Living Eulogy

My Special List!

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 21:12:00 +0000

I have a list of folks I know...

all written in a book,

And every now and then.

I go and take a look.

That is when I realize

these names... they are a part,

not of the book they're written in...

but taken from the heart.

For each Name stands for someone...

who has crossed my path sometime,

and in that meeting they have become...

the reason and the rhyme.

Although it sounds fantastic...

for me to make this claim,

I really am composed...

of each remembered name.

Although you're not aware...

of any special link,

just knowing you, has shaped my life...

more than you could think.

So please don't think my greeting...

as just a mere routine,

your name was not...

forgotten in between.

For when I send a greeting...

that is addressed to you,

it is because you're on the list...

of folks I'm indebted to.

So whether I have known you...

for many days or few,

in some ways you have a part...

in shaping things I do.

I am but a total...

of many folks I've met,

you are a friend I would prefer,

never to forget.

~ Author unknown

Pre-Birthday letter...

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 21:12:00 +0000

Dear Friends and Family,

As 2008 races forward and my 30^th birthday knocks at my door, I want to reflect and share my previous year with you - A year full of new people and new places!

I came across this poem last month as I was going through documents I saved from when I was in college. It further inspired my desire to send a letter to friends and family near and far away.

As many of you know, I ended my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer in July 2007. I was working as a Community Health Volunteer with Emesco Development Foundation in Karuguzza, of the western central part of Uganda. However, after ten months in country, I developed unresolved complications from presumed malaria and choose to return to America.

The bounty of relationships I developed during my short time in Uganda can not compare to any other time in my life. I often think about my friends in Uganda and think about how different our lives are. My readjustment back to life in America has been without major effort. My only struggle has been in my efforts to hold on to the values of simplicity, sustainability and social responsibility in a highly developed and fast paced American culture.

My family and boyfriend, Theo, may make fun of my low-cost living lifestyle – but, I have already seen my example have a positive influence in the lives of others. Theo is a Flint Town native and we are an inter-racial couple. He has not only shown me a different side of Flint, the town I grew up in, but has made my transition back to life in Michigan that much more enjoyable. Our relationship has supported my ability to adapt, change and grow.

During the previous few months the dynamics of my family have also seen change and encouraged growth.

After over a year of searching, my mother purchased a house! It’s a fixer-upper in the country, has lots of potential and makes her happy!

My Grandma, mom’s mom, is moving into a retirement community.

My cousin, her husband and my Uncle have moved out to Wyoming for work outside of the depressed economy of Michigan. My Aunt will soon join them in the coming weeks.

My sister and brother-in-law had their first child! Nicholas Michael Gosselin. And, no – I have not caught the ‘baby making bug’. I will however, be babysitting for them while they work during the day - on a trial basis J

Since November, I have been working as a Paraprofessional at our local Alternative High School in their night classes. The position is ideal with part-time, night hours and leaves my days and weekends free to invest in my Pure Romance business.

I love being a Pure Romance Consultant. I love the products and my clients. Being self employed has been the BEST decision I have ever made. I now feel the only barriers to what I want are all self created and with in reach to move beyond.

One item still on my goal sheet is to finish that Bachelors degree. After I returned from the Peace Corps, I enrolled in the Peace Corps Baccalaureate degree program at Metropolitan State University in Minnesota. It is a partnership with the Peace Corps to develop an individualized degree and award credits for college level learning while in the Peace Corps. I am completing all of my remaining credits online and should graduate in May 2009! Yet another tool to add to my tool box ~

As a part of my community re-entry into Michigan/America I started attending the Unitarian Universalist Church of Flint. I found people and a denomination that share my values of religious pluralism, greater understanding and expanded vision. I am now a member and serve as their Volunteer Coordinator.

I am living in a small apartment in an old Victorian home in downtown Flushing, Michigan. It is just enough for me and my in-home business. I eagerly await a warm spring so I can get back to my daily power walks and bicycling through the small downtown area and along the river path. During the winter I got a membership to the local YMCA and truly enjoy watching TV while I worked out, as I still do not have a TV in my home!

I intended to write this letter before last Christmas…It takes so much effort, not so much time, to get me to stop and reflect on the days behind me. It’s a part of my nature, I suppose, to always be looking for the next adventure just over the horizon. But, when I do take the time I am always grateful for those who have crossed my path and continue to shape my direction.

May this find you well and let us try to keep in touch!

Peace and bless,

CARRIE

New life and changes

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 15:18:00 +0000

I’ve been thinking about all those who may be reading this and realize I haven’t done a good job at keeping in touch on the adjustments to life back in the states. I keep thinking and appreciating how drastically our lives have the potential to change in such a short period of time. So, I wanted to take a moment and share a few with you.

I some times long to speak Runyorro with someone else (even though I hardly spoke it in country!). Some phrases just instantly come out of me. Like….manange! (those people) or, tugende (we go). I still cluck my tongue and smack my hands for effect. But, I’m getting better about not mmmnnnn ing so much. The disturbing thing is when ever I am talking with someone of a different accent, say Indian, I go into my Uganglish speak. The first time I noticed it... I really couldn’t stop my self. The more I concentrated on speaking normally, the worse my Uganglish got.

The first time I felt the comforts of the developed world was on my layover in Amsterdam. I just got off the plane and saw a water fountain for the first time, again. I thought, “Could it be? Is it really possible that that water is safe and available to the public for free?”. I walked over to it. Just stood there for a moment. Admired its shiny clean metal surface and smooth round spout. I leaned over and felt the cool refreshing water run against my lips. I must have stood there for five minuets filling my body with this safe, refrigerated free water. I walked away with a soothing feeling that everything in the world would alright.

It took me at least two weeks to recover from the mysterious sickness. The ease of services available to PCVs is drastically different to the ease of services once you return to the states. If I were seriously sicker than I was, the system would not have worked for me. The paper work is a hassle and a deterrent for doctors who don’t know how the billing works for the HMO Peace Corps uses. I had a heck of a time just finding a doctor who accepts the after care health plan. And, once again Peace Corps Medical in DC was not user friendly. I often wished I could just call up Peace Corps Uganda Nurses and have them take care of it all! In the end, no treatment or further diagnosis was given. Maybe it was the comforts of home and all those long distance prayers that healed me.

Most of my family didn’t know what the heck to do with me when I got back. Some people were even concerned that I contacted HIV while in Uganda and that was why I was sick. I, like most Americans, knew very little about HIV before doing Peace Corps. Now, I was giving a very comfortable, tried and true ‘4 fluids’ speech to my family and friends…. just as I did for the many, many people I encountered in Uganda. The misconnections and stigma surrounding HIV are here in America too.

Reverse culture shock was not an issue. I was sick for so long in Uganda. All I could think about was all the comforts and life style I was missing. So once I got back, I wanted to be here. Leaving bush Alaska for the first time was definitely harder than my reentry from Uganda. It’s all a mater of perspective and the awareness of place.

Changes I’ve made since the last time in America:
1. I do not own a TV
I’ve moved into a small apartment in an old Victorian home and use my laptop to watch movies and listen to a lot of radio.

2. I have a cell phone
Uganda was my first cell phone experience. Now, it’s more a matter of finances. It’s cheaper than a land line. I’m teaching people about the concept of ‘flashing’. And, I so miss text messaging. It’s such a simple, condensed and indirect way of communicating. No one here text messages.

3. I bought a car that gets 42+ miles per gallon
1998 Chevy Metro baby! I live in a small downtown area, so I walk or bike almost everywhere. But those times I visit others are no longer filled with the guilt of how much gas I am using. The only catch is… I have to learn how to drive stick. Live, learn and grow.

4. Self employed and lov’n it
My soul deserves this. It’s the best decision I’ve made. Ever! It hasn’t been easy. My mind and the Flint town culture often tells me I should get a ‘real job’. But, at the end of the day I remain true to the commitment I’ve made to myself and business keeps growing. And, most importantly… I feel good.

5. Back in academia….online
Taking eight credits this semester at Metropolitan State University via all online courses. I am the very first person to be enrolled in their pilot program for a Peace Corps baccalaureate degree.

6. Interracial dating
Never thought I’d be dating outside my race. But after all the highs and lows in Peace Corps and the lasting affects; thus, values that stay with you, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. The things we want are where we least expect them and are presented in packages beyond our imagination. For those of you who are extra curious…. our photo is below.

That’s about all for now. I hope this finds each of you well. Miss my friends in Uganda and am sorry I have not been very good at keeping in touch. I think of you often and smile.
Please let me know how you are doing too.

Theo and I

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 15:13:00 +0000

Theo and I
Originally uploaded by Carrie May

Back in good ol'America

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 17:01:00 +0000

Greetings all!

As of July 13^th, I ended my service with Peace Corps Uganda and am now back in the States. Surprise!!!!

Let me begin by thanking everyone who supported me in my journey from Alaska to Michigan to Uganda and back again. Your care packages, letters, e-mails and kind wishes supported me throughout the many challenging transitions and have went beyond my greatest expectations. You all are a great bunch of friends and family! I couldn’t have done all this with out you!

I ended my Peace Corps service due to complications from presumed malaria on two different occasions in June. Now, getting malaria is very common in Uganda and not unusual for Peace Corps Volunteers. This isn’t something that usually sends Volunteers home. But, in my case the diagnosis and treatment was not certain and had the doctor and nurses at a loss. I had most of the symptoms but, no malaria parasites were ever found. On top of that… I battle intense motion sickness when ever traveling anywhere at anytime in Uganda. I’ve tried everything, homeopathic to hard core meds. Nothing consistently worked. It became insanely severe during my three trips back and forth for treatment in Kampala, the capital city. My all time low was a vomiting marathon on jam packed public transport for two hours straight and then collapsing once I set foot on stable ground. And, then again when I tried to go back to site to pack my things and say goodbye to my local friends. I never made it due to the intense motion sickness and again vomiting. A fellow Peace Corps Volunteer and my Counterpart ended up packing my things and distributing the leftovers. I can laugh and joke about it all now – but, I seriously wanted to die. Every cell in my body was revolting. The whole experience tested my physical and emotional endurance to the outer limits.

Treatment for the presumed malaria and other complications began to improve. But, I knew there was no changing public transport, the roads nor the drivers (all contributing factors to my motion sickness) in Uganda. Now, I was an excellent Peace Corps Volunteer, but public transport was outside of my control ;) After 10 months of trying different strategies, only to find no solution… was difficult to accept.

I am now trying to readjust to American culture. My health is improving and needless to say… no more motion sickness! Thank the Gods. It sure does feel good to be back in good ol’America. The silver lining to the whole experience is I now get to move on to the next stage in my life. Finishing a degree, self-employment and owning a home are next on the list.

Some have asked, “So, are you now ready to settle down? Have you got it all out of your system now?”. I laugh and say, “Yes, I’m ready to create a home base for myself. A place I call my own that I can always come back to. But, am I done traveling? Heck no!!!!”. I am all about building on that freedom and independence that grows in every Peace Corps Volunteer. I’ve stopped looking at the employment ads. Right now, working for anyone except myself just doesn’t feel good. And, I want to feel good! (That’s my new mantra, by the wayJ)

I am now a Pure Romance Consultant. I educate and empower women about their sexuality and how to put the ‘O’ in romance. Through in home parties I provide a safe, comfortable and fun atmosphere to teach women about the sophisticated line of relationship enrichment products. My Hostesses receive free products for inviting their friends over for a fun girl’s night in! More on this in a separate e-mail and a soon to be operational web site for online ordering.

The Pure Romance business plan is perfect for my lifestyle! I can work when I want and travel when I want. It builds on my Peace Corps experience too. I’m transitioning from teaching people about HIV/Aids to teaching women about their sexuality. If you want to know more about what I did during my Peace Corps experience, check out my blog. I have posted my official description of service.

I can honestly say I have never felt more alive than while in Peace Corps. And yet I never felt more like I wanted to die or was going to die than when in Peace Corps. Am I glad I went? Yes, oh yes! Once again a once in a life time experience that has enriched my world view. Irreplaceable really. Would I do it again? For sure! I loved being a Peace Corps Volunteer. But not in Africa or anywhere else that has a poor public transport system and preferably no malaria!

Let me leave you with an appreciation for life in the United States. We truly do not appreciate what we have until we are gone. The American lifestyle is one of endless choice and opportunity. I knew this before going to Uganda but, was not interested in appreciating it as much as I do now. I also now appreciated my friends and family more. I’m not sure where I would be with out your kindness and support. Thank you for coming along with me on this journey. May each of you know the quiet, simple joys and faith I have discovered along the way.

Cheers,

Carrie

Description of Service

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:58:00 +0000

Ms. Carrie May began Peace Corps training on September 26, 2006 at Peace Corps' training site in Luweero, Uganda and completed an intensive ten‑week program. The training program included:

Culture: Ugandan area and cultural studies including politics, geography, values, history, health, with an emphasis how these issues impact Ugandan communities, families, and children (50 hrs).

Technical: General introduction to the public health system in Uganda, with specific emphasis on health care at the grassroots level. The foundation of the training program was built on the following topics: HIV/AIDS and other communicable diseases, malaria prevention, water and sanitation issues, child and maternal health, nutrition and community mobilization (170 hrs).

Language: Study of the Runyooro/Rutorro language, spoken and written (83 hrs); passed her ACTFL exam at the intermediate-low level.

Health/Safety: First aid, tropical medicine, preventative medicine, and personal safety issues (31 hrs).

During this period of Pre‑Service Training, as part of the language and cross‑cultural component of the training program Ms. Carrie May lived with a Runyooro‑speaking Ugandan family. Three weeks of the training included health facilities visits and workshop development.

Ms. Carrie May successfully completed training and was sworn in as a Peace Corps Volunteer on November 30, 2006. She was assigned to work with Emesco Development Foundation located in Karuguuza, Kibaale District. Her service ended on July 12, 2007.

Ms. Carrie May served as a PEPFAR (President's Emergency Plan for Aids Relief) Community Health Volunteer. She trained over 160 Community Health Workers (CHWs), Traditional Birth Attendants (TBAs) and Community Resource Persons through HIV workshops entitled 'Sensitize, Advise, Refer! Confidentially'. Ms. May developed the theme, curriculum, teaching methods and partner agency support through local needs assessments and a positive relationship with her Ugandan Counterpart. Topics included: Pre & Post tests, Role of CHW in HIV prevention, care and treatment, Confidentiality, How it is spread, How not spread, Who should get tested?, Condom demonstrations, Field trip to a Community Resource Center and HIV Clinic, Other support resources, Role-play presentations, debriefings and way forward.

On average, participants who attended the workshop increased their basic HIV knowledge by 21% and thus increased their capacity to fill their role as community leaders. Furthermore, Ms. May supported eight Community Health Workers in their efforts to sensitize their villages on HIV/Aids prevention. These sensitizations and others reached over 520 individuals.

Organizational development was a concurrent area of focus for Ms. May while serving Emesco Development Foundation. She began to build strategies to increase effective communication between management and staff and collaboration/referrals between departments and partner agencies. She also created a manual for the mainstreaming of HIV messages in the Sustainable Agriculture and Integrated Community Health programs.

Ms. May guided her Counterpart and Supervisor in creating a Village Health Baseline Survey to be used by newly trained Community Health Workers and Traditional Birth Attendants.

Ms. May completed an Organizational Strategic Planning workshop that covered developing vision and mission statements, goals, objectives, timelines and budgets. She was also trained in Life Skills Development that target youth and adults.

Ms. May built relationships with several international grantors who fund Emesco Development Foundation and brainstormed with her colleagues and supervisor on how to improve program monitoring and reporting.

Finally, Ms. May participated in HIV Strategic Planning meetings with officials from the Kibaale District. At these meetings she provided leadership to complete community mapping of HIV services for prevention, care and treatment at the District and NGO level. Over 50 HIV/Aids service providers were identified, which will increase awareness and networking and reduce duplication of services in the Kibaale District.

At Karuguzza Post Office

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:11:00 +0000

At Karuguzza Post Office
Originally uploaded by Carrie May

Surronded by my things

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:09:00 +0000

Surronded by my things
Originally uploaded by Carrie May

How much can a Muzungu push in the mud

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 09:56:00 +0000

How much can a Muzungu push in the mud
Originally uploaded by Carrie May

Onu munywani wange, Ibara Melissa

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Fri, 18 May 2007 09:41:00 +0000

Onu munywani wange, Ibara Melissa
Originally uploaded by Carrie May.

Remember those photos of family and friends I collected before I left? Well, they are a great ice breaker and easy way to pass the time waiting for more people to show up for a meeting. It's also great for sharing that American culture. People love it ~ I keep the small album in my backpack and take it where ever I go.

Considering finishing that degree...

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 10 May 2007 09:59:00 +0000

I have applied to two different schools for admission into their Bachelor’s of Arts in Interdisciplinary Studies for an Individualized online degree program. They include Metropolitan State University in Minnesota and Empire State College in New York.

I had to write an essay for application to admission for one of the schools. I thought I would share it with all of you as well.

“At this time, I serve as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Uganda until November 2008. I envision my future employers may be an international development/grant making foundation, an NGO, the United States Federal Government or self employment as a consultant. After living in Alaska for five years, I have become accustomed to the developing, rural areas and prefer a simple independent life living overseas while still holding on my American culture.

My professional experience includes work over six years with school districts, small non-profit organizations and at the State Government level. My dedication to service learning is demonstrated through pervious leadership positions with community based groups and student organizations. It is now, as a Peace Corps Volunteer, that I gain valuable experience in the international devolvement arena.

An interdisciplinary degree, online from Empire State College, will allow me to practice a new disciple in learning, It will also bring together my life and work experiences into a cohesive degree; a degree that represents me, my future and my interdisciplinary strengths.

Entering as a transfer student with potential elective credits already in horticulture, education and social work – My interests are now aligned to maximize my capacity for work in the international development and public administration arenas. This could include courses in grant monitoring and evaluation, programming for capacity building, organizational or workforce development.

Labor market information on America’s Job Bank shows an average increase of 21 % (in Michigan) for positions such as Social and Community Service Specialists with average salaries that can more than support my desired lifestyle. Because my interest are varied, yet connected, I appreciate the opportunity to self design my degree with a mentor for added guidance and value. Weather I pursue self employment, non-profit work or public service – I know adding value to my current skills and experience will prove to be an investment with dividends beyond my imagination.”

Sound open ended yet convincing? There are definite undertones of my work with the State of Alaska Department of Labor. One of the best things I got out of that professional experience was a practical approach to education and training as it relates to a real job. How much education and training is really needed to do the job you want to do? I constantly ask myself this. That, and of course… How much will it cost ;)

I have done pretty well for someone who does not have a degree. There is a tipping point really between using the skills and experience you all ready have and can maybe build on through on-the-job training and that added value of a formal degree from academia. Maybe it’s the allure of a higher earning potential or prestige that causes so many to jump into degree programs at the Bachelor and Master’s level.

For me, it’s more of a cosmic alignment. If you remember from my previous post… I have three current goals. 1. live and work overseas. 2. have a home. 3. finish a degree. I never thought I may be able to accomplish all three by doing the Peace Corps. But, as my fate would have it, it just may be possible by starting an online degree while I’m here and using the re-settling in allowance for a potential down payment upon return. J

Blurb about rafting

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 10 May 2007 09:52:00 +0000

About a month ago I went rafting on the great Rile River. The source of the Nile is Lake Victoria in Uganda, near Jinja town. Sorry, didn’t take any pictures. But here’s the highlights: Several, several grade 5 rapids and real water falls. I wasn’t scared going into it. I’ve been rafting before, in Chile during a study abroad. But, let me tell ya on a rapid they call the ‘G’ spot I really thought I was going to die. I had fallen out of the boat before and made it back to the raft with out any problems. The ‘G’ spot was a different story. It was extra long and powerful. The current kept pushing me down again and again. And, I needed to breathe. Just when I thought I made it back up to the surface, I was pushed back down by another rapid and took in more water. I have never felt this way. The key is to not freak out. But, when you are under water being tossed around without a sense of which way is up – who doesn’t freak out? Death by drowning is no way to go.

The rapids eventually calmed down. I hacked and coughed my way into some sort of composure, laid on my back with my feet up and just drifted until a rescue kayak came to pick me and bring me back to the raft. As they hauled my exhausted body back into the raft, I thought…Man; I can’t believe I just paid money to feel that way. Will I do that again? No, I don’t think so!

Moments thus far in Kampala

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 10 May 2007 09:49:00 +0000

Kampala, the capital city of Uganda. It seems for one reason or another I end up coming into Kampala about once a month. Could include: medical visits, passing through on the way to a training/conference or just for some good ol’R&R.

Each visit opens a world of possibilities I never knew existed. Maybe a newfound resource or contact through the Peace Corps office, a great Indian restaurant, city night life and ‘muzungu’ hang outs, an easier route from the taxi park to my hotel, a near by supermarket that has the crackers and peanut butter that I like (still not as good as American peanut butter) or discovering a different suburb of the city.

This recent visit included a tour of the US Embassy here in Uganda. Impressive, just about sums it up. All of our jaws dropped at the site of the building. I think it is fair to assume it’s the largest Embassy in Uganda. I’ve passed by several European Embassies while walking along the road. They are nice. But, the US Embassy was like an institution. What a presence.

Our tour included briefings from some Embassy staff, the Center for Disease Control (CDC), Consular Office and from USAID. It was a theoretical ‘Career Day’ for anyone considering life in the Foreign Service. I really enjoyed it. Why is that? Maybe because the thought of working life back in the States seems to be an enormous monster, ready to suck my very essence of being only to recycle it back into the masses. Am I jaded? Or, do I just know what I want and not willing to settle for less?

Meeting these people and hearing their stories validates my desire for life outside the US. It really is possible. Life and work over seas is a far cry from my upbringing and family history back in Michigan. I like to think I am paving the way for future generations to think outside of the box, outside of what they see day in and day out. Coming from a strong blue-collar, low to mid class family makes one better equipped for life in a developing country - Being able to relate to people on a tangible level through struggle, hard work and dreams allows for trust, honesty and patience.

My most recent great time in Kampala included several soul comforting hot showers, a homemade meal and easy conversation with a new found friend, the music of John Mayer, James Blunt and listening to old pod casts of the NPR show – The News from Lake Wobegon. Oh, and I can’t forget the newest great find… DVD’s of seasons one and two of Grey’s Anatomy. Some days I have all I enjoy of American culture right at my fingertips.

One of my first meals in the new place!

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Fri, 04 May 2007 07:07:00 +0000

One of my first meals in the new place!
Originally uploaded by Carrie May.

Thanks to Aunt Jen for the spagetti sauce mix and Aunt Lisa for the Oprah magazines!

First party in new place!

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:28:00 +0000

April 21, 2007

So, I have just hosted my first meal in my new home. I organized it as a thank you lunch for the staff at Hotel Starlight. I spent 4 moths living with them. It was most times nice to come back to a place where they greet you and if you ever get bored, there are always people around. Comforting somehow.

But, now I have entered my own home. Thanks to the countless laborers, carpenter, contractors and especially Emily Kugonza for making it all possible. It is so nice having my own space to arrange, cook and garden.

Now back to my thank you and welcome lunch party….. I spent plenty of time thinking about how to do it and ensure that there was the right amount of American and Ugandan culture. Me cooking would not be an option. And, I do not have a maid helping me with the cooking and cleaning as most others do. So, I contacted one of our local restaurants to cater the meal.

This was the perfect solution. They provided everything. Thank the Gods because I only have two plates, one cup and two forks! That would not do. We had a huge traditional Ugandan meal. Which included: Matoke (steamed mashed/raw bananas), rice, sweet potatoes, Irish potatoes, ground nut (peanut) sauce, chicken with sauce, cabbage and tomatoes. How nice to have such service where they prepare, serve and clean-up. All for 20,000 shillings (about $11.50) for 10 people.

I found my self in the usual first time hosting anxious/nervous complex. “What have I forgotten?, Will they be comfortable here? Why are they late? Will the food still be warm? What about conversation?” Needless to say, I was more nervous than they were.

They came in shifts, as they could not leave the hotel and restaurant unattended. The best moments (as they always are, whether I’m deep in the villages or in my home) were when they looked through my photo albums. The images they see of America and the other countries I’ve been to may be very different; but, they know families. Everyone knows the concept and traditional structures of family. “Onu mama wange, Onu tata wange. Tata wange akafa.” (This is my mom. This is my father. My father has died.) And, on it goes to photos of Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandmas and Sister and Brother.

The wedding photos of my sister’s wedding and images of my mom and grandma always get remarks. “Aye, your mom and grand mom looks so young.” And, “You look fat.” There is no shame in this country. It’s like saying you are tall. I laugh and say, “Yes, I am fat but I have reduced since that photo.” They agree….

That’s all for now folks!

My Bike on public transport!

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 08:13:00 +0000

My Bike on public transport!
Originally uploaded by Carrie May.

Yes, I tried them.

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 13:37:00 +0000

Yes, I tried them.
Originally uploaded by Carrie May.

Ants and tea. Dead and Suateed.

Usefulness, motion sickness & independance

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 10:31:00 +0000

2-24-07

So a couple weeks ago we conducted a phase one of a four phase workshop for 15 Community Health Workers and 15 Traditional Birth Attendants. It was a week long and residential. Topics included: Primary Health Care, Community Based Health Care, Health & Development, Community Entry Process, Role and Qualities of CHW’s and TBA’s, Data Collection and Analysis, Participatory Planning and Attitude change.

I was not sure exactly what to expect of the training or how I could best contribute. The language factor is a definite barrier to the efficiency of any direct services I may offer. My counterpart does good translation for me. But, the subjects I have presented thus far are all things he could present on his own; he is quite knowledgeable and has the trust of the people. I’m afraid my main role has been the ‘Muzungu factor’. Meaning, the topic or presentation takes on special importance and more attentive listeners when a white person talks or is present in the room or under the mango treeJ .

I imagine most people are just curious about what I may have to say about a given topic or how the words sound coming out of my mouth. This is much the same as my curiosity when they speak. Some people are really animated when they use their local language. Not only with their voice but, the facial expressions and body language sometimes leaves me intrigued. Why can’t Americans be that animated when they speak? Maybe it’s because we watch too much TV! Ha…..

It was a good training. A lot of topics were covered in a short period of time with participants of varying literacy levels and ability to grasps new community based concepts. By the end of the week, I thought of several ways I can contribute or at least be more of assistance in the preparation for the next phase of training the TBA’s and CHW’s. Using Role Plays and breaking away from the lecture format are ways I think the participants can get more out of the training. Hands-on/experiancial learning works well around the globe!

For some reason, that week of training left me aching to get out of town….. to see someplace new and just go. This ache to get out of town causes difficulties knowing that I also have an intense motion sickness problem on public transport in Uganda. It is the most difficult I have ever experienced. I grew-up with the childhood motion sickness on family vacations around Michigan….my brother and sister would clutch their pillows and huddling together on the other side of the Suburban as I vomited. Since then, I occasionally feel nauseous when riding in a small car in the States or on crowed buses overseas. But, here in Uganda it’s a totally different ball game.

The first time was during training. Imagine a mini-van full of 12 young American females, bouncing along a long dirt road for what felt like forever. We ask how much longer to the driver. He says, “Not much farther, only 1 more mile.” Yeah, right! After over an hour in the back of that van, I was ready to have a break down. The driver finally pulled to the side of the road; I got out and sat in the grass and dirt, thankful to be on stable ground and not be moving. It was raining but I didn’t care. I would rather be wet, dirty and walk the rest of the way than get back in that van.

More recently, I needed to go into Kampala for the weekend. The public transport in Karuguuza only leaves at 5:00am. The driver thankfully gave me the front seat. Karuguuza is about 1 ½ hours from the pavement. I did OK for the first ½ hour, then comes the nausea and dizziness. About 30 km from the pavement I was heavily into chanting “I can do this, I can do this….” Then, I lost it. I lost it all down the front of me and in my handkerchief. The driver thankfully pulled to the side of the road. I instantly felt better. I pulled out a clean shirt from my bag, striped off the soiled one (in front of everyone mind you!) and got back in. Breasts are not a big deal here; it’s the knees, thighs and such that are more desirable here.

Now you know my plight. So, aching to get out of town is not as simple as just deciding to go. I needed to feel that I have the freedom to just ‘go’ anytime I want. It’s that strong independent nature in me. I knew that if I took that route out of Karuguuza I was sure to vomit. I dreaded it. But there is another driver who leaves town around the same time but takes a shorter and less bumpy route. Ah ha, I have solved my problem. I will go with the other driver. I can handle the 45 min. of dirt road and get off at the pavement and find a different bus to Fort Portal (which is all paved).

As I began to talk to my local friends about my ingenious plan, I realized the locals know far more than this independent outsider ever could. They tell me the driver has just lost his daughter and mother. The burial is tomorrow. He will not be driving for a couple days. I of course felt compassion and sympathy for him and his family. But, dang… I really want to get out of town. My ingenious plan is finished. I felt defeated. I went to the bar and bought some wine as my consolation prize.

I woke the next morning with the ache still inside me. It was Saturday, I needed to do SOMETHING. I filled my camel pack with water, a bit of money, some fried cassava and my phone and set off on my bike. I figured I would just ride until I got tired and turn around and come back. In my mind I thought if I can make it to the base of that steep hill where the river crosses, I’ll be good.

Come to find out, I made it to that point with in 45 min. and I was feeling great. So, I kept on going. This route is dirt, very hilly and the most direct route to the pavement. After an hour, I began to wonder… maybe I can bike all the way to the pavement? I wasn’t sure how many km it was; but, what’s the harm in trying? After 2 hours I figured I made it half way, stopped for a rest and a truck passed me. It was the only one I saw that day. He ended up being a Board Member from the NGO I am placed with. He said, “Where you headed?” “I’m not sure, but maybe where the dirt meets the pavement”, I said. Maybe I can make it to Fort Portal after all!

I ended up putting my bike in the back of his truck and getting a ride the rest of the way to the pavement. I met some good people in the next town and they helped me put my bike on a bus to Fort Portal. Man, maybe my independent spirit will prove successful after all! When I got off the bus in Fort Portal I went to the bank, bought a change of clothes, some soap and checked into a cheap hotel. I made it! I felt on top of the world. Now, how many times do we get to experience this sense of true freedom? Not enough!

I had an excellent time – even, better than if I would have planned it all out. Seeking out the unknown was incredibly low stress and inspiring. I ate good food, shopped, had fun conversation over drinks at the hotel AND got a full body massage for only $3!

Posing along the trail

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 08 Feb 2007 07:00:00 +0000

Posing along the trail
Originally uploaded by Carrie May.

Lots of new photos on Flickr...... enjoy!

MISS YOU ALL ~

Laughing after a good days work!

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 07:07:00 +0000

Laughing after a good days work!
Originally uploaded by Carrie May.

Sulaiti, my counter part, and I.

My Audience

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 14:18:00 +0000

Who’s reading this thing anyway? The reality is that you never really know. It’s the nature of internet. My words and photos are open to any and all to see and interpret.

I do, however, know of my target audience. Or, at least know of those who tell me they read it. They include: family and friends in Michigan and Alaska, former Supervisors and colleagues in Alaska and Michigan, my current Supervisor and colleagues at Emesco, Peace Corps Uganda staff, fellow Volunteers and the random person who curiously stumbles upon my blog.

Because of the diversity with in my target audience, I try to tailor my posts to the ‘G’ rated version. I have written a few letters and e-mails. Those lucky souls get the PG – PG13 version of events. And my personal journal is the only place that borders on the R rating. Sorry…. Or some of you may be thanking me!

I know as time goes on, I will either become more adventurous in my topics or my daily life will become so common place that I will run out of things to write about. Who knows! For your sake….Let’s hope for more adventurous topics.

Catching up, funny moments and amazing care packages!

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 25 Jan 2007 14:03:00 +0000

1-22-07

Catching up…

Forgot to mention the past holiday was the easiest I’ve had in years. I think my most difficult was my first holiday in Homer, Alaska. I was new in town – didn’t know many people yet. And, I was still getting used to being alone and living with out running water. My past holiday here was a breeze. Mainly because it didn’t feel like Christmas. A steedy 82 degrees outside had alot to do with it. To summarize: attended an end of year party with Emesco staff, partners and community leaders, attended the Christmas day mass in Runyooro, Christmas night dinner and drinks with new friends, enjoyed a visit and company of a fellow PC Volunteer over New Year’s weekend, ate goat on a stick and danced in the New Year doing ‘calypso’ under African skies!

So, I bought some DVD’s in Kampala, the capital city, over the past weekend. There are no copy write or anti-piracy laws here – so, you can find knock off DVD’s for cheap. (about $6 each!) It’s pretty weird to watch them, especially for longer periods of time. I totally forget that I’m in Uganda and the drastic cultural differences between America and Uganda. I have yet to decide if watching them is good thing for me…. I feel pretty disoriented after zoning out to ‘Sex and the City’ for a good hour only to be slapped with culture shock once I closed the computer screen. It’s like a drug. Get the quick ‘American’ fix and come down off it with all the withdrawal symptoms! Is it worth it?

There are no chickens in the whole District. They are finished. Or, so I have been told. I got pretty used to eating my daily chips and chicken – only to one day find out there are no more. How can that be? Did I single handedly eat all the chickens in the 30 mile radius? Or, did I eat them too quickly – so, they were unable to produce off spring and now they are extinct? Needless to say, I still have a lot to learn about agricultural and economic development. Now a days I eat chips and pork. There are plenty of fat pigs and little piglets running around town. When I see one cross the road in front of me on my bike, it just makes me laugh. Not sure why? Maybe it’s the tail; maybe it’s the fact that it’s just so ‘normal’ here and yet seems so random.

Stamps are finished as well. Went to the post office yesterday to mail off and over due letter to a long time friend in Michigan, only to find out – there are no stamps. From my days in bush Alaska, I know how important and influential workers at the post office are. An incredible amount of trust is put in their hands. And, in a small town – they can be a link to the outside world. I made sure to befriend our local post lady. Maybe there will be stamps tomorrow.

1-17-06

A word about care packages ~

All I can say is amazing! I mean really AMAZING! I can not believe the extent and thought people have put into these packages to send to me. I have received several in the last couple weeks. Each and every one of them makes me smile.

1-5-06

Funny moments

So, the children in town have figured out where I work and exactly were I sit in the office. Those that collect water at the town bore hole see me as they walk down the hill to town. These kinds, age 5 and up, carry big jerry cans of water on their heads. When they spot me seated at my desk, they spot and stare. Some wave and giggle.

Today, one boy really wanted to get my attention…he took the jerry can off his head and proceeded to do a dance in the middle of the road! I waved, laughed and they continued on down the road. Made me smile.

Irregular entries with Mefloquine

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:45:00 +0000

So, I know I don’t have as many regular entries on this blog as the traditional blogger. For those who are regulars, please forgive me. You will find that there are regular updates on the photos though….. This is because it is much easier to just take a photo, load it and let the image tell the story.

This is how my mind works – you see. There is plenty of ‘time’ for reflection and composition of a blog entry. But, for many reasons it’s like pulling teeth to sit down and do it. Many factors contribute to this: electricity is only available when the generator is on, I lack the discipline, sometimes difficult to convey topics in the ‘G’ rated version – as this blog is open to anyone and everyone to read, and I suspect my malaria prophylaxis (Mefloquine) has contributed many times in my inability to concentrate.

I am now switching to Doxycycline and hopeful that the side effects of these meds will not be too disturbing. Malaria is very prevalent in this area, so much so that if someone has a fever they automatically treat for Malaria. When talking with people who mention they are not feeling well…. They refer to malaria as Americans would like the common cold. It is common for some one to have malaria at least twice a year. It seems to correlate with the end of the rainy seasons. Believe it or not, malaria kills more people (300 a day in Uganda) each year than HIV/Aids.

Needless to say, malaria is nothing to mess around with. So, I take my prophylaxis and sleep under the mosquito net religiously. The prophylaxis we take will not prevent us from getting malaria. It does however build up a sort of resistance, lessens the effects and prolongs the window period if we do happen to come down with the red blood cell bursting parasite.

Visiting the villages

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:42:00 +0000

My favorite part of my work so far is doing field work – which means biking to surrounding villages, observing, talking, listening and seeing some beautiful people and places.

There are about ten villages with in biking distance from Karuguuza that I will focus on initially. I have been to six so far. My visits usually follow the same format:
I ride on ahead of my counterpart, Sulaiti, who eventually rides ahead of me on the motorcycle to the targeted village. Some are on the main dirt road. Others follow a one track foot path through high vegetation up and down many rolling hills.

Upon arriving, I’m a bit winded but all smiles as everyone is most eager to meet the Muzungu (white person). They are always most welcoming and surprised that I arrived to their village via the mountain bike. Some even harass my counterpart as to why he did not carry me in the back of his motorcycle, like a true gentleman. And, we are both quick to explain that Peace Corps does not allow Volunteers to drive or even ride on the back of motorcycles. I also tell them I enjoy the exercise and this seems to establish some form of sincerity in their village. The Cannon/Reverend from Ibambura I think put it best: “If the government and people of the United States can send this young women all the way to Uganda then move to Karuguuza for two years only to then ride her bicycle up these hills to our village to talk to us about HIV/Aids ….. why can’t we take this disease seriously and stop the spread of HIV by sharing her message with all those are not here. Next time she comes, the whole village should be here.”

What the people I meet don’t know is that it is me who is truly humbled and eternally grateful for the opportunity to even be in their village, let alone grow to know residents and life in their village. This is truly a once in a life time experience. I feel very fortunate to work with Emesco Development Foundation and be placed with my Counterpart, Sulaiti.

This man really loves his job and is amazing at it. When we arrive in these villages, I can instantly tell he is well respected. Sulaiti can sit and make small talk (or at least I think its small talk in Runyooro) and keep people engaged for hours on end. We often wait, on average, an hour upon arriving for people to show up for the meeting. Sulaiti outlines the objectives for the meeting (familiarization tour and HIV/Aids needs assessment), invites people to introduce themselves and I in turn introduce myself. I usually take this opportunity to share a few details about my self with them. Things like: not married, no kids, age 28, studied horticulture, one sister and brother, worked in AK for 5 years, born in Michigan, been in Uganda for over 2 months now, will stay for 2 years - seems to break the ice and gain some trust.

Even though some people have good English skills, Sulaiti does all my translation – as my Runyooro is still limited. And, once again – he’s amazing at it. When he speaks….the only thing I can compare him to – ah, a motivational speaker. He’s animated, powerful, direct and can make people laugh. He also has a remarkable way of addressing an issue in a straight forward and simple manner while still allowing people to feel empowered to make change.

Needs Assesments & Sustainability

noreply@blogger.com (Carrie May) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:41:00 +0000

The experience of having a group discussion through translation is something I did not expect to enjoy. It’s like a dance really, a maneuvering of the languages across the dance floor from person to person. My questions usually begin with:
Can you tell me about how HIV/Aids has affected your community? This usually sets the tone and serves as a guide for my following questions.

Can you tell me how HIV is spread and how it is prevented?
Can you tell me about the ABC model President Museveni started? (Abstinence, Be faithful and Condoms)
What population is most at risk for HIV in your community?
Where do people get condoms in your community, and do you know how to use them?
Do your children know about HIV?
What is the best way to reach youth with HIV sensitization messages?
What can be done for people who already living with HIV in your community?
What is your role as community leaders in the prevention and care of those affected by HIV/Aids in your village?

These are my stock questions. The discussions, sometimes lasting 3 hours, take on many directions with in community health. These related topics include: family planning, access to safe water, bed nets for malaria prevention and additional training for Community Health Workers in voluntary testing and counseling.

These Community Health Workers (CHW’s) are truly grass roots and the link to program sustainability. They are not paid for their time and only charge minimal fees to restock their medical supply kit. Their home becomes a form of clinic in the village to treat common aliments such as, malaria, anemia, worms, headache, cuts, burns, diarrhea, eye infection, skin infections, ect..

Their medical kits were supplied by Emesco who also provided a several week course in Community Health for each of the CHW’s. To date, there are 45 CHW’s. Each one was chosen by their own village which also has a Village Health Committee. It is hard to imagine that before Emesco came along, there was absolutely nothing – or structure for addressing community health in these 45 villages. Training CHW’s and empowering villages to form Village Health Committees is definitely the sustainable way to go. I am learning so much in the way of sustainable approaches in rural development.