Sunday, April 3, 2011
Battano (Arbuckle)
How did you get here?! Yes most, if not every evening I go to sleep with the not-so-pleasant of bats flying around outside or between my ceiling panels and roof. Yes I have had bats in my house that I tactfully smack out of my house with broom, not before getting smacked in the head once or twice (I guess their sonar wasn't as good as they thought?). But this little guy was a petite, moist, furball who would stretch out when being bothered and there were serious parts of me that was hoping it would jump up, bite me, and I would be the second-coming of Batman (the first coming was real). This little guy managed to find his way in to the small crevice between the back of my backpack and where the shoulder straps enter, so my work was cut out for me to get him out even though he moved at a sloth's pace—I didn't want to hurt my new little friend. Now, I must admit, I didn't have the desire or energy to take this little guy under my wing as just like Principal Figgins on Glee, I believe that Vampires are real and are soon going to take over this world. I carefully picked up Arbuckle (his name for now) and brought him outside...oh so sad I could see him shivering in the cool air away from my dirty pile of clothes! Well, as you can see from the snap, I took advantage of his inability to move at this stage, because I placed him on the cool cement next to a bitanno (500 shilling coin about the size of a nickel). After Arbuckle's little photo shoot, a small bed of dried leaves and mulch was made for him in the corner of the patio in hopes that he would warm up and fly off...
The next morning he wasn't there. I choose to hope that he dried off, spread his wings, and is thriving out in the real world. So yes, I think that is where this story goes. He now lives amongst his brothers and sisters and who knows yet if he left me a little gift of gratitude giving me an uncanny ability to fight crime while wearing skin-tight black clothes and having a better voice than the most current Hollywood Bruce Wayne.
So to my friend Battano (Arbuckle), my hat is off to you in your new life in the skies and away from the piles of dirty clothes in my room. And I must say I assume that my immediate decision to put the jeans on without inspecting for any more creatures is in fact a message to me of how used I've become to having spiders, cockroaches (in fact when I enter pit latrines I choose to talk to the cockroaches as if they are equals rather than getting terrified), bats, stray cats, goats, chickens...the list goes on...to having all of these species living side by side with me. Oh joy! (
4 Nights, 3 Days (3rd April 2008)
http://roguevalley.bandcamp.com
http://www.lostinroguevalley.com
These guys know what it is about...
The following was written 3 years ago today in my journal—a journal which is scarcely written in as my ability to keep either a journal or a planner has lacked for almost 27 years at this point...

Shoe + Duct Tape + Head Lamp + Profuse Sweating=Long Live the Cockroach
A snap taken 3 years ago today, I had quite the adventurous evening as I scurried around my bed room on hands and knees to get the cockroach that had been disturbing my sleep by climbing all over (and in) my mosquito net...
Crazy to think that on 19/2/08 I arrived here at my homestay! After spending the past hour assisting my 7 y old sisters with their homework that I feel their parents have very little influence in, I ate dinner and had my evening exercise. By evening I mean I just broke into a profuse sweat chasing a giant cockroach around my room in my boxers, a headlamp and a sheet of paper with duct tape on its underside. What other life could I be living where this would not seem so strange? Even after I achieved apparent victory over this prehistoric nuisance, I can nearly guarantee you that his partner in crime is somewhere in this room waiting to creep under my mosquito net and to attack me!
So in waiting for dinner tonight, looking at Namakula and Hadijja's homework I came to the conclusion that my host parents really have no investment in their children's education aside from the monetary aspects, which is quite unfortunate. In look @ their work, the spelling and math errors were simple enough to happily fox in a matter of a few minutes, but the majority of work in their notebooks seemed to be marked but not corrected. Learning seems impossible in this scenario as the children are either A) learning nothing @ all because it is merely repetition, or B) learning false information which one is the case is nonetheless a tragedy, but the whole system seems to be &$*%!*!
My time here @ Eka ya Mwami Mugaya (improper Lusoga) is coming to an end. I have ultimately been quite satisfied with my experience here. It has been an unbelievable experience that could never be replicated and I have learned so much! Although clashing of cultural norms has occurred, all in all the past 8 weeks shall not be forgotten. And now I shall drift off in a damp sheet of sweat to dreams controlled by Mefloquine while I subconsciously tally one night off of this first adventure, only to get nearer to the next 2 years of my journey.....
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Running on Broken Wings
The weeks are too few remaining at the NTC—3—and I cannot even recognize how the days have gone by so quickly. It saddens when it feels like time has cheated you, and that it has gone by disregarding the feelings and emotions one holds and desires to hold on to longer. The Delorean is nearly complete and there is enough rubbish within a banana plantation for fuel, but converting that all to 1.21 gigawatts has escaped me thus far—would that solve the emotional struggle though? Going back isn’t so much the questioned desire, more or less the allowance to have control of time to be free to stop and/or accelerate it when oh-so-desired…
The past month and a half was spent training the most recent group of Peace Corps Trainees to Uganda and was an incredibly valuable experience. The trainees in country have had an incredibly packed training that I had been part of the planning of for the past few months and all did an amazing job keeping their spirits up. I truly appreciate all of their hard work and effort over the (5) weeks while us Peace Corps Volunteer Trainers were present and without their energy and enthusiasm the pre-service training would not have been nearly as memorable. This training involved its own series of curve-balls (ie, elections, new training site, new school-based training/language combination) that we had to work through, and patience was necessary throughout and they all showed it. I will admit that through the weeks I grew to feel an emotional attachment to the group as a whole, seeing them coming in new, eyes wide open and supporting them in their growth so that in so man weeks they will swear in as official volunteers. I look forward to following all of these guys through their service—its an exciting feeling to have been part of their training as I was.
Now being back at site has been a whirlwind. Because of the elections lectures did not begin until the end of February, and this is a relatively short term so the students will be going by April 16th. Coming back here towards the end of March has left me with nearly 4 weeks with my students—and that is sad to me. Having grown to be involved with not only the students in my biology classes; but the students in the Wild Life Club, the students in the AIDS Challenge Youth Club, all the athletes and sportsmen on the fields, my colleagues in the classrooms/fellow lecturers, it feels so strange to have time wrapping up the way it has. These next few weeks will go by just like they would any term 2 at the NTC. The end of the year parties for clubs/cultural associations will happen. The inter-hall competitions for football, netball, volleyball and track and field will occur and will send the students home hungry for more. The college will be preparing for school practice observations. I will be preparing myself for departure. Life goes on; just strange to be the one changing while all else remains the same.
Though preparations to depart will be going on, these next few months won’t be without their own sense of urgency and busyness. These next few weeks will be filled with lectures, practicals club meetings/end of year parties and training will once again begin for the inter-collegiate sports competition that will be occurring at the end of April. This event, which was held here at our NTC last year is a competition for all 5 of the NTCs and was supposed to have occurred the beginning of December 2010, but was delayed for financial reasons. The time is now, so once again my early mornings 5.30am and evenings will be spent out on the pitch, helping to get these guys ready and keeping their morale up to represent the NTC at the games.
The basketball court has been graced with funding to allow its completion, which will be incredibly exciting. It saddens me that this group of students here will not have an opportunity to take advantage of it as much as they were the major proponents to get it here at the college, but thankfully it is coming! Work had been done through the funding of many generous donors in the US but a few roadblocks had been hit. With this new grant on life of the court’s construction, the college will be gaining a new playing surface to be used by its students and surrounding community. The court will be used not only for recreational purposes but also for the use of the Sports Science Section for practical teaching of basketball as well as being used by clubs/groups supporting team-building activities and promoting sensitization of HIV/AIDS and other life skills activities.
St. Andrew the Apostle Catholic Church has also been supported by St. Joseph’s Catholic School in Vancouver, Washington for the second year in a row and we are excited to announce that this year we will be laying the cemented foundation in the main section of the church. This will allow easier preservation of furniture/musical instruments/other wooden objects by preventing the ability of termites to enter in to these objects. By laying down the floor the members of the church will also recognize health benefits by being able to clean the church more easily so that jiggers and other infestations cannot be present as easily. This is exciting for the church and will surely update you all as things progress.
…I look back through all that and I can’t believe that is all going to be in 3 months…
Love you all. Stay safe…
Sunday, February 13, 2011
It's Coming Down to the Wire

This is where I live. They call it the small fire. I would say that there is some truth to that. Sometimes when I go outside I can see rain, thunder and lightning something like 5 kilometers just north of me…and 5 kilometers to the east…and 5 kilometers to the west…and 5 kilometers to the south. What do I see above me? I see blue and that big fireball up in the sky. What day is today—oh yeah, it is February 9th, the very day that I ventured for the first time from Portland, Oregon 3 years ago to eventually end up in the pearl they call Uganda…
…I don’t even recall sleeping that night. Thoughts swirled endlessly, disallowing any opportunity for slumber to even reach me. I remember lying restlessly, waiting for that moment to gather myself together and embrace the courage to step on to that first flight from PDX. I watched Little Rascals and October Sky both twice rather than sleeping. My first attempt to pack my luggage was in fact that very night and I don’t even know why I ever attempted to bring nearly an entire department store with me in my luggage. I hadn’t a clue what I was really getting myself involved in so my feeble attempts at packing were done recklessly…
…I’m lying here now, not sleeping. Rather than Porky and Buckwheat keeping me awake this night it is the mosquitoes that have forced me to toss and turn; that and the fact that 5 months remain between this very moment and the inevitable farewell. If three years have not been sufficient enough to feel completely ready to go, and looking forward to these next few months doesn’t calm my nerves, is there even a possibility that I would ever be fully prepared to depart? I want a cold Black Butte Porter. I want to sit around a pizza screaming at the TV as the Beavers try to pull off an upset. I want to wrap a gift and put it under the tree. I want see my family and give them all a hug that should never end. Assuming fate leads me to those very things, soon enough I will want a cold Eagle Lager; I will want to sit around eating some fried pork and watching Nigerian films; I will want to share my American-style home-cooking with my friends and neighbors, I will want to greet my dearest friends and colleagues with a heartfelt embrace and not let go of their hands…
...what’s the next thing that’s going to be desired?
So it has been 25 years and a lot has changed, some for better and some for worse. You might be asking yourself what has been 25 years? My age? Your age? Someone’s credit score? No, the reference alludes to the length of time that HE Yoweri Museveni and the NRM have been in power in Uganda and come Friday, February 18th, general elections will commence to decide on the next presidential term. Though the information provided here will be limited, websites of importance shall be listed for your assumed interest in these current events. While Museveni has ruled Uganda for the past 25 years, he has faced stiffer and stiffer competition by opposing parties, especially with the past 2 elections in 2001 and 2006. His primary opponents being Dr. Kizza Besigye (IPC) and more recently Norbert Mao (DP), the incumbent faces his toughest election yet and obviously the events that have recently unfolded in Egypt, Tunisia, Cote d’Ivore and Kenya prove that anything can happen; it must be said though that the majority of persons are more than anything praying for peace above all else. Take a look at the following websites over the coming weeks to keep up-to-date with the developments here.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/africahaveyoursay/2011/02/is-uganda-ready-to-vote-1.shtml Not much from BBC yet, but I am sure that will be coming
And now, of course, what am I actually doing here? Again, as I usually do, I will leave this somehow short. Currently I am not at my college, I am working with Peace Corps as a trainer for the new group of trainees who have just come in to country for their Pre-Service Trianing. I am working with numerous Ugandan staff members along with 3 other volunteers for the next 5 weeks to make this the best training possible for these 44 Peace Corps Trainees. Working in the secondary education sector, these next few weeks are going to be filled with facilitation of sessions, observing the trainees in their schools during their school practice, working with the trainees through their integration in to the culture—in essence providing these eager individuals with as strong a foundation as possible to allow them to serve successfully in Uganda for the next 2 years. While I am here though training these new trainees, my students—after the presidential elections—will be coming back to school. I am saddened to not be with them nor the staff and other community members for these weeks as so much of my heart is back there. The current work that I am performing, though important and I recognize that makes me look at my college and community more and more as a place where my life has changed so much and to be away from that strains the heart, mind and soul. That said, I am happy to be here to support these trainees in their quest to be successful volunteers in the field, and by all means the foundation laid in training has a significant impact in the eventual volunteers ability to live and work efficiently, culturally appropriately and happily at their sites.
Again, while here at training all of my students are beginning to go back, but of course, if you know me, that won’t stop me from being involved and doing work remotely from here. Whether it be planning assignments/activities for the students/club members to be done while I am away (and communicated to them via phone/internet), pushing for more progress on the basketball court, ensuring that the new developments on the church continue or just keeping in touch with people, these next few weeks will definitely be busy. And it definitely does not stop there, upon completion of my time here at Pre-Service Training I will venture back to the college, begin working as much as I can with my students, ACYC members, Wild Life Club members and athletes. I am excited to think of everything that can be done in the next couple of months, but wow how fast this is all going to go. I am so proud of all of my friends, students and colleagues in Kaliro. I have learned so much from them all. I am fortunate enough to have these last months with them all.
Friday, January 21, 2011
6 Months In...6 Months to Go
http://www.youtube.com/user/kozadaniel?feature=mhsn
One is an interview with the priest Fr. Anthony at my college and the other is just a slideshow plus a few videos with tunes. Once I have these things figured out I will try to upload some higher res versions. Anyway take care and I will get some more words written down here soon for you to gnaw on.
So here is the slideshow/video that is also on YouTube. This one is of somewhat better quality...
Monday, January 17, 2011
Cowboy Coffee
I take it to the pan to rinse the
Little sto’ways from the daily grind
In order to make it though the day
Its not that the French Press is broken
But microbial colonization
Cowboy cowboy coffee coffee
Gets me goin always goin
Cowboy coffee cowboy coffee
Pour me that plastic cup of pure joy
With grounds and all the real essence
This buckaroo takes the hardest stuff
There’s always plenty left in the pot
But don’t look twice ‘cuz now its all gone
Cowboy cowboy coffee coffee
Gets me goin always goin
Cowboy coffee cowboy coffee
Gets me going all the time
Doesn’t keep me on time
‘Cuz its making the world go round
Just like Vanport Carousels
Gets me goin always goin
Cowboy cowboy coffee coffee
Cowboy coffee cowboy coffee
Be careful easy rider take it
Strong and dark without reservations
Get goin and make it through the day
Just break the French press and keep the pot
Because because it’s the very best
Cowboy cowboy coffee coffee
Cowboy coffee cowboy coffee
Get me goin
Get you goin
Get Kanzi goin
Gets everyone goin
Cowboy coffee cowboy coffee
Friday, January 14, 2011
Botanikos
Seed grow, look to the tree over
There the eyes burning at wonder
But will the strangle take reigns
Over progress of the veins
Childish prosperity’s amok
Kiss earthen parting with stock
Leaves’ fall’s only far if hist’ry’s
Not repeated part of the story
Though mother always said that
One day the world will be flat
Adulterated dreams cherished once
Kissed the palms and stocking stunts
Roots’ depth wants eager iron core
To break fatiguing chains with scores
Alas the bass could lose voice
Once the strung winds revert choice
Immaculate sparks showering when
Kissing stalks hidden from fen
Cliffs engulf crashes with might
Rocks break shattered in the night
Souls thrive fostered through the light
Love’s always conquered this plight
If I could make it for you
I’d then have it all for me
So I’ll make it for you now
So I’ll make it now my vow
Now my vow
Now my vow
Trees’ rings annual marriage with life
Proudly cascade that might with strife
Enduring with fortitude
And hiding beautiful brood
Creating prowess through canopy
Finding love in entropy
Cliffs engulf crashes with might
Rocks break shattered in the night
Souls thrive fostered through the light
Love’s always conquered this plight
If I could make it for you
I’d then have it all for me
So I’ll make it for you now
So I’ll make it now my vow
Now my vow
Now my vow
