Monday, 7 January 2013

What am I doing here? (Just don't get killed.)


When I awoke this morning I prayed that God would let something amazing happen today…

I made it to bed late. During the night I could hear people working outside. I guess there is always something to be done here. I have heard it said that the Ugandans that work here actually work really hard all the time. Not like America where a lot of us that don’t have careers give effort until it becomes uncomfortable or inconvenient. I woke up very early after finally going to bed. I decided I would go for a walk around where we were staying. I grabbed my camera and headed out. I could see that nobody else from the team was up yet. I made my way passed the gate guarding our hotel and made a right turn to head up the street. At this point I am a little nervous. I always have this feeling that danger is always around the corner from me. I can see that there are a couple people walking on the same street that I am on which is small and maybe not traveled on as much. I took a couple photos and headed back for breakfast. This place is so quiet. It’s slow. The environment is unthreatening. How come I feel so out of place here? It’s unlike any place I have been to.

Later in the day we were walking in to town and I was explaining my thoughts to Risa. She basically said… “How does it feel to be the minority? Everyone is constantly looking at you and judging you because you are white.” Wow… that was a hammer to the head. This is the very first time I have felt this. I have felt excluded before. I have felt unwanted before too. I have never felt what it is like to be the minority.

After our visit to town I took a Boda Boda back to the C.O.G. compound. A Boda Boda is a motorcycle taxi. This was amazing! The Boda drivers are everywhere so you just have to look at one and they will stop for you. You tell them where you want to go but then you have to negotiate a price. It’s super easy and it’s pretty much a standard 1,500 - 2,000 Shillings. In our case since I was riding with Lindsay we had to pay 2,000. Now there are 3 people on this motorbike zooming through the streets of Jinja. We were dodging potholes and other vehicles and at one point we were on the sidewalk! It was so amazingly great! We arrived back and my heart was racing with excitement.

As I lay in bed tonight I could feel something was different. My attitude had been changed. I don’t feel nervous to be here any longer. I found myself being incredibly thankful to be in Uganda and meeting such amazing people. You should know that I don’t hand out the word AMAZING to just anyone. The people I have met here… ARE amazing. They have great big hearts and show such love. How could I ever help or encourage someone when the entire time I have been here I have been getting schooled in the ways of love. I took a second look at life back home in America. Outside of the fact that I am in Uganda and outside of what I have learned here so far… I have a great life and recently it has had even more blessings shed on it. I guess I assumed that when I asked God for something amazing today it would be in someone else’s life… not mine.