3/7/15 – 6/7/15
I went searching for a set of speakers that I could attach to a computer or iPhone so that my students would be able to hear the audio whenever I play a video clip in the computer lab. Rachel accompanied me to Ntinda in Kampala where one of the Ugandans helping out with the filming during the Let Girls Learn video told me I could find a set of solid speakers. Rachel and I wandered around the suburban-like Ntinda neighborhood until we saw a sign with the words “Speaker Forum” pointing inside a three-story building. I got excited because I was finally going to get these speakers for both my computer lab, as well as bring them for the 4th of July celebration in Fort Portal. The derelict inside of the building with its dark corridors and signs promising free Wifi and barbecue nights made me feel that I was a soon-to-be kidnapped victim from a Peace Corps themed Taken movie. Rachel and I ended up at a room filled with couches and Ugandans sitting behind a desk.
I quizzically asked one of the receptionists where I could find the speakers, and she told me that I was in the correct room. It turns out that a “Speakers Forum” meant human speakers and not the ones that attached to a stereo and audio jack. Dismayed, Rachel and I tried a furniture store next door run by whom we thought were two Lebanese men, but who actually turned out to be two bros from New Jersey/New York.
Me: “Do you sell speakers here?”
Not Lebanese Man: “We only sell furniture here bro. Where are you guys from?”
*Said in the most American bro accent
Me: “I’m from Luweer…. I’m from Maryland.”
Rachel: “And I’m from New Jersey.”
Not Lebanese Man: “Cool, my girlfriend lives 45 minutes away from New York City.”
Rachel and I depart and decide that the best course of action on this Thursday night is to get happy hour gin and tonics at the Bistro.
I am glad to say that many of my adventures involve crazy situations and mishaps in Kampala prior to traveling anywhere. We stayed with my embassy sponsor after one of the most harrowing private hire rides through the dark abyss of the taxi park area, the bright red light district, and the traffic of the tank hill neighborhood. I couldn’t keep track of the number of times I thought we were going to hit a boda, be hit by a boda, or just careen off the side of the road. Fortunately we made it to the house in one piece, and had a traditional dinner of cheeseburgers and apple crumble for dessert.
On Friday morning, we left the comfort of my embassy sponsor’s house for the craziness of the taxi park area. I purchased a set of non-human stereo speakers at the Shoprite on Entebbe Road before heading out to Fort Portal on a taxi. I have come to realize how easy it has become to bother me these days. As we were about to enter one of the taxis, I rolled my eyes and laughed when the conductor of the taxi offered to put my backpack on the roof or in the back of the taxi. Rachel reminded to be nice, especially since the conductor was just trying to help me. After a cramped ride filled with much yelling, breast milk splashing, and emotional swings we arrived in Fort Portal where we greeted dozens of other PCV’s at the Sweet Aromas bakery and the Dutchess restaurant.
This 4th of July weekend filled me with a myriad of emotions. I felt so content to see PCV’s who could understand me and have a good time with me without me having to explain myself. I realize that I don’t even need to explain to other PCV’s why I feel a certain emotion or do something weird, because they too know that I am working through my own issues and emotions at any given moment. That first cup of coffee at Sweet Aromas, that first bite of olive pizza at the Dutchess, that first hit of shisha at the Forest bar felt so refreshing and wonderful.
The entire day of Saturday the 4th will remain in my memory as a particularly beautiful day. We started it out by doing yoga together on the lawn of the YES Hostel, followed by some ab workouts. After showering, we set up the speaker system and proceeded to drink bloody mary’s with Old Bay, mingle with PCV’s from all cohorts, and eat some Ugandan barbecue. Apart from the beer pong and dancing, I remember sitting on a chair facing the rolling hills of Fort Portal and witnessing the sunset in an auburn sky while my closest PCV friends surrounded me. Life literally felt as if it couldn’t get much better than this.
As the festivities ended, I began preparing my work as a PCVL, Peace Corps Volunteer Leader. One of my duties is to visit PCV sites in the Fort Portal region in order to assess whether these sites would be a good candidate to continue hosting a PCV after the ones in my cohort departed at the end of this year. The goal is of the Primary Literacy Project for us education PCV’s is to have an incoming education PCV from the cohort arriving this November work as the “carrier” PCV after our work as the “starter” PCV. It really is cool to know that so many of our projects involving libraries, clubs, and positive behavior systems can be continued and grown even after we leave.
As a PCVL, my visits to my friends’ sites have shown me just how much development can occur in as little as two years. As little as I feel I may accomplish here, I realize just how much of an impact we have in our communities and schools. I often hear those cheesy stories about how a simple greeting to a neighbor inspired that neighbor to become an English teacher, but I sometimes wonder what our pupils and students will remember from our classes. Saying hello is just one small facet of our day, and we have a direct impact on our students’ learning. This weekend of fun, reflection, and work has reminded me not to give up just yet. There is still work to be done and there is still time to develop.