Tuesday after lunch, I left Sabina. It was really difficult to say goodbye to these amazing kids, knowing that I may never see most of them again. Daniel picked me up and we hit the road. We arrived at Emanuals house in Kampala where I would spend the night around 8. During our journey I once again had a great time with Daniel. We discussed the Bible and stories in it. He admitted to me that he can't believe all the food to feed every animal and Noah's family for 40 days could fit on that arc. This conversation came up when we were debating whether or not men are superior to women. Everyone here is religious so he brought up how it says in the Bible that Adam was lonely so God tore off one of Adam's limbs and created a women for him. Daniel won't believe that Jesus could walk on water, but he choses to accept that load of crap. Women created for men, yeah right! When Daniel and I have these conversations we're not fighting. Its mostly opinionated and half joking. While he was driving I got a video of him talking about his wife. He was telling me about how he was going to marry another women, but chose the one he is with instead. Now he regrets it because "she is stubborn" and "she visits her parents too often". He wishes he chose the other because she washes clothes and irons them better. HAHA! I have the video if anyone wants to see it.
As the journey came to an end we said our goodbyes. At 6 45 the next morning we were off to the airport. Only about 1/4 a mile from pulling into the airport, the traffic was HEAVY. Apperintly the president of Egypt is coming into Uganda and every single car passing by had to be checked, including the people inside and their belongings. An hour and a half later we had gotten threw the outside security. We were told the flight would be delayed do to the unexpected security so we weren't too scared. I run upstairs this tiny little airport just when the jack ass plane man told me check in ended 10 minutes ago. Usually all Ugandans are so nice, but this one wasn't. I begged him and begged him to let me pass, but he refused. They told me there are no more tickets available until the next monday. Half the plane wasn't onboard, the flight was delayed and still on the ground, and they wouldn't let us on! We tried everything, but failed.
Good news though, I got the second to last seat on a plane on Friday. They only take off every other day so that was pure luck. They were going to have us pay for a whole other ticket, but my mother talked to the people at the airport and told them about the Children Of Uganda thing and they pulled some strings to make it only $200.
I was brought to what used to be an orphanage about a half hour away from the airport. There I wouldn't have to pay for the next two nights. There is a nice little old lady that lives there named Maria. I am sharing a room with a 19 year old who is on her way to the University soon. There are a few other people who are soon off to college, but whenever I'm around them they either make jokes in Luganda or just don't socialize at all. Then there is a section of the place gated off with severly mentally and physically disabled people. Apperintly they have been there since they were orphaned children, but now they are a lot older. None of them can talk and there are two ladies that take care of them. So, its me and Auntie Maria. Auntie Maria grows all the food she eats in her garden. Pumpkin, passion fruit, Popo, Casava, carrots, sweet potatoes, spinich, and other things that I don't know of. There are also chickens that walk around everywhere, a cat, and two dogs. Maria gathers her own eggs, her own veggies and fruits, and rarely buys any food. We either walk around the village or play scrabble. She is a scrabble master. Its a bit dull here and I would much rather be home with all of you, but its still another experience.
Tomorrow I am leaving 4 hours before my flight! It is not going to happen again. I will be in on saturday, but Sunday I am off to camp. Whoever wants to come over can whenever they wish, but I will be packing.
Some culture of Uganda:
Jebale: This means well done and people here say it all the time to eachother even if they are only sitting around twiddling their thumbs.
Wanjee!!: When someone calls your name that is how you respond. Its so funny though they way that it is said. It is high pitch and the jee part is even higher. At Sabina around 5 in the morning I can hear threw my window "wanjee!!"
"You are smart!": If someone here thinks you look good or your clothes or hair looks good they tell you this.
It is inpolite to eat while standing, talking, or walking. Yet there is no problem with eating everything on your plate with your hands.
If you enter someones house you eat or drink something that is offored to you.
If someone offers you any food or drink, you at least take a little or the person will feel bad.
Every price is nagotiable. In shops they tell you a much higher price then it really is because they expect to bargain. There is a price they give you to start at, and try to keep it as close as possible. Then there is their final price which they don't let you know of, but if you don't at least go up as far as the final price there is no deal.
AIDS. In all the schools I've been to there are signs that say things like "say no to sex" "stay a virgin" "AIDS kills". "Be clean". I find this a little on the rough side because each school has at least a few kids that are HIV infected. The staff claims they have been sensitized to these signs and are not teased, but walking by a sign telling you what will be your death every day must be difficult.
Travel: If you take a small bus that should seat about 12, they pack in around 22. If you take a small car, there are at least 10 people in there before the car starts moving. There are many motorcycles that drive people around which are called bodah bodahs. These can seat up to 4. All of this tight fitting travel is because of gas. They are pour here, and gas is sooo expensive.
Thats it for now, but there will be more to come when I get home. Amanda you have to come to my house RIGHT after work on saturday and Sara, I will see you at breakfast bright and early.
LOVE YOU ALL!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Leaving on a jet plane
Hello everyone. In two days I am on my flight back to the states. I don't know whether I am overjoyed, or heartbroken about this. It seems like I am just getting settled and relationships are just starting to bloom and already I am taking off. On the other hand I miss everyone at home, but after I see everyones faces again I will want to come back and see the ones I will miss over here. I guess it is more difficult to say goodbye to them then it was to you guys because there is a huge possibility I may never see a lot of these kids ever again. There are certain children that I have grown extra fond of during my stay. I know you don't know them, but I would still like to mention them just to let it out.
Meg: She has been a good friend of mine this entire time. She may be three years younger then me, but we get along great. Meg is funny, trustworthy, and so helpful. She has taught me how to wash clothes, to cut fruit, and to make a nice bed. Whenever she comes into my room she insists on cleaning and mopping.
Joseph: Joseph is the nicest boy I have ever met, and thats not an exaggeration. He takes care of the chickens at Sabina and loves to bring me to the coop to play with the baby chicks. He made me this beautiful purse out of yarn about a week ago and it is beautiful. Joseph doesn't have a mean bone in his body. I will miss his smile.
Viola: She may be a bit rough around the edges, but we have a lot of fun together. Viola is 10 years old and is the only girl here willing to play football with me and the boys.
Isa: Isa is about 7 and is the best dancer! He has these dreamy eyes and when he dances he doesn't smile, he just seems really into the rhythm and lost in the music. He is soooo cute and although we can't understand each other, we have managed to be good friends.
Derick: Derick is Isa's best friend. He is soft spoken and doesn't know English, but his smile makes me happy. Derick is not so good with language, but he is such a great artist.
Shakira: She doesn't know anything I say because she is still very young, but every time I speak she laughs as though I just told the best joke ever.
Micho and Raheeda: Two best friends. They are too young for school so all day long they skip around Sabina laughing and chasing each other. They don't seem to understand that I don't know Luganda so they are always talking to me and I just end up nodding and laughing when they laugh. When I speak English, Raheeda repeats everything I say. Micho has had malaria the last week, but is feeling much better.
Kaleem: Kaleem is so funny! I think hes about 10 or 11. He has these eyes that droop and hes always smiling. He loves the games I teach and is so great full for anything he gets. I taught him to say "you chillin?" and to brush the dirt off his shoulder. He is a really good dancer as well.
Ronah: The cooks (Aunt Agnes') 1 and a half year old daughter. She is so smart and so adorable! She has this high pitch voice and tries to repeat things you say. The last few days Ronah has been in the clinique (not a healthy place to be) with a bad case of malaria. We were about to take her to the hospital but then she started improving. Last night she came home and everyone is so relieved and happy about that. Today she is back to her old self.
Patience: Patience is the 1 year old daughter of Auntie Stella. The two babies crawl around all day, eat, and look cute. Patience is always content with a piece of cake in her hand.
Sharon: Sharon doesn't go to Sabina, she is in what is the equivalent of high school in Uganda and she is my age. I visited her school a few times and each time I went, we spent a few hours together goofing off and exchanging information about our cultures. I said goodbye to her yesterday and felt like crying.
There are so many others that I can tell you about when I get back, but for now let me tell you about these last few days.
I played football (soccer) the day before yesterday with the boys and scored two goals! It was quite the accomplishment. We then played Simon says, Pineapple banana orange, and freeze tag. Freeze tag had just begun when a boy started vomiting all over the grass. The children acted as if this was the norm and weren't freaked out at all. I however was. I took him down to where they nurse should have been while the kids continued to play. The nurse is away for 5 days and all aunt Stella said to him was go get water and bathe yourself. This boy is no older then 8 and I remember if I got sick at that age my mom would make me tea and a hot back, read me a story, and run her fingernails up and down my back. As time went on more and more children came down with malaria. Even Kawala! She rubs her throat and says "I'm a sicky". The nurse still hasn't returned, but these children are so tough.
During my stay I have learned about what hard workers Ugandans are. They do everything with no electricity. In the morning they wake up and do house work for a good 4 hours. Throughout the day they continue working, and yet are still happy to help you with anything you need.
The other night I visited Ronah at the clinique which is about a 10 minute walk away. This place was nothing but a small room with one bed, a few chairs, and too many sick people. Ronah sat on the bed crying "amazi. Amazi!" which is water. She was not smiling and looked so tired. We were scared for her, but she turned out alright and we are so thankful for that.
Yesterday I went to the farm school where Sharon and Athenins go. We spent the afternoon together and I had such a great time meeting all these great people. By the time I left I had recieved a few presents, and about 8 letters. Its so great to meet people here because they are so huge on staying in touch and meeting new people. The letters will be hung on my bedroom walls so you are welcome to check them out when I get back.
I have learned how to cut all kinds of fruit while I've been here. Everyday I have been making a fruit salad and they are soooo so so so good. Fruit is one of the things I will miss most about Uganda.
This could be my last post so I want to thank everyone for keeping up with me. Thank you Jasmine for checking in even though you are on vaca with your cutesie Drew. Thanks sisters. And Natalie, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! I saw your City Of Angels review and it was the best out of all of them! What did I tell you.
xoxo
~Madeline~
Meg: She has been a good friend of mine this entire time. She may be three years younger then me, but we get along great. Meg is funny, trustworthy, and so helpful. She has taught me how to wash clothes, to cut fruit, and to make a nice bed. Whenever she comes into my room she insists on cleaning and mopping.
Joseph: Joseph is the nicest boy I have ever met, and thats not an exaggeration. He takes care of the chickens at Sabina and loves to bring me to the coop to play with the baby chicks. He made me this beautiful purse out of yarn about a week ago and it is beautiful. Joseph doesn't have a mean bone in his body. I will miss his smile.
Viola: She may be a bit rough around the edges, but we have a lot of fun together. Viola is 10 years old and is the only girl here willing to play football with me and the boys.
Isa: Isa is about 7 and is the best dancer! He has these dreamy eyes and when he dances he doesn't smile, he just seems really into the rhythm and lost in the music. He is soooo cute and although we can't understand each other, we have managed to be good friends.
Derick: Derick is Isa's best friend. He is soft spoken and doesn't know English, but his smile makes me happy. Derick is not so good with language, but he is such a great artist.
Shakira: She doesn't know anything I say because she is still very young, but every time I speak she laughs as though I just told the best joke ever.
Micho and Raheeda: Two best friends. They are too young for school so all day long they skip around Sabina laughing and chasing each other. They don't seem to understand that I don't know Luganda so they are always talking to me and I just end up nodding and laughing when they laugh. When I speak English, Raheeda repeats everything I say. Micho has had malaria the last week, but is feeling much better.
Kaleem: Kaleem is so funny! I think hes about 10 or 11. He has these eyes that droop and hes always smiling. He loves the games I teach and is so great full for anything he gets. I taught him to say "you chillin?" and to brush the dirt off his shoulder. He is a really good dancer as well.
Ronah: The cooks (Aunt Agnes') 1 and a half year old daughter. She is so smart and so adorable! She has this high pitch voice and tries to repeat things you say. The last few days Ronah has been in the clinique (not a healthy place to be) with a bad case of malaria. We were about to take her to the hospital but then she started improving. Last night she came home and everyone is so relieved and happy about that. Today she is back to her old self.
Patience: Patience is the 1 year old daughter of Auntie Stella. The two babies crawl around all day, eat, and look cute. Patience is always content with a piece of cake in her hand.
Sharon: Sharon doesn't go to Sabina, she is in what is the equivalent of high school in Uganda and she is my age. I visited her school a few times and each time I went, we spent a few hours together goofing off and exchanging information about our cultures. I said goodbye to her yesterday and felt like crying.
There are so many others that I can tell you about when I get back, but for now let me tell you about these last few days.
I played football (soccer) the day before yesterday with the boys and scored two goals! It was quite the accomplishment. We then played Simon says, Pineapple banana orange, and freeze tag. Freeze tag had just begun when a boy started vomiting all over the grass. The children acted as if this was the norm and weren't freaked out at all. I however was. I took him down to where they nurse should have been while the kids continued to play. The nurse is away for 5 days and all aunt Stella said to him was go get water and bathe yourself. This boy is no older then 8 and I remember if I got sick at that age my mom would make me tea and a hot back, read me a story, and run her fingernails up and down my back. As time went on more and more children came down with malaria. Even Kawala! She rubs her throat and says "I'm a sicky". The nurse still hasn't returned, but these children are so tough.
During my stay I have learned about what hard workers Ugandans are. They do everything with no electricity. In the morning they wake up and do house work for a good 4 hours. Throughout the day they continue working, and yet are still happy to help you with anything you need.
The other night I visited Ronah at the clinique which is about a 10 minute walk away. This place was nothing but a small room with one bed, a few chairs, and too many sick people. Ronah sat on the bed crying "amazi. Amazi!" which is water. She was not smiling and looked so tired. We were scared for her, but she turned out alright and we are so thankful for that.
Yesterday I went to the farm school where Sharon and Athenins go. We spent the afternoon together and I had such a great time meeting all these great people. By the time I left I had recieved a few presents, and about 8 letters. Its so great to meet people here because they are so huge on staying in touch and meeting new people. The letters will be hung on my bedroom walls so you are welcome to check them out when I get back.
I have learned how to cut all kinds of fruit while I've been here. Everyday I have been making a fruit salad and they are soooo so so so good. Fruit is one of the things I will miss most about Uganda.
This could be my last post so I want to thank everyone for keeping up with me. Thank you Jasmine for checking in even though you are on vaca with your cutesie Drew. Thanks sisters. And Natalie, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! I saw your City Of Angels review and it was the best out of all of them! What did I tell you.
xoxo
~Madeline~
Friday, July 25, 2008
Nkwagala Nnyo
Elloh! Olyotya?
So its friday, which means I come home in 6 days. This saddens me, but I am anxious to sleep in my bed, cuddle my dog, watch TV, and take a shower that isn't out of a bucket.
Two days ago I taught a physical education class to P5, which is equivalent to 5th grade. We played a game of tag where when you are tagged you join the tagger holding hands and try to tag others together. After everyone had been tagged they were exhausted and still with 20 minutes left of class, so I slowed it down a bit. The next game was zip, zap, zop. Many of you may know this game, but I will explain it for those of you who don't. It is a game which requires a lot of concentration and focus. Picking up a message from one person and sending it to another at a fast pace. The signals must be clear with eye contact. If your message is not clear, or you are not quick enough then you are eliminated. Another way to be eliminated is by messing up the order; Zip, Zap, Zop. This may sound confusing so luckily a staff member was there to translate for me. Some of them failed quickly, but others were very good and caught on really quickly. The kids loved both of these games, which made me feel very accomplished.
Later that day we played football (soccer) with a banana leaf ball wrapped in yarn. They are soo good! I couldn't keep up. So I went to milk the cow (my favorite activity of the day). Later that night I did some math help with some of the P6 and P7 students.
Yesterday was a really good day. I slept in until 10! When I woke up I ate juicy pineapple and fresh cows milk. Some of the younger children that don't know English got out early from class and wanted an activity. So we went to the library to color. Unfortunately there was only one coloring book. I started to trace a few pictures from the book so they could color them and keep them to decorate their trunk. A few pictures turned into 20 because each child wanted one. They all spent a lot of time on their picture and were so proud. Later on I went to get my hair braided! Now I have cornrows. As soon as I walked into the store for my hair to be done, the ladies started laughing. None of them knew English so when I attempted to explain what I wanted done in Luganda they would mock me. I sat there patiently as they tugged on my hair and giggled. I knew the subject of conversation was the white girl in the chair because I would hear every now and then "muzungu" or mentioning words I tried to say in Luganda. Then a small child walked by. She spotted me and yelled something I couldn't understand in the other direction. Next thing you know there are 10 kids crowded around the doorway of the shop, laying on their bellies with their elbows in the ground and face perched in their hands. They wouldn't talk, or make jokes to each other, just watch. Then one reached out to touch my foot, as if my skin would feel any different from theirs. Another one poked their finger at me again and I flicked them off saying "Tokwatako!" (don't touch). The ladies laughed once again and I found myself a bit humiliated. 2 1/2 hours later it was over, and the outcome was worth it. When I got back to the home all the children would say "you are smart! Who tied you?" Here, you are smart means you look good. Auntie Debora and I went back into the trading center to get some fruit for the next day. We finished our shopping list and were on our way back to the home when she suggested that we visit her friend. I loved this idea since I had never been a house guest to a Ugandan before. Her friend up the road had just given birth to her third child and it was custom to stop in and congratulate them. We walked in to the tiny house, leaving our shoes at the doorway. In Uganda, whenever you walk in doors you take your shoes off at the door. Even when you walk into a store, or into your own bedroom. We sat down on the torn couch and Auntie Debora and her friend began to speak Lugandin. This gave me time to look around at the framed pictures on the wall. Mother Mary, the children, and mothers of the parents. There was no door to separate their home from the outdoors. Auntie Debora asked me if I wanted coke, or sprite. I told her that I was fine and she quietly explained to me that it was custom to take food or drink if you are a guest at someones home. So sprite it was! The 9 year old daughter brought us two warm sodas in glass bottles. She served us as if we were going to leave a tip. Then she brought us each a photo album to look at. They were full of pictures of their family. I loved flipping through the personal pictures of a family I had never met. Even though I didn't know any of their names, I felt like I learned so much about them. After our visit the man of the house walked us to the road leading to the home and thanked us for coming. It was so nice to learn the customs of being a house guest in Uganda.
Later on Margaret taught me how to hand wash clothes. Its a lot harder then it looks. We scrubbed and scrubbed. When I began to wash my underwear she looked a bit shocked and whispered to me that I was not supposed to do that in public. Apparently I'm supposed to wash my underwear when I bathe. How was I supposed to know?
So thats my update. I officially have 54 seconds left on this computer. See you soon everyone!
So its friday, which means I come home in 6 days. This saddens me, but I am anxious to sleep in my bed, cuddle my dog, watch TV, and take a shower that isn't out of a bucket.
Two days ago I taught a physical education class to P5, which is equivalent to 5th grade. We played a game of tag where when you are tagged you join the tagger holding hands and try to tag others together. After everyone had been tagged they were exhausted and still with 20 minutes left of class, so I slowed it down a bit. The next game was zip, zap, zop. Many of you may know this game, but I will explain it for those of you who don't. It is a game which requires a lot of concentration and focus. Picking up a message from one person and sending it to another at a fast pace. The signals must be clear with eye contact. If your message is not clear, or you are not quick enough then you are eliminated. Another way to be eliminated is by messing up the order; Zip, Zap, Zop. This may sound confusing so luckily a staff member was there to translate for me. Some of them failed quickly, but others were very good and caught on really quickly. The kids loved both of these games, which made me feel very accomplished.
Later that day we played football (soccer) with a banana leaf ball wrapped in yarn. They are soo good! I couldn't keep up. So I went to milk the cow (my favorite activity of the day). Later that night I did some math help with some of the P6 and P7 students.
Yesterday was a really good day. I slept in until 10! When I woke up I ate juicy pineapple and fresh cows milk. Some of the younger children that don't know English got out early from class and wanted an activity. So we went to the library to color. Unfortunately there was only one coloring book. I started to trace a few pictures from the book so they could color them and keep them to decorate their trunk. A few pictures turned into 20 because each child wanted one. They all spent a lot of time on their picture and were so proud. Later on I went to get my hair braided! Now I have cornrows. As soon as I walked into the store for my hair to be done, the ladies started laughing. None of them knew English so when I attempted to explain what I wanted done in Luganda they would mock me. I sat there patiently as they tugged on my hair and giggled. I knew the subject of conversation was the white girl in the chair because I would hear every now and then "muzungu" or mentioning words I tried to say in Luganda. Then a small child walked by. She spotted me and yelled something I couldn't understand in the other direction. Next thing you know there are 10 kids crowded around the doorway of the shop, laying on their bellies with their elbows in the ground and face perched in their hands. They wouldn't talk, or make jokes to each other, just watch. Then one reached out to touch my foot, as if my skin would feel any different from theirs. Another one poked their finger at me again and I flicked them off saying "Tokwatako!" (don't touch). The ladies laughed once again and I found myself a bit humiliated. 2 1/2 hours later it was over, and the outcome was worth it. When I got back to the home all the children would say "you are smart! Who tied you?" Here, you are smart means you look good. Auntie Debora and I went back into the trading center to get some fruit for the next day. We finished our shopping list and were on our way back to the home when she suggested that we visit her friend. I loved this idea since I had never been a house guest to a Ugandan before. Her friend up the road had just given birth to her third child and it was custom to stop in and congratulate them. We walked in to the tiny house, leaving our shoes at the doorway. In Uganda, whenever you walk in doors you take your shoes off at the door. Even when you walk into a store, or into your own bedroom. We sat down on the torn couch and Auntie Debora and her friend began to speak Lugandin. This gave me time to look around at the framed pictures on the wall. Mother Mary, the children, and mothers of the parents. There was no door to separate their home from the outdoors. Auntie Debora asked me if I wanted coke, or sprite. I told her that I was fine and she quietly explained to me that it was custom to take food or drink if you are a guest at someones home. So sprite it was! The 9 year old daughter brought us two warm sodas in glass bottles. She served us as if we were going to leave a tip. Then she brought us each a photo album to look at. They were full of pictures of their family. I loved flipping through the personal pictures of a family I had never met. Even though I didn't know any of their names, I felt like I learned so much about them. After our visit the man of the house walked us to the road leading to the home and thanked us for coming. It was so nice to learn the customs of being a house guest in Uganda.
Later on Margaret taught me how to hand wash clothes. Its a lot harder then it looks. We scrubbed and scrubbed. When I began to wash my underwear she looked a bit shocked and whispered to me that I was not supposed to do that in public. Apparently I'm supposed to wash my underwear when I bathe. How was I supposed to know?
So thats my update. I officially have 54 seconds left on this computer. See you soon everyone!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Not knowing Luganda fluintly is frustrating
Hello everyone. How is life?
I got back from Kampala two nights ago and I'm back at Sabina, but this time I'm here alone. I thought it might be scary, but the kids make me feel so at home that I forget all about it. The man that drove me back here is named Daniel. He was so much fun to talk to and hang out with. Very smart and funny, but also difficult to accept when he expresses his opinions. For example, during the drive someone was beating their child with a stick, all he had to say was they probably did something wrong. I asked him if he does that and he said "of course! That is the way here in Uganda". Knowing me, this discussion went on for quite a while. I can't blame someone for having a different culture, but it was really interesting to hear someone say such rediculous things. He even tried to convince me that men are superior to women. HA!
Daniel had many questions to ask me about America. He wants to move their with all his heart, but knows it isn't possible. I told him about NYC and all the hussle and bussle. He loves action and every detail of the city excited him. When I told him that some people in New York dedicate their lives to fighting for animal rights he laughed and laughed. When I told him my dog lives in my house he said "Eh! Are you sure?". He told me that he had been told about a place called Disney World. He wants to work there even though he has never heard of Disney in his life. I explained to him what an apartment is. When he found out that there are no chickens or cows in NYC he asked if it was possible to keep hens in his apartment. He wants to keep them for eggs and to sell. I told him the neighbors would complain and it would be too messy, but he insisted that he could pull it off. Later, Daniel talked to me about Musseveni (their president). He described him as a performer who refuses to get off the stage after their act is complete. Musseveni has been ruleing for over 25 years now and does everything possible to keep power. Anyone who speaks out against him is imprisoned and beaten. Any potential presidential canidate who becomes popular, he makes their life a living hell. At first, Musseveni did good for Uganda. But his good ideas have ran out and it really is time for a new ruler. I asked Daniel why the people don't rebel and he said it was because of poverty. Everyone is too busy trying to survive, they have no time to even think about how to change the government. It goes around in a puzzling circle. Poverty cannot end until the government changes, but the government cannot change until poverty ends.
This morning at the breakfast table, a conversation in Luganda arroused. As I sat there, eating my pinaple and banana, my eyes darted back and fourth, watching the troubled faces and listening to their loud words. The conversation seemed to escelate and they bagan to get more agressive. I tried to interpert what was going on, but it was a lost cause. Someone then brought in a radio and out it on the table. I was eager to hear whatever was going on, but as they switched it on my hopes for that were crushed. It was of course in Luganda, and I found myself once again very confused. They all listened intensly. I decided not to ask any questions because they all seemed too involved. So I got up and took a walk to the market. Tina, a Ugandin college student working in Sabina, walked with me. While walking through the market a crazy man kept walking by and pushing me with his shoulder. I walked quickly away as Tina laughed. This man is the same crazy man that once wanted to raige a war against cars and mazoongoos. Sarah (the peace courps person here) told me that everytime she would walk into the village he would throw fruit at her. Eventually it irritated her enough to tell the police (two lazy guys that sit under a tree all day with chairs, a pen, and paper). She left town for a week and when she returned he was very polite to her. She asked the tree men what they did and they stated "we tied him to a tree for three days". She reacted surprised and sympathetic so in trying to reassure her they added in "Don't worry, thats what we do to him everytime he does something wrong". I guess thats law here in Uganda.
On the way back from the market I asked Tina what was going on, reffering to the disturbed breakfast table. She explained that Musseveni has imprisoned three ministers from the royal family, including the priminister. Apperintly they were talking about how they don't agree with Musseveni's decisions having to do with land. Here in Uganda there is a royal family with a king, and then the government with a president. They arrested these men, beat them, and are refusing them a court case. Uganda is outraged and Tina says this could cause a war because it is not the president against the king.
As I learn about the government here, it makes me so greatful to be born in America. As patriotic and red neck as that sounds, I never knew freedom of speech was such a great privilege until I came here. Everywhere I go Ugandins ask me to take them to America. Its like their trapped here under the rule of a dictator with no way out. This problem seems unresolvable. If other countries become more aware, maybe things can change though.
Also, for all my friends that throw away clothes or bring it to Salvation Army. Next time, please bring them to me. I didn't realize how much need for clothing there is at Sabina. Some children only have one shirt to wear, and one pair of socks with many holes. They hand wash these clothes every day, but when I think about how many clothes I myself have waisted, it irritates me. Just bring me any stuffed animals or clothes that are no longer wanted and I will do the rest. Thanks so much.
xoxo
~Madeline~
ps: Jasmine, thanks for keeping up. I'm all better now and it wasn't a big deal. I miss you a lot too!!! Hows HANNIE?!
Allison-thank you for the tips. I've been doing all of that. Mom got mad that I won't eat eggs there and made up some excuse for why you thought they were dangerous. "I'm 53 year old doctor I think I know..." yahda yahda yahda you know the rest. haha sorry mom if you read that. I hope you laughed. I miss you already mom, and you too Aly!
I got back from Kampala two nights ago and I'm back at Sabina, but this time I'm here alone. I thought it might be scary, but the kids make me feel so at home that I forget all about it. The man that drove me back here is named Daniel. He was so much fun to talk to and hang out with. Very smart and funny, but also difficult to accept when he expresses his opinions. For example, during the drive someone was beating their child with a stick, all he had to say was they probably did something wrong. I asked him if he does that and he said "of course! That is the way here in Uganda". Knowing me, this discussion went on for quite a while. I can't blame someone for having a different culture, but it was really interesting to hear someone say such rediculous things. He even tried to convince me that men are superior to women. HA!
Daniel had many questions to ask me about America. He wants to move their with all his heart, but knows it isn't possible. I told him about NYC and all the hussle and bussle. He loves action and every detail of the city excited him. When I told him that some people in New York dedicate their lives to fighting for animal rights he laughed and laughed. When I told him my dog lives in my house he said "Eh! Are you sure?". He told me that he had been told about a place called Disney World. He wants to work there even though he has never heard of Disney in his life. I explained to him what an apartment is. When he found out that there are no chickens or cows in NYC he asked if it was possible to keep hens in his apartment. He wants to keep them for eggs and to sell. I told him the neighbors would complain and it would be too messy, but he insisted that he could pull it off. Later, Daniel talked to me about Musseveni (their president). He described him as a performer who refuses to get off the stage after their act is complete. Musseveni has been ruleing for over 25 years now and does everything possible to keep power. Anyone who speaks out against him is imprisoned and beaten. Any potential presidential canidate who becomes popular, he makes their life a living hell. At first, Musseveni did good for Uganda. But his good ideas have ran out and it really is time for a new ruler. I asked Daniel why the people don't rebel and he said it was because of poverty. Everyone is too busy trying to survive, they have no time to even think about how to change the government. It goes around in a puzzling circle. Poverty cannot end until the government changes, but the government cannot change until poverty ends.
This morning at the breakfast table, a conversation in Luganda arroused. As I sat there, eating my pinaple and banana, my eyes darted back and fourth, watching the troubled faces and listening to their loud words. The conversation seemed to escelate and they bagan to get more agressive. I tried to interpert what was going on, but it was a lost cause. Someone then brought in a radio and out it on the table. I was eager to hear whatever was going on, but as they switched it on my hopes for that were crushed. It was of course in Luganda, and I found myself once again very confused. They all listened intensly. I decided not to ask any questions because they all seemed too involved. So I got up and took a walk to the market. Tina, a Ugandin college student working in Sabina, walked with me. While walking through the market a crazy man kept walking by and pushing me with his shoulder. I walked quickly away as Tina laughed. This man is the same crazy man that once wanted to raige a war against cars and mazoongoos. Sarah (the peace courps person here) told me that everytime she would walk into the village he would throw fruit at her. Eventually it irritated her enough to tell the police (two lazy guys that sit under a tree all day with chairs, a pen, and paper). She left town for a week and when she returned he was very polite to her. She asked the tree men what they did and they stated "we tied him to a tree for three days". She reacted surprised and sympathetic so in trying to reassure her they added in "Don't worry, thats what we do to him everytime he does something wrong". I guess thats law here in Uganda.
On the way back from the market I asked Tina what was going on, reffering to the disturbed breakfast table. She explained that Musseveni has imprisoned three ministers from the royal family, including the priminister. Apperintly they were talking about how they don't agree with Musseveni's decisions having to do with land. Here in Uganda there is a royal family with a king, and then the government with a president. They arrested these men, beat them, and are refusing them a court case. Uganda is outraged and Tina says this could cause a war because it is not the president against the king.
As I learn about the government here, it makes me so greatful to be born in America. As patriotic and red neck as that sounds, I never knew freedom of speech was such a great privilege until I came here. Everywhere I go Ugandins ask me to take them to America. Its like their trapped here under the rule of a dictator with no way out. This problem seems unresolvable. If other countries become more aware, maybe things can change though.
Also, for all my friends that throw away clothes or bring it to Salvation Army. Next time, please bring them to me. I didn't realize how much need for clothing there is at Sabina. Some children only have one shirt to wear, and one pair of socks with many holes. They hand wash these clothes every day, but when I think about how many clothes I myself have waisted, it irritates me. Just bring me any stuffed animals or clothes that are no longer wanted and I will do the rest. Thanks so much.
xoxo
~Madeline~
ps: Jasmine, thanks for keeping up. I'm all better now and it wasn't a big deal. I miss you a lot too!!! Hows HANNIE?!
Allison-thank you for the tips. I've been doing all of that. Mom got mad that I won't eat eggs there and made up some excuse for why you thought they were dangerous. "I'm 53 year old doctor I think I know..." yahda yahda yahda you know the rest. haha sorry mom if you read that. I hope you laughed. I miss you already mom, and you too Aly!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
10 days left
So here I am in Uganda, but at some nice hotel living the life Ugandins never even think about. I left Sabina two days ago with my mother to go on a Safari. We traveled 6 hours away to this National Park called Queen Elizabeth. Two words: Quite. Different. Running water, showers, delicious food, air conditioning, technology. Being here with my mom is a lot of fun and I'm glad we came, but I can't help but feel like I am wasting valuble time here in Uganda. My mom is leaving to fly back to New Yor tomorrow and wanted to go on this Safari before she left. We drove through the park and saw all types of magnificent animals. Elephants, lions, hippos, buffulo. These are all wild animals that live in this park. We leave this place within the hour to make our way to Kampala. That is where we will spend the night and my mom will fly out early the next morning along with the two people we were with from the states. Then back to Sabina for me! It was a nice break from Sabina and all the changes that were made in my life, but it will be nice to get back over there where I know I can be helpful.
When I arrive I will be on my own for a while. I think it will be nice and will help me grow up a lot. I will have my own room, and decide when and what I should do each day. The kids love to play games on the field, the fence needs its second coat of paint, and we are still gardening to do permiculture. My cow milking skills are growing each day. Sara, next time I go to PA with you we are going to Willy's farm where I will show HIM the four diamonds. When I get back please no one get annoyed if I speak Lugandin a lot. I don't want to forget it and its so much fun to say. Ha, ok the lady at this internet cafe just said "one minute left" so I'm gonna have to wrap it up. Thanks for reading, I am still missing you all and can't wait to see you the 29th. Be safe!
xoxo
~Madeline~
When I arrive I will be on my own for a while. I think it will be nice and will help me grow up a lot. I will have my own room, and decide when and what I should do each day. The kids love to play games on the field, the fence needs its second coat of paint, and we are still gardening to do permiculture. My cow milking skills are growing each day. Sara, next time I go to PA with you we are going to Willy's farm where I will show HIM the four diamonds. When I get back please no one get annoyed if I speak Lugandin a lot. I don't want to forget it and its so much fun to say. Ha, ok the lady at this internet cafe just said "one minute left" so I'm gonna have to wrap it up. Thanks for reading, I am still missing you all and can't wait to see you the 29th. Be safe!
xoxo
~Madeline~
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
July 16th 2008
Greetings from Uganda. For the past few days I have had a temperature so I have spent most of my time sleeping. I still have a bit of a fever, but I am well enough to come out, paint at the orphanage, and use the internet cafe 15 minutes away. I have been helping the kids at night with some of their math problems. They have no calculators and some of the problems are poorly written. I wish I brought some practice regents exams to show them. Yesterday a 13 year old came down with what looks like yellow fever. She was taken to the hospital, which wasn't really much of a hospital at all. Medical utencels made out of wood, crowded rooms with deathly ill people and only one doctor and other things you wouldn't believe. She could not get a proper diagnoses because the blood work room was locked and the man with the key had just took off to go a few hours away. Hows that for organization? Anyway, she is being treated as best she can and hopefuly all will be well. I taught the kids rock paper scizzors, along with thumb war and they never get tired of it. The permiculture is going well. I haven't been able to help with the gardening yet because I have been weak since the fever started.
I milked a cow again! And this time I was able to squeeze every last drop out without having the cow attempt to kick off my head. Also, we visited the chickens they keep and new hatchlings arrived two days ago. They were adorable! Also the goats here are mostly very playful. You push against their horns and they push back. When you stop pushing they buck, wanting more.
The kids here are still amazing. Always knocking at my door. They are very patient when teaching me Luganda and find it so amusing when I try to learn a dance move. We went to visit another school called farm school a few days ago. There was one girl named Sharon that misses you Cassie. She was so much fun to be with and I am going to try and plan a trip back there to spend some time with them again.
Everything is going well so far. Tomorrow my mother and I, and Selso and his mother Maria (two other volinteers) are planing a trip to Queen Elizabeth. This is a safari that is located a few hours from the orphanage where we will be staying for 2 days. I am very excited for that. Then my mother and I will go into Kampala for a night. In the morning my mom is off to the airport and I am back to Sabina. Instead of me coming back the 31st, I will be back the 29th. I decided I needed two more days before camp for transition time and to adjust to the 7 hour time difference.
This experience has been absolutly enlightening and brilliant. This blog really isn't enough to explain everything, but when I return I will have many pictures and stories to go along with them.
I love you all!!!
xoxo
~Madeline~
I milked a cow again! And this time I was able to squeeze every last drop out without having the cow attempt to kick off my head. Also, we visited the chickens they keep and new hatchlings arrived two days ago. They were adorable! Also the goats here are mostly very playful. You push against their horns and they push back. When you stop pushing they buck, wanting more.
The kids here are still amazing. Always knocking at my door. They are very patient when teaching me Luganda and find it so amusing when I try to learn a dance move. We went to visit another school called farm school a few days ago. There was one girl named Sharon that misses you Cassie. She was so much fun to be with and I am going to try and plan a trip back there to spend some time with them again.
Everything is going well so far. Tomorrow my mother and I, and Selso and his mother Maria (two other volinteers) are planing a trip to Queen Elizabeth. This is a safari that is located a few hours from the orphanage where we will be staying for 2 days. I am very excited for that. Then my mother and I will go into Kampala for a night. In the morning my mom is off to the airport and I am back to Sabina. Instead of me coming back the 31st, I will be back the 29th. I decided I needed two more days before camp for transition time and to adjust to the 7 hour time difference.
This experience has been absolutly enlightening and brilliant. This blog really isn't enough to explain everything, but when I return I will have many pictures and stories to go along with them.
I love you all!!!
xoxo
~Madeline~
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Finally, Internet access!
Hello USA friends and family! I am so sorry it has taken me this long to post a blog, I hope you have not given up on this link. I finally made it to an internet cafe 25 minutes from the orphanage just to talk to you special people. The internet is sooooooo slow here, but I will not give up on this blog thing.
I don't know where to begin. I arrived at Kampala (a city in Uganda) 4 days ago. The time difference here is 7 hours ahead so my mother and I rested, then went into the city. We ate the most delicious fruit imaginable, shopped around, and got Ugandin ice cream (to die for). The next day we took a 4 hour bus ride with two other volinteers to Rakai which is where the Children of Uganda orphanage is located. During the drive my eyes feasted on the most beautiful landscapes of Uganda. There are children EVERYWHERE! Everyone is so beautiful here you will see pictures when I get back and know what I am talking about. When we got off the bus in Sabina (the specific place the orphanage is) I was very nervous about being accepted by the children and staff, but that ended soon. I stepped off the bus and a flood of beautiful children rushed over, begging to help carry our things. They would say "Auntie! Auntie! What is your name?" Thats what they call us here, aunties and uncles. As I got my tour of the place from some of the children, there were numerous times when one would run over to me and give me a big hug, just like that without even knowing me. As I unpacked a few girls around the age of 10 came into me and my mother's room asking us all types of questions. "What is this? What is that? How long will you be here? Ohhh those shoes are so beautiful! (dirty sneakers i got from payless)" Later that night they performed for us as a sort of welcome gift. They included our names in the songs saying how happy they are that we are there. They danced and wiggled their hips better then I had ever seen before. This wasn't like some school project that they are forced to do, this was something they were so excited and happy to show us.
During the past 3 days I have been trying to get aquanted with each of the 200 hundred children that live here. I have interacted with around 60 of them so far. Yesterday a few girls and I were doing gymnastics. The way it works with these kids is if 2 children are doing something with me or listening to a story i am telling, 20 of them flock over and it becomes a large group activity. This would normaly be hard to do, but since they are all so respectful and wonderful it only makes it more fun. I ended up teaching and spotting a large group of children how to do back bends, headstands and cartwheels on their soccer field. And by soccer field I mean a large grass area with two goals made out of large sticks on each side. The ball being a large ball of grass wrapped with long leafs. Throughout the day we all learned a lot from eachother. I taught them how to wheel barrol race, hide and seek, blob, simon says, and red light green light 1 2 3. For red light green light I had to change the title to pinaple banana orange 1 2 3. This is partly because there are no traffic lights here, and also the younger children do ont know english yet, only Luganda. The way I handle this situation is by having one of the older children translate for me as I explain the rules. Every time I taught them a game it was as if i had just given them a large gift. They would say "let us repeat that one!" Then after a while, they would say "another one please auntie". Eventually I ran out of active games so they learned Go Fish. Later they taught me some Luganda (which I am picking up pretty well) and some African dancing. They get a kick out of teaching a mazoonka such as myself things about their culture. Oh sorry Mazoonka is a rich, white person. It is not an insult according to Ugandins, but it is a bit offensive after a while when everytime you walk down the street people point and say "Mazoonka!", The children however, have never used this phrase towerds me. Even though there are a few people at the orphanage that are my age, it is so surprising that they always give me so much respect. Every child here is so pure. There is no manipulation or hidden agendas that most children that I have worked with always have.
This blog is very very long, but I am not sure when the next time I will be able to do this is, so I'm just going to crame as much as I can into this one.
Mission: This summer their are a few other volinteers that are working on setting up permiculture for the grounds. This is when a lot of food is grown in a small space. The orphanage has a big food shortage problem so hopefuly this all works out so their can be more food and it will look beautiful.
Food: I have been eating rice, beans, posho, matoki, and cows milk every day. So far I have not gotten sick by staying away from foods that could make that happen, but I don't want to jinks it. The food is tastey, but very repeditive.
Their are certain kids that I have grown close with. One is Viola. She is 10, beautiful, and so much fin to be with. Another is Martin, a 13 year old boy that loves music. He has dreams of being the next Ahkoon (Akon), and I believe he can. Shira is brilliant. She learned Suduko within 4 minutes. Kuwala is so funny and sweet. No one knows her real age because if you ask her she will say 5. We estimate around her 40s. This is because she has a mental disability, but is very funtional. She washes dishes, and takes care of the babies. She is adorable. It isn't like anything I have ever seen because in the states people with mental disabilities are partly aware of them becuase of all the doctor appointments, medication, and unfortunatly teasing. Here, none of that happens so she is a happy, sweet, attention craving young child in an older womans body.
There are so many other children that I wish to mention, but that will wait until later because I need to wrap this up. Oh one more thing, I milked a cow yesterday! And I held baby chicks after they hatched. What a day it was.
OK some quick shout outs. Sara, I love and miss you dearly. I tried to call you two days ago, but it is so expensive and the service is not good. I would write you a letter, but I am worried it would not arrive until I get back. I am getting you great gifts though. Amanda, I miss you and love you as well! I hope camp is going great, I am sure it is since the children love you and you love them. Don't worry I am getting you African things as well. When I get back, its goin down.
Ariella, I don't know if you will read this, but I miss you and love you just as much! I am finding the perfect things for you and I have been showing pictures to the children of all three of you. They say you are all beautiful. Talitha, Cassie, Debra, and Tom. Your kids have been asking about you numerous times a day. Margeret told me about the "American meat" the other day that she tried with you Cassie. I cracked the code and found out she was talking about clams. All of your children have been spending a lot of time with me and I deeply enjoy their company.
Spencer and Bean, I hope the premier went well! I look forward to coming back and seeing that with you guys. I miss you both! Max Schneider, I hope camp is going well. I miss you surprisingly a lot. Just kidding, but really I do miss you. I got you something that I know you will like. Max Feist, I am not sure you will read this but I just wanted to let you know that I miss you. I got you something as well, hope you are enjoying yourself in montreal. Make good choices :). Libbie I have not forgotten you. You will love that piece of Africa I am bringing home for you. All my sisters, you have no idea how much I am missing you. I am so glad we all got to be together before I left. Natalie I am sure the run is going very well, the show was great, you were the best in it and that wasn't from a sister's point of view. Courtney, I wish I had time to visit you in Atlanta. Soon though. Tell Todd and the bebes that I LOOOOOOOOVE THEM AND I MISS THEM SOOOO MUCH!!!! I have been showing pictures of them to the kids here and they think they are just beautiful as well. Allison, bring in that money at the body shop. You are so dedicated and I am really impressed, the kids have been asking about you as well. Dad, glad we saw eachother before I left. I am missing you and you will love the pictures. I've been studying that music and I hope hope hope you will bring me to camp! Grandma, sorry I didn't make it out to visit you and Anya. I really wanted to, but it will happen very soon. I love you so much!
This really needs to come to an end so if I have not mentioned you it does not mean I do not care, it just means that my time at this internet cafe is running low. Don't change, ANYONE! I cannot wait to see you all again and thank you so much for reading my blog/novel. Enjoy your summer and know that I am thinking of you all. <3
Your truly,
~Madeline~
I don't know where to begin. I arrived at Kampala (a city in Uganda) 4 days ago. The time difference here is 7 hours ahead so my mother and I rested, then went into the city. We ate the most delicious fruit imaginable, shopped around, and got Ugandin ice cream (to die for). The next day we took a 4 hour bus ride with two other volinteers to Rakai which is where the Children of Uganda orphanage is located. During the drive my eyes feasted on the most beautiful landscapes of Uganda. There are children EVERYWHERE! Everyone is so beautiful here you will see pictures when I get back and know what I am talking about. When we got off the bus in Sabina (the specific place the orphanage is) I was very nervous about being accepted by the children and staff, but that ended soon. I stepped off the bus and a flood of beautiful children rushed over, begging to help carry our things. They would say "Auntie! Auntie! What is your name?" Thats what they call us here, aunties and uncles. As I got my tour of the place from some of the children, there were numerous times when one would run over to me and give me a big hug, just like that without even knowing me. As I unpacked a few girls around the age of 10 came into me and my mother's room asking us all types of questions. "What is this? What is that? How long will you be here? Ohhh those shoes are so beautiful! (dirty sneakers i got from payless)" Later that night they performed for us as a sort of welcome gift. They included our names in the songs saying how happy they are that we are there. They danced and wiggled their hips better then I had ever seen before. This wasn't like some school project that they are forced to do, this was something they were so excited and happy to show us.
During the past 3 days I have been trying to get aquanted with each of the 200 hundred children that live here. I have interacted with around 60 of them so far. Yesterday a few girls and I were doing gymnastics. The way it works with these kids is if 2 children are doing something with me or listening to a story i am telling, 20 of them flock over and it becomes a large group activity. This would normaly be hard to do, but since they are all so respectful and wonderful it only makes it more fun. I ended up teaching and spotting a large group of children how to do back bends, headstands and cartwheels on their soccer field. And by soccer field I mean a large grass area with two goals made out of large sticks on each side. The ball being a large ball of grass wrapped with long leafs. Throughout the day we all learned a lot from eachother. I taught them how to wheel barrol race, hide and seek, blob, simon says, and red light green light 1 2 3. For red light green light I had to change the title to pinaple banana orange 1 2 3. This is partly because there are no traffic lights here, and also the younger children do ont know english yet, only Luganda. The way I handle this situation is by having one of the older children translate for me as I explain the rules. Every time I taught them a game it was as if i had just given them a large gift. They would say "let us repeat that one!" Then after a while, they would say "another one please auntie". Eventually I ran out of active games so they learned Go Fish. Later they taught me some Luganda (which I am picking up pretty well) and some African dancing. They get a kick out of teaching a mazoonka such as myself things about their culture. Oh sorry Mazoonka is a rich, white person. It is not an insult according to Ugandins, but it is a bit offensive after a while when everytime you walk down the street people point and say "Mazoonka!", The children however, have never used this phrase towerds me. Even though there are a few people at the orphanage that are my age, it is so surprising that they always give me so much respect. Every child here is so pure. There is no manipulation or hidden agendas that most children that I have worked with always have.
This blog is very very long, but I am not sure when the next time I will be able to do this is, so I'm just going to crame as much as I can into this one.
Mission: This summer their are a few other volinteers that are working on setting up permiculture for the grounds. This is when a lot of food is grown in a small space. The orphanage has a big food shortage problem so hopefuly this all works out so their can be more food and it will look beautiful.
Food: I have been eating rice, beans, posho, matoki, and cows milk every day. So far I have not gotten sick by staying away from foods that could make that happen, but I don't want to jinks it. The food is tastey, but very repeditive.
Their are certain kids that I have grown close with. One is Viola. She is 10, beautiful, and so much fin to be with. Another is Martin, a 13 year old boy that loves music. He has dreams of being the next Ahkoon (Akon), and I believe he can. Shira is brilliant. She learned Suduko within 4 minutes. Kuwala is so funny and sweet. No one knows her real age because if you ask her she will say 5. We estimate around her 40s. This is because she has a mental disability, but is very funtional. She washes dishes, and takes care of the babies. She is adorable. It isn't like anything I have ever seen because in the states people with mental disabilities are partly aware of them becuase of all the doctor appointments, medication, and unfortunatly teasing. Here, none of that happens so she is a happy, sweet, attention craving young child in an older womans body.
There are so many other children that I wish to mention, but that will wait until later because I need to wrap this up. Oh one more thing, I milked a cow yesterday! And I held baby chicks after they hatched. What a day it was.
OK some quick shout outs. Sara, I love and miss you dearly. I tried to call you two days ago, but it is so expensive and the service is not good. I would write you a letter, but I am worried it would not arrive until I get back. I am getting you great gifts though. Amanda, I miss you and love you as well! I hope camp is going great, I am sure it is since the children love you and you love them. Don't worry I am getting you African things as well. When I get back, its goin down.
Ariella, I don't know if you will read this, but I miss you and love you just as much! I am finding the perfect things for you and I have been showing pictures to the children of all three of you. They say you are all beautiful. Talitha, Cassie, Debra, and Tom. Your kids have been asking about you numerous times a day. Margeret told me about the "American meat" the other day that she tried with you Cassie. I cracked the code and found out she was talking about clams. All of your children have been spending a lot of time with me and I deeply enjoy their company.
Spencer and Bean, I hope the premier went well! I look forward to coming back and seeing that with you guys. I miss you both! Max Schneider, I hope camp is going well. I miss you surprisingly a lot. Just kidding, but really I do miss you. I got you something that I know you will like. Max Feist, I am not sure you will read this but I just wanted to let you know that I miss you. I got you something as well, hope you are enjoying yourself in montreal. Make good choices :). Libbie I have not forgotten you. You will love that piece of Africa I am bringing home for you. All my sisters, you have no idea how much I am missing you. I am so glad we all got to be together before I left. Natalie I am sure the run is going very well, the show was great, you were the best in it and that wasn't from a sister's point of view. Courtney, I wish I had time to visit you in Atlanta. Soon though. Tell Todd and the bebes that I LOOOOOOOOVE THEM AND I MISS THEM SOOOO MUCH!!!! I have been showing pictures of them to the kids here and they think they are just beautiful as well. Allison, bring in that money at the body shop. You are so dedicated and I am really impressed, the kids have been asking about you as well. Dad, glad we saw eachother before I left. I am missing you and you will love the pictures. I've been studying that music and I hope hope hope you will bring me to camp! Grandma, sorry I didn't make it out to visit you and Anya. I really wanted to, but it will happen very soon. I love you so much!
This really needs to come to an end so if I have not mentioned you it does not mean I do not care, it just means that my time at this internet cafe is running low. Don't change, ANYONE! I cannot wait to see you all again and thank you so much for reading my blog/novel. Enjoy your summer and know that I am thinking of you all. <3
Your truly,
~Madeline~
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