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Cacophony of cultural pride

Today officially started off the several month-long circumcision parades in town…

The villagers are covered in ash, dressed in plantain leaves, drumming and ululating in droves

Culturally, the Bagishu men who live in the districts of Bududa, Mbale, Sironko and Manafwa among others are supposed to undergo circumcision as a way of turning boys into men.

Unlike medical circumcision, cultural circumcision for the Gishu dictates that the one to be circumcised needs to feel it as it is happening and is not supposed to cry or cringe away from the pain. If this happens, then, one is deemed a man. Circumcision is not always performed with sterile knives. Mostly,  but not always are they consensual. Female circumcision has been banned from these regions. Rumor has it the boy is covered in white flour for three days after the ritual is performed, he then enters manhood. Healing takes 4-6 weeks, providing there are no complications.

Last day in Wanale

After a long day in Wanale, we arrived home just in time for the festivities-Doctor Sabiti and I ran down the drive to capture on film
After seeing what women go through in this country, you might dance a little for circumcision



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Yes, Patron is better, but consider Jose this week…for Africa!

Friends and family. According to the stellar graphing charts WordPress provides, approx 800 people saw my last few post. Wow, amazing! No pressure or anything.  Upon your request, (beautiful, generous people) I will tell you where to donate your hard-earned money! And, thank you for leaving your comfort zone and giving a S$*T!

What it means to volunteer:

I volunteered to work with Kissito for 5 weeks. As a volunteer here, and with most NGO’s, you pay your own way. Upside, is you know your money does not pay for my expenses here. Downside, for those who have expressed interest in volunteering, there are significant cost involved. It cost me upward of 4 thousand dollars to come here-flight, med insurance, vaccines, supplies, etc. If you can get the time off and afford the trek, I highly encourage you to do so, or work with any NGO, anywhere. If you can commit to a lengthy period of time and have specialized skills you can apply for a fellowship. http://kissitointernational.org/volunteers.aspx

How you can help without physically touching ground:

Simple. Give what you can. If you are anything like me, you have a gym account open, but have not gone in a year. An unused Spotify account taking your 10 bucks a month to grow Zuckerberg’s fascist agenda…you get the point

Re-shift your monies. Cancel that corporate gym membership that’s giving the CEO his third trip to the Riviera. Yeah! Buy Jose Cuervo instead of Patron this week-I realize this is a tall order.

(a lot of you have written me and expressed feeling bad about smaller donations) YOU’RE CRAZY. Don’t think a small donation is not worth your time. Multiple small donations add up fast sillies. Even a small “sacrifice” on your part can literally transform someone’s life here-I’ve been seeing it with my own eyes. It’s incredibly rewarding.

Some of you asked if Kissito will deduct monthly amounts from accounts –YES



 The Big question: How does Kissito break down donors monies?

100%, 100%, 100% of your money goes directly to aid here in Africa.  Zero dollars go toward US administrative fees, advertising etc- they are covered by Kissito’s domestic mother company. This is RARE

Need a tAx write off? PLEAZE

You can give  support to a particular program – like malnutrition rehabilitation for children in Wanale – or to Kissito’s life-saving hospitals and transformative health programs,  “flipping” dysfunctional, critically understaffed/under-supplied government hospitals

So much has been accomplished here, yet so much more needs to be done!

and, Lizzy has 10 days to get us 10,000, which we desperately need:)


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Survival of the fittest

We have been working hard to get a rather large grant from the Rotary club. Shooting a short film to show Kissito’s “mission” in Mbale hospital is part of the package. Mbale is the regional hospital, meaning it is the largest hospital within a 5 hour range. That covers a lot of districts. This place desperately needs help.

Sleeping in Saturday was something I looked forward to. I told Uthman I would go over to Mbale with him in hopes we could get the remaining footage we need to complete the film.  We arrived unannounced, and I convinced sister Margarite to stop her work and give us a tour. She sat through a long interview and gave us a shockingly detailed tour of the wards. I’d been dubious before this day- as to whether or not sister Margarite liked me. Apparently someone else who tried to film there almost got arrested. Uthman and I managed to come out unscathed.  We walked into several departments like we owned them, getting real footage people need to see.

The children’s ward at Mbale could be  the poster child for non-existent health care in Africa. Kissito wants to expand into this ward eventually. All the usual shocking sights. Wrought iron beds with tattered, unsterile mattresses, very little medical equipment, 2 nurses for over a hundred children, multiple children sharing beds etc.  Despite all this, the children don’t cry much-when crying does not illicit a coddling response, you notice quickly how many children won’t cry.  It’s pretty amazing. I’ve don’t think I’ve seen one child whining here.

As we interviewed patients in the ward, i walked over to a boy’s bed. He was so badly malnourished and sick. I had never actually seen anyone this thin.  I knew this had to be more than malnourishment.  Note: We have not seen anyone dying of HIV like this since the 80’s in the U.S.  Most children here have TB along with HIV, along with malnourishment. If they are not adequately treated with ARV’s in the first stages their cd4 count gets too low to fight off any other infections such as Malaria, TB, Fever,etc.  Not knowing he was in stage 4, (full-blown AIDS), I made some calls to get him transferred into a facility that could better help him. After a few days of searching, I was lead to Renee. Her speciality is transferring the terminally ill children to better facilities. She drove in from Kampala to meet me at the children’s ward Monday. Not knowing the proper protocol on how to walk in and remove a patient without seeming offensive, we gracefully made out way to his bed. The bed was empty.

Friday-Sunday GOING TO KENYA SAFARI!!!!!!!!!! Some lighter posting on the horizon:)


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“To be a pregnant woman in Africa is to have one foot in the grave.” African Proverb

Back up to Wanale-

Carlos, Carolina, and I headed back up the mountain to Wanale clinic -Thursday (behind on posting)

The drive up through the lush fertile jungle gives me a  sense of calm. We drove through the vast untouched mountains, filled with sounds, creatures, waterfalls, smells only an unindustrialized nation could produce. Villagers wave and smile while yelling Jambo! ( Swahili) The Land Rover we drive up is a familiar sight to them now. This terrain is starting to feel like home.  If anything will make you a raging environmentalist,  it’s spending time in places like this.  Environmental degradation seems almost non-existent on this land, except for the burning of trash. This natural growth is ‘currently’ free from exploitation, development and modern amenities.  The villagers huts are elemental. No electricity is brought up the mountain, and the result is endless beauty that I will deeply miss.  I’m already anticipating my last ride up here as a very emotional day.

The malnutrition program has been approved for Wanale, but the funding will not come through till later this week. Hopefully.  We started assessing families anyway and followed them back to their homes to get a better understanding of the whole picture. I saw a woman walking down the road heading for the clinic with a baby and a young girl.  From the instant I saw this young woman walking down the mountain, i felt some connection to her. She has an infectious smile and an innocence you just want to know.

She brought a child in with Malaria symptoms. I’m trying to gather information from her while Robert ( medical officer) helps me translate. She did not know the birth dates or ages of most of her children. I’m finding this to be common. I find out after relentless questioning the child she brought to the clinic is not even hers. She is raising three children from a women who left them, and three of her own. She is 18. From the looks of the little girl she brought in we assumed the others were malnourished. We followed her home.  As we suspected, the children were very badly malnourished and one of the boys has been paralyzed for the last three years. No one seemed to know why, Polio is a guess. I’m assuming he sits in the hut mostly. He has never been seen by any doctors. His crutches were made out of wood, he can no longer use them he is so weak. He will need  food, a diagnosis, rehabilitation, and a wheelchair at the very least. These illnesses are so easily avoidable, it’s hard to see them left untreated.

She has a small plot of land and only grows maize. This has been their only diet. Maize here is hard and dry. I can hardly eat it, let alone fathom eating it everyday. Of course questions flood my mind– why is she only growing corn on her fertile land when they are starving? I’m trying to remember farming 101.  Eventually, Kissito will implement an agricultural program. You need to teach a man how to fish. The end goal is to help  support  the villagers to enhance the status of food security through training in agricultural practices, provision of seeds, animal breeds etc. We have a plot of land and seeds to start, but finding funding and staff is a never-ending process. Here is a local organization that teaches community supported agriculture.

Her child tested negative for Malaria. Although the microscope lens was broken, so the medical officer could not get an accurate read on her blood. Same story different clinic. Lack of basic equipment. He medicated her anyway, and her newborn got vaccinated.  We now know where she lives and will go back Thursday to deliver food. Eventually, she will be part of the education program in agriculture. Carolina and I are trying to get Dr Sabiti up the mountain to diagnose the young boy so we can get him transferred to some type of rehabilitation program. There we can be somewhat assured he’ll be fed and at least gain strength to heal.

She kept grabbing my hand and calling me Auntie. I stayed with her the entire day, she felt my devotion. I kept slipping her all my power bars. I don’t even know if they’ll eat them. I’m gonna make sure she does not slip through the cracks. Imagine her surprise walking to the doctors to help her child and by chance we were there in that exact moment to rescue her family. This luck will most definitely change their lives forever. When i saw her walking and smiling earlier, she had no idea – she asked for nothing. I can’t describe the look of hope on her face when we walked her home with food and told her we’ll be back.  And, we will.
We headed further up the mountain. The fog covering the peaks remind me of the city. We started hiking through the coffee plantations toward a home of a women we are supposed to deliver more food too. She is about to give birth. Her husband left her and the children with nothing. We made arrangements for our midwife to keep an eye on her till labor.  As the common saying around here is “To be a pregnant women in Africa, is to have one foot in the grave.” Maternal death here is devastatingly common. She was kneeling to us-a sign of respect. If she were to die, three more children would be orphans. We’ll make sure that won’t happen. We hiked back through the hills toward our car.

Ah, Ugandan coffee plantations. The workers passed on the hillside carrying burlap sacs of beans on their heads. The air was cool and crisp as the mist hovered around the fields. A nice reprieve from the heat.  Carlos and Carolina are making their way to the car.  I’m falling behind as I keep stopping to capture this place with my camera…

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This excerpt is from my dear friend Solar’s blog while traveling/working in Africa with New Seed

She describes the emotional “imbalance”  this otherwise rewarding work can often inflict, in an honest unfiltered way…when someone expresses my emotions perfectly, I’d rather recycle their words…

Forgive me for not having posted in so long. I’m working in reverse to make sense of my experience here. Every time I’m inspired to share something, it’s about the stresses, the challenges, what-I-would-have-done-differently-had-I-known, what isn’t working, why I feel powerless. etc.

I know there is also much positive but that lens is currently marred. I need the reality of what I’m feeling to be valid. It’s ok that this hasn’t been a Lonely Planet Adventure. I’ve been doing real work with real people, not in order to generate a colorful story or rack up an experience on my Life CV, but to actually help this world in some way. And I’ve gained more respect than you can imagine for the people here who spin gold from dirt. It’s part of why I’ve resisted sharing the challenge every time I feel it. I’m so fucking lucky. I didn’t live through any war. I didn’t see my cousin taken out back and shot between the shoulders. I wasn’t born into slavery. I get how privileged I really am. Even knowing I can eventually leave is a privilege.

I think I’ve just been pounded by a relentlessness from many sides in many unexpected ways with no recovery or reprieve. Knowing the complete picture now would make me set up my life here very differently in order to maintain balance, sanity and safety…Perspective is always a teacher but I may need less of it now to learn the same lessons. I’ve also been completely dependent. I think that has a lot to do with it. Because other people here have been here longer, I’ve just allowed plans to be made. I have given myself little control over my life here beyond some excursions to town… I haven’t set my own boundaries or responded to my own limitations. Because I committed to do a job, I’ve let that commitment and my idea of integrity trump instincts or decisions that would have otherwise protected me.  I was dropped into an emotional jungle and I’m finding my way into the clearing.”  Thanks for letting me post, I feel your sediments exactly.

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Stream of Consciousness

A lot has happened these past few days and I’ve become happily busy. I’ve successfully convinced Sister Rose to let me access the books at the Maternity Ward, yeah! This has been a sensitive mission, as the nurses are very weary of releasing private records, understandably so. The monthly reports they submit to us are often very different from the actual daily logs they keep. In lieu of this, I had to very gingerly, convince the head nurses how important it was for me to get this information. I provided them supplies immediately upon request, a few days prior, to show my dedication and sincerity. It’s a barter mentality, I’ve got down. I’ve been bringing my computer and transferring huge books of hand written notes into Excel. I’m logging data, comparing stats, making graphs, trying to find trends and discrepancies. It’s a mess, but very rewarding work.  I’m trying to back log a year’s worth of data before I leave, an ambitious goal. My nights are getting shorter. I’m suppose to purpose an entire plan on how I want this department to run before I leave, so I better understand exactly what’s wrong before I do. I’m batting my eyelashes, working my charm and learning to be assertive in equal proportions in order to pull this off. I’m writing these blogs quickly, as by the time I get to editing photos and writing, i’m exhausted.

Power outages are very common here. The power intermittently goes out all over town. Everyone just keeps going on about their business like it ain’t no thang, and really it’s not so bad.  I’ve learned to charge everything I own while the power is on. I usually work in bed throughout the night till my laptop dies. Most people have generators as back up here, but petroleum is too expensive to justify using them, unless it’s absolutely necessary. Luckily, here at the house we keep it on so we can work. The power has been out these past few days, and the only places that will keep their generators on during the day is two hotels. So when your devices die, you’re on the hunt.

Keisha and I ran around looking for places to poach power. We ended up at Mount Elgon Hotel. Finally, I found the travelers hub I’ve been searching for.  Mt Elgon is apparently where all the Muzungus stay. It’s a sprawling hotel nestled in the fertile hills. Equipped with a spa, restaurant that serves up American esq food, pool, bar and cafe. I plugged in and starting computing my data. Hours passed as I stopped to occasionally chat with travelers from around the world. I walked around to check out the modest spa that seems so decadent here. Hour massages are around 40,00 shillings/20 US. Guess who’s getting a few spa treatments. Whew, finally! After all, I am a women who (admittingly), values balance. You can only swim upstream for so long till you, well, need a facial:) I did also manage to seek out Francis, the town’s best pedicurist, so don’t feel too bad for me. My toes look better than they ever did back home.

Mt Elgon has a bar, smoothies, and a T.V. with channels. The motif is  cozy and colorful.  Just looking at the pool made me work fiercely. Out of no where approx 20 loud white men were walking my way. A color shift I had not thought about till seeing a herd of whities. Intrigued, and a little startled from their boisterous presence, I started chatting them up. They are a Welsh crew here building homes for a few weeks. A few of the men were around fifty, most of them were very young, I’d say 16-20. All of them were drinking and smoking. This is LITERALLY the first time I’ve seen anyone smoke in nearly 3 weeks. I instantly liked them and started chatting with the man who brought the crew over. He told me about an International Market over the Kenya border that happens on Tuesdays. This is what I’ve been looking for! Its about 2 hours over the mountains. Traders come from all over and apparently even up from the Congo. This might be my one chance to buy local art and crafts, so i’ve already arranged to get half the day off and tag along with this motley crew…should make for an interesting day.

I’m gonna make it over to Kenya damn it!  My mission is to get to Hell’s Gate across the Kenyan border.  There you can go on a bicycle safari in the  game reserve which supports the largest diversity of species in Africa and homeland of the Masai tribe. I’m trying to convince the house mates to take the 2 day journey with me, but once again, I’m prepared to do it alone. Somehow going to Kenya alone feels perfect.

I went up to Wanale clinic today. Carlos and Carolina and I made it up the mountain right before the rains set in. We arrived and low and behold the head clinical officer was there. A rare sighting. Not the one Kissito hired but the one that works for the government that possesses the only key to the medical supply room. One of the main issues here is that he won’t release the key to anyone who actually shows up to work. He often won’t show up for weeks, while villagers suffer without medicine. This might have been the most heated conversation I’ve witnessed while I’ve been here. This man is surly and I can’t really get his agenda, at all. I’m glad I held my tongue while he babbled a lot of non sense about -how we will work on a solution and these things take time. I kept thinking, just give us the freaking key you idiot. I learned a lot through Carlos and Carolina. I think because of their language barrier, (they are Venezuelan), they disarmed him by repeating “we have the same goal”, and “we need to find a solution”. Seemed to be way more effective than what I wanted to say. His village people are dying because he won’t show up to release meds, nor will he pass over the keys. We will eventually stock the entire clinic, bring in staff, and take over, cause that’s what we do! Back to Excel, data, Excel, data…

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