When a Ugandan tells you it will only tale 30-45 minutes to get somewhere DOUBLE IT. I i thought I could handle A32 45 minute. Boda ride. If I was allowed to stop occasionally and stretch my legs. Well I handled it there and back and it was well worth the slight uncomfortableness.
We left Gulu, headed past Layibi and headed toward Olwach. The UNRA had kilometer markers on this road so I could least see how far we had been traveling. At one time David pointing to a small path/ road and told me he could have taken that. Because it goes right past the school. So I thought oh great we're 400 meters from the school. There's a lot longer, we ran into three young students in very bright blue and yellow school uniforms. Much like Noah seeing the dove, i understood. We were at least as close as three 7 year olds could walk.
I hope that you can get to facebook and see the song, the students greeted with me with. It was quite humbling, please don't dwell on my appearance. This song is by itself. So if you see seven or eight pictures posted together, it is not with them.
I am joining Sister Dorina this morning and she is showing me a school that the Colombini sisters of Italy have started for kids that live on the street. So this might have to be a shorter post, and I still wish I knew how to add pictures. They are also on my facebook page. If you have trouble finding them let me know in the comments.
So St. Sylvester is a school that my friend Aliker David Martin started on land next to his childhood home. The stidents were wonderful and I co-taught a class on place value. My students will remember my 3 x 6 example and my what is 46 x 5 question. After the lessons, David and I walked and he told me the history of his family, he shared their successes and their failures and how Ugandan people judge the infidelity and mistakes of others. I met David's mother a strong woman who used a walking stick but also toiled several hours each day digging with the plants. Whatever the family history, the fact that it had produced david my friend who had built a school, tells me the end of a very good story. Aliker (btw i call him all three names when i'm with him also) had done something incredible to honor his family and his community.
David told me that he would have been in real trouble if he had brought me all the way to the school and we did not visit his mother. They were going to present me with a chicken to thank me for the visit. I already somewhat feared the the long motorcycle ride home but with a chicken, it's trapped upside down to the handle bars would certainly not lessen my anxiety.
I told him to give a teacher the chicken but he assured me word would get back to his mother and that would be bad for both of us. David I had chosen kindness when he hired some of his teachers. I thought surely they would welcome a chicken dinner. Winner winner.
On the road back I was struggling somewhat and realized Aliker was one of my favorite ugandans to have a beer with and we should stop before we get home and raise a couple of Niles together.
David found a better place where he knew the owner, Brian and his wife. Brian was sitting 15 feet away from us with three friends. They said something to us in lwo and david laughed. They said we should cook them the chicken now. I told them I would gladly give them the chicken. The chicken had already startled me once on the way home when out of nowhere, she decided to ruffle her feathers and send a few in the air as she squawked loudly. We were still a bit from town. And the idea of traveling through the somewhat busy streets of gulu with the chicken Did not appeal to me.