A sneak peak into life in Uganda, Africa

So here I am in this beautiful country called Uganda.  When driving from the airport to the house in Kampala at 01h00 in the morning, the humidity took me right back to Grenada.  The lush green vegetation, the bird life, the heat on the sweltering days, the feeling of island life, it is really beautiful here.

We live in a ‘compound’ style manner, two families, a staff member, a full time gardener, two full time ladies working in the house and with the children, a security guard from sunset to sunrise, 4 dogs and a farm yard of hens, chicks, roosters, ducks and rabbits.  These animals provide us with endless hours of entertainment and learning.  Having these animals also allows Joshua to now be responsible for various duties which entertain and educate all day long.

We have started a food farm which will soon start producing good crops to feed the household.  Our current garden consists of, butternut, garlic, onions, beetroot, spinach, carrots and hot peppers.  The herb garden consists of chives, dill, parsley, coriander, borage, red basil chervil and chamomile.

As of August we will begin harvesting which will have a positive impact on the health of the families and the weekly spending on vegetables from the local market place.  We currently spend 160 000 UGS on fruit and vegetables on a monthly basis, which feeds 8 people twice a day along with fruit snacks in between.

The current exchange rate is:  1 USD = 2500 UGS

So with the current exchange rate in mind, we are spending, 64 USD per month on vegetables and fruit for a family of eight.  I think that is pretty damn good considering we are eating fruit and vegetables every single day!

The municipal water here is pretty disgusting.  So we are ONLY able to drink bottled water.  Some days the tap water is clear but on most days the water is brown and smells like fish.  Yugggghhhhhh!  We use tap water to wash and cook with and bottled water for brushing teeth, drinking and washing the fruit and vegetables.  The fruit and vegetables are soaked in a vinegar and bottled water solution to rid them of any farming poisons and residue from bad water that the locals use in the market place to wash the produce with.

Recycling is a part of our daily lives.  Every single packet, piece of cardboard, plastic bottle, wood, nails, lace curtains, piping and wire is reused somewhere in the house or in the garden.  All raw peels from the kitchen are thrown into the ‘big hole’ along with used tea bags.  This method produces the best compost which then goes into the vegetable gardens.  We are on ‘big hole’ number two already since the 3 June.  It’s amazing how much a household produces which in city homes, is just tossed into the bin instead of being used in other ways.

The local shops are just outstanding.  Living local is again proving to be the way to go.  They stock something of everything and if you are not fussy and happy to live local then you will be able to shop comfortably at the funky purple wooden shop down the road.  Being vegetarian helps a whole lot too ;-). 

The local market is half the price of the fruit and vegetables available in the big shops.  I absolutely love spending time wondering around the market.  There are hundreds of stalls in the Nakawa Market.  A never ending variety of, bright healthy fruits, vegetables, beans, rice, flour, maize, herbs and spices.  All sold per kilogram.  The produce is packed in plates on display with prices so the prices you see are those you pay.  There are however stalls that don’t display prices and those are usually the ones that try and charge you higher prices than those that the local people get.

The market also sells ‘used’ clothing and shoes which comes from America and China.  It’s crazy, simply because their ‘used’ is like our ‘new’ back home.  Again the prices are pretty good and even better when you shop with a local. 

My shopping buddy is Vivien, one of the local ladies that work in our house.  Vivien speaks the lingo and gets local prices.  When I refer to local prices, each item is usually 1000 UGS cheaper than what visitors and ex pats are charged. 

The food stores offer most luxuries that we find in Jozi.  Here in Kampala we shop at Capitol Shopper, which is like a Pick n Pay Hyper, it’s a two level store and the variety of products on offer is outstanding for an African country.  There is a Shoprite and a Game here where you can find Rooibos Tea if needed, otherwise the local brands are all good.  I find it pretty easy to settle into the local brands, afterall why travel to different countries and stress to find those SA brands that you are used too.  You travel to experience other countries in every way including food.

My week is pretty busy with teaching, laundry, growing seeds, planting seedlings, digging and spending time with Joshua.  I teach the staff different ways to get their chores done, ways that are ‘green’ and smart.  Vivien could only cook stew, beans, rice and spaghetti, now she cooks spaghetti bolognaise, pasta salads, green salads, three bean salad, filled pancakes, fluffy rice, pizza, meatballs, hamburgers… shoo the list is now endless.  The cool thing is that Vivien is now a competent cook who can cook a variety of delicious meals for a family of eight.

Our garden is huge and drenched in vegetation, which brings the most amazing variety of birdlife into very close proximity.  So close, you can clearly see the colors and markings on the birds.  The skies are alive with storks and cranes, what a sight, seeing fifteen storks all sitting in a big tree.  The birds of prey fly overhead all day every day.  From Yellow Billed Kites to Vultures!  Yip, great big ugly vultures in the trees above.

It is now Uganda’s rainy season which means rain almost every day.  If you don’t wake up to the rains then you will have a down pour in the afternoon.  Sometimes daily chores are easy in the fine rains but when the heaven’s open and the rain pours it’s time to retreat indoors unless you have foul weather gear.  All indoor work is done when we are unable to go outdoors.

Baz works just over the road from the house, which is AWESOME!  He starts work at 08h30, so leaves home on foot at 08h25 (if he hasn’t pulled an all nighter), then pops back over for tea at 11h00 and then lunch at 13h00.  On installation days Baz is on site 2 hours away and then we see him at breakfast the following morning.  It’s pretty cool having that small luxury of eating three meals a day together.  A luxury, that city life doesn’t offer families these days.

Life here in Uganda is good.  The food is plentiful, the people are friendly and it pretty much rains all year round. 

Love the life you live and live the life you love.

Peace love and happiness always. 

Blu

Bright lights, big city, bad people!

Our time of limbo in South Africa has been an adventure all of its own.  We arrived back in South Africa on the 23 January and took up residence in Pretoria which lasted all of 50 days.  The first few weeks we spent enjoying the luxuries of city life, a private bedroom with a double bed, a bath with running water, a cupboard to unpack our clothes into, shops close by, slabs of chocolate and delicious home cooked meals.  But with those luxuries of the big bad city comes the big bad people. 

Barry left for Uganda as planned on the 2^nd March and right away I felt like a part of my soul was gone.  Considering that we have hardly been apart in the 7 years of our relationship, I took it quite well I think, until my boat was rocked, my patience was tested, my faith in the universe shook and my friendship, with whom I assumed was my good friend, failed dismally. 

So here is the long and the short of it, and of course without naming names, but I know the people involved read our blog and so know who they are. 

 

On the 16^th March, Baz had been in Uganda for only two weeks, always worried about Joshua and I, missing us terribly while in a strange country far away from all that he knows and loves.  And BAM life as he knew it was all shot to hell!

Early hours on this day in March I was accused by an apparent prominent lawyer and her family, situated in Johannesburg, of being her younger brother’s drug dealer.  I endured abusive phone calls and sms’, hysterical screaming from a person who is apparently this prominent lawyer (who should in my books behave in a more professional manner) threatening me with the police and child welfare.  I was instructed to leave the property that I was renting a room at, at the time.  I was told that I was a disgusting mother and that my children deserve better. I was also told that this particular family had read my Facebook wall and my blog and that they ‘know what kind of person I am’.  

LAUGH OUT LOUD, what kind of person I am?  Hmmmmm, considering that this is the only family on this planet that doesn’t like me out of the thousands of people whose paths have crossed with me in my lifetime, I would say then that YOUR OPINION OF ME DOESN’T COUNT.

Why was I accused of that?  Because I smoke marijuana.  Yes, there you have it.  I smoke marijuana!  Do I smoke it every day? No.  Do I sell marijuana?  No.  Do I go and buy marijuana from the local guy on the street corner like a junkie?  No.  Do my children go hungry?  are they abused in any way, do my children think or love me any less? No.

I smoke marijuana because I choose an alternative lifestyle, I choose NOT to take anti-depressants, I choose to make use of alternative medicines instead of taking those harmful drugs prescribed by doctors.  I choose not to educate my son in accordance with that bullshit that is taught by the corrupt school teachers of today. I choose to stay away from anything to do with politics, I choose a life of travel with my life partner and my child because we choose not to conform to the norms of society.  And my hairstyle of choice… dreadlocks. 

 

Hmmmm… could that be the reason why this family chose me as their scapegoat instead of actually taking their own son to task and ensuring that he takes responsibility for the choices that he makes in life.  Ensuring that the police were involved in the so called 'bust', instead of trying to entrap me into something that, I actually had no involvement with.  Instead of buying and lying their way through life?  What kind of future does this boy have?  The mightier you are the harder you fall, so they say.  So let the mighty then fall hard.

Wow, how sad that one family, just one family can be that shallow and overlook the fact that their son is actually the drug dealer and addict.  How sad that one family believes that they have a right to try and destroy good people with accusations when they in fact are the ones who are the very example of those who are destructive and ooze evil into society.  How sad that this family believes that their son is innocent and everyone around him are the ones to blame for his drug soaked lifestyle.  Phew!

Anyhow, so since the 16^th March, Joshua and I have been doing the best we can with the little that we have had and boy have we done real well.  We are super blessed to have some very special people in our lives, people who came forward and opened up their homes to us. Friends, who actually live up to the status of being our friends.  Friends who took us in, offered us support, advice and always put Joshua’s welfare first!  Real special people who have a real special place in my heart.

Joshua and I have stayed in five different homes in the last 8 weeks!! Not an easy way to live as every home has their own ways which are not our ways. But yet they made space when they didn’t have any and they did so without judgement.  Travelling with our backpacks, camping mattresses, a sleeping bag and a pillow, we backpacked like true champs.

I am so grateful that Joshua is the free spirited boy that he is, because 99% of today’s children would not have survived this adventure the way that he has.  Always smiling, always doing his bit to make this adventure exciting and happy.  Always taking time out of his busy day to put his arms around my neck and squeeze me so tight while reassuring me that “everything will be alright Mamma”  What a boy he is.

 

The saddest thing for Joshua was coming to learn the truth about his 'friend', this youngster, who was the reason why we went from being safe and settled while Dad is up Africa, to being home-less, unsettled and real sad at times.  It’s a sad lesson to learn at the age of 5, but he now has a very good understanding that he is NOT to trust anyone, not even his friends because it’s usually those closest to you that will hurt you real bad and let you down in life.  Our boy is now so much wiser.

So here we are, our last few days in Jozi.  We are in a good place, we are packing, shopping, packing and shopping some more.  Joshua and I are extremely excited to be joining Barry in Uganda soon.  Another awesome adventure is about to begin.  

Grateful, to be showing the middle finger to those who have been the cause of some heart-wrenching moments during the last few weeks.  Sad, to be saying farewell to those that we love and miss the most while we travel.  Super excited to be reunited with Barry again.

Today I say thank you to those of you who have opened your homes to Joshua and I, for one night, a weekend and up to two weeks.  Thank you to those of you who have taken us out for a meal and reassured us that all will be good.  Thank you to those of you who have bought us a few groceries and ensured that we have been fed and taken care of.  My list of thanks is endless. 

My most important thanks go out to Barry who is thousands of km’s away and has supported me and believed in me every step of the way.  Who has continued to love me unconditionally and who has motivated me to just keep on going.  This man, who has sacrificed so much for the greater good of his family. 

And me… I am stronger, more spiritual and I am even more convinced that our choice in our alternative lifestyle is the right way and the only way!  People will befriend you and they will stab you in the back whilst acting in a cowardly manner.  Those people are the very kind that I dismiss out of my life without hesitation.  I see that we are surrounded by nasty and destructive people.  Those people have no space in my life.  Ever!

I have always believed in KARMA and phew, I must admit, I don’t feel an inch of sympathy for those who have karma knocking on their doors, if not already, then soon.  The karma bus is on route and I am the driver ;-)

Bring on our new adventure.  Time to leave the bright lights of the big bad city behind.  Time to go where we are always happy. Time to continue our African dream xx

Remember to educate yourself before you accuse someone.  It will save you from and those around you from a whole lot of hurt.  Don't be a coward, if you want to know then simply ask.  Don't go and spread nasty rumors because at the end of it all, it is you who is un-liked, not trusted and your life will be filled with loneliness and bitterness.  

Peace, love and happiness always!

Blu

Life up Africa - Uganda!

Kampala the capital of Uganda, what a vibrant pulsing city. It seems never to sleep, I've traveled all hours of the day and night and the energy never changes. You can get anything you want here, just don't expect to find it in the likely places, there is a game a shopprite, but there are a thousand small shops in every nook and cranny. 

Ten thousand motor vehicles crowd the hand full of roads and twice as many Boda Boda (100cc motorbikes) local transport. All viaing for the same inconceivable space. No such thing as road rage here, find your hole fit in it and keep going.

The first thing that struck me about Kampala and Entebbe is how clean it is, clean in terms of litter. After spending the last year travelling south America and the carribean and noting the amount of trash every where it was a pleasant surprise to see a country take pride in its towns.
Saying this there is sand a red sand with a dust that covers everything everywhere, you can't escape it. It makes everything feel old and tied a dirty dusty Africa.

Ugandans what a nation, self opinionated, racist and stubborn, yet content, not worried about much, other than there business.
They are pleasant clever people willing to laugh and share life.

Being on latitude 0 is on bucket list, turns out its not far from me, living on the equator is not what I anticipated, I thought it would be hotter, rain more but the contrast is not so great.

Now working in Uganda, is an experience,, not to be taken for granted every thing is a challenge and if you can't think on your feet then this place will break you down, nothing is what it is and just because it worked yesterday doesn't mean it will work today. 

So I'm three weeks in and a whole bunch of weeks to go, what cool place, what a cool job and what an adventure.

Until next time
Eyes up