybe 11:20. We had a good meeting.....not all of which was music to my ears. We shall see.

The children were wonderful. They are divided into 2 groups. Even watching the younger group was exhausting. After work at 5, we met to plan for next week, when we will begin to teach in earnest..... I should mention that Howard was the one to collect all of the materials being used at the In Need Home.

Tomorrow we are visiting Joyce at her home.

ATTENTION HOWARD!!!> Please forward our nice brochure to AWEL, a.s.a.p.

Judy...

Day 2 - more introductions...

2008-07-10T10:49:00.000-07:00

So, our day began with an introduction to the biggest cockroaches that Uganda has to offer. Where did we meet this fine fellow? Inside Kavita's mosquito net of course! (That's right, inside - not outside!)
In stark contrast, the rest of the day was followed by many pleasant surprises :)
After breakfast of eggs and toast at the hotel we made our way down the hill to the In Need Home which houses the NLP. Thanks to the supplies that Judy and Bob have sent over the last 2 years, the In Need Home looked more like a real school than any of us could have ever imagined. Our excitment was building as we met with the teachers for a few hours to discuss curriculum. Before we knew it, the children came running full speed into the cmpound, and right into our arms! Some so quickly they almost knocked us over!!!! As more and more of the children arrived, the In Need Home became filled with the excited voivces of t\chilren shouting "Welcome teachas, howayuu?" We were introduced to Bosco, Annette-Fiona, Monika, Stella and many other children too adorable for words, all so happy to be there.
Seeing their faces so eager to learn, made us feel that all of our hard work in getting here to Uganda, was more than worth it.
We're already realizing just how difficult it is going to be to leave.

More updates on the NLP tomorrow from Judy and Bob.

much love,
Kavita & Ruby

First night in Uganda

2008-07-09T10:55:00.000-07:00

We stayed at the Entebbe guest house Terry had recommended so we could meet Kavita and Ruby when their plane landed in the morning. Spent a pleasant night with welcome rest.
In the morning, searching the faces at Arrivals I suddenly heard Judy's name being called. There was Lilliane come to greet us all! We met Lilliane in the summer of 2006 and are pleased that she is one of the 2 teachers at the NLP. When they arrived, Kavita and Ruby were exhausted but excited. The 5 of us took a "private hire" (sounds fancy - wasn't) to our hotel (sounds fancy - isn't) in Muyenga (just outside Kampala). Anny Nygoga was waiting to greet us. We met briefly and after a much needed rest Judy and I walked to Italian supermarket and found that the gelato there was as fantastic as Terry and Howard had described it.

- Bob

Day 1 - The Journey

2008-07-09T10:48:00.000-07:00

After travelling six and a half hours from Montreal, we had a four hour lay-over in Amsterdam before the eight hour flight to Entebbe. Fortunately, we met a gentleman who introduced himself as a Roman Catholic priest. He didn't flinch when I declared myself a Jewish atheist. As we talked, at length, we were again impressed by the integrity of an examined life. Father Santario was returning to Mbare after 2 weeks in the U.S., part of the UN representing Uganda at an HIV AIDS conference. We discussed many issues, listened attentively, and incorporated new facts. Father Santario has been deeply involved in the running of an orphanage, primary school, and vocational training. He said if we ever wanted a second branch of the NLP he might be able to help! It wasn't a promise, but I will "pretend" it was!! His website is www.ugandamartyrsorphansproject.org

- Judy.....

WE'RE OFF!

2008-07-04T11:49:00.000-07:00

On Monday, Bob and I, and a little later on,Ruby and Kavita begin our adventure in Namuwongo,for the summer of 2008.We are staying at the Chez Johnson Hotel,which is a relief to us as it is within walking distance of the In Need Home. Keep reading this blog for daily postings from all of us.........Judy

A THANK YOU TO SOME OF NEWEST SUPPORTERS - THE PICTURES SAY IT ALL

2008-04-02T18:39:00.000-07:00

The first 2 pictures below show our students opening School Kits sent by children from Hillcrest Academy, of the Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board in Laval, Quebec, Canada. Thanks HILLCREST!!

TERRY McEACHERAN ADDS TO THE BLOG

2008-04-02T18:32:00.000-07:00

March 23, 2008

Last week I returned from Uganda after an unforgettable experience. I learned a great deal about an African country I had not visited before and about myself. Upon arrival at Entebbe airport, Howard was there to meet me and take me to Kampala where we were staying, and where the Namuwongo Literacy Project is located. After a tour around the neighbourhood where the children live, I was ready to get to work.

Since my professional background had been in language and literacy, Judy asked me to assess the literacy level of each of the children at the school. For the next few weeks, I did just that working with two children per day. In addition, I decided to take the top group of achievers aside and work with them for about an hour a day. I grew to love these bright and ambitious children. I think that even in a few weeks their comfort level in using English improved. It was indeed a privilege to spend time with these children.

OUR NEW STUDENTS

2008-04-02T17:38:00.000-07:00

The Namuwongo Literacy Project has achieved tremendous success in the short time we have been in operation. Our students are thriving in their educational enviornment. In fact, some of our students (6) have been sponsored for 'real' school. Reports from their new schools have indicated that our former students entered their new school close to the top of their grade level and continue to earn top results. Congratulations to our Ugandan teachers and dedicated volunteers! 4 of our children have moved, with their care-givers, to new homes and a better enviornment.

This has meant that upon my arrival in Uganda, we had openings for 10 new students.

Sophia, one of the women who takes part in the life-skills program at the In-Need Home and a resident of Namuwongo took me into the shantytown to the shelters/homes where she knew children lived who were not attending school. Moreover, these orphans were all in great need!

PEN PAL LETTER

2008-04-02T17:16:00.000-07:00

Before leaving for Uganda, Connie Dorfman, a teacher at Crestview Elementary School (part of the Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board in Laval, Quebec), requested that her students become Pen Pals with our children at the Namuwongo Literacy Project. I eagerly accepted her offer! Her students sent personal letters, along with their personal photos. Lillian and Rona, our Ugandan teachers paired the Crestview students with a Ugandan student. All the pen Pal letter were read, after which the Namuwongo Literacy Project students wrote a reply. I photographed each of our students so that there Pen Pals in Laval, Quebec could see what they looked like. The program was a great 'hit'.

WHAT A WELCOME BACK!

2008-04-02T15:23:00.000-07:00

After 7 months, I returned to Namuwongo, receiving a welcome that would rival any 'rock star'. As soon as my taxi arrived at the gate to the entrance of the In-Need Home, it was immediately surrounded by a throng of smiling, laughing, cheering and clapping children. "Teacher Howard!....Teacher Howard!...they chanted as they surrounded my taxi, all wanting to hold my hand or just touch me. I was truly over-whelmed and tremendously 'touched' by their apparent joy that I actually returned. I was seated in the chair of honor in our out-door classroom. I was serenaded by some of the songs that I had taught the group during my last visit.

It was then my pleasure to hand out Valentine treats sent for all the children by Tania Ovens, a volunteer teacher who spent last summer with the children in Namuwongo.

THE FINAL BLOG

2007-06-10T11:54:00.000-07:00

To everyone who has been checking, I do apologize for not being able to write an entry in the BLOG since last week. Everytime I tried, and began, either the power would go out, or the internet connection failed. It was frustrating! Believe it or not, I am writing this entry from an internet cafe in Paris! (Paris is beautiful, by the way.....and what a culture shock!..... and the keyboard is different).
It is with mixed emotions that I write this,my last entry in my BLOG. Saying good-bye to Uganda, the teachers, and of course the children was very difficult. I leave Namuwongo a very different person. I have learned so much and have developed a new appreciation for .......... life.
I know this project has made a difference here. The program does not, and will not end with my departure. Thanks to all the donations we have received to date, as well as the phenomenal amount of school supplies all the participating schools donated, school will continue for the forseeable future.
Teams of volunteer teachers will be working in Namuwongo every month, up to, and including the Month of September. I can assure them all that this will be an experience that they will never forget!
For those of you who are wondering, I did get to go on SAFARI last week thanks to the help of the Minister of Tourism of Uganda. He heard of my disapointment from the mayor of Kampala (it helps to have friends in high places), and arranged a safari to the Queen Elizabeth Park, with my own personal driver and park guide. YES........I saw tons (literally) of HIPPOS! In fact, one was grazing right out-side my suite's door at 11:00 p.m. (they feed at night); they certainally are massive creatures! I also saw a leopard, wart-hogs, a black, spitting cobra, elephants, all kinds of antelopes, spotted hyenays, striped badger, water buffalo, long horned steer, and many different types of beautiful birds.
I am now in Paris for 3 days, London for 2.......and I will be home on Thursday, the 14th.
Thank you everyone who supported this project via your moral support and/or your donations. Since I have received many emails inquiring how individuals can support the Namuwongo Literacy Project, please free to make a donation by cheque or cash payable to/ McGill University; the subject line on the bottom should read: Namuwongo Literqcy Project G.F.I.C./Howard Shapiro - 5676 Merrimac Rd, Cote St Luc, Quebec, Canada; H4W 1S6; Tax receipts will be issued.
Thank-you everyone for following this BLOG!