There is No Place Like Home

After 28 long hours with Ethiopian Airlines and United Airlines I find myself back in Chicago. To be perfectly honest it isn’t the jet lag that has kept me from writing this final post. I am terrified by the realization that I am no longer in Uganda. One thing that struck me happened somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. A girl sitting in the row across from me complimented me on a Ugandan bracelet I was wearing and she asked how long I had been in the country. Upon telling her that I was there for almost 3 months she exclaimed that I must be thrilled to be headed home. Her puzzled expression was priceless as I told her that I honestly wish I could have stayed in Lacor longer. In many ways it has become a home to me. I recognize that I do not know how to behead a chicken, I do not blend in, and I do not know how to speak the language fluently. However, I do love Lacor, and I do think of it as my second home.

The last bit of my time spent in Uganda was full of love. Most of the DMP pupils/students were getting out of school for holiday break and it was wonderful getting to see them more often. Atim Sharon stopped by the house a few times to visit and I got to meet some of her friends and see her home as well. The other girls who go to school at Mary Immaculate Primary School came by the house on their first day of holiday and while spending time with me they wrote adorable and meaningful thank you notes and drew me several pictures. I was able to see the boys at Negri Primary School before I left as well and they instructed me to mail them pictures of: “your house, your family, games, the food, and toys for the girls!”

The night before I left Lacor Grace Odonga (one of the original founders of DMP) prepared some food for me saying that it is important in Ugandan culture that travelers not leave on an empty stomach. She also stressed that I must greet all of my family, friends, and loved ones once I reached Chicago. So, all of you reading this should consider yourself greeted at this point: “Hello and many blessings to you, love from Grace.”

On my final morning in Lacor four of the DMP pupils (Aciro Mercy, Lamunu Brenda, Apiyo Janet, and Komakech Robert) came by the house to see me off as I left. Upon reaching the bus park DMP student Okot Ivan Jerome and his older brother Mandela accompanied me. Along with friend and project officer, Onono Paul, we all set out for Kampala. It was with a heavy heart and a few stray tears that I said farewell at the airport. Ironically, I left one home behind as I now have returned to another. 

Although the goodbyes came way too soon, I am consoled when I think about all that we have accomplished this summer. The first meeting I had in Gulu was with the Gulu NGO Forum and the last official meeting I had in August was accepting DMP’s certificate of registration. We established a new Board of Directors and met extensively with the DMP Guardians’ Association. DMP now has a new, less expensive, office space in Lacor Center. I facilitated the amendment of the DMP constitution between all governing bodies of DMP. We wrote grant proposals and began the application process for funding to cover the start-up costs of a DMP Agriculture Project. In my final 3 weeks at the office after the other girls left I went through every file and every DMP Binder - updating all of the organization’s documents.

Perhaps even more significant than all of these administrative-based accomplishments has been the personal relationships I made. In a community where friendship is vital and strongly valued I feel very blessed to have left with so many friends. Volunteering for the organization is that much more meaningful when I can put a face to the names. I know that when I fundraise Akwero Sharon will be able to get a new science book. Atim Sharon will be able to remain a student at Graceland Girl’s School where she plays rugby. Lamunu Brenda can continue with her dance practices and stay in school with the other girls at Mary Immaculate. Agik Joan can continue participating on the debate team at St. Lawrence Secondary School. Komakech Jimmy will continue to get good grades and play football (soccer) at Negri Primary School along with the other boys. I can’t tell you how many parents or guardians I met who asked me if it was possible to add any children to the program. In addition to that I have made several friends who are my age or older attempting to save money for school. Education is so incredibly powerful and I thank my lucky stars that the kids in DMP are able to go to school. If anyone is interested in helping to keep them in school please help by purchasing the Ugandan arts and crafts that the Dwon Madiki Partnership is currently selling:

*Paper mache bracelets: $8.00

*Paper mache earrings: $6
.00 

* Rosaries: $12.00 

*Paper mache necklaces: $12.00
  

* Paper mache large necklaces: $13.00 

*Small wallets: $8
.00   

*Big wallets: $13.00

I would like to note that my trip to Uganda was the result of 3 jobs over the course of one and a half years of preparation. I was inspired my freshman year by a Loyola student who told me of her trip to Uganda during the summer of 2009 and instantly made up my mind that I would go there someday as well. So, without a single regret, I worked in my hometown during holidays and kept 2 jobs during the school year. My point is that all donations are strictly for DMP operational costs and paying for school fees and necessary scholastic materials of the DMP pupils/students.

These products were all created fair trade either by Grace, the co-founder of DMP, or a local tailor.  They were paid fair prices to make quality goods and all understand these products are being sold to make profit for DMP.  100% of the profits will go towards paying school fees for the 20 children of Dwon Madiki.  Do not hesitate to contact me regarding purchasing these products at pgraham1@luc.edu. 

Please continue to support the kids in the Dwon Madiki Partnership, the voice of tomorrow.

Hanging out with friends - I am going to miss these guys!

Visiting with Achola Filda at her home (mother of DMP students Oketa Wilfred and Oroma Beatrice). Wilfred helped lay the bricks to build this hut. 

Visiting with Achola Filda at her home (mother of DMP students Oketa Wilfred and Oroma Beatrice). Wilfred helped lay the bricks to build this hut. 

My neighbor, Christine 

My neighbor, Christine 

[not so] alone in acholiland

The Dwon Madiki Partnership is officially registered with the Gulu District NGO Forum!!!!! This has been a project that we’ve been working on all summer and something I felt personally invested in. This process has consisted of multiple visits with the Chief Administrative Office, letters of recommendation from the Ugandan Local Councils, several meetings with the governing bodies of DMP reviewing and amending guiding documents, and approval from the community development office as well as the Chief Administrative Office. Although it was quite the process, the kids make it more than worth it! I was visiting the boys at Negri Primary School yesterday and before I left one of their teachers approached me to warmly share her thanks for the work that DMP is doing. This woman teaches Komakech Jimmy, one of the boys in our program, she sang his praises and even went so far as to show me some of his work. She beamed with pride while saying how much she has seen him grow and how promising his academic future is. Moments such as these make all of bumps in the road and all the hard work worthwhile.

Although there have been very few unexpected bumps in the road during my summer trip (aside from the many literal bumps in the red dirt road…) one such “bump” has been living on my own. All of the girls who traveled with me to volunteer this summer have headed back to the states for work, previous commitments, or family. This wasn’t the initial plan, but I decided to just go with it and stay the final 3 weeks on my own.

At first I was a little apprehensive about living on my own in a third world country where I am most definitely the minority, but that apprehension is long since gone. I work in the DMP office on a daily basis, surrounding myself with work and doing things I think might help the organization. This work is offset by grocery shopping in the market as I learn to cook, spending time with friends at Café Larem in town, and valiantly trying to win Thursday Quiz Night. This isn’t to say that I don’t miss my friends from Loyola, but I am realizing more and more each day how many Ugandan friends I have. This is manifested each and every day in multiple forms. Sometimes it is expressed when my neighbors Brenda and Christine offer to help me wash the red dirt out of my jeans because I sat on the clay while taking a break from building a latrine. It can also appear in a dish of complementary malakwang and posho (delicious, delicious Ugandan food made from greens, odii paste, and tomatoes) while watching chick flicks with the neighbor girls. Whether it comes in smiles, sharing food, stories, or surprise visits from the DMP students I sponsor, I feel the love of this community each and every day. The initial sadness that my previous roommates couldn’t share these final experiences with me is coupled with a bittersweet realization that my time here is coming to an end as well. I am learning to cherish every moment that I have left.

If you would had asked me at the beginning of the summer how I felt about living alone during this time I would have said that I would figure it out and be just fine. However, when people ask me the same question now they get a slightly different response. I might be the only American living in Lacor, but no one who is surrounded by this many loving friends and neighbors could be considered “alone.” 

Gulu High School Girl’s Dormitory (still in need of renovation)

Gulu High School Girl’s Dormitory (still in need of renovation)