Day 9 – Zoe
To my concerned parents, my awesome little brother, my insane dog, awkward friends, chill fam and respective creepers; its day 9 of UGANDA! Every day we are here I become more and more drawn into Ugandan life and more and more resistant to the idea of coming home (sorry mom).
Today I got the chance to experience many different parts of UNIFAT school. In-between break times we were again swarmed with smiling children, I had the opportunity to help out in the UNIFAT kitchen. Their kitchen, for those unaware, consist of 3 half mud walls, a tilted tin roof and two very large fire powered mud stoves. So, it is almost impossible to stir anything, whether it is the porridge for break time or the posho for lunch, without getting smoke in your eyes. More than that , even the half walls don’t allow for enough heat to escape and the compact kitchen can quickly become very hot. Despite this, the kitchen workers couldn’t be nicer. We mad small talk-or what small talk you can have given my broken acholi and there broken English. But mostly we exchanged questions. Me: am I doing this right? Them: (after much laughter) yes, isn’t it hard? Me: YES.
At lunch I again found a mob of children swarming me with handmade envelopes holding their letters. Some letters were sweet, like the drawings of me and a child titled best friends. Some were heartbreaking like the letters where a child detailed there horrible home life and asked that I please sponsor them. Worst still I had to respond to those letters and tell them that I could not and I was sorry. And yet, still more upsetting was the letter I received form a little boy who I have come to know asking “is it true? Are you really leaving on Monday? I Pray to God it is not but if it is I promise that I will never forget you.” Needless to say my response took quiet a long time.
After lunch I sat in on a P5 math class (which would compare to a 5 grade math class). Again, proving that we are more similar than we are different, I started to nod off. It seems that whether it’s in Uganda or the U.S, Math class puts me to sleep (sorry Kari and Connie).
In the style of the children’s letter ; This is the end.