Monday, September 30, 2013

Article for The Standard

I have the privledge of writing a column for The Standard (UCU campus newspaper) every two weeks, so I thought I would share my first article with you. It is about the difference between American English and Ugandan English. I'm hoping to be able to send a link or show a picture when it publishes next week.


Different Englishes (American English versus Ugandan English)

Having lived in the United States most of my life, I have grown up speaking American English. Although I have traveled to many places around the world, I have only been in a handful of countries where English is the official language. Because English is one of Uganda’s official languages, I thought it would be easy to understand and be understood here. However, I was wrong. Like a newborn baby, I have had to learn how to adjust to certain phrases and words that are different from my version of English.

Can I give you a push?
My first experience with this phrase was when one of my friends asked, “Jamie, do you mind if I give you a push?” We were actually standing by a large hill near the gym and my first thought was if this person pushes me down this hill, I am going to fight back and then run. However, my friend was not asking to push me down the hill, but yet to walk with me. We usually say, may I walk with you?

You are smart.
I learned this phrase when I walked into the office and one of the secretaries told me I was smart. I thought she was telling me I was intelligent, so I said thank you. She realized I was confused, so she told me she liked the way I was dressed.

You are welcome.
In my first Foundation Studies meeting, the Head of Department used this phrase to welcome all of the staff back from break. I was very confused because in my culture, we use this statement as a way to express gratitude. We usually say, welcome to the meeting. If I want to invite someone to go with me, I might say, you are welcome to join me.

Move with tea
I am usually late to most things and Monday mornings are no exception. I usually have a meeting at 9 and class at 11. Tea is served around 10:30, but sometimes it is late and I am rushing to have tea and report to my lecture on time. Last week I decided to take my coffee with me to class (I rarely drink tea). My students seemed mortified that I did not have enough time to have my tea and insisted that I take my tea, then teach class. Apparently people do not “move” with food or drink like they do in my country. In the U.S., we have fast everything, so most things are geared toward convenience. We usually refer to this as taking it to go.

Pick my key, pick my phone, pick my book
People use these phrases here for going to get something, but in American English, we usually say, I am going to pick up my book from my friend or I need to pick up my phone from my sister’s house. People here also use this phrase when they want to answer a phone call. We would say, excuse me, I need to answer this call.

Torch
Most people at home refer to a torch as a flashlight. A torch is usually something that involves a large flame or a fire. For example, we might say, I am going to use a torch to start the fire or her house was torched by the fire.

Nice weekend, nice day, nice lunch
Everyone is so friendly around campus and always wish me a nice something. I am thankful for the kind and caring words from everyone, but the way the kindness is expressed is sometimes confusing to me. If someone says have a nice lunch, I do not know if they mean: Did you have a nice lunch? Are you going to have a nice lunch? or Have a nice lunch. Now, I understand people are usually wishing something for the future when they say these phrases.

Fresher
This word is on signs, t-shirts, and advertisements. We refer to the people in the first year of university as freshman, but I like freshers because it is gender neural. We have many women studying here and we should use terminology that includes them.

Short call/long call
This phrase was a point of severe misunderstanding for me. I had gone to Lwengo to visit a friend’s charity and I told one of the staff members that I needed to use the restroom. The word restroom is used in most places in the U.S. to signify a place where you would find a toilet and place to wash your hands. When I asked for a restroom, the person looked very confused and asked me to repeat the phrase. So, I tried a different way and said, “I need to use the bathroom.” Again, the person looked confused and thought I meant a shower. Eventually, someone intervened and the person told me it was called a short call. I told him that I did not need to use his phone, but that I needed to use a toilet. He laughed and said, “Yes, I understand you, but we call it a short call or long call. Which do you need?” Of course, I had to ask the difference between the two and then proceeded to take my short call. Although having to tell someone which type of call I need to make seems incredibly personal, I understand that it could mean the difference between using one type of toilet or another.

Are we together?
I have heard this phrase many places, particularly during community worship or as I am passing a classroom. Lecturers usually use different ways to check in with their class to make sure they are paying attention. I typically say, Are we okay? Do you understand? Are there any questions?, but people here ask if everyone is together. I tried this out on one of my education classes. I was lecturing and I asked them my usual phrases, but they did not respond. Then, I tried the “together” phrase and instantly everyone answered. I laughed and explained to the my little experiment to the students.

I’ll keep you in touch.
This is one of my favorite phrases because it puts the onus on the person who is making the connection. At home, we say, Keep in touch, which makes the other person responsible for maintaining the line of communication.

Take away
I have seen this phrase several times as an advertisement at a restaurant. I did not realize it meant the same thing as “take out” until recently when I asked a friend what it meant.

All in all, I have enjoyed my time here over the last month or so. People have been so patient with my English and American accent. I know there will be many more phrases that I will learn during my stay here in Uganda, but I look forward to getting to know more and more each day about the culture and people in this amazing pearl of Africa.

Jamie Cardwell is an English Language Fellow working in the Literature and Languages Department with Dr. Richard Watuulo. The fellowship is part of a collaboration between UCU, Georgetown University, and Department of State/U.S. Embassy. Jamie holds a B.S. in Education from Illinois State University, a B.S. in Bible from Lincoln Christian University, an M.A. in English from Southern Illinois University, and is currently a doctoral candidate at Walden University (expected graduation December 2014). Jamie is originally from St. Louis, Missouri and expects to be here working at UCU for about two years. In addition to teaching duties, Jamie hosts one-on-one writing clinics in the library on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10-12 p.m. and participates in various workshops with the faculty. In her spare time, Jamie enjoys running, cooking, reading, and spending time with family and friends.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Groceries

My "house help" a.k.a. Sarah cleans my house and does the laundry for me each week. I know, I am very, very spoiled. She is absolutely amazing. I can't imagine having to do the laundry and house chores in addition to work. I have never had anyone clean my house before, well except for my bestie/roommate Joe (but I do the laundry), so it is a new experience for me. One of my neighbors told me that she has her house help get fresh produce for her, so I asked Sarah if she could get mine for me. Groceries are easy to get, but fruits and veggies are bartered and sold individually. I HATE bartering and I am terrible at it because whenever the ladies suggest a price, I just pay whatever they ask for without bartering. Most of the ladies grow the food themselves and sustains themselves through these businesses. I put a coffee cup next to most things so you could compare the size of the vegetable/fruit.

Transportation to/from the market cost Shs1000 (about .38). Sarah took a boda boda (motocycle) which is the most common form of transportation here.

 1 avocado Shs 1000 (38 cents)
Yep, huge avocado...won't ever be able to go back to the ones at one. This is like 4-5 of ours.
3 sweet potatoes (3) Shs1000 (38 cents) - Yes, these are sweet potatoes and they are really, really sweet. I think the ones at home taste more like pumpkin, but these taste like potatoes that have sugar in them.
Garlic, onions, Irish potatoes Shs 5000 (about $2)











6 carrots Shs 500 (19 cents)
3 cucumbers Shs 1500 (57 cents)
4 eggplant 1000 (38 cents) - I LOVE the eggplant here because they are small and sweet.
 8 tomatoes Shs 1000 (38 cents)
1 pineapple Shs 2000 (76 cents) - This pineapple is HUGE!

I also got 2 bags of french beans which were about 76 cents for a grand total of about $6 including transportation. These fruits and veggies will last me all week. Now, all I need is some milk, pasta, rice, and meat.

How much do you spend on your groceries per week?

I imagine some of you are getting things out of your garden. I miss harvest time and the smell of the leaves falling off of the trees. Making an apple pie just isn't the same as being at home.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Kenya

I have always been a news watcher and have paid attention to world events. However, usually those world events are very far from me and I have no real connection to them...until now. I know most of you have probably seen the pictures and information about the tragedy in Kenya. I have Kenyan students in my class. I live in a country that borders Kenya. I am 400 miles from the tragedy. I have talked about going to Nairobi for vacation. This was the picture in our local newspaper yesterday.
My heart hurts for the people involved because they were just in a mall, shopping with their family and friends. It seems absolutely senseless to me. Everyone on campus is talking about this issue. In fact, there was a prayer meeting tonight about it. Please pray, send positive thoughts, or whatever you do whenever tragedies like these happen in our world. This one seems more real to me.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Busy, Busy Week & Visiting WOSO

Hi Everyone! I knew my blogging would suffer once the semester got into full swing. I am teaching four classes, so there is never a dull moment for sure. My students are sweet, kind, and really grateful to be here on campus. I am struggling to keep up with the demand and number of students, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
On Friday night, I decided to have some friends over for an American meal. One of the girls here, Zenique, is studying for a semester. She is a writer from Philadelphia and previously participated in the Uganda Studies Program (USP). This program allows Americans to come and study here and Ugandans to go and study in their place in America. It is a very beneficial program for all college students involved. Anyway, after talking with Zenique last week, we realized we both graduated from the same high school (Alton High School) just two years apart! I couldn't believe it!

I borrowed the projector from my department and we watched movies on the wall. It was so relaxing and fun. The electricity held out all night!
We made burgers, fries, pineapple, and salad. It was delicious! I am thankful for food here, but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss American food. I am really tired of rice, beans, and bananas, so burgers and fries were a welcomed relief. Oh...and I made chocolate chip cookies!!
I LOVED the home fries. I have been using my oven more and more, even though it doesn't have a temperature gauge. Mom is sending me one through the mail, so hopefully I will be able to control the temperature a little better.
 From: Mukono, Uganda To: Lwengo, Uganda
On Saturday morning, I woke up bright and early to head out to Lwengo to visit Judy's charity. I have to admit that I was really, really grouchy because I had been up late the night before and had a long week, but I had made the commitment and knew I needed to go. The roads here are not the best and it takes a long time to get places. The drive took us 4 hours each way, even though it was only about 200K (124 miles). We stopped at the equator and took a picture. It was really cool. Then, we headed on to Lwengo. Lwengo is a rural, farming area where nearly 50% of the families are affected by HIV/AIDS and 90% of the families care for at least one to three orphans. Nearly 95% of adults can't read or write. It is the poorest of the poor and the hardest thing I have seen since coming here. For me, it is difficult to see poor adults, but poor, hungry children really disturbs me deeply in my soul. My friend Judy (who is a Fullbright and lives behind me) started a community-based organization called Widows & Orphans Support Organization (WOSO) along with one of her sociology students, Peter. They focus on child cognitive development, health programs, and micro enterprise. Through donations, they now support 35 children. Sponsors pay $250 a year, which pays for tuition for three terms, school supplies, a uniform, shoes, and two meals a day. The most vital part of this partnership is the meals because food prevents children from getting sick and allows them to concentrate. I met the children that are being sponsored and it is incredible what education can do for them. I was surprised that most of them was suffering from "flu" (a cold), but one of the board members told me this is normal for the dry season.
They are enrolled in the best private school in the area, but the school would be like our worst school in the states. You can't imagine what the government school looks like, but I saw it and it was very, very basic. I forgot to take a picture of the public school, but it is a one-room structure, which looks unfinished. The public school teachers are on strike right now, so even though students were supposed to start last week, they have yet to start school. There are 80,000 public school teachers and the government promised them a 20% raise, but they have only see 5%, so the teacher's union (Uganda National Teachers' Union) is on strike. You can view the latest information about it here through the Daily Monitor (private newspaper) or here in New Vision (government owned newspaper). There are so many students out of school. It seems that public school teachers make about $150 a month here. The president has been urging them to go back to work, but we will see what happens.

There other struggle here in this town is access to water (not to mention clean water). There is no water source and there is literally one borehole for a whole community. Water goes for about Shs1500 a jerrycan, which is about .50, but money is difficult to find for most families. Things are incredibly primitive, people use firewood to cook and a pit latrine, which I used too! I now understand why women wear skirts most of the time!
Yep, it's just a hole! Because I had to make a "short call" (urinate), I used the pit latrine. Yes, there were flies, it smelled, and there was no toilet paper, but I didn't have to use a bush! You would think I would learn to bring my own toilet paper by now, but I have been so spoiled on campus! I am not sure what they use for a "long call," but I didn't stick around to find out!

The kids were absolutely adorable and greeted us when we came. We played games with them and many people from the community came out to see what was happening. I was shocked to see all of the girls had their heads shaved, which is the norm for children here. They shave girls' heads for sanitary reason and so that they do not distract boys in class. Some of the schools require girls to shave their head all the way through senior 6 (high school)!! I honestly could not tell the difference between the girls and the boys because they were little and had developed yet. Their uniforms helped me identify their gender because the girls wore skirts and the boys wore shorts.
 This was the "baby" class or primary 1. They were about 5 and 6 years old.
 This is the school yard. You can obviously see how dry and dusty everything is because of the lack of rain. Although it is the rainy season, they have yet to see much rain (totally the opposite of where I live - it rains nearly every day).
This is the office for WOSO, which is located at the school. Peter will be located here.
 We played lots of games with the kids.



The kids here were looking for a coin. The teacher leading the event is a UCU graduate and she is doing amazing things. I love that there are UCU graduates going back and leading their communities! She spoke in the local language while Peter translated in English. The kids don't really start learning English until primary grade 6 or 7.

 The kids were so fascinated with taking pictures.

I know I am not supposed to have favorites, but this little girl in the middle, Ednita, was my absolute favorite. Her eyes told her story of losing both parents. Peter told me her father died by his own spear. Apparently he was hunting and came back to pick some mangoes off of the tree for his family so he climbed up the tree to get them. But some how he fell out of the tree onto his own spear and the village people found him some time later. Really crazy, bizarre story. Peter went to the funeral and said it was horrible.

jack fruit
The kids were creeping into the office as Peter was explaining the events of the day. They couldn't hide their excitement about meeting new visitors, which is rare for this part of the country. Kids are so curious and innocent...they are definitely the same all over the world.

After the events at the school, we headed across town to see Peter's mother. She has some land and many trees. As I have stated before, most of the trees here bare some kind of fruit. I can't believe that I have spent this many years without seeing food in it's natural habitat. I have been so distanced from our food source that I didn't even recognize a coffee bean. Although I complain about the size and lack of meat here, things are smaller because they are actually grown in time, without hormones. I have had so much fresh, local food and I have not had any issues. The foods tastes so fresh, but also goes bad more quickly. I have learned to just buy what I can use that week. Oh...and eggs don't have to be refrigerated! The things you learn in your mid-30s!!
coffee :)

mangoes

Peter's mom
 I want a coffee tree at home! One of my goals while I am here is to visit a coffee plantation.
drying beans
























Do you see the mats that Peter's mom is sitting on? She makes these and Judy sells them for her. I am hoping to bring some back with me.












We were driving to Peter's mom's house and I saw a guy drying beans. I was totally fascinated!

Overall, I had an incredible, life-changing day. If you are interested in sponsoring a child or learning more about WOSO, you can check them out here or email me (jlcardwell77@gmail.com). Although I have attached pictures, I wish everyone could see what I saw today because you would definitely see life differently.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Flooding & More Kampala

If you follow my blog, you know that I hate going into Kampala. The smells, traffic, and massive hoards of people just turn me off. Needless to say, I have been to Kampala three times in the past three days. I know. I still hate Kampala, but EVERYTHING is there! My previous trip on Friday cost about $40 for a private driver, so I decided that I was going to travel like a Ugandan on Saturday. Yes, I know the embassy warns us about taking the local transportation, but when have I listened to authority? The local transport costs me a little over a dollar to travel to and from Kampala..A DOLLAR versus $40...yep, public transport is the way to go. I decided to go into town to go to the actual market with my friend Dorcas and Joy. Before we left, Joy and I make pancakes and bacon and then met Dorcas at the gate. We walked to Mukono and grabbed a taxi. The taxis look like this:
 This is not an actual shot of my taxi, but exactly the same idea. They are crowded and hot, but the best form of transportation. They stop whenever you want and they constantly take on new passengers. I like to sit in the back so that no one has to crawl over me to get out. So, we spent most of the day at the market and by the time we wanted to head back to Mukono, I was exhausted. We found a taxi to come back home and climbed in. The guy wanted Shs2500, which was Shs500 more than I thought he should
charge, so I said I would pay Shs2000. He didn't like that and told us to get out of the taxi. After a few choice words of what I thought about the way he treated us, we found another taxi. I know I am supposed to keep my mouth shut like my mother taught me, but I was ticked. I was angry that we had to walk in the hot sun to find another taxi and I was irritated that they man treated us that way. Generally, Ugandans are very, very friendly and kind, so I was surprised by his behavior. He was an older man, so maybe he was having a bad day.

 I took these pictures in Kampala on Saturday. It was a mad house.











After church today, I met my friend Emmanuel for lunch. He promised me Chinese, so we headed into Kampala. It was raining on our way down to find a taxi, but I didn't think anything of it until we started heading into town. It started raining harder and harder and the traffic was literally stopped. I asked Emmanuel what was going on and he said the road was flooded, but that the taxi would go through it. However, once we went through the first flooded out area, the driver realized we were not going to make it through the other flooded out area and turned around. So, we went through this area twice and I had ample time to snap pictures.
These were people on the side of the road just watching all of the commotion.
 You can see the water as we approached the flooded area.
Many of these homes in the background were probably flooded.

 There was water rushing around us as we passed it in our taxi.
 View from the back of the taxi.
 View from my window.

These guys were passing us while riding in the taxi. It was a little scary because the taxi had to stop while waiting for the traffic while we were still in the rushing water.
I love this picture of the person sitting in the middle with everything just rushing around him.
I imagine many of these places were flooded.













 These were all of the boda bodas waiting to cross.
These was our sizzling beef and sweet and sour chicken. It was definitely worth our four-hour journey. The food was delicious!
My friend and lunch partner, Emmanuel. Emmanuel is the sound technician at UCU and runs everything for church, chapel services, etc.

On the way back home, there was a huge traffic jam, so the taxi decided to go "off-road" which just means that we were on dirt roads. The roads are very, very bumpy and take a lot of time to travel on, but it was better than sitting in the traffic. I feel like I got the true Ugandan experience this weekend...now off to do homework and prepare for classes this week!

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