Friday, June 25, 2010

My week


JAMBO!! Today is such a great day! Portugal is going to win their match against Brasil and then the world will be a better place. It’s hard because I love Brazil, and when they are not playing against Portugal they are my team. I dressed in Portugal colors today and I am sure everyone is wondering why I am wearing Christmas colors in the middle of summer.. My eyes are acting really weird. I will stop talking about Portugal while the adobe is downloading so that I can watch them play!

(above: The Oasis.. my favorite Atx place)

This week has been a really great week. It was my first week on my new job. I think I am doing okay… or I am not terribly afraid of my new environment. Actually I am not nervous about it at all. Perhaps it is because my mom and auntie work in the same company. Monday Andrea and I had a really great evening. She got a massage and I got a mani/pedi then we went to the Oasis for serious sissy time dinner. Tuesday after work Mzungu and I went on a bike ride. Wednesday I went to a friend’s house to talk about stuff that was way too serious to be in my life. I really can’t stand situations that should not really exist but they do so you have to resolve them. I am a twisted individual. I cannot confront someone when the subject matter is really important to me but I have no problem telling someone off for trivial things that I really do not care about at all. Someone please analyze me. Actually someone called me not too long ago and told me that they had analyzed me and they wouldn’t tell me what they had concluded about my character because I would not be happy with it. Weird… He did say I was twisted. Rubbish! I am not twisted. Perhaps my actions are a little… let’s just say, eccentric. Last night was so great. I went to Vivo with a friend that I have not seen since I was a freshman in High School! It was so amazing! It was great too because we picked up where we left off years ago. I was nervous that it was going to be an awkward margarita and dash episode but it wasn’t at all! She is so awesome. She lived in India and speaks Hindi. Since India is my favorite place in the world, after Zanzibar, we had a lot to chat about!

Dang, we are 74 minutes into the match and no one has scored. I want some goals Portugal. Ivory Coast is doing well.

So tonight…I have no idea what is going down. There is going to be Fado’s www.fadoirishpub.com/austin . I think after that there is going to be Kayaking http://www.rowingdock.com/ (the links are for Edgar! Showing you what you will be doing when you get out of Mozambique and come to the Promised Land of The Republic of Texas!! Haha) I am really excited about tomorrow. My mom is making a huge breakfast and then I am going to feed the homeless downtown, and then I get to go swimming at the Greenbelt with one of my best friends on earth!! It’s going to be amazing!

My quote of the day today is,
How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened. --Thomas Jefferson

I like that quote a lot!

So, Portugal did not win. They tied with Brazil and they are going to the final 16! Yay! Very exciting!!!

I am defiantly in weekend mode. All I want to do is to swim and play with Mzungu! I do not feel like working or writing anymore.. so TK!


Thursday, June 24, 2010

This is for everyone who claims my writing skills are going to go “down the drain” if I do not pick it up!

When I said that my life was not exciting enough to document right now I was not lying! I am living with my family in Texas, I have no love life except for my deep love for my new puppy, and my traveling consist of my daily work commute. The only exciting things in my life right now are my weekends when I go to the lake and every day at 10 and 2 when I watch my World Cup match. In saying all of this, I am sure you get-it that there is reason for my lack of blogging. I suppose I could just write about things that are important to me…

The bad thing is that I am really tired and at work and I cannot think of anything exciting to write about!

Okay this weekend I was not feeling the best. I think I had a virus all week. I was at the lake on a boat with a group of friends, and I guess because I was not really feeling up to par they started talking about death. First, there were the common questions like, “Are you afraid of death” and “Do you believe everyone dies when they are supposed to”… I answered, “no, not afraid of death because I believe in after-life which will be a heck of a lot better than this life"... haha, funny interjection. I know this lady who will not say “hello” because it says “hell” so she says “heaven-o”! haha…. WEIRD! I thought of how ironic it is that I said “heck” when talking about Heaven, and I thought of that amazing story…

I decided to find the most bizarre causes of death. Did you know that on average 100 people die a year of choking on ball point pens. I guess the fine roller grips are a safer pen to use… Invest. Or did you know that on average 13 people die a year from vending machines falling on them? Or, in 620 BC an Athenian law-maker, Draco, was smothered to death by cloaks that had been showered on him as gifts by appreciative citizens! That is horrible but also an amazing exit! Oh this is amazing, Chrysippus, a Greek stoic philosopher supposedly died of laughter while watching his drunken pet monkey or was it a donkey, attempt to eat figs. Sir Arthur Aston was beaten to death with his own wooden leg. Or in 1862, Jim Creighton died when he swung his baseball bat so hard that he ruptured his bladder. In essence, I believe we all have a life course and we will go when we are destined to leave. In believing this it I have less fear of death than someone who has no belief system. Did you know that Buddhist in Tibet have sky burials. To complete the life circle for the human they put the corpse on a slab, chop them into tiny pieces and then grind the flesh and bones into a goo like substance, and then feed the goo to vultures. Just burn me please.

I started writing this blog not even thinking about death and now my day has been consumed with reading stories of death. Morbid… To think that my first blog back is about death! Haha.

In conclusion to this weird and boring blog I will say that I hope I die of something exciting like laughter. I had better start watching “A Fish Called Wanda”. Someone actually died while laughing during that movie. Later his wife wrote a letter to the producers thanking them for giving her husband such a nice exit. I know its cliché to say “live like you are dying” But it is true. I guess I am not afraid of it because I never think about it for one, I like the idea of my after life, and I have my life to dwell on!

First blog back on death, maybe the next will be a happier subject!!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Hate




Several interesting characters came into work

tonight. I was shocked by the hate that that they spoke and wore. Then I felt bad for judging them, and then I justified my judgment I do not really know if that is legal but I did it anyways. I will not include color or demographic they were so that I can not be called prejudice or basing a stereotype on a certain culture, religion, gender, or sub-society. The first person who came in was talking about animals. I mentioned that I used to volunteer for a humane society. This person said, “those commercials for the humane society make me more sad then the pictures of starving children in Ethiopia”. It made me sick. I immediately defended the children and the man said, “well if their parents would get off of their a#* and work they would have food.” I had to stop talking and walk away because I knew I was about to say something to loose my job. What is the proper response to that?

Then another person came this one was a skinhead with nazi tattoos and pins decorating its vest. I got sick with that also. I had to pray “God give me love for this person, let me love them like you love because I wanted to say a few choice words about ignorance and ask if they had ever been to the holocaust museum.

I started thinking about all of the different groups that are motivated by hatred. I was thinking aloud to my co-workers on talibanistic strongholds and even Christianity that is fueled by religion, which is hate on its best day.

There are so many branches of hatred such as; religion, sexism, racism, and injustice.

Then my co-workers and I started talking about cultures that are based on hatred such as; Texans believing the South should rise again, or FGM in East Africa is practiced by willing girls, or how women wear Bourkas or some only wear skirts just because they want to, or how there are “white” things and “black” things to do not really because they are actually practiced by only white or blacks but just because for the last 2 generations we have labeled it that way.

As Christians we have to be apostolic in our thinking. Apostolic in the original meaning, going into cultures and changing them into Kingdom cultures, or for non-Christians just go into a culture and cut out the ideas, concepts, and precepts that are generated by hatred.

My cousin up until last week went to an all black school in the largest segregated black-only neighborhood in the states.. Yes, that actually still happens in Louisiana. The other day there were a few problems in the class room. The security guards came in took my cousin and the teacher (both white) out of the class room leaving all of the other students in the room. The guard started yelling at all of the kids calling them many choice words. The Principle and councilor sat down with my aunt and uncle asking them to take my cousin out of the school because they were just not prepared to become and integrated school.

How about the KKK started putting ads in coffee shops, cafes, and newspapers when President Obama was elected.

On being hateful, I think it is funny how Christians call our president who they are supposed to intercede and stand behind, if they read their Bibles, a Muslim who is actually Satan.

Really… Are our lives that shallow that we have to live to hate?

The socially elite think of themselves above everyone. I remember in Uganda one night I was house-sitting. One of the house boys was outside being yelled out by the neighbor. I walked outside, acting as the house manager. I asked what was going on, the house guy told me that the neighbor had falsely accused him of something and was threatening to beat him. I asked the neighbor man what happened. He started talking down to me as a woman and told me not to speak to him. I was outraged but I used wisdom and walked away since I was alone with only a very skinny house guy and by this mans tone I knew he would have no problem hitting a woman.

When will it stop? How is racism, sexism, supremest thinking, and religion still existing? Why do we allow hatred to live?

To confound the religious Christians, the largest givers to humanitarian causes, or we could say caring for Jesus, are not saved. The richest and smartest people in the World are not Christians. -We have to change this!!! Not all Islamic people want to blow people up, actually most of them are 100 times more devoted to every facet of life and deserve be more respected than almost every Christian I know. One of the greatest most quoted men on Earth was Hindu. God is Love and hate has to die to live in him! And the spirit of religion crucified my Jesus. As for the religious who do not follow Jesus, I can’t speak for you besides the fact that most religions are based on doing well and not causing other people to suffer.

To the racist, we all came from the same thing.. Dirt created all of us, and if you are not Christian we all evolved from the same thing.

To the sexist, we can’t live without each other. We are equal! Humanity would die out with out one of us!

To the socially prejudice, think of your ancestors, who were they and what did you come from. Are you an immigrant who depended on help from other people, or are you self-made wealthy and you came from a poor family but had that person in your life who was an encouragement that pushed you to succeed? Be that person to someone else.

Love is the key! All we need is love.

I go on these rants when I get so frustrated and my mind is exploding with confusion. Life is more fun living it through love! Get it!! I realize that I cannot judge or return the favor of hate to people I do not agree with so in the end instead of judging their hate I should show ultimate love. My prayer is that God would give me the Love, wisdom, and patience to deal with hatred!

God Bless!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Ulcers or Alcers?

I have not written in a while because I have been so overly busy the past two weeks. I have wonderful missionary couples that are coming to Uganda to help me with the Joy House and they are going to cultivate land for a new children’s home! It is all coming together! Thank you all for your prayers! For the last two days I have been sick in bed with a dang bad stomach ulcer, or in Ug. Alcer. I’m listening to Rick Pino “mighty warrior” thinking that will help me to leave the house today! This past week I did a few renovations on The Joy House. I got new curtains made, cleaned a lot (I have a funny story about the cleaning…) , bought organizers, and we are having whicker furniture made now! Okay the funny story about cleaning… I was scrubbing the walls, the floor, washing furniture, cleaning windows, and then I started cleaning closets. They are not really closets they are little rooms that they just throw all of their junk and rubbish in. I was cleaning out one on my hands and knees and roaches kept crawling on me. These are not just regular cock roaches these are monster, no one has touched their home of rubbish in ten years, roaches. They are the ones that fly and bite. Lets just say I saw one and thought it was a rat. I kept running out of the house screaming. The house girls and mamma kept laughing at me but I was genuinely scared to death! I do not think I have ever been so groused out before! The Joy House is looking a lot better than normal and we are happy we are about to build a new home for the children.

I have not written a blog in a while, so I will try to get everything in.

Last weekend I went with a group of friends to North-West Uganda, Lake Albert for a day. We got lost for over two hours driving to the safari lodge. We were in three cars and we all got stuck on the bad roads at some point. We got to the lodge and there were HUGE lizards everywhere. The cabins were amazing. The only thing that sucked was that there were open outside showers. I do not do well bathing in the open even though the only thing that could see me were the lizards and fish in the lake. We went on a game drive and bush dinner. I was very disappointed because there were no elephants or giraffes. I just remembered I dreamt about giraffes last night. The bush dinner was fun. I went home before everyone else. I guess I was not to impressed because I grew up in the country, and wild hogs and deer in the woods is not that big to me. Of course we are in Africa so you have to say the Cobs and warthogs in the bush. Nothing new to me. Actually there were baboons and I am not used to that! The next morning we went back to Kampala and watched Harry Potter. I was immensely let down. I love the potter series but this one was just dumb. Sunday night I put this hair food in my hair and over a week later it is still not completely out. I washed it out three times at home, then I went to the salon and they washed it seven times. It was a jelly and actually worked as a sealant, like water-resistant. Haha.. I had water-proof hair! Every curly head's dream!

Hustle of getting everything done before I leave is leaving its mark on me. I need to stay here for a couple of years! It is a serious thought. I am really considering moving here. There have been some promises made to the Joy House and if they follow through then I will have to stay here.

This past weekend I went Saturday to meet with some future donors in Jinja. While I was there I went white water rafting. I had a blast besides I think I broke my toe. Its all swollen and bluish-purple. I had a lot of fun. There were people who seriously got hurt, so I was lucky. I expected it to be a little joy ride for naive tourist but wow was I wrong. They were grade 5 rapids on the Great White Nile. Just the name sounds intimidating. After that I went to the pool and met two girls. One was from Stockton, Ca… And she knows tons of my friends that I know from Austin! It really is a small world, I lived in small nothing going on Stockton and we have the same friends and we meet at a pool in the middle of nowhere! The campsite was nice I thought, until I settled into bed and heard a high squealing and this a scurrying noise all around my cabin. I was so scared only to find out a little while later it was rats. There were loud banging noises on the roof I was okay with that when I found out it was only the monkeys. When I see a rat I freak out, like really freak out. I have musophobia to a ridiculous extent. I have it to the extent of leaving everything I own, including my passport, in a New Delhi train terminal while I run the opposite direction of the rat I had just seen screaming at the top of my lungs. This time in the cabin, I did not have anyplace to run because I could hear them near the door, and worst of all I could do nothing. Where was I going to stay I was in the middle of no where with no transport or budget for anything higher than campsite? I had to sleep with my pillow over my head. I felt like my mosquito net was a protective bubble for me. Haha.. seriously I was afraid to raise the net. There were also snakes next to my cabin. It was tons of fun! I was scared but I went on a great adventure. Saturday night I had dinner with some friends and then tried to go salsa with no luck. Ended up hanging out with the girls for a bit then went home. Sunday was Watoto church, Joy House Church, Meetings, and then dinner. It is crazy how fast your body can put you down. I have this ulcer and I think I can handle it and it is kicking my butt. I have been forcing myself to rest. So that is what I am going to do now..

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Adventure with a new twist









Adventure with a new twist

Similar to an emperor’s new grove

Zanzibar I love the place. I left you with me sleeping through my nice evening I had planned with myself but fell asleep… My days are a little confused, In fact I had no idea what today was until I asked someone. My phone has been off, I do not have a wrist watch, no Franklin Covey, and no internet no wonders I have been confused! Okay I know it is Wednesday now and I am back in Kampala. I will go backwards! Haha.. The past two and a half days I have spent in Transit from hell. Monday night I took the 22:00 ferry back to Dar es Salaam. I decided to take a different ferry then I had used before just because there were a few sketchy things about the last ship so stupid me, I took a new one. I paid for VIP because this is an all night ride. I got on at 22:00 and didn’t get off until 6am. Too bad the VIP air con had gone out and I had to sit in first class, which was full. This would not be so bad if you did not have to be on a bus for the next two days. I was in a terrible mood because I did not want to leave Zanzibar and I wanted to be back in Kampala at the same time. I actually really missed Kampala the whole time I was there… I knew the only solution was a sleeping tablet, so I took it and woke up at 5am! As soon as I got into Dar es Salaam I had to book-it to the bus station because I did not get off the boat until 6 and my bus left at 6:30 I had no ticket and it was about a 20 minute drive. I got to the station and they said all the Kampala coaches were gone, you know I was interceding! I got on a bus but at the very back. Anyone that has ever ridden on a bus for a long distance on African roads knows that it is the worst thing you could ever put yourself through. It was bad no joke I was coming a foot off of my seat every couple of minutes. Then to make matters worst, we stopped for breakfast at some bus stop, I was starving so I just ate what they gave me. Oh My! I was soooooooo sick. Imagine being on a 12 hour bus ride with food poising and no toilet. It was some kind of adventure. I arrived in Nairobi and was supposed to continue on to Kampala over night but I could not because I was too sick. Nairobi is a scary place. Never go alone!

Ok now I think I have remembered Zanzibar in daily order!

Thursday is where I left you (I think). I cannot remember what I did Thursday night, I think just ate and then went back to the hotel. Friday I went around Stone Town and adventured. Got lost on little streets, drank coffee, bought souvenirs, walked on the beach… you know all of that hard stuff. Friday night I just watched a movie in my hotel. Saturday I woke up and went on a Spice Tour, Tour of the Sultan baths, tour of the slave caves where the Sultans hid slaves after they abolished slavery, and went to the beach. The tours were amazing! The spice tour was on a local farm and they showed us how they grow the spices, what they use them for, how to cook them, and they let us taste them. It was so much fun!! We also got to eat in this village, it was so fun because they served us on the ground and we got to mingle with the other people on the tour. It was crazy how many whites were on the island but none were American. I met one American guy and he was REALLY weird and from the Peace Corps in Tanzania. The rest were Dutch, German, South African, and Italian. The tour guides knew more Dutch than English! I met this really nice Dutch girl on the tour named, Maarta. We became close friends for the rest of my stay. She is studying African culture in Uni so she is doing an internship at a hotel to learn Swahili. Saturday night we went out to eat. Sunday I got up and went to the beach, I wanted to go to church but there were honestly no churches. So I just read one of my church books! Sunday night we went to this night market they have on the beach. It is around fifty vendors that set up bbq pits and cook fresh seafood caught that day. Huge lobsters, barracuda, SHARK, huge snow crabs.. everything you can imagine! It was a dream, sitting on the beach eating fresh fish with coconut bread drinking sugar cane/ginger/lime freshly squeezed juice and then for desert chocolate banana cake things with ginger/cinnamon/clove/cardamom chai.. it was really a dream. I think I gained 10lbs.Maarta and I got henna tattoos! One of the things that amazed me about Zanzibar was the ladies and their henna. I think it was Eid or some special holiday because every woman had artwork covering her arms, legs, and chest. Of course I never can be left out so I had to do it myself. When I was in India Ishta and I had it done on our arms and legs and it was so beautiful, but this time I only did a small design on my foot! We met some people and later went to this Rasta party on the beach. It was fun for a few with the nice music and watching the people dance but we left really early because guys were bothering us. We slept. Monday I woke up went to the beach and then met Maarta and went back to the beach for sunset then went to the night market for dinner.

Observations for this week:

  • In Zanzibar they have an alarm that goes off 4 times a day for a call to pray, you can hear it everywhere.
  • I cannot deal with different currencies
  • I want to open a coffee shop called Karibu
  • God will not put anything on me that I cannot bear
  • I must have a conquering spirit.
  • I love to travel
  • I want to go back to the US for awhile and then move to Zanzibar with a Vespa and my sister! (Yes Carlo this would totally fit “What white people like” haha)
  • I had some other really amazing dime lines to blog about but now the only thing I can think of is this nightmare I had about Sharks, maybe it is because the discovery Channel is on at this coffee shop and it is on sharks.

Ok.. all for now. Maybe I will remember more and write it today!

Friday, July 10, 2009

~Zanzibar~





With its little winding streets and veiled women is completely a mysterious adventure awaiting exposure. I could not believe how fast I fell in love with this island. It was love at first sight. I would move here in a split minute, you know every local here is Muslim maybe I could open a mission, any churches want to support me?! Haha… Zanzibar is quaint and historical but still completely moving and complex, besides the fact that there is no pharmacy. Beautiful does not even begin to explain the sight! I recommend anyone to go, more than any other place I have ever been. The reasons I like it so much are: I feel safe alone, the people have this island relaxed attitude and are friendly, the beaches are crystal perfect, it is historical, it has winding little roads that you have to walk or ride your bike down, it is Arab and has the décor in every building, It is Africa, It is cheap, its perfect… I just feel a little weird driving to go to the beach in my sundress and bathing suit and every women I see driving has a burqa on, a lot are covering their whole faces.

So the inconvenient story… I came to Zanzibar on a 3 hour ferry Tuesday with intentions of just staying the day in Zanzibar to save money and because I wanted to get to Kampala sooner than I had planned. I got to Zanzibar and fell in love, I stayed at the beach all day then the taxi took me on a tour of Stone Town and to a coffee shop/ hotel that I fell so deeply in love with that I almost cried when I had to leave to board my ship. I got back on the ship to go to Dar re Salaam, the ship would get to the mainland at 6am and then I would rush to the bus terminal to get on my Kampala coach that was scheduled to leave at 6:30am. On the ship I called Continental to change my ticket to go back to Texas early and the lady gave me my new flight schedule and then said that is going to be $4,000.00… ahhhh… that is ridiculous. I hung up and decided to go back to Zanzibar. That night there was a storm and I have never been so ready to die. I repented for every bad look I had ever given anyone. It was a huge ship and we were going up and down side to side, things were falling, chairs were shifting, it was flippin’ scary! I was assessing the situation, I was in VIP, which is at the top-level of the boat. Below there is 1st class, economy, and people sleeping on the patio. Economy was populated to the point of not being able to move. I was thinking if this ship wrecks I am not going to die from drowning (I know where the life jackets are), or shark feast, I am going to die from stampede of people trying to get out of the ship. We didn’t wreck thank God, even though I got no sleep! I listened to Bill Johnson Podcast all night for comfort! Haha.. So the next morning I went back to the ferry office, because I talked to other whites on the boat and they paid $20 for their ticket and I paid $30. I went to the office told the guy I wanted another ticket back to Zanzibar on a speed boat with a $20 discount because he had cheated me before. He gave me a 'nationa' priced ticket, so when I got on the boat the attendants were inquisitive about me being a Tanzanian without my passport, asking me what I do, not wanting to let me on the boat, finally they did though! I got on the boat and went back to Zanzibar. I have been trying to spot dead bodies in the ocean because of the Yemen airliner that went down going to Mafia, this Island here next to Zanzibar. There are around 153 dead people not found. I keep expecting to see something floating in the water. I got back to Zanzibar exhausted and went to a hotel and slept for a couple of hours. The hotel I am staying in is a family home that this Arab man has transformed into a hotel. It is nice family style apartments. I shared my apartment with an Irish couple and an Indian couple last night. Best thing about it is that it is walk able distance to the beach, breakfast included $25 a night. That is special. Yesterday after I woke up I went to the beach stayed there all day, walked home, and got dressed to go to this nice hotel for supper and I fell asleep and didn’t wake up till this morning. Guess I really needed it! My hotel room has a baby crib in it. It is raining cats and dogs right now. I am going to leave my hotel and try to find a place with internet and then do some touring of some of the Sultan palaces and slave trade places. You know Zanzibar is the birth-place of Swahili, it is where most of the African slave trade worked from, and it is part of Tanzania but has its own separate president and army apart from the Tanzanian government. Ok now I need to go.

Dar es Salaam

I am sitting in my hotel room at the Aroche Grande Hotel. I like the feel of Tanzania. The land and the people are peaceful here. I did not feel this way in Kenya. I have been here watching the Michael Jackson funeral. It made me really emotional, I have no idea why. It made me realize how human he even though I was constantly thinking of the child harassment cases and how the families of the boys who were affected feel. I am not saying it is true, who knows, but I kept thinking that. I am really excited about going to Zanzibar tomorrow! I am going to sleep now so that I have energy tomorrow. Night