Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Lions, Tigers, and Bears, Oh My! (But Really, Just Lions)

I haven't updated the blog in a while, except for a brief post yesterday. Somehow life has been very busy here the last few weeks!

Last week I was sick again, this time for about 6 days. After day four, I finally realized I was just being stubborn. So the moment I finally convinced myself to go to the clinic downtown, I just hopped on a boda boda and rode by myself downtown in the rain. Which was also stubborn. But I did let Anne know where I was and she kindly asked someone to come pick me up (thanks Brittany!), even though I hadn't been wiling to ask. There are probably another thousand anecdotes in there about the clinic waiting room, or sending my "lab sample" with a boda driver in a nondescript black bag to drop off, but I'll suffice it to say that we still don't know what it was. The doctor said it was either some mean food poisoning or an unidentified virus, and it would run it course eventually. Thankfully, the Lord healed me enough by Friday morning to leave with my fellow interns for our SAFARI!


The interns, minus Daniel Iya who couldn't join us, took a long weekend. We drove Friday to Rukungiri, in western Uganda, and visited our fellow intern Daniel Nyongesa on his construction site. It was great to see the site in action! Daniel is the "clerk of works" (sim. to owner's rep) for St. Paul's Primary school's new girls dormitory. The boy interns stayed with Daniel at his apt, and the girls were hosted by the Nursery School's headmistress, Joann, and her husband, Steven. We experienced some true Ugandan hospitality as this sweet family shared their home, meals, and morning devotions. We stayed with them Friday night, then spent Saturday night in the national park, and stayed again on Sunday night. I pray God blesses them tenfold for their kindness to us!



"O Lord, what a variety of things you have made! In wisdom you have made them all. The earth is full of your creatures." Psalm 104:24

Talk about COOL! On the drive down we saw wild Zebras! They were grazing in the same fields as cows, just off the side of the highway. Seriously? We crossed the equator, too, which was anticlimactic...because we've all done it before.


Friday night we drove through the MOST beautiful mountain valley. On the way there, we were swarmed by village children. They made us feel like celebrities, which was kind of cool and kind of sad. Their laughter and smiles were precious. But being ascribed status because of my white skin is not exactly a good feeling... But check out the scenery! The sketchy mountain roads also unfortunately tore up our transmission...






Which led to the first few hours of our safari being in a matatu (van taxi) on probably the bumpiest thing you could call a road. The way plans kept changing and the way we squeezed into different sized vehicles to get from one place to the next gave everything the air of being very African. Not to mention that our taxi driver accidentally drove 2 hours in the wrong direction... But even in the taxi, as we entered the southern portion of Queen Elizabeth National Park- we saw baboons, waterbuck, a buffalo (blocking the road, and almost charging us!), and elephants!







That afternoon, after switching vehicles again... we saw some warthogs, more sweet birds, AND THEN A LEOPARD! The leopard had just caught his lunch! It was amazing to see. And they can be a rare one to spot. Our driver said he's only seen them 4 times in his 20 years as a safari driver.



Then we made it to our lodge and went out for a boat ride on the Kazinga channel. Hippos, crocodiles, more buffalo, a monitor lizard, so many cool birds, and much closer elephants were in abundance!










As we exited the boat, our original driver Baruku stood there beaming at us. We were so glad to see him! He was able to get his van fixed and stay with us the rest of the weekend! Big bonus because he has a pop-top in the van for safari drives and he had ample seating for the 8 of us interns. We went on an evening drive, saw a LIONESS dozing in the sun, tons of Kob and waterbucks, more warthogs, and the Rwenzori mountains. The blazing orange sun set just to the left of deep blue mountains, and the scene faded into pinks and purples. The pictures do it no justice. On our way back, we were delayed about 10 minutes as the road was blocked by a huge male elephant. He faced us and flared out his ears: a sign of aggression. We revved the engine and started yelling as we drove forward...but dude did not back down. After reversing the van some 100 meters to where we were hiding behind a bend, he finally cleared off the road for us to drive back.


 








That night, after dinner and a few rousing rounds of spoons, Paul, Uriah, and Meggie walked me back to my room (which was about 200 meters from the main guesthouse where everyone else stayed). I'm so glad they did. There was a hippo grazing in the field 30 meters away. I probably would have done something really stupid and accidentally provoked it if I had been alone, haha.



Ok, I'm writing way too much. I'm going to try and let pictures do most of the work. But they hardly capture it. God has displayed his glory here in SO many ways. The landscape, vegetation, the animals...all of it brought me right before his feet, praising him for his creativity and his glory.



Game drive the next morning. Elephants, BABY elephants, warthops, kob, and a whole lion pride! They were kinda far, but still super cool. We even heard the male roar (I think!)










On our way back to Rukungiri that afternoon, we stopped by a natural hot springs. There are no pictures of this, and I'm going to let you guess why. Talk about an African experience. I had my swimsuit on... That night the foreman from Daniel's site invited us to dinner at his mother's home outside of the town. Ambrose, the foreman, and a few of the other site guys all enjoyed meeting Ambrose's family and seeing his house and land. Sitting and talking with the construction guys on Sunday night was probably one of the best parts of this weekend. We were sitting on top of a hill on Ambrose's land, his cows and goats were grazing nearby, and you could see lush green mountains and farmland for miles all around. The river and valley were just down the way, and off in the distance we could see a mountain that also touches Rwanda and the DR Congo. This sunset takes the cake of all the others. I want to live in this village someday, no joke. Ambrose told me he would help me find good land to settle and farm. The stars were everything you would imagine they should be, in the middle of an African village on a hill with no disruptive lights on for miles.





We made it back to Rukungiri, had some late night tea with Joann and Stephen, and then settled in for our last night in western Uganda. Today, we spent a few hours exploring the site, visiting the primary school assembly, being sung to by Joann's nursery classes, and enjoying a leisurely breakfast before hopping back in the van for a 8 hour trip home. (We saw zebras on the way home, too!)





Thank you Jesus for such an amazing experience! It was a great weekend to renew my love of Africa, grow closer with my fellow interns, and better understand Ugandan hospitality in all its glory!

Praises:
-How can I count them? Praise for all the beauty we've beheld this weekend
-Safe travels, even in the midst of many changed plans
-Blessed fellowship with the interns, site guys, and our wonderful hosts

Prayer Requests:
-A few of the interns, including myself, are still battling some lingering sickness.

You May be on Safari If:
-You fall asleep to the sounds of...well, something loud that roars or trumpets just outside your lodge.
-It smells so fresh outside that it reminds you of the beach in Florida. Weird, right?
-You count the day a success because your vehicle was almost charged by large animals more than once.
-For a nice change, you point and stare at the animals. (Instead of people pointing and staring at you while yelling "mzungu!")

SForbes

Monday, March 25, 2013

Becoming Nothing

I continually say that "God is teaching me" lots over here, but I've not written much about that in a while. Here is a bit about one of those recent lessons. Hopefully it can encourage you a bit, too!

Excerpt from my Journal on March 25th, 2013

...I don't want to be just another casual Christian. I fear this greater than any other thing in life. Not being sold out to you. And I am probably scared about this, because I feel that it is who I am now. I don't share you. I don't. I keep silent so much of my life. And I let my sin nature rule so often. For years, I have had this naive notion that "future Sam" is awesome. She is great. She has it together because she knows what it means to follow her Jesus. She loves him so much that he has perfectly crafted her to show his love, bear his name, and look like Him. For a while, I thought I would meet "future Sam" in Africa. I thought that you just had to get me here, and then she would show up. I would finally exit, stage left. But I'm still here. And I still mess up and I still take control of my life and I fear many things. I can think of two things that I fear most, that seem opposite and yet are inexplicably tied. I fear that I will never do something BIG and GREAT for You, my King. That I will do nothing. And I also fear that I will never learn to be nothing. My greatest sacrifice will be myself, and I am scared that I will never learn how to really lay myself down. I am scared that I will achieve nothing while making myself something. Please don't let me.

Father, "future Sam" is not some figment of my imagination. She is real. And she is who you have created. I am her. You are shedding layers and unveiling me to look more and more like ME. The me you created. The me that reflects You best. You have created this woman whose heart finally cares about the brokenhearted. You have created this woman whose heart mourns the lost, whose heart yearns for the orphans to see justice. You have created this woman who wants to learn to love others well. You have redeemed her soul and you think she is so beautiful. You think she is beautiful in her dependence and her neediness. You think she is beautiful in her stubbornness and determination. You think she is beautiful in her confusion and her uncertainty as she yearns to follow you. And I am her.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Confession: I was scared to live in America

Let's get this straight: I am ridiculous. God has known that for always, I have known it for quite some time, and if you know me at all you probably know it, too. The fact that I can even write this blog about how God had to talk me into America is just some proof.



Excerpt from March 9th, 2013
"Tonight you made me give something up...I had to hand over my resistance to living in America...
Did it really take moving me to Africa to finally accept living in America? Wow, I'm thick headed. I have this fear of complacency that I tie to the 'American Dream.' But the truth is- I can be complacent anywhere...And, if I am truly trying to follow you- then complacency will not be able to take hold of me anywhere. I want to be a bringer of your word WHEREVER you ask me to be!...
So, Lord, take my location. I give this one up- FINALLY. I have been begging for Africa for so long, and now that I'm here I've almost felt like digging in my heels. But that is not what it looks like to follow you ...Gosh I'm feeling so dumb that I even had to learn this lesson. I want to be a herald of Christ. Anywhere you send me. And everywhere you send me."

So, yes it is embarrassing that I can even share this lesson. That I had to even learn it. But, I share it because it speaks directly into where I am- and because I want to ask for your prayers in this place.

I have been learning to trust ever more on God's timing. I need to give my best time to Him first thing in the morning, listen for his perfect timing in daily occurrences, and especially trust in his timing for bigger future things. And through the EMI intern bible study on Habakkuk, I have been learning about how to appropriately question God and wait for His good answer.

He is putting this lesson to the test as I look to July. I have a lot of questions, and a lot of decisions to make coming up in the next few months. As I decide between what companies and cities I might live and work in back in the US, whether or not I should stay on a term with EMI, whether or not to pursue a design career or a construction career, and how long I have to wait to see my family and friends again, God is trying to get me to hand it all over. Let Him decide. Some of these decisions are coming up quicker than I anticipated, so I ask for your prayers that I WILL let Him decide. And that I will know how to ask appropriately, and wait patiently.

Prayer Requests:
-As I make decisions for the future, that I will wait patiently for His guidance
-For Jeffrey, our compound guard. He is currently reading through the Bible that Belinda and I gave him because he has never owned one before! I believe he already knows Christ, but he is so eager to learn and study more. Please pray for his continued understanding.
-The Nsambya children! It has been so cool to see positive changes in their interactions with us, even though it has been just a short time. Pray that we can truly share the love of Christ with them!

Praises:
-The rainy season is starting up, so temperatures are much more moderate! It's so nice!
-Quick answers to prayer! It seems like there is a shorter lead time on prayer answers here...or maybe I'm just crazy.
-The Horne's have arrived! Matt, Kayla, and Micah are settling in to their new apartment. It is so good to see them after first meeting at orientation!

You May be in Kampala If:
-Shopping downtown feels like you won a sweepstakes, because all the clothes range from $0.40 USD- $3.00 USD. Win, win, win!
-You eat starch. All the time.
-You can stop for a fresh chapati and a cold Coke on the way home from a day on the site.

Thank you for your love and support, I'm spoiled!
SForbes


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Rwanda

Border Cross #1

9:00pm, Kampala, UG: Our overnight bus leaves the station, right on time! Very unAfrican... Belinda (Aussie), David (USA), Daniel (Kenyan), and I all settle in for the 9+ hour bus ride.


3:30am, Katuna, UG: We bid farewell to Daniel at the RW border as he heads back to his project site in Rukungiri. A few short minutes later, we exit the country without incident! They did not even look at my expired visa, and they were laughing and joking with us. Praise for the nicest immigration officers ever. Downside is that it's really cold here! Apparently it's at high elevation.

4:00am, Gatuna, RW: Immigration officer, "Belinda, where is your visa?" She proceeds to explain how the website stated that Australians can get visas at the border. He says no. You must go back. Across the border, at 4am, by yourself. Americans don't require visas for Rwanda, so David and I are let through without issue. We are the last ones in line, so the three of us wait by the window trying to be humble but asking as many questions as possible. "We are together; we work together; we are sorry; we did not know. Is there anything you can do? Any way she can cross with us?" Immigration officer calls Paulette, our Rwandan contact through eMi. (It is 4am.) Cue fervent praying, "In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, please change this officer's heart! Let her in, Lord, please! Don't make her travel back to Kampala at 4am by herself!!" He hangs up. Still says no. A few more explanatory sentences, and suddenly he asks, "Belinda, do you know that you have made a mistake?" A humble yes, and Belinda and I know. (David took a few more minutes to realize it...) "Since you are traveling together, I will make an exception for you." Our prayers were rapidly answered. All THREE of us made it into Rwanda!


A Day in Rwanda


We finally arrived at the bus park around 6am (RW time) to a glorious sunrise. The drive in through the hills with the sunrise was breathtaking. Rwanda is the country of a thousand hills. And they are all beautiful. At the bus depot we book our return trip, exchange some money, and are then picked up by our angel, Paulette Baraka. She is dear friends with EMI staffers Jeff and Jen Austin. She and her family offered to host us for the weekend, and basically took us in. They hosted an EMI project trip before, and told us that we should feel like we are coming home. Paulette picked us up, brought us home to essentially our own little apartment, fed us breakfast, and gave us a place to shower and relax after a long night's journey.

Paulette's family live in a village called Rugazi, in the Ndera sector, Gasabo district, of the city of Kigali. This weekend is really my first time in an African village. In Uganda my time has primarily been in the city of Kampala or Entebbe. Village life is awesome. Cows, goats, chickens, sheep, and all kinds of crops are everywhere. This place is beautiful, and everyone is so friendly. They are also appreciative of even the slightest effort at language. Here the primary language is kinyarwanda. Also, they are very appreciate of mzungu women. Belinda and I quickly learned the best response to any man's inquiry (regardless of his age) about our relationship status is "Married" or "Spoken for." A more entertaining response would have been "How many cows am I worth?" (Dowrys are paid in cows...) But I was never brave enough to try this one out...



Paulette and her dad took us back into the city of Kigali on Saturday and we visited the Kigali Genocide memorial. Have you seen Hotel Rwanda? It's a true story...and it is difficult to fathom. Especially the fact that this genocide occurred so recently. Paulette was 11 and remembers it well. Her family fled to the Congo during that time. Now, she works with IJM (International Justice Mission) and Gate of Hope (an EMI project) doing counseling and training for sexual violence and trauma victims, like so many suffer still from the genocide. Very cool to hear her story and about her work; but also very sobering and depressing to realize how the great need.

A bit more shopping in the city and then we head back to Ndera. We had some free time to walk around the neighborhood and met some family friends, Jado and Ephraim. Jado and Ephraim are both recent University grads, and they are great guys. After a delicious family dinner, we sat down to tea and also got to share some stories by candlelight (surprise: power went out!) Paulette speaks wonderful English, so she helped translate for most of the conversation.

We had breakfast the next morning with the family, and then walked to church with Ephraim just down the road. The church, planted by Paulette's Dad, meets in the Gate of Hope building. The choir and worship was so fun and the message was kindly translated by a compassionate church member who realized the mzungus were clueless. This was my most "African" church experience to date: vibrant singing, dancing and clapping, and 3+ hour long service. Very cool. 




After lunch, again provided by the most gracious host family EVER, Ephraim took the three of us for a walk to go visit Jado. On the way, we stopped in at a little shop for some fresh bananas, and luckily ducked in right as the rain started. It poured! We were stranded for a little over an hour, and then made the soggy trek down the road to reach Jado's place. He lives on the same compound as Mercy Ministries International. The campus was beautiful, and we spent time just sitting and talking. So much fun talking about culture and about future and who knows what else. It was unique to hear perspectives from people my own age from Rwanda.


After a relaxing and fun afternoon, we walked back to Paulette's home and packed up. It was sad to say goodbye! I felt like I was leaving dear family and friends, even though we had only know each other for less than 36 hours. We had to leave before we got the chance to learn to make Casava bread with Paulette's mom, so we all agreed we will have to come again and learn next time. I pray that I will have the opportunity to visit Rwanda again. And I thank God for the blessing of all the wonderful people I met!



Border Cross #2


7:30pm, Kigali, RW: David, Belinda, and I are terrified for a few moments at the bus depot when they tell us we have the wrong tickets and a guy takes all of our tickets away from us. "Is this what it feels like to be conned? Did that guy just steal our tickets?" But within 10 minutes all is well, and we are safely on the bus back to Kampala. And, almost on time, the bus leaves a little after 8pm!

9:30pm, Gatuna, RW: This time we reach the border at a reasonable hour and it is not yet freezing outside. Shops are open, people are happy. Life is good. Rwanda bids us a kind farewell as we walk the couple hundred feet across the border snacking on mendazi (a yummy pastry...). Yes, I said walk. The bus drops you off at one office, then drives across the border as all of the passengers walk across the bridge. Why aren't the people allowed to get back on the relatively warm bus for the couple hundred feet that the bus has to travel anyway? I don't know. TIA baby.

9:45pm, Katuna, UG: Guess who is working the immigration office tonight? The same "nicest immigration officers ever" as before! Belinda capitalizes and launches into a jovial exchange with our dear friends from two nights before. 3 months visa? No problem. David has a bit of a struggle because his crisp, clean, $50 bill has a smudge on it. Thankfully Belinda has an extra. Why are Africans so picky about clean American money when their francs and shillings can be oily and dirty? TIA. My turn. Falling into step after Belinda, the immigration officer and I have a nice chat about university, and do I do private consulting yet? (I think he almost offered me some work?), and oh you like children (because I smiled at the baby next to me in line), and 3 months visa?
No problem.
And there was much rejoicing. PRAISE THE LORD. And thank you for your prayers.

5:45am, Kampala, UG: Home sweet home. Rwanda was beautiful and such a great experience, but driving back into Kampala felt great. I couldn't believe how comforting it felt to be back in the streets of Kampala. That this place already feels like home after less than two months. Don't worry, Mom, not HOME home. Just sorta home. And THEN, we all went to sleep for a few hours before work.

Praises:
-We all got the maximum time on visas!
-The huge blessing of Paulette, and her family and friends.

Prayer Requests:
-Now it is time to submit a work permit application! As soon as I get my background check back from the US...
-For my focus and stamina this week. We are busy with project design reviews, and finishing up one project design before a project trip to Jinja next week for Amazima and Good Shepherd's Fold!

You May be from Kampala, Visiting Rwanda If:
-It seems really strange that people obey traffic laws
-It seems even stranger that people drive on the right side of the road
-It seems strangest that there is evidence of city planning, there are really clean streets, and there are no street vendors.
-You begin to wonder, is Kigali, Rwanda really in Africa?
-You make it to the village outside Kigali and get many marriage offers for being a mzungu woman. Yes, Rwanda is in Africa.

Blessings!
SForbes