As an internet addict now of sorts, I feel driven to plant myself in this seat even though my brain feels a little coated with dust, dizzied by traffic, depleted from navigating everyday activities.
I just returned from a cultural dance show, second I’ve seen here in Kampala. I’m mesmerized by the drumming and the amazing sounds that can come from vocal cords. And the dancing is fantastic! I would almost call it the amazing art of butt worship. Every style of costume and dance highlights the ample behind with chunks of fur, grass skirts, scarves, and a strongly arched back. Oh if only this could catch on in America, women could happily flush the Weight Watchers for good and join in the proud ass-shaking!
Yesterday I spent the day in Nsambya Babies’ Home where they take in abandoned infants, some with injuries or HIV. There are 20+ kids there now ranging from a few months to 3+ years. After a couple cuties looked at me with an earnest “sou sou!” I finally caught on that it wasn’t a sweet attempt at saying my name, but instead meant “I’m going to pee in the next 15 seconds.” As a diaper-less environment, I can suffice to say that I don’t think I’ll wear that skirt again this trip. : ) The ladies there take great care of these kids, but my heart still hurts from what I saw–nearly all of them coughing and with sticky noses, tight hugs that didn’t stop and tears when it had to, toddlers fighting over an empty plastic bottle, the amazing independence in which tiny kids went through their routines. Sigh. If I were a better person, I would have already adopted at least 10 kids this trip.
I have to admit that right now I’m feeling…..a little drained dealing with the cultural, racial, social aspects of being here on my own the past few days. As much as I am grateful for things that take me outside my comfort zone and force me to rethink my point of view, the Amsterdam airport also seems like an unreal haven ahead of me. But in the interest of becoming a better-immersed visitor, I now have a single black braided hair extension, have had a brief lesson in how to shake my ass African style, and have mangaged not to fall off riding side-saddle on a boda boda (motorbike taxi). : )
Tomorrow: Happy Independence Day Uganda! I am being taken to Entebbe to see the beaches on Lake Victoria, visit the zoo, and get a full patterned manicure/pedicure with my sweet companion and guide. [She tried to talk me into a full head of braided extensions. Should I do it? ; ) ]