Tuesday, April 22, 2008

She Loves Me! She REEEALLLY Loves Me!

My homegirl Shan came to visit me ALL the way from Canada last week! Though it was short, we made the best of our time, talking, drinking coffee, talking, laughing at our stupid jokes, talking, eating, praying, talking, and we even squeezed in a little work! Shan tagged along with us to our school ministry, and to our HIV/Aids Life Skills Club (but none of the students were there-shame). She even used her linguistical skills to help a girl here learn to teach English to one of our staff here. Yah, it was great! Short, but great!

Saying bye at the airport. Shan was just about to kiss my cheek
There's her little plane in the background
Drinking, what else? Nescafe!!
Icky got to go back to Canada with Shan. He might have future travel plans.
African toes

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Beauty and Mystery

Fragrant smoke from my incense stick wraps around me. Brown comes up beneath me, sturdy, strong; holding all the weight of my happily burdened soul while green shelters and canopies me in safety. I trust the greens and browns with these soft tears, all the "what if's" and "what for's." There is a dream's essence still haunting me; the sitting still holds hope for peace.

There is mystery and melancholy in the heavy, silver sky-I hope for rain. I stare into my own eyes in the mirror and wonder what's really in there. Something worth fighting for. Not all suffering and struggle. Thinking of the ones who drew me out into the open and kissed my soul with delight. Thanking them for seeing deeper. Wondering if I have the power within myself to escape my own walls or if there is hope of another. Maybe if I also become a soul kisser...draw us all out into late nights, staring with wonder at a wide, starry universe, and at eachother.

Ahhh...Beauty stirs up so much in me. Beauty and mystery. In your dark eyes; white smiles I am overwhelmed. Inspired to poetry or song; itching to dance next to you. Hoping you will come out, hold my hand and stare at the stars with me.

Friday, April 04, 2008

How the Gas Oven Saved My Life

Digging-The Ugandan word for farming/gardening
Mingling-The process of mixing flour, boiling water and sweat to create a stiff porridge, the staple food for everyone here (the sweat is key to taste)!
Sigiri (I'm positive this is spelled wrong)- a metal stove to hold coals for a fire

So, I may not be able to "dig," I don't quite have the muscles for "mingling," and try making a cake over a sigiri with a Dutch Oven. Ok, probably someone out there is stellar at it, but not I.

However, give me a gas powered oven, and see how happy you will make me! Brownies, cake, bread, pancakes, French toast, water that takes 5 minutes instead of 15 to boil!

Two of our staff members left for three months to the UK and have allowed us to use their house while they're away, including the glorious gas oven! It has saved me from a possible nervous breakdown as I try so hard to adjust and learn how to do things the African way. My teachers have been gracious and encouraging, but the day I made brownies in that oven...yah, I can do that. I can bake. I love to bake. Me, I can do that. Here. In Africa. A peice of me is useful here.

I still fumble my way through the day to day life here in my village, and I'm learning along the way, but at least I have my gas oven.

Speaking of, better go check on my bread.