I take back everything I said about this being a “kinder, gentler” dry season. What ever relief that was rendered with the teaser of rain on Sunday (by various account – 4 drops of liquid fell from the sky and that may have been bird droppings for all I know)
A choking fog of malaise has drifted and settled over Gulu sifting into the nooks and crannies of the psyche like the cloud of fine red silt that is beginning to blow down the streets. Permeating hair, skin, nostrils, computers, clothes, sheets, mosquito net and shoes I am constantly covered
Funny how the universe can step up and provide the motivation or the answer or the person you need for the day. This came to me through a news letter I subscribe to and it reminded me that we often change the world in baby steps and sometimes by simply
Yes – Obama! Yesterday we went Rhino Trekking at the Aiwa Rhino Sanctuary about two and a half hours south of Gulu, off the road to Kampala. The road was absolute torture even though we were riding with our friends in their very nice, Toyota SUV. Clearly these were not
Awoke this morning back in Gulu, to the feeling of being back in the twilight zone. The deep bass drum of the marching band vibrated the windows had the distinctly ominous sound of a call to action. After having read in three different publications yesterday about Museveni’s threat to turn
Had an interesting experience last Saturday. Gee was it really just a week ago? Why does it seem like so far back. Sometimes this feels like the land of “no-time,” or like I’m living in a time-warp. Is it 2013 yet? Here was last weeks eye-opener. When new Peace
Your donations and a sample pillowcase dress Tuesday we set out for our first Pillowcase Dress training with the men and women of Pawel Lalem, a village deep in the bush about 86 km (53 miles or so) north-ish of Gulu. With supplies (left) in tow, we bounced and tilted
Haven’t had a day like this in a long time, which is a good thing. I was feeling the complacency of things having normalized – which they have. The problem is that THIS is normal, I’d just not been to a meeting in a long time. December 5th in International
Mid-service – the date we’ve been anticipating for well over a year now, has come and gone. Like a herd of turtles or a turd of hurdles, depending on which way you look at it – we all migrated toward Kampala – to the world of warm showers, softer beds,
Finally we (LABE) have been able to pull resources together and get out to the villages in the bush with all the wonderful puzzles and books you have so graciously sent. When we (PCVs) first arrived we were warned that it might take a year to get projects off the
Today presented me with an interesting scenario and I’m mentioning it because it is so completely typical of what occurs here every day for every person trying to get something done. My organization does really fine work – and as I’ve mentioned before, it does it in spite of astounding
Umeme’s timing is exquisite. Umeme is the power company and has such a reputation of predictability (i.e it will NOT “be there” when it is most needed) that it has gained Entity status. People here talk about Umeme as tho it is a person. “Ah! That Umeme is fickle….” And