As required by the MCC (Mennonite Central Committee), I recently had to submit a quarterly progress report and an annual plan of what I’ve been doing thus far in my 2 ½ months of service and what I hope to do in the 8 ½ months ahead. Although the comments to follow may not be the most interesting, I’ve decided to post them to prove that I am doing more here than just sitting on mats, drinking tea, and eating carbohydrates.
This is where I’ve been…
The most significant learning that has occurred for me during the time I’ve spent at AEGY thus far has been in the direct encounter with people living with HIV/AIDS (PLWHA). Prior to coming, I had spent much time reading and researching about HIV/AIDS and the epidemic. I came to Uganda with much knowledge and abstract theories on how to address this problem effectively. Now that I have been living here for nearly two months and am interacting with PLWHA on a daily basis and seeing with my own eyes their experiences, the epidemic has taken on new meaning. It is not just a public health problem, the causes and effects of HIV/AIDS on the community run much deeper. Seeing and meeting PLWHA and establishing relationships with them has made this abstract epidemic a reality for me as I am able enter into their lives in some small act of solidarity.
I am also learning that things are more than meets the eye. When I first arrived and began to learn about AEGY and its programs, I thought to myself that it has no structure and no organization. I was amazed at how it was functioning! Now that I’ve been here for a while, I’m beginning to see the structure of the organization and recognize that because things may not be organized the way I would think best, different does not mean bad.
Another thing I am learning, quite unexpectedly, is what it means to be white and an American. Living in a small town where I am the only “mzungu” has heightened my awareness at the color of my skin. The way people treat and interact with me has greatly caused me to pause and evaluate what it means in this context, to be white and all the privileges it carries. People make assumptions about me based upon my appearance and have certain expectations that follow. I am also accorded much respect and even gifts on occasion which I certainly didn’t do anything to earn.
A highlight during this period has been the development of relationships and really beginning to see Kamuli as home. I traveled to Hoima, the other side of the country, for a weekend shortly ago. While away, I missed Kamuli, I missed friends here. That realization- that I missed my town and family- really stuck me as a highlight to my time here as I am becoming more a part of the community here. I was also able a few weeks ago to teach a few friends from church how to cook hamburgers. This simple act of cooking and sharing with them a part of my culture really brought a sense of belonging.
I also have been greatly enjoying the church which I attend and am a part of here in Kamuli. It is a Pentecostal Church, very different in worship style than what I was used to and comfortable with. I am learning to be more open-minded and have enjoyed stepping outside my comfort zone learning to embrace the diversity of the body of Christ.
The greatest struggle I have been facing since my arrival here in Kamuli has been loneliness. When I left the States, I left behind a solid group of friends and mentors whom supported and encouraged me in all aspects of my life. Being so far from this support network has been a challenge, especially as I did not anticipate the intensity of emotion that I experienced in my first weeks on assignment. The worldviews of America and Uganda are so drastically different, I knew this in theory but when it became my reality, I was not prepared for its effects. Even though we are able to speak the same language and talk, communication has been something that I’ve had to work at to make sure I am understood and understanding others. Kamuli is one of the more rural districts in Uganda and as a result receives very few mzungu (white people). To compound the struggles I’ve faced with feelings of loneliness, I recently had a close childhood friend pass away. Not learning of the news until days after her unexpected death as well as not being able to mourn and grieve with family and friends during this time of sorrow has really caused me emotional difficulty.
To respond to these struggles, I have greatly been blessed with a wonderful support network here in Uganda on the MCC team. The other SALTer has proven to be a great encouragement and empathetic ear. The Country Representatives have always made themselves available to talk if there is a problem and having prayer partners has also been an encouragement. I enjoy journaling and use it as a way to process and reflect the emotions I am feeling and prayer and quiet time in my relationship with Christ has also proven to be a support. I am blessed with much support from family and friends at home so their communication has been rejuvenating in my most troublesome moments. Reading books for pleasure has helped to pass some of that lonely time and I’m generally learning to be more comfortable with silence and stillness. The most significant thing that I’m learning with regards to responding to the ‘struggles’ of life is that my tears are not a sign of weakness. Giving oneself permission to cry when necessary- opposed to my initial desire to hold emotion in- is liberating beyond words and has proven to be quite therapeutic.
I have encountered God everywhere in my assignment. Anne Lamott is one of my favorite authors and in one of her books she says that her two favorite prayers are “help me, help me, help me” and “thank you, thank you, thank you”. As I’ve been constantly uncomfortable for the past two months, these two prayers have become my mantra. Everyday I seem to cry out both of them to God and have really found God to be present in this place. Because I am a foreigner here, my spiritual need for strength is heightened as I know that I cannot rely on myself to get me through the day. I have encountered God much in the people around me with whom I interact. I work with many people who embody what it means to follow Christ as they care for the widow and orphan in their time of need and sacrificially spend their free time caring for those infected or affected by HIV/AIDS. Seeing the Gospel embodied in a living, breathing, active way has really been a huge encouragement and challenge to my faith and has caused me to reflect upon many of my priorities. In my loneliness, I am learning to be silent and still which has allowed my prayer time to be enriched as I am, for the first time in my life, learning that communication with God through prayer is two way- it involves more than me just talking- it involves actively listening and creating space for God to speak.
One of my first field experiences with AEGY I traveled with a colleague to do home visits for PLWHA. At one of the homes, we visited two clients- a mother and a daughter who were both HIV positive. After teaching and counseling them, we were preparing to leave when they insisted on giving me a gift for coming to see them. This woman and her daughter were determined to give me a giant yam from their garden to take home as a gesture of their appreciation for my visit. I was touched that they wanted to bless me in this way yet I really struggled to understand why they were so persistent and the deep meaning behind it. At the time, I remember looking around and seeing their tiny shack and the little food they had, their thin skeletons and sickly appearances made me want to refuse the gift of food just so they would have a meal for tonight. I certainly didn’t need anymore food!
I am learning that this experience meant something different to me than it did those two clients. To me, my visit wasn’t a big deal but to them, while to them, receiving an American was a huge honor. To me, accepting the gift was taking away their food. The little that they had, they were giving away to someone who didn’t have a need. To them, however, they were offering hospitality to a guest. Offering hospitality is a large part of Ugandan culture and to receive visitors and not give them something is a cultural taboo. In this moment, grace became ever more real- learning to receive something that one did nothing to earn.