In the Life of Allie Muehe...

Thoughts and actions as of February 19th, 2006 mostly regarding my Peace Corps assignment to Uganda. I am leaving for Boston for my staging event (orientation) on March 2, 2006 and leave for Uganda on March 5, 2006.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Ugandan Music

As I'm sitting here in Jinja (BTW: my favorite city so far in Uganda), we are listening to the radio in the internet cafe. Like all radio stations here, yes there are many, they don't play music according to genre. Although some tend to stick to East African music (this awful type of music that resembles reggea, hip hop, techno, and rap all in one), they do play a lot of American music. However, the selection of this music is histerical to me and the other volunteers. As most Americans know, you listen to a certain station depending on what type of music you feel like listening to. Not here. The radio stations I have listened to play a wide variety of music from the states, ranging from Beyonce and Sean Paul to Micheal Bolton and Shania Twain. Other favorites are Usher, Micheal and Janet Jackson, Mariah Carey, while also playing TONS of 80's soft rock, a bit of country (really odd...), and lots of Christian music. Needless to say, I only listen to the radio in my house while my IPod is charging. However, since it's a common theme to have music ridiculously loud I can here some music being played by my teachers/neighbors or the boys who live across the street (like 50 yards and a highway between). I'll try to keep a list of artists that I hear on the radio here because I think the mix is so funny.

Text messages

Hi! I just wanted to post that I have received text messages on my phone here by people who email me. Thanks, I love getting them! J Hoch, Deb, Barrett, Leah, Carla, Best Bud, and Brendan: you guys are awesome!

Thanksgiving!

Yes, I was able to celebrate Thanksgiving, not on the 23rd, but yesterday on Saturday the 25th. I went to another volunteer's house in the Eastern part of Uganda, near a city called Tororo. She has one of the only volunteer houses that is the closest thing to a 'home' that I have seen. Apparently some Finnish missionaries came to her health center and built the house. So there are two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen with running water (the pump has since broken so we still used water from gericans), electricity, and even a 'guest' house at her disposal. She even has a gas stove! Therefore, I got there on Friday and didn't stop eating until I left Sunday! It was amazing, I didn't think most of the food that was there was able to made here in Uganda. We had the closest thing to the all day feasting holiday as we can get here except for no football on the TV (not like I paid much attention to that anyways). We even had all 18 or so of us at one long table and had a traditional mid-day dinner with everyone giving thanks to something. We had a turkey, stuffing (mix sent from US), baked apples, mac and cheese (mix sent from US), mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, home made wheat rolls, pumpkin pie, and SO much more. For being here with a gas stove, we did really well and it was awesome. For the most part we hung out, played cards, cooked, cleaned, and ate. It was really relaxing and nice to see the other volunteers. If I wasn't at my Uncle's house in Jersey with my family, this was the next best thing.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

MY MOM AND DAD ARE THE GREATEST

I just want to let everyone know this. I know that I give shout-outs to people who send me packages and letters and how much I appreciate them. But I never mention all of the letters and essentials that my parents send me (ok, granted it's mostly my mom...). They have sent me SOO many things that I have requested and many things that I haven't. I even make crazy requests like to cut out articles from the Daily Mess(anger) that they think I would like so that I can keep up with Canandaigua/Upstate NY news. My mom was the first one to send me aerogrammes when I was in training and it was SO nice to hear from someone back home. Aside from sending me things, they dutifully call me at least once a week so I can complain to someone about things I find ridiculous here and just share some of my experiences with someone who can relate to me, aka a non-Ugandan. Anyways, not to go on too much, I just wanted to write a short note on how great my parents are and how it's a shame that I never truly realized this until I moved to a 3rd world country across the world.

Land of Opportunity?

Well one thing did spoil my Saturday a little. One of the little girls who lives in the teacher compound around me came over to look at my Newsweeks (all the children do because they don’t have books and they like to sit on my porch). This girl and her sister live and work for one of the teachers because their mom ‘isn’t around’ and apparently single parent homes can only apply if it’s a mom. She has started to come over more lately, which I don't mind, she is very polite and I like her a lot because she is smart and not completely submissive like most women in Uganda. So while she was flipping through the magazine, looking at the pictures, she asked me out of the blue if I'm allowed to take children back with me to America. Now, when adults, especially men, ask me about taking them to America I can laugh and say no and that's it. But when this little, sweet girl asks me to take her with me it's really tough. I have to explain that I don't have any visa's or money to take them back and that right now I'm not able to take care of children. It's a bit heartbreaking. However, it's not as bad as another volunteer's experience. Apparently, two orphan siblings, who are less than 10 years old, skipped school and walked miles in the Ugandan heat to this PCV's house to ask if they could live with her. She had no choice but to say no and send them back walking miles to school. After the orphans left she cried all day and felt like the worst person on the planet. So I guess the request to be taken to America wasn't that bad.

Uganglish

This past Saturday I actually had a pretty good day. Almost every Saturday my counterpart and I hold meetings or classes for teachers who are pursuing their teaching certificate while they are working, we call them peer group meetings (PGMs). We go over content that will be on their exam and help them to improve their overall teaching. This past Saturday my counterpart was conducting a session on how to teach reading and writing to primary students. A lot of what she discussed was with English grammar and rules. Yes yes, I know it is MY native language, but if you ask me to diagram a sentence I will look at you dumbfounded. Well not really, but for the most part, it's amazing how well Ugandans know the technicalities of the English language yet have a hard time speaking it or understanding a native speaker. Anyways, so at the PGM the students were asking about pronunciation and my counterpart asked me to assist her and felt it was more appropriate for me to teach this part of the lesson (ok, all of you who know me can get off of the floor and stop laughing). I had a great time. First, I have to explain how I sound when I talk to Ugandans. If I speak like I do in the United States no one can understand me. Therefore, I try to not only slow down and pronunciate, but I have adopted the accent that we Peace Corps volunteers call Uganglish. It's hard to describe but it's a version of the British accent with every letter in every word emphasized (the first time I heard another volunteer speaking Uganglish I thought they were acting like a moron, and now of course I am doing it too…). When I started to help them with pronunciation I gave a small disclaimer that depending where you are that words in English will sound different: England is different than America, the northern and western part of American is different from the southern part of America, etc. This created an uproar. So I said that I will help them be able to speak like an upstate New Yorker (stop rolling your eyes, haha). I began with speaking with my normal accent and speed of speech. I was glad that they could tell a difference but after about 3 minutes they said that I was 'driving them crazy' because they couldn't understand what I was saying. Anyways, after explaining that most letters and letter combinations, especially vowels, are pronounced differently depending on the word, like owl and own, either and weight, etc, they started to ask me about specific words. Most words when I hear them spoken incorrectly I let it go because it is not usually a big deal, however there was one word that I just cringed when they said it: leopard. They say it like lee-oh-par-D. I made them practice saying it like 5 times. Although it was fun to have them repeat after me and recognize that their version of English actually may not be right, it got a little taxing. Sometimes they would argue with me and tell me I’m lying when I told them how to pronounce a word. I’m like: It’s MY language, don’t question me about HOW to say to it. Then, I had one student ask me how to pronounce the word realia. I told him it’s not a word. He said, and my counterpart also tried to convince me of this, that it is in reference to real objects. I told them over and over again that they made it up because it’s not a word, even showed them it’s not in a dictionary, but to no avail. They still don’t believe me to this day.

I know this is a long blog posting, but I also wanted to mention that I tried to teach some of the teachers and boarding kids how to play kickball on Saturday. You may think that kickball is one of the easiest games on earth, but the only game they really know is soccer. We take for granted that everyone is familiar with baseball and understands the concept of hitting/kicking a ball then running to a thing called a base with the object of the game to run in a diamond to reach a place called home. Trying to explain the basics of the game and the concept of ‘outs’ and other general rules took almost an hour. Other details like leading, stealing, strategy, positioning, etc. will have to come another day. Again we take for granted that everyone knows how to catch because football and baseball are so ingrained in our society. To see 13 year old boys and adult men wave their arms frantically as a ball hits them in the chest is hilarious. I think about 2 balls were caught. Also, they understood that after the player kicks the ball that the outfield needs to retrieve it but they think that they can run with it faster than it would take to throw it in, which we all know isn’t true. So getting people out didn’t happen very quickly. But by the second and last inning they were laughing and cheering as their teammates ran over home base. They are interested in playing again and I like going back to the good old days of playing kickball. Hopefully next time it’ll take less than 2 hours to complete 2 innings.