I’ve been home for a month already and every day I hope I can carve out a cave of private thinking time to write a blog. This is my first time raising a girl, and might I add a girl who talks more than all four boys ever did combined…perhaps in one day? When she collapses in bed so do I. I guess I’m grasping for what I see as a reason for my lapse in blogging. It probably looks like an excuse. Oh, I hope this is just a season of crazy life syndrome. I really want to share and explore ideas and connect with you all about Kirabo Seeds in Uganda using this blog! I do. I do. I do.
I should be cooking dinner. Three hungry men will blast through the garage door hoping for hot food. I’m writing this instead which means I will also point them to the refrigerator to find leftovers or such to satisfy their hunger. (They all know how to make a great omelette.) I can’t do everything. They suffer so I can share a brief and relieving update.
I want to share about election day last week. It is a time of uncertainty, fear and panic. People prepared for riots, shootings, power outages, and looting. We stocked our house with two weeks of extra food just in case. All of our staff took the day off to go vote. This left Mary Beth and Darren at the house alone with the kids. School was supposed to begin a month ago, but the government prevented all schools from beginning on time because of elections. Many students go to boarding school far away so if there were dangerous conditions to arise as a result of election turmoil everyone wanted the children home with their parents. At Kirabo Seeds, this gave us another month of wonderful fun with our children at home.
Many of our staff went to the polls at six in the morning but the ballots didn’t arrive until one in the afternoon. They stood around many hours helplessly waiting. Fortunately, I haven’t heard any reports of riots or tear gas affecting anyone we love. The Cameron’s have remained close to home and they are safe.
I’m quite fascinated with the Ugandan culture as anyone who has ever read my blog will know. Sometimes, when I suffer at their corruption I wonder why, but overall I not only find it interesting, I love it. I want my sweet Kira to love it. (She called Uganda “my sweet home” the other day.) I pray every day our children in Uganda grow up loving their culture and giving all their effort to making the future of Uganda a better place for their children to grow up. My optimism may have shallow footing, but I won’t give up hope for improved lives for all Ugandans. The primary goal of Kirabo Seeds is to raise strong God fearing Ugandans to make a difference in their communities.
Every five years there’s a new election for president in Uganda. Museveni is one of the longest “reigning” presidents in East Africa. Last time there were elections we were just leaving Uganda with custody of our sweet baby Kira who at that time was eleven months old. Next week she will turn six. The opposition was arrested before the results were in and as no surprise to anyone he remains president. We made it through another election without harm.
I often scratch my head and ask God, “what have YOU asked us to do?” I must be crazy to think we can raise these seventeen orphaned children in Uganda and hope and pray every day they will please you with the gifts they’ve been given and just maybe take Uganda a step away from third world conditions. Could they be a part of the change for good, for God in this place? The Ugandans I know and love beg God and hope with all their hearts that Uganda can take steps forward in development. My heart also cries with them. Can you imagine living in conditions where you are not really free?
We are so spoiled growing up in America with our rights and protected freedoms. I can say and write anything I want to without fear of disappearing forever. That’s not so in Uganda. The main opponent was arrested on Monday in Uganda. During elections the government shut down Facebook and whatsapp (a free texting app) and they also shut down the cellular phone service. Leadership said if they can’t use it right (without lying) they can’t have it. That doesn’t leave any room for voice or opinion. My heart feels heavy that people I love don’t enjoy the freedoms we do here in America. I honestly want to cry to think the children in Uganda we are striving to help day by day might always live under this oppression.
I listen to Kira now, born in Uganda, raised in America, singing songs, eating lasagna, washing dishes with running water that always flows, playing with her much loved animals (nine of them), attending her Christian school and then telling me about the Statue of Liberty that “stands for freedom in our country.” Yet, the songs she sings are African songs and she tells me they make her feel so “free”. I’m thankful the elections remained mostly peaceful and those we love are safe. But my heart cries for justice, freedom, and progress to come to Uganda.