I’ve slept 11 hours since Monday morning and I have cried 4 times
So today I woke up at 2am, and then waited for the household to awaken, and in the meantime I listened to the rooster crowing, doing school work, and listening to some music.
Brendan and I finally got to talk this morning. I cried like a baby. Just the sound of his voice overwhelmed me. But I feel much better now having spoken to him since Monday. I made my first batch of French press Ugandan coffee, and had one of the best mugs of hot tea I’ve ever had. Betty made it for us the night before and put it in the thermos, and it was still steaming hot this morning. All I know is that it has ginger and a mess load of sugar in it, but it’s SO good.
Then we went to walukabu, which is a village outside of jinja made up of blocks of homes. I hear it’s the biggest estate in east Africa, so says Emily. Emily is one of the Suubi women. Suubi means hope, and we call the section of LGH’s bead crafters Suubi. It’s like a sub category. And everything that has to do with the bag making is called Epoh, which is just hope spelled backwards.
So anyways, as a volunteer I make house visits to the 93 Suubi women, in their different villages. We take botas generally out to their homes and just join them in whatever they are doing. Most of the women will make you food, and you will just talk for hours and help them with chores.
Emily is an older woman, who is feisty, bold, and speaks really clear English. She is married to an old man named Stanley, who is white and from London. Picture your 80-something year old grandfather and that’s him. They married just a few years ago. Bear – you would have called him a creeper and would want to investigate him. It was an odd visit. They played abba music videos and we had smoothies made from yogurt and bananas (which I didn’t like – mainly because they were warm – but Marayah loved them). Emily and Stanley’s house is nicer than ours, which is extremely not the case for any of the other women. On a last note about Stanley – his fly was open the entire time we were visiting. That is all.
We went to see Mama Santa after that which was my favorite moment ever so far. We sat out on a straw mat under jackfruit trees for a few hours where I helped sort her beads, and even got to roll my first acholi bead! I also had my first Jackfruit, which was good, very sticky, very sweet and reminded me of flour. Don’t ask. All I know is that the suckers are huge, and hang awkwardly on trees. I secretly wished one would fall off the tree and kill a chicken, but that never happened. Just so you know Allison, I asked Santa if she had ever seen a jackfruit fall on someone and she said never. It would be a super funny thing to see.
Best meal yet – mama santa came out with hot cubed matooke (type of plantain) in g-nut sauce. Which the sauce is made from peanuts but doesn’t takes like peanuts at all. They put red onions and seasonings in it. It was love at first bite. I don’t even know why. I also was gifted my first necklace from Jiji Margaret, Santa’s mother-in-law and fellow Suubi worker.
We then took a bota back towards jinja to a hospital where a 3 year old daughter of a former Suubi worker was having a blood transfusion. Her name is maria and she has sickle cell anemia. Poor thing just wanted people to stop messing with her IVs (her fluids weren’t flowing fast enough so they had to stimulate the veins by rubbing her forearm).
From there we jumped in a van with 4 Americans, one of which is permanent in Jinja, is 23, and takes in sick children. She feeds hungry children Tuesdays and Thursdays and people frequently drop of sick babies and children at her house, where she works them into better health. She doesn’t have any formal medical training, but has been self-taught and seems pretty legit. I mean, no one else is going to care for them, so why not give it a go?
We went to the market - which was fantastically chaotic and full of bartering and yelling. I can’t wait to go back and get some more good produce and beans and rice. Around here, people try to charge white people double, triple, or more than what they would charge a Ugandan. So it’s like a game. You gotta be smart and confident. I’m learning my conversion rate pretty well, and I can’t wait to go back. It’s kind of a guilty pleasure. All these years of bargaining and bartering on yard sale, thrift, and salvages put into the mega champion prize cup, which is also called day to day life at the Ugandan market.
Tonight was community dinner & food was great. And I got to start making some jewelry of my own from rejected beads and scraps, which was real fun. I’m wickedly tired and really hope I can sleep all the way through the night.
overall, an impressive second day and first fill day in jinja