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Life as a slumdog and education in Uganda

July 11, 2009

Highlights of my life right now:

1. I am sipping the first glorious iced coffee that I have had in about a month right now. That being said, it cost me more than an iced coffee in the States costs, but hey, one a month is not that bad.

2. WE HAVE ELECTRICITY! Finally we have wired up two classrooms at Kampala Primary School, which means that as soon as we figure out the power strip situation, we can start working with the kids and the XOs, which is what we’ve all really been waiting for this whole summer!

3. We have finished teacher training! It’s been really great, seeing the teachers evolve from being scared to use the XOs to really being empowered and curious and excited. We were doing a project the other day with them using geometry and angles and how to draw shapes on one of the programs, and it was so great to watch as someone would say they wanted to make some random shape, and they would work in twos or threes to figure out all the angles and lengths of sides and then translate that into making the computer program draw what they wanted. It was incredible to see the change, and most of all the sense of discovery and enjoyment of learning and the energy that was in the room.

I will spend the rest of this post dedicated to two things: first, describing where we’re living and a typical day, because people keep asking me about that, and second talking about a really intriguing conversation I had this morning at the school. Aplogies for the length of this – I normally try and keep my posts shorter, but I’m on unlimited internet now, so I dont have to filter 🙂
I realized that I have never really articulated well where we are living, other than saying it’s in the slums. The particular location we are staying in is interesting because it’s not a huge, vast slum that covers many square miles, as you often think of slums as. But it’s sort of a small area, maybe in Boston the equivalent to the size of MIT’s campus, give or take a bit. The distinction that sets this area apart from the surrounding area is a) no more paved roads, and b) the beginning of mounds of trash. All of the roads around where we stay are dirt roads combined with layer upon layer of plastic shopping bags, discarded shoes and clothes, and whatever else people decided to throw away for the past year or so. It’s also all very hilly, and add to that basically craters in the road, and you can start to see what it’s like. And by craters I really do mean bumps and ups and downs in the road that are maybe a foot and a half to two feet high a lot of the time. I think basically every morning I get to watch a car try and actually make it up the hill into our neighborhood, get stuck, and then hear the horrible scraping sound as the bottom of the car barely clears some bump or another. Every once and awhile where you walk around you’ll find a trash field, which is about 50 square meters just covered in trash, occasionally with a dirt path up the middle. That’s the other thing about Uganda generally, and where we’re staying specifcaly. The redddish brown dust is absolutely EVERYWHERE! I can’t walk around without getting a nice coating of dust on the bottom half of your legs that probably won’t come off without a good 20 minutes of scrubbing. I’ve just kind of abandoned that battle.

Anyway, back to my tale of our dwelling area. Usually in the mornings, I get up, and always on our way out we walk past a nursery school, so I have about ten adorable little kids saying “Bye Mzungu!” to me as I head out of the neighborhood with the occasional latch-on. There’s also a gang of guys who also yell to us mzungus as we’re leaving the school, who I tend to ignore. Then there is the dogde-ems as you try and walk along our roads where there are also cars and boda-bodas (motorcycle taxis) trying to make it up this road and avoid all of the hills. Once you do that hopefully without stepping in one of the wet mud-trash puddles on the way down, you get to a main road that is paved, still dusty and usually with a tinge of sewer smell, but nonetheless a road. For the day-time hours, we are usually up near the school, either working with teachers, eating at Bismillah, a little restaurant right next to our school, or learning Arabic. The evenings are usually some variation on eating at Blue Moon Cafe (beans, rice, and matooke for only 1500 /= or about 75 cents!) or getting a rolex or chapattis from our regular guy Julius, and then maybe some internet time. After that we tend to retire for the night so there isn’t any gate climbing adventures in the middle of the night, but every so often that has to happen. And that’s a typical day here!


This morning, while hanging out at the school, I was sitting in the P6/7 remedial session for school (the kids who aren’t doing well come into school from 8am-1pm on Saturdays, and the teachers review things) with one teacher named Robinah, who teaches social studies for those two grades. Robinah is a really interesting person; she is such a fierce woman, she isn’t afraid to try new things and was one of the first teachers to really get into the XO, spend a lot of time with it at home and to really be determined to conquer it. When you work with her, she is constantly looking for a challenge and new things to learn, and it is very obvious she is an intelligent woman with a great mind. She’s just got such a kick to her, and I love it! But yesterday and today I got to see another side of her, and how observant and caring she really is – she saw that I was wearing a certain kind of African necklace and told me that next time she was going to go to the market she would get me one, and when I was sitting with her today she got me tea and a donut, which she must have picked up in the past week or so that those were my favorites from the nearby restaurant. It’s just been great getting to see her work, and how she acts almost as a surrogate mother to all of her students, and making sure not only that they work their hardest and understand why their schooling is so important, but also making sure they take care of their well-being too.

Anyway, as we were talking this morning, I was speaking with Robinah about the adult education classes that she does at night. And she was telling me about her different students, about how some of them barely speak English when they start the classes, and how they are slowly learning not only to speak English but also to read for the first time. She even told me about one man who did all of the schooling from primary to university as an adult, which inspired his wife to try and do the same. I asked her really why education was such a problem, why so many people didn’t get schooling, and while her answers weren’t entirely surprising, still made me think. She was telling me the story of a woman who’s family didnt have much money, and how since they were coming from a fairly conservative Muslim family her father told her she couldn’t go to school because they had to pay for her brother’s schooling, and many other things. Another comment she made that I found interesting was about many men here who leave their wives and kids in the morning to go to work with almost no money, and then instead of going to work go borrow money from people for food during the day or gambling or whatever, and then come back to their families with even less money and no food for them either. It was interesting that she said that that was what she respected about Western countries – that people there are always busy, always working and making things happen, which echoed what the Mayor of the district of Kampala said when we met with him, “In America, you live on your toes, onthe balls of your feet ready to run, and here they are on their whole feet dragging.”

What we were talking about really highlighted how amazing free public education is in the US for everyone, because you rarely have people dropping out for monetary reasons, and if they do it’s in high school. Here there are a significant number of people who dont even get to start primary school beccause of money issues, and also because education isn’t seen as as valuable like it is in the US. Which got me to thinking more, how much does a government that is not corrupt, that can really get things moving espite the poverty in that country, how much can that do? Is having a motivated and active government the key to development? Can development be successful if you have a government that is dragging its feet like it is here? I think we’ll have to look to Rwanda to see ifthat is the case, but still – it’s an interesting and also frightening thing to think about – is external aid futile if the government isn’t doing anything to move the country forward too?


Whooooaaaa, we’re halfway there…

May 22, 2009

Another year has somehow already gone by, which puts me at halfway through MIT.  And while I can’t believe that’s true, I thought about high school yesterday, and realized that it felt like eternities ago, not just two years.  This year especially has been a long one, and has tested my personal limits in about every way possible.  But because of that, I’ve grown as well.  Freshman year was for me a year of freedom, of doing as I pleased when I pleased without a care in the world, of late nights with friends, and of new beginnings, as anyone’s freshman year should  be.  This year, in a lot of ways, was a complete 180 from that.  Yes, I still had my crazy nights and care-free days, but I also traveled, began to see the world, to carve a path for myself and figure out what that path should be.  I think that for some reason this year also taught me a lot about myself, and has made me appreciate all of the experiences I’ve had in the past.  While sometimes it’s hard to reminisce about the places I’ve loved and the people I’ve appreciated that I will never really be able to experience again, it’s comforting in some strange way to at least still see a part of those people and places in me in some way.  Hopefully next year will be a happy medium between the last two; I don’t know that either was my ideal, but somewhere in between the two would be fantastic.

A selection of memories…

  • Peru: delicious chicha morada, living at Westfalia Orphanage and teaching the kids there, seeing Machu Picchu, one of the most mindblowing places I have ever been, visiting Amparaes in the Andes and experiencing the most true hospitality and generosity I have in my life, understanding and seeing international development, and the usefulness of simple technologyIMG_3813
  • Panama: making great friends + the formation of DD11 🙂 , experiencing an area of change and development, mojitos, seeing what urban planning does and can do for an area, Casco’s beauty and complexitiesPanama! 162
  • Gymnastics: beaver tryouts, being so close to Nationals, testing both my pain tolerance and patience, finally understanding just how much the sport and team really mean to meDSC_0031
  • Learning what Theta really means to me, why I’m here, and having the amazing experience of living with and around amazing people all of the time who will always be there to go crazy with me or sit with me for a life talkIMG_2883
  • Essentially having 3+ roommates for the second half of the year 🙂5.9.09 048

And alas, in two weeks I am off to Rwanda and Uganda for the summer!  Check out our team’s blog at: