Uganda Wishes Take One

Since I've been learning Final Cut Pro X at school I turned Uganda Wishes into my short documentary project. 
I've posted take one of Uganda Wishes to my VIMEO page.

Uganda Wishes from Jane Victoria King on Vimeo.
In November of 2010 I left Canada to spend six weeks in Africa.
I travelled to Uganda and volunteered at Mengo Hospital's HIV/AIDS clinic.
As a New Media Journalist I chose to document the HOPE of the people.
I asked for their wish for Uganda and for their wish for the World.
I called my journey there:
UGANDA WISHES

Let me know how it makes you feel and whether or not you'd be interested in volunteering at some point at the Mengo Hospital in Kampala, Uganda or in helping out locally with their fundraising efforts.

The need for support for the young HIV positive adolescents and for the Saturday Club is great. I have just learned this from two volunteers who returned last week.
Imagine being born HIV positive? 
As one of the interviewees said, "The children, they are innocent..."

All comments and feedback are most welcome. 

Sincerely,

Jane Victoria King

Getting Hired

Haven’t had a full-time, long term job since 2009. Been doing what I can here and there. Snippets of contracts and manual labour.
Uganda Wishes.

Been loving the evenings though when I can sit down and do what I really enjoy. 
Writing this blog. 
Whatever comes to mind. Something I heard, saw or did that inspired me to tangle words together. In turn, with the purpose to inspire you in some way.

Can’t imagine a better way to live then by doing what you love.

Like to know how I can make a living at it.

The question has come up often enough. I’ve even asked MISS604.

Turns out most blogs direct traffic to a web site. The source of the income. Whether it be services or books.

Dreaming out loud. Maybe I can publish a book like Seth Godin in an inspirational way that will garner me more readers. Bite the bullet and do the Google AdSense and see what comes…

Maybe set up an e-commerce side to my web site (the domain name is there) and put my poetry and photographs together and sell them.

I often receive favourable feedback from readers. Mostly through Facebook and Twitter.

Today I updated my LinkedIn profile. The scattered past. Full of this and that.

Thought of a song my dad used to sing out loud.

“What’s it all about, Alfie?”

Getting hired.

What is it all about?

How the Internet Connects

My Pal Amy!

I know Amy. Even though I’ve never met her in person.

We’re pals. Some day we are going to ride together.

Until our time comes, we connect via email and Facebook.

She’s in Knoxville, Tennessee. I’m in Victoria, British Columbia.

We first met last year when I was doing the BC Bike Race.

Amy read my blog. It was so cool to hear how excited she was everyday to read my posts.

I absolutely loved receiving her comments. So much enthusiasm and support!

The BC Bike Race came and went and Amy continued to comment on my blog. We joined together on Facebook and started to enjoy long emails back and forth.

It was amazing to discover how much we have in common when it comes to life, drive, attitude and gratitude.

Ironically the very day I took my tumble off my road bike and fractured my pelvis and clavicle, Amy had sent me one her usual upbeat “checking in” emails.

I gave her the news.

Behind my Blackberry I could feel her sympathy and support in her every typed out word. It was wonderful.

She tagged me with the line, “It’s OK to have the pity party!”

Previous to my tumble, Amy had supported my efforts in my project with Uganda Wishes. I received the most thoughtful care package ever.

She put together post-its, small bulldog clips for paperwork, lip balm, a unique “Amy” designed t-shirt (I wore it today!), and an amazing pair of “Amy” earrings – bike style with chain links. So original!

As the weeks have followed my accident (May 22) I have asked for advise. She’s a Physical Therapist (had written her up originally as an Occupational Therapist sorry Amy!) so she’s dealt with people like me.

I’m so grateful for our friendship. Can hardly wait to ride my bike along side her. One day we hope to team up for the BC Bike Race.

How the Internet connects!

The Banana Ladies

Photograph by Jane Victoria King

A common site on the streets in Kampala, Uganda. It's my favourite picture these days. 
She happened to turn around in time for the early evening light to shine on her face. 

People, Purpose & Power! The Awesome Shit Club Pitch

Pretty stoked to have the opportunity to pitch to The Awesome Shit Club on Wednesday evening. I'll be one of ten individuals.


Thank you to all the wonderful readers of my blog for all the support so far. For the many of you who have viewed the Vision Board and commented I super appreciate it.


Do let me know if you are interested in being part of this project or if you have further ideas for activating a successful People, Purpose and Power! Here's what I'll be pitching:

The Awesome Shit About People, Purpose and Power!

The vision for People, Purpose and Power! is global. A multi-media exhibit planned to launch on or near December 21, 2012 coinciding with the Mayan calendar’s juxtaposed version of a possible shift in the future of the World.

People, Purpose and Power’s! objective is to photograph individuals on the streets of both developed and developing countries, at the same time asking them their wish for the World.

The individual’s photograph would be printed on the spot with their wish for the World. A copy would then go to the individual and another copy would form part of a streetscape for passerby’s to view.

The idea being to put out a conscious shift of awareness for the future of the World using photography and multi-media.

At night the image of the person will be transposed onto the side of a building with their wish for the World flashed up beside them.

Again, putting out these thoughts to the Universe to develop a conscious shift of awareness for the future of the World.

About Me, A Fresh Thinker aka Jane Victoria King

A recent visit to Uganda had me blogging about the hope of the people there. I wanted to steer away from the doom and the gloom so I would ask first their wish for Uganda and then their wish for the World. I didn’t always get peace as the answer for their wish for the World.

See Uganda Wishes for all the posts – www.ugandawishes.com (search Uganda Wishes).

Some individuals didn’t want their picture taken. Many did. And many asked for copies of their images. In developing countries, the resources are much more limited.

I see People, Purpose and Power! as an extension to Uganda Wishes with a broader focus to the World.

My vision is to set up a web site to engage the World to light up with this idea. Like Band Aid – broadcast this Worldwide leading up to December 21, 2012 and thereafter.

Funding is required to source multi-media expertise through on-line development as well as establish a model for People, Purpose and Power on the ground. Victoria, BC would be first!

The Other Awesome Shit About Me

I’m A Fresh Thinker with a dream of making a difference in the World through pictures, words, multi-media and the power of the Internet. I’ve been doing it now for almost 20 years.

You can review a lot about my past history at Linked In.

I appreciate the opportunity for the Awesome Shit Club to review this proposal and would be grateful for the support and engagement of the Awesome Shit Club in pursuing the vision of People, Purpose and Power! to the World.

You too would make a difference!

Most sincerely,

Jane Victoria King

A Fresh Thinker

http://janevictoriaking.blogspot.com

Vision Board for People, Purpose and Power!

Peaks and Valleys

Wherever you go, there you are. Funny how that is. You bring it all with you.

Recently I’ve taken to dawdling. In the sake of self-pity I suppose. Head down, on the ground.

I’m still recovering from my visit to Africa. Where a chunk of my heart got left behind. Yes ouch!

Mostly I attempt to sweat it out. Makes me feel better. But some days it’s carbs and chocolate, tears and pain.

A pal lent me a book. Hoping it might put me straight. I slogged through it. I’ve been back a month. I finished it finally last night.

It’s relieved some sores I have to say. Pema Chodron’s, The Places That Scare You.

It definitely spread my mind. Brought on new thoughts. Grew me some compassion and how to reach it out. It also ambled me into the middle ground. The place of groundlessness.

A weight lifts now when I say to myself, “Keep opening your heart.”  

Yes, keep thy heart open. 
I then remind myself to live for the moment. The future is ahead. No use predicting. Just be open.

There’s the moon and the sun. 
The stars and the sea.

Like the peaks and the valleys.

Take your pick.

Inside Out

Snakes do it. Humans do too. Not quite as drastically. Shedding skin that is.  

I got on this train of thought in contemplating inhibitions. Preconceived notions. Fear of what other people may think. That kind of thing.

As a teenager worried about my wardrobe my mother used to chime up with “What makes you think you’re so important everyone is going to look at you?”

Who trained our minds to worry about such nonsense in the first place?

We did of course.

But why?

In Uganda when you ask a child to dance there’s this natural rhythm that comes out. Expressions in their eyes even. No holding back. 
Ask an individual from our world, a perhaps more developed civilization and chances are they aren’t going to dance like no one is watching.

What’s up with that? Why do we instill a stigma of what other people may or may not think that perhaps stops us from being who we truly are?

To be who we are, we can’t be afraid to turn ourselves inside out.

2010 Transformed

The Universe talks. I look back and smile. We humans continue to evolve. With age brings wisdom. In time change. Tomorrow will always be different to today. Once what was, may never be - ever again.

I started 2010 off right. I gained the opportunity to help with Right To Play during the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics. I saw, I learn - I was inspired.

Not long after I lit up. A guest post for MISS604 with Mission Emp-ossible. She’s a ladder of knowledge amidst the fray of the Social Media revolution. What a gift.

Never much to travel the same path twice, I take up an ambitious challenge to my psyche. The Challenge Course for BC Bike Race 2010. Truthfully more then a physical dare. A consumption of my senses. Can I maintain the three-hour training rides before work (varnishing old wooden boats) by getting up at 4:15 a.m.?

My son travels to Quebec and wins another Canada Cup downhill mountain bike race. Later relieving himself of the race pace. I acknowledge the bliss by observing him master rugby. Not quite as extreme.

At some point I confront the notion of time. It moves quickly. Never enough of it. Priorities set in. The kayak is sold.

I’m going to Uganda. It’d decided in May. Six weeks in the plan. Fear sets in. Multiple shots soon required.

Volunteerism runs amuck. With the NS Freeride Bike Park FUNdraiser. A James Bond event. Glowing with gambling amid food and delight – at an airport hanger venue no less.

At some point I create my first vision board. “If you could do anything what would you do?” runs the headline.

Number one son graduates. Same school as I. Twenty-eight years later.

Again I ponder the future.  A blog begins. Raincoaster hosts the first of many Skype broadcasts. I absorb. Like a sponge I squeeze it out into words.

Sometime during I develop a new addiction. Riding in a pack. I become a cardio junky. I savour sweet moments with my new found training partner C.C. AKA missy iron legs.

More inspiration sets in. My soul sister and I attend a workshop at Hollyhock on Cortes Island with best selling author, SARK.

Here I declare worthiness. Open-ness to receiving.   

Uganda Wishes erupts.

Soon after I visit the Museum of Flight in Seattle with dear Uncle Len. Historical planes. Preserved in their time.

Then I depart for more change. It’s Uganda. Africa. A chance to look outside myself. Away from the norm.

The weeks pass. Calamity provides. Love ensues. Emotions are tangled. There’s a gap between time. What is. What was.

Back to red lights, buzz of today, text messaging in tribes and recycled garbage.

I divulge 2010 was Facebooked, Tweeted and such. The learning’s were real, the takeaways were more.

Like Kelly said after returning home from Africa, “It’s not about what we can do for them, it’s what they can do for us.”

Humbly I confess, things look differently now.

Goals may change but life hangs on.

People and Purpose is talked.

I admit in the year 2010 I was rushed, addicted, squeezed, stretched, strayed, inspired and later loved but most importantly - I was transformed.

Here’s hoping for peace, love, stability with good health and meaning for all.

Happy 2011 everyone.

Sincerely,

Jane Victoria King

Vision Board - People, Purpose & Power!

I would print two copies of the picture with their purpose on the spot then juxtapose the photographs in some streetscape skyline where passerby’s can view. A copy would also go as a keep sake to the person. At night, the images and words would be broadcast onto the side of a building...

People, Purpose and Power! - See POST

Inherited Values

A discussion tonight amongst my mother’s neighbour brought up the subject of what we inherit. How so much of what we have we have inherited. Take recipes for example. Like Christmas cake.

This got me thinking. More so since my recent experience in Uganda - about inherited values.

Faith brings many. Time tells a lot. Parents bring forth some. 

Are new values being spoken? Will the children of the future have less or more then we do now?

Will their values mean what ours do now?
When my brain swells up around the word values I think truth, honesty, integrity – suppose they all mean the same thing.

Shouldn’t that be the basis of all values?

The inherited values…

People, Purpose & Power!

Stemming out of Uganda Wishes, I am now focusing my thoughts on a new project called People, Purpose and Power!

The idea is to photograph people, then on the flip side tell their story – their purpose, hope, wish for the world. 
In Uganda especially I found so many people wanted their picture taken. Likely, they may never have an opportunity to get a copy of a picture of themselves.

This fellow asked me to take his picture.

I would print two copies of the picture with their purpose on the spot then juxtapose the photographs in some streetscape skyline where passerby’s can view. A copy would also go as a keep sake to the person. At night the images and words would be broadcast onto the side of a building...

A guard (without his gun) wanted his picture taken.

I view it as an art expose with a purpose of taking up a conscious shift of awareness into the future of the world.

What do YOU think?

Uganda Wishes - Gratitude

With thanks to the following individuals for believing in and supporting the project Uganda Wishes:

Alice King, SARK -best selling author & artist, Sherry Bezanson, Authentic Sue, Succulent Leslie, Daring Dawn, Gifted Marilyn, Lilian Hudson, Carolyne Taylor, Tara and Tim Coulter, Vancouver Island Maritime Academy, Jo Mrozewski, Dr. Jim Sparling, Diane Maxted, Fiona Percy, Remarkable Molly, Kyle Marshall and Friends of Mengo Hospital (Canada).

Two is You

“Feel your heart. Let your heart feel mine.”

It went something like that.

I replied with, “Fear.”

He understood.

I had met a beautiful soul.

We’d boda-boda’d. Eaten dinner. Now we were dancing. I was the only mzungu in the place. Three dance floors. Less space as the night went on. Ratio of men to women – ten to one.

We got a crowd. The mzungu shaking it up with the six foot fiver Lugandan man.
There was Ugandan reggae, rap and pop. Some electro.

It was so much fun.

The guard with the gun at the entrance said we could dance till 6 a.m. I was delighted.

Besides a couple water breaks and one game of billiards, we lasted until 2 a.m.

My African man is Muslim. If wealth exists, so he tells me – he can have four wives. I ask him how many so far? He says two.

“One in Uganda and two is you.”

I laugh and squeeze my wrap around his waste.

A pal before I departed Canada predicted I would meet my future husband in Uganda. This rested in the back of my mind.

It’s been almost a week since I left. I mull over what I did do on my African voyage. My six weeks in Uganda. Uganda Wishes.

Many have asked will I return?

At first I thought no. But now my heart sings yes. There’s the northeast to explore. More documentation post election of people and their wishes. Mt. Elgon to climb.

And of course I stray back to my soul, with the African heart and smile to think.
Two is you.

Uganda Wishes – A Conscious Shift

Didn’t take long for me to miss Uganda. Even the chaos. The dysfunction. But mostly – the people.

In discussing the spirit of the people tonight, I uncovered a profound tidbit of consequence. I’m at a Christmas party. Amongst mostly strangers. As I reeled off my opinionated conclusions (see yesterday's post) for Uganda and Africa’s future (Africa is the only one that can help Africa) - I again stumbled upon the question. How can things change from the historical place they have come from?
My question was given an answer with some hope.

The collective conscious can make the change.

That’s what I heard. If the people can come together – many spoke of unity – then a shift is possible.

Peter Tongue is a spiritual grounder. He’s enlightened many. He provided me with this insight.

But how I asked myself as I left the party. How can that happen? What will that look like?

I suppose by people talking about it. By a circle being formed with minds carrying the same wave length. Through prayers for peace. Through innovative conscious awareness that things don’t have to be the same. They can be made better.

The old saying goes – where there is a will, there is a way.

A conscious shift.

That’s the way.

Uganda Wishes - Concludes

It wasn’t my intention when I left Canada to criticize Africa – or Uganda for that matter. Rather to document the hope. Presume the innocent are innocent. Even though I was exploited by veteran visitors not to trust anyone. It turns out, what most said is somewhat true.

Why though? Why is there so much distrust, theft, poverty and corruption in Uganda? In Africa? Aid pours in everyday. Foreigners set up orphanages. NGO’s.

It’s rumoured that profits sit in administrator's back pockets. Lugandans fear help. For each other. Why? Why no trust?

In six weeks I learned how to survive in Uganda. To manage myself. To buy bottled water. To eat cooked foods. To keep my cameras hidden and my money belt inside my skirt at my crotch. To avoid driving into downtown Kampala during rush hour. Full stop.

In the first week I was counting the days. By the second I’d declared utter dysfunction. I was even heard to say, “Africa is fucked.”

But by the third week I’d grown acceptance. In the fourth I was a blended Mzungu. During the fifth and sixth weeks I started to learn the speak and fell in love with a beautiful soul. An African man. A muslim. From Uganda.

Leaving was sad. Very sad. I’d come to know it as home. The early morning sunrises - a cornucopia of colours, lights and sounds. To run before the heat. Before the traffic. To awake with the birds in high treble. The monotones of the garish storks. Always a rooster. Even in the dusk of the still night’s air. Live or canned. Always the sound of music.

Come a Sunday the gospel sway. Everyday early morning prayers. Goats. A cow. Traffic. Non-stop horns honking.

Savvy street smarts when crossing – at anytime. Who to buy fruit from. When to ask what it costs. Clarifying Mzungu or Lugandan prices?

Yes, leaving Uganda has been difficult. Africa is in my heart. But I’ve learned. I’ve spoken to many. Doctors, nurses, teachers, tourism professionals, HIV/AIDS patients, children, teenagers, IT professionals - even housemaids. What keeps these people going in the face of such adversity?

Faith. Their faith. Their belief that God will fight the battle for them.

And hope. There is hope. Their hope lies in stability. Renewed leadership of trust. An end to corruption. Education for all. Skills training. Peace. Peace for stability. Peace for economic development.

But will it happen soon?

At the grassroots level t-shirts wear the words, Peace and stability, or Do you know your child’s HIV status? and Discipline, stamina, knowledge, sills for social and economic transformation…

As I sit aboard a 747 I contemplate again. What can I do? What can the world do?

Unity. Sharing of knowledge. Resources. Spoken from many when I asked for their wish for the world.

How?

A man from the Netherlands sits next to me. He’s an irrigation consultant who has been working in Kenya. He tells me of Transparency International. A public poll of corruption. ID’ing the sources. What’s affected you, by who and how? In Kenya the media is low, the police are high.

Transparency. Will that work to erase corruption? To identify the sources and oust them from power? What if the power is too strong? Like in politics.

I know my wish for Uganda. That people develop trust in one another. To share the wealth. The rich help the poor. The poor know more. Most importantly, for everyone to have an opportunity to learn to read and write. For everyone to have fair access to health care. For the future with a HIV free generation.

Meanwhile, I head back to the comforts of Canada. To a television set. Reliable Internet access. A mobile phone network that can manage the volume. A toilet that flushes. A shower that works. The availability of water – at all times. Power that rarely turns off. The ability to walk into a grocery store and not leave your backpack at the front door. To go to bank machine without a guard with a gun. To walk into a restaurant and not have your bag checked or your body swept with a metal detector. To accept the change as being right when you’ve paid for goods. To not have to lock your bedroom door, your front door and your backdoor during the day when you’re home. To look out the window and there be no metal grates protecting the glass. To walk home and into your front door without a No hawkers allowed sign displayed. To forget about your laundry being hung up overnight on the clothes line and not have to fear it being stolen in the night.

Yes, Uganda is full of mistrust. From the top down. A case of survival? True. But Uganda is also full of beauty.

A lush rich fertile land with sunshine, warm air, night rains, wildlife in their natural habitat and women who everyday look their best. It’s also full of hope. People with dreams and strength to make things better. To improve the lives for everyone.

Peace will come.

It will take time.

Africa will fix Africa.

Uganda Wishes – Border Towns

Please note: this post was originally written December 7.

At the Congo/Uganda border

The winds arrive then the rain leaves. The start of the dry season. So it has been heard. The winds warped the tent most of the night. I lay awake a good long while listening.

The men are hustling this morning to get the roof trusses up and beat the mid-day sun. Eight of them carry the trusses. The morning goes by. Rollers brush on a primer paint for the facing boards.

Congo/Uganda border market

I look out for Wilson who promised to take me to the Congo border market. Both Colleen and I hop on a boda-boda together. In the Congo trucks are loaded four stories high. Women cater to their heads carrying food and fuel. There’s a line-up for the fuel. Plastic water bottles fill to the brim with gasoline. Wilson says for lights. The roads amongst this town look like something out of a Western movie. A truck drives through and sinks deep. Pop bottles rattle in the back as the driver tries to meander out.

We stop for a soda after visiting the Congo market material row. A brilliant show of colourful material ready to be sewn into a lavish dress. Rows of food, salt even and flour. The sight is unseen before my eyes.

Salt for sale...

I don’t last long with the hustle and soon spin back. At PODA’s camp in Bwera I get asked again, “Is there religion in Canada?"

Do these people know their destiny I think to myself? Probably not. Who does? But for many, to carry on – it’s their faith that keeps them going.

I sit with Moses, a teacher. I pose the Uganda Wishes question on him. What is your wish for Uganda today?

“I hope it to be ok,” he says. “Bit of a problem in Uganda. Leadership not good for someone to stay too long. Need to bring stability,” he explains. “We need change. Lacking jobs because we are lacking skills. Education is not up to date. We are lacking skilled labour. Why people are blaming the government. Very few people can build. Few schools even for mechanics. Because of money, people drop out. Vocational school wasted they become thieves and thugs,” he explains.

I ask him for his wish for the world.

“Peace. At least when you have peace in the world, you can have harmony.”

The trusses are up!

The day wraps up. We all decide since it’s both Cam and I’s last night in Bwera that we head out for a drink.

It’s the only building in Bwera that I’ve seen at night with some funky flashing blue and red lights. We stroll through the entrance into a courtyard at the back where we unload rows of plastic chairs. I immediately think dance floor. But there’s no music.

We talk amongst ourselves while we hear the shrieks and screams of children begging at the metal walled doorways. Quietly we ignore their pleas.

Again I imagine what my life would be like if I hadn’t had this opportunity to visit Africa. Tomorrow I head back to Kampala and soon back home to Canada.

I am grateful. Truly I feel rich.

Sunset in Bwera

Uganda Wishes – Bwera Wrapping Up

A view to the Congo.

To think yesterday the whole village ate the cow. (Post originally written Dec. 6).

The clean-up is underway after yesterday’s African wedding celebration for Peter and Natalie. I sit amongst some locals posing for their cameras. Joy is in the air.

I speak to some of the young men. Two want to become doctors, one a lawyer. I listen with hope. They also claim they want access to music. The young villagers are using sticks to play the cultural dancers rhythm box. Slabs of wood. Numbered for tonal definition.

The music box!

It’s time to sit down with Nelson. I watch as men untie the wood framing of the pavilion. We plant ourselves amongst the tear down. Where everything took place yesterday.

He shares with me his wish for Uganda today.

“My wish is improving the livelihood of the people, so the people get land and can match their environment,” he explains.

“For the whole world, I wish for stability. Peace and joy. Where there is peace, there is development. Where there is joy, the development comes in.”

My mind circles around the word infrastructure. Needed first. Accessible water, sanitation (at the camp we have a cement hole the size of matoki in our outhouse). Roads without potholes. A power supply.

Later Nelson takes me for a walk. To the river bordering the Congo and past where some collect water. Also a watering hole for the local waragi – distilled banana hooch.

Coffee trees.

Along the way we pass crops of g-nuts, coffee, vanilla beans, rice, maize, beans, banana trees, palm oil trees, yams, tea, a plant which Nelson claims only two leaves boiled to a bitter two cups of tea cures malaria. Also a tobacco plant. I’m delighted to witness the lush and richness of the land. Scattered mud huts abound. Intertwined soil paths lead the way. We follow a guide.

Vanilla beans.

Women carry water up a steep hill.

Another view to the Congo.

Children entertain themselves in the river floating downstream with Jerry cans. Some splash in from up high.

The river running through the Congo border.

Upon our return trip I discuss with Nelson the fear of disclosure and HIV/AIDS. He explains AIDS is like any other disease. Cancer is in some cases a curable disease. We mope on the stigma around it. He tells me there are songs and drama made for awareness. To shed the right light.

In camp again I sit around idly chatting to more locals. I hear how the cash crops in the area include both coffee and cotton. Cotton sold to the textile industry in nearby Jinja.

The tents frolic about in the wind. I start to think about going back home to Canada. What I will do and how things will be different. Have I changed?

Africa has lots of work to do. To become a country for competition. For advancement. To fill the people’s lives with hope. I imagine positive results for Uganda with the election. An end to corruption. That peace and joy prevail and the hope for the nation will be one filled with freedom. Freedom from HIV. Freedom from corruption. Freedom from the sorrow and poverty.

But if the riches come, will the corruption increase?

The generator blares and the winds continue to stir up dust. I wonder what those back home really know about Africa.

Eventually you find your comfort level in Africa. Then it’s time to leave. You get used to young men walking down the street holding hands. Even younger women wearing children close to their backs. Goats tethered on the sides of the road. Women carrying the weight of water or wood on their heads. Bicycles with barefoot pedalers. Pineapples hanging from rat traps. Men with guns.

What does Africa mean to me? It will take time once I arrive home to answer that. Tomorrow concludes my time in Bwera.

Soon also, my time in Africa.