De-Nial Ain't Just a River In Egypt
I am not sure how many stages there are to this Uganda process, but I believe it is safe to say I have officially entered the denial phase. I avoid admitting it, but the truth is I am leaving in just a few weeks. Strange to imagine returning to that peculiar world of the West where mass-consumption and “order” are somehow a way of life. Then again, Mexican food, electricity, and wireless internet will also be there to welcome me – oh yeah and my family and friends. Really, and if I have not said it before, I do miss you all.
I’ve continually put off so many activities, always thinking there would be time later. Now I realize there isn’t enough “later” to suffice. I’m trying to take advantage of every moment – by consuming a lot of Waragi. No, but yesterday I abandoned Ugandan aerobics for an early evening swim in our little pool that overlooks Lake Victoria. And this evening I opted to forsake the boda prematurely to walk up Makindye hill, taking in the sights, smells, waving to the woman from Kitgum who sells me my bananas, and of course those young children who cry in horror when I smile at them. Makindye, if I haven’t mentioned it before, is a famous area of Idi Amin’s terror: many people were brought here for torture. The word is that President Museveni is reviving this practice as we speak to prepare for the election next year. Ok, there is a benefit to leaving. I am not sure I want to be here to witness what happens come election 2006. Tangents, I know.
I am definitely in touch with the fact that I am leaving so much unfinished, and not just with my work. Perhaps that will ensure my return.
This weekend, Easter Weekend, I will travel with not one, not two, but THREE German Steffis to Lake Nagabugo, renowned for being bilharzia free and fully equipped with contamination-free fish. Well, at least that is what the brochure says. We envision bathing in the sun, swimming, perhaps some volleyball, but in reality, I predict the rainy season will wage its rage upon us. Next week I will do one more tour du nord – Gulu and Kitgum. I was already getting sentimental last week when I was up there, so all bets pertaining to my emotional stability are off.
And to respond to Kim’s comment, I will be returning to the Kitgum Prison next week to follow-up on this woman who was supposedly released with the donation of 40,000 shillings. We have also raised the cases of these other women to many different parties and we anticipate that some action will be taken. Thank you to those who comment and I wonder why the rest of you remain so silent…
Trivia of the day: who can tell me where I procured the title to this entry?
I’ve continually put off so many activities, always thinking there would be time later. Now I realize there isn’t enough “later” to suffice. I’m trying to take advantage of every moment – by consuming a lot of Waragi. No, but yesterday I abandoned Ugandan aerobics for an early evening swim in our little pool that overlooks Lake Victoria. And this evening I opted to forsake the boda prematurely to walk up Makindye hill, taking in the sights, smells, waving to the woman from Kitgum who sells me my bananas, and of course those young children who cry in horror when I smile at them. Makindye, if I haven’t mentioned it before, is a famous area of Idi Amin’s terror: many people were brought here for torture. The word is that President Museveni is reviving this practice as we speak to prepare for the election next year. Ok, there is a benefit to leaving. I am not sure I want to be here to witness what happens come election 2006. Tangents, I know.
I am definitely in touch with the fact that I am leaving so much unfinished, and not just with my work. Perhaps that will ensure my return.
This weekend, Easter Weekend, I will travel with not one, not two, but THREE German Steffis to Lake Nagabugo, renowned for being bilharzia free and fully equipped with contamination-free fish. Well, at least that is what the brochure says. We envision bathing in the sun, swimming, perhaps some volleyball, but in reality, I predict the rainy season will wage its rage upon us. Next week I will do one more tour du nord – Gulu and Kitgum. I was already getting sentimental last week when I was up there, so all bets pertaining to my emotional stability are off.
And to respond to Kim’s comment, I will be returning to the Kitgum Prison next week to follow-up on this woman who was supposedly released with the donation of 40,000 shillings. We have also raised the cases of these other women to many different parties and we anticipate that some action will be taken. Thank you to those who comment and I wonder why the rest of you remain so silent…
Trivia of the day: who can tell me where I procured the title to this entry?
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