After I had already almost finished this blog entry I got ill and then I was very busy organizing plans for after my return – about which I could write at least three more blog entries. ;) But now it is time to publish this glimpse at my thoughts about my stay in Uganda which somehow felt so multi-faceted this time that I decided to just confine myself to a few aspects rather than never publishing any of my impressions. :)
Not long ago I watched the movie “Fire” by Deepa Mehta which included an interesting scene. The family head of a Chinese family whose working-class parents had immigrated to India after the Cultural Revolution explained to his daughter’s Indian lover why he hated India. He talked about how his son was called “chinky” in school and how they were feeling treated as a minority.
I was thinking about this in the light of my own cultural confusion. Ugandans themselves rarely make a difference between Sweden and Germany (not even Sweden, Canada and Australia ;)), but what does matter is skin colour. So Indians, for example, are differentiated from “white people”. At the same time, I have noticed a strong preference of Western countries as opposed to other countries, which I had never thought about before and which again seemed interesting with regard to the movie scene I mentioned. Somehow I also got confused about which country is the most hospitable in the world – in India people claimed it was India, here people said it was Africa. I wonder, however, what extent this hospitality reaches in either country when it comes to non-Western / lower-class people. Are Indians welcome to any house in Uganda? Are Ugandans welcome to any house in India? Are people welcoming to anyone from their own country, irrespective of their status or income?
In fact, I was even surprised to find an indiophobic climate – after some time, I learnt about the expulsion of Asians from Uganda in 1972 – the government had claimed that the Indians were hoarding wealth and goods to the detriment of indigenous Africans and “sabotaging” the Ugandan economy. (There is even a Bollywood movie which touches upon the topic, named “Mississippi Masala”.)
Completely opposite to that, Germany ranks higher than any other Western country in terms of appreciation due to the fact that many (especially church related) NGOs have brought a lot of help – and, probably even more, money – to Uganda. I could not help feeling pretty unenthusiastic about being welcomed or “liked” only due to my nationality – which has nothing to do with me as a person. Of course, this is something which exists in any country, and of course, there are exceptions to the rule everywhere as well. I feel bold enough to claim that racism starts where we differentiate between people according to their countries of origin, and thus it is often an unconscious process.
Well, back to my cultural confusion. I remember how we were asked in a lecture to make a drawing which describes our identity, and how lost I felt. I thought “oh, this is bad, I don’t know my identity”. But actually, it was more like I could not describe or let alone paint the things which I feel that constitute my identity. In the book “In Search of the Miraculous” I came across an interesting passage in this regard:
“Essence is the truth in man; personality is the false. (…) Culture creates personality and is at the same time the product and the result of personality. We do not realise that the whole of our life, all we call civilization, all we call science, philosophy, art, and politics, is created by people’s personality, that is, by what is ‘not their own’ in them.”
Travelling has made me realise how intensely culture overshadows any trace of “essence” in people. The scene from “Fire” made me realise yet another thing. When the Chinese father talked about his son being called “chinky” in school I could immediately sympathise with him, being that I was called “muzungu” at least 50 times per day wherever I went in Uganda. It is a again an act with perceives a label rather than a person. (I was elated when I was travelling with my friend and someone again threw a “muzungu!” into my face and she said to him in Luganda “How would you feel if you walked the streets of Europe and everyone called you “African?” (I should have learnt this sentence in Luganda!))
I also felt many times that wherever I went, people seemed to hope to have some benefit from me – mostly in the form of money, but also in terms of other help or a “gateway to the West”. This made it difficult to find real (new) “friends” or anyone who would have cared about my (emotional) needs. Other things which felt difficult to me were the high unreliability of people and the fact that any guesthouse I stayed at seemed to serve as a “brothel” to my neighbours. Ugandans are quite open about sex, one can say… :-O
My Ugandan friend with whom stayed for a while this time once wrote to me about exactly this problem – which I also found to be prevalent within my field of studies. Many people are not ready to help themselves, but expect help from somewhere outside. Again, this is a global phenomenon, only showing itself in many different ways. And it doesn’t make sense to blame anyone either – we understand too little of their history, their culture and their mindsets. The scene of the movie also made me realise how this Chinese father had made himself a victim of his seemingly evil circumstances. Obviously, we cannot force ourselves to like something if it is completely against our nature, but if we can’t “escape” our situation, we’d better see how we can improve it ourselves. Also, we can accept that people just behave accordingly to their culture and may not know an alternative – and maybe we are the only ones who can show them an alternative.
One thing in this regard which seemed almost impossible to me to make people understand is the Western attitude towards religion (84 % Christianity in Uganda). People in Uganda are so convinced of “being religious = good” that it is difficult to try and have a slightly more broad-minded discussion on this topic. It is almost as a strong conviction as arranged marriage is in India – rather than trying to find one’s individual path, people follow structures and traditions either imposed on them long ago or again having become part of their “culture”…
I was asked about the food many times. Well… It basically consists of 90 % carbohydrates and the variety of vegetables is restricted to a few grams of cabbage or bitter leafy “greens” (if you are lucky). And hey, I am not the only one complaining ;) – I even met people from Kenya, DRC or Ethiopia who were missing their own cuisine! I think it is not so much the food as it is a lack of variety and a strange lack of openness to trying new things. So, now I am not sure which is the real “banana republic” – Panama or Uganda? ;)
As for Ugandan English, I already knew from my last visit that people say things like “well be back” instead of “welcome back”, “you are lost” instead of “I haven’t seen you in a while” or “footing” instead of “walking”. Especially fascinating is the use of the word “sorry” – it is rarely meant as an apology, but mostly to express empathy with someone who is suffering or has experienced something bad. (I actually think I have adopted that by now.) Confusing is also the frequent use of “ever” with the meaning of “often” or “always”. Ugandan formality aside, when it comes to asking for something, a simple “You give me…” is totally normal – no “please” is required. It can furthermore be helpful to have read a guide on Ugandan culture which tells you that being told “you grow fatter and fatter every day” is actually meant to be a compliment. ;) It is exactly the same as if someone in Europe would tell you “oh, you have lost weight”. Both does not have to be true at all, but is just said to flatter the other person.
Most of all, meeting my friends again was a great experience. I had met both of them during my time with the NGO “Kulika” last time I was in Uganda. Sr. Margaret had been one of the participants of the “Community Development and Education” Programme at the farm where I stayed, and Achilles had been spending his vacation at his brother’s place which was nearby. (One day he had invited me and it had been the first time I tasted jackfruit – a memorable experience. :)) We have been in touch since then and it was only now that I visited him at the place where he is studying and working (close to Masaka where I did my fieldwork) and even got the opportunity to visit his parents, who welcomed me with an immense lunch. The most fascinating thing was actually to see how my friend really lives his everyday life, after having just had a rough picture from a communication over many years. Furthermore, I visited Sr. Margaret’s convent and stayed there for a few days, getting to know the place (she had lived in a different place last time I was in Uganda) and the sisters. I even met the oldest sister again (“Sister Jajja”, as any oldest sister in a convent is called – “jajja” means grandmother) whom I had also met during my last visit and her joy to see me again was truly touching (she jumped with joy and hugged me and said many things in Luganda which I didn’t understand :)). Later I travelled a long way together with Sr. Margaret to visit her mother who is living on a farm close to Kamuli, where she grows abundantly many fruit trees – I felt in paradise! After that I got the opportunity to visit Jinja with her, the second-biggest city of Uganda, which I liked very much. I could even include a visit to a big Agricultural Show and an interview with one of the organisers, whom I had met on a conference in Stockholm last year.
My time in Uganda has helped me to learn many things, put many things into perspective and feel differently about many things. I am very grateful for that. I think one of the main things I have learnt from life is that we cannot learn through anything else than experiences. We may realise the most amazing things and write them down in a book – if we read them later, the effect will not be anywhere near to realising new things through new experiences. It never ends, and that is why we should never stop exposing ourselves to life and especially never think that we know the final truth.
Maybe I should create a cow calendar one day :)
One of the farmers’ groups I met
This is how “g-nuts” (groundnuts, like peanuts) are being sold here. Normally he is carrying the basket on his head.
The market of Masaka
And beans again :)
Ugandan “street food” – grilled corn cobs
Plantains being sold on the market
Masaka surroundings from a hill – typically some smoke is seen somewhere
Did you know? The English word for Luganda “toilets” is “latrine” ;)
“Boda-bodas” (motorbike taxis) are not welcome everywhere
This seemed to be a graveyard for Muslim Indians – the leaves were being burnt which made kind of a picture like from a Dracula movie ;)
The smallest mosque I’ve ever seen
I also visited the office of a Swedish Agroforestry NGO
Raising funds for education is a big issue here. Many people can only afford studying after having worked for many years.
Ever seen a coffee seedling?
These ones are even younger…
Shamim, a friend I made in Masaka
This door has two options for small and tall people :D
This is how passionfruits are grown
Sugarcane is prepared like this for eating. The bits are chewed and spit out after sucking out the juice. The variety for eating is a different one than that which sugar is made from. Chewing sugarcane is healthy for the teeth.
Bananas are abundant everywhere… There are many different kinds here, I will show more further down.
These are baby bananas, also known as apple bananas. They will ripen over time.
cuddly cat :)
Ordination ceremony of new priests
This lady is wearing a traditional “Gomezi”
March-in of the priests
Those who did not fit into the church watched the happenings on a screen outside
Serving lunch to a big amount of people is very common in Uganda with its many celebrations
Beautiful tropical plant in my friend Sister Margaret’s convent in Lyantonde, which I visited
The convent is a very simple place where four sisters are staying. They don’t even have running water. When my friend told them about my coming they asked “But where is she going to stay?” :)
Patricia was left at the convent at night few weeks ago when she had almost starved. Now she will be raised by the sisters.
Somehow Ugandans like Swedish colours :D
Patricia with “Jajja” (grandmother), the name given to the oldest sister in any convent. I had met her also last time I was in Uganda and she was touchingly happy to see me again…
My friend knows what I like for breakfast :)
This is how plantains are cooked in Uganda – which are eaten for breakfast, lunch and dinner in most places
The only source of water in the area…
The big bunch are “yellow bananas” (the ones we know), the others are “gonjas” which are eaten either cooked or roasted. They are sweeter than plantains used for “matoke”.
Somehow it has fascinating colours :)
My friend Sr. Margaret helping me to carry my luggage – somehow it matched her habit :)
My research topic :)
You think these are peas? I made the same mistake – in fact it is a (very bitter!) eggplant variety!
Ever tried to cook peanuts?
View from a church window betrays the tropical location
The “Uganda Martyrs” seem to play a very important role here – they were Christian converts who were murdered for their faith in 1887
Graves of the two first African Roman Catholic priests, ordained by a French bishop in 1913
Roads in Uganda are so dusty that even the vegetation at the roadside does not remain green…
(Someone once asked me whether is was true that in “our” countries people can go one year without polishing their shoes ;))
Treating pigs does not have to be in contradiction with a sexy outfit here ;)
(In fact I have seen men putting on suits for farmwork!)
“Humps ahead” – I should have made this the title picture ;)
Before coming to Uganda, my friend wrote to me “Do not be worried of the bumpy roads” :D
The church belongs to “Katigondo seminary”, a school for catholic priests.
For those who have not seen a pineapple field before…
Fish is – for obvious reasons – transported outside rather inside the car. I don’t want to know how much dust and exhaust gases they collect on the way…
Matoke (mashed plantains) is covered with banana leaves not only while being cooked, but also while being served
Watermelon is originally from Southern Africa…
My friend Achilles, his father, me, his mother and one of his sisters
Rocker’s girl B)
Sr. Margaret busy preparing my breakfast again ;)
Here we were at her mother’s home close to Kamuli
Again no power, no running water, but again a beautiful place… :)
I have never seen as much roadwork being done as in Uganda (which makes it seem surprising that most roads are still so bad)… It made me realise that when I walk a street in Europe, I don’t consider the amount of work behind it…
Airtel has invaded Uganda from India ;)
People here don’t mind providing their houses as advertisement walls, they are just glad if their houses get painted for free
India and Uganda should have a yoga mat deal ;)
Paw paw, mango and jackfruit – I was in paradise! :)
Sr. Margaret’s mum, herself, two of her sisters and me
View from the back seat of a “matatu” (taxi)… After a few hours sitting crammed like this I usually have to get my legs and arms used to being stretched again very slowly…
Water melon field
Sorghum, which is mostly grown in Eastern Uganda
Ever seen a sesame plant? (called “simsim” in Uganda)
Jackfruit wine and paw paw wine being sold at the Agricultural Show in Jinja which I visited with Sr. Margaret after seeing her mother
Kulika Uganda, the NGO where I did my internship five years ago
Seeeed! They make the heart of an agroecologist leap :)
Somehow I felt that this indigenous cow was having space problems…
One of the largest NGOs in the world originates from Bangladesh
It’s the fruit of the oil palm (not very common in Uganda though)
Somehow Bollywood pics make it everywhere in the world ;)
Ha ha… what a daunting threat
(10.000 Ugandan Shillings is around 3 euros)
The rest of the world is definitely rich ;)
Me and Sr. Margaret approaching the source of the Nile… It was her first time in a boat, as you may read from her face ;)
Uganda has over 1200 different bird species making it home to one of the largest diversity of bird species in the world
This is the source of the Nile (or rather, one of the sources ;) ). Beyond the boat lies Lake Victoria.
Gandhi monument :)
Short version :)
Lake Victoria from a hill in Jinja, the second-largest city of Uganda
Think about it…
All these are from the convent where I stayed with Sr. Margaret in Jinja. As a sister she can stay at any convent of her congregration. And so do her friends :)
Sometimes the door has to adapt to the limited space :D
Second visit to the Bahai temple, this time at dusk
Dessale took me to an Eritrean restaurant – what a delight in the Ugandan food desert ;) The flatbread is made from rice, all the stews and pastes are vegetarian as per order. :) In the middle there is a paste made from beans.
Me with the daughter of Kulika employee Joseph who combined the “parents’ day” at her school with meeting me. He had taken me to South-West Uganda five years ago.
Jackfruit being sold by the roadside
Dinner with Eritrean friends. Again rice flatbread and flatbread made from teff, both sourdough.
From left to right: A friend of Dessale, me, Dessale. He is a writer from Eritrea who is living in exile in Norway. Before he was in exile in Uganda that’s why he came back to visit his friends.
The coffee ceremony is an important part of Eritrean culture
After such a nice ceremony even I didn’t refuse to drink coffee ;)
Seen in the Uganda Museum – instead of banana wine you can also make banana beer :)
Many crops of Uganda are actually not indigenuos
Traditional Ugandan hut
This bird can be seen in many places in Uganda
I like such stuff :)
And that in a museum…
In Uganda many Japanese cars can be seen… according to my Japanese friends this text doesn’t make sense though ;)
Boda-bodas (“motorbike taxis”) waiting at a crossing…
With this toothpaste you can even bite a sugarcane ;)
In Uganda I cannot afford being a Johnny Head-in-the-Air ;)
My Couchsurfing hosts Leonard & Afrance in Kampala with their lovely daughter Louisa
Me with my host and his daughter
The university campus has become extremely dry, it is amazing that some plants manage so long without water…
I finally bought the shirt, but it didn’t help much as many people can’t read, don’t know English or just didn’t notice it ;)