Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
In Acholi: Thank you so much.
Nothing creative today, just a list of what I'm thankful for. You know, because it's that holiday.
 Framilends. Family and Friends, because they're not really separate. This one is obvious, at least in my book. Really, everyone, thanks a ton for always keeping in touch, however much you can. It makes this trip a lot less lonely, which it often does become. I know the fellowship folks highly stress limiting the amount of time on facebook/email/skype/gchat, but the few times I do get in touch with you, it really does make you feel not so far away.
 Eccentricity. According to one professor who lives next to me, I have plenty of it. Most likely, it got me where I am, which isn't really in a terrible place. Additionally, children tend to love it, more likely laugh at it, and everyone just has a good time.
 Electricity. We don't get a lot of it here, and when we do, there's a small part of me that that prays to the power gods for granting us a few hours of non-candle, computer-charging, and vision-able shower time. As I'm typing this, I have about half an hour left of battery, so the pressure's on to finish and publish this before I'm submerged in the dark vacuum of communication that is Uganda.
 Pineapple. It's incredible here. Certainly puts American fruits to shame.
 G-Nut Paste. Essentially homemade peanut butter with sesame seeds. Also incredible, and also puts American peanut butter to shame.
 Music. Keeps a part of America trucking along with me, but I'm also collecting a small pool of songs from the countries in which I'm staying. Ergo, amazing life playlist is slowly but surely being constructed.
 Anti-Diarrhea Pills and Non-Squat Toilets... Self explanatory.
 Sending Mail. I LOVE THIS. Whether it's snail, e, or messages on facebook, writing makes [and I'm repeating myself at this point] this trip a lot less lonely, and time is really killed faster. I'm also having a crazy fun time attempting to send postcards, which I imagine to be kind of like shooting a shotgun at a flock of geese and doves and hoping the bullets make it to only the doves. Not that I'm shooting you. Maybe with love. Which brings me to
 Receiving Mail. I don't want to compare, but this care package [also probably breaking the 'limit communication' rules of the fellowship, but hey, I'm sure it must happen all the time] came in yesterday. Postcards, homemade brownies/fudge [I could never tell the difference between the two], a traditional Madeiran stock pouch [what? safety belt?], CHRISTMAS TINSEL, and FLOSS. Ah, my hygiene has yet to be compromised on this trip. Regardless, even if you don't send me an awesome spring-loaded cardboard box full of things I love, a simple email just telling me about what I'm missing in your life right now is enough. I might be traveling, but I certainly don't want to be kept out of the loop while I'm away.
 Travel. I know this one's super obvious and also not very creative, but this has to be the craziest thing I've done [so far] in my life. And I'm loving every minute of it. I'm changing in [what I think is] all the best ways possible, and I'm learning a TON about the world, myself, strangers, and how much people at home will always mean to me.
 Water. Whether its cold, hot, drinking, or flushing. Travel to a third world country and you'll realize how much you need this fantastic fantastic liquid running through you. Not that I didn't before.
 Humility. I guess I didn't really know what this was like until I started break dancing, and a flock of small Ugandan ten year-olds laughed at me just moving my feet. Sure, there's that pang of frustration and wanting to stop immediately, but you learn to deal with it, ignore it, roll with it, not care about it, or even prove them wrong. I'm a firm believer that knowing how to be super embarrassed is good for the soul, the mind, and the ego.
 Hellos. You'll never know how much a stranger will help you out, or will end up playing an incredibly important role until you greet them. I've met photographers, doctors, firemen, nurses, surrogate families, teachers, friends, mentors, and incredible advice-givers because we decided to greet each other. Try it sometime. You'll be surprised how far it takes you.
 Goodbyes. You'll never know how much someone means to you until you say these, and realize how much you don't want to leave them.
UPDATE |  Haircuts. From nuns. Losing the heat helmet, especially on the equator, is more than enough reason to celebrate by hopping on the next boda into town, feel the wind on your scalp, and be slightly jealous that the local hair style is shaved.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Update | Optional: Get chased at high speed by a rabid dog on the back of a boda boda at midnight.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
With his time in Uganda swiftly coming to a close - two weeks left? - the Boy encountered a new decision: Where to next?
But for now, he was fine being so Restlessly Reckless.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
As per usual, I've taken the liberty of writing it phonetically.
ee ah-choh-lee mon pee-khee yeh nee-gooh beh-ree kom.
In Acholi, women are not allowed to sit in chairs.
ah-mee-roh deh khaow
I am looking for a woman [to marry].
ahn at-yieh oh-teh-ka
I am a hero.
chwee-nyah och-wher pee lohk mah eeh wah-koh nee
I was pissed at what you said.
Let them beg.
yeh-yah tyieh kah lee-veen-ee
The boat is sinking.
looh-tee-noh mah-ro moo-nee
Children love whites.
[White Unmarried Hero]
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
-| Apologise to your woman |-
" 'I am sorry, I will make it up to you' translates into 'I cherish you.I don't want to do anything that makes you unhappy' It also says ' I am sorry I wasn't sensitive, I will make it up to you by being more sensitive . in the future'. Do you know how poweful the words 'I am sorry' are? They can melt the wall around a woman's hear, they can build back trust that was lost."
-| My Final Thought |-
Let's be honest: there are many.
Instead, try counting the grammatical errors - nothing was changed from the actual article.
[Single & Questionably Ready to Mingle]
Monday, November 7, 2011
Or do they just become more interesting Weekdays?
Although a part of him missed the TGIF attitude so prevalent in the States [and the more specific "work hard Sunday-Thursday afternoon, play hard Thursday-Saturday night" attitude at his alma mater], he and his liver were glad to make a drastic change in party attitude. Instead of running around campus between themed social events [i.e., 'The Anything But Clothes Party'], mixed beverages [i.e., 'Jungle Juice' made of who-knows-what-as-long-as-it-tasted-good-and-got-the-job-done], and protein/fat/carbohydrate rich end-of-the-night snacks [i.e., chili cheese dogs and M&M brownies], the Boy had now fallen in love with a[n arguably] more adult weekend routine.
After traditional dance, Morris - Luo Talent Center leader, choreographer, and overall Beast - would take the Boy to a nearby bar to have Nile beer [which came in only 500 ml bottles], play billiards [the Boy had always won because his opponent scratched on the 8 ball], watch The Lion King [waitress' choice], listen to Mariah Carey [barkeeper's choice], and enjoy the conversations of [mostly inebriated] middle aged Ugandans, all in one night.
If this was what life was like after college, what it was like to grow up, what it was like to be a sophisticated adult... The Boy knew he'd never look back and long for his college weekends again.