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Well, I have been transferred.  I sorta expected this to happen but I also wanted to stay here in Uganda.  I will be moving back to Nairobi in a part of town called Lang'ata. It is were the Province has a house for the temporary professed studying theology. Does that sound familiar?  Yes, it is what I was doing in Chicago. I will be the Master of the formation effort there.  I will also be the Secretary of Formation and Studies.  My main task will be to formulate and execute a program that forms the formators.  I am excited about both of these assignments.  I am not, however, looking forward to the over night trip to Nairobi.  The novices make there first profession of vows on the 15th so I will be leaving after that.
I will leave you with this photo. I call it "Losers Club"  Can you guess why?

Myths

I am finishing up teaching a week long course of HIV and AIDS Mainstreaming to the Bachelor candidates in Counselling. This is described as "Mainstreaming AIDS is a process that enables development actors to address the causes and effects of AIDS in an effective and sustained manner, through both their usual work and within their workplace" UNAIDS, World Bank and UNDP(2005).
Part of our work together focused on the Myths that surround HIV and AIDS. Here is a list of some of the myths that we uncovered:

Myths

1. ARVs (antiretroviral medication) will solve all my problems and I don’t have to worry about HIV anymore.

2. Drinking 5 liters of saliva from an infected person will infect a person.

3. HIV and AIDS is a Haitian disease.

4. AIDS is a gay disease.

5. AIDS means American Initiate to Destroy Sex.

6. Saliva, sweat, urine, mucus and feces can infect a person with HIV.

7. Mosquitoes transmit HIV.

8. Sharing wash rooms, eating utensils, socks, bed sheets, toilets and swimming pools can transmit HIV.

9. You can contract the HIV virus by being coughed upon by an infected person.

10. Sex with children cures AIDS

11. HIV and AIDS are problems of the poor.

12.  It can’t happen to me!

13. HIV is only active during the day. You cannot catch it night when HIV is sleeping

14. HIV is an American idea.

15. If circumcised you cannot contract HIV.

16. Having intercourse with and elderly women is safer sex. Old women do not have HIV.

17. Having and HIV test is protection from contracting the virus.   
To let you know of the prevalence of HIV and here is Uganda I have attached the following:

The Power of the Collective

I was in the middle of teaching my first course at St. Francis Counsellor Training Institute. I was teaching Integral Theory.  It can pretty dry theoretical stuff so I needed an activity to get the students out of their chairs and talking to each other.  We were talking about the three modes of consciousness, Art, Science and Morals. So I decided to pull out a favorite exercise that I have done many times in the past with a variety of people.  It is call HIROSHIMA and it is a values clarification exercise.  The group is given a list of twenty people of different backgrounds and expertise.  The story is that a bomb will be dropped that will eradicate human life on the planet. The group is tasked with naming ten people who will enter the shelter and live and ten who will not and die and they need to tell why people live and why they are to die.  In the past people worked diligently to pick the ten people. Sometimes they argue as to why but in the end they all came up with their list.  So this time was not so different, at least on the surface.  The class broke up into four different groups and worked on the task.  Again, in the past, the responses reflected the group as it did this time. Answers vary from group to group.  The most interesting came from a group of prisoners but that is another story.  On the list of twenty people were:

an HIV+ doctor             a male nurse                 a lawyer              a  housewife                 

A woman with 2 children (the children counts as one adult)

A farmer                         a traditional healer      a politician          a gay teacher

a truck driver with a criminal past

Female police officer  an army soldier             a boda boda driver*           a convicted rapist        an elderly woman

A teenage student       a chemist                       an electrical engineer           a schizophrenic man   a professional football player

*Boba Bodas are the main means of quick and cheap inner city transportation by motorcycle. The drivers are not known for their honesty and are usually resourceful and clever.

Well the first group shared their results. They explained who they chose and why. The second group went through each person on the list and told of how he or she may be important to the new society and why they could not exclude that person. So at the end of the list I asked, “So what is your answer?” They said, “They all live!” This is the first time in ten years of doing this exercise that I got such an answer.  Without letting in on my surprise I asked them to justify their decision.  The group leader said confidently, “If it is a matter of space and sharing food we have been doing that for centuries. We know how to do that and do it well. There is no reason why anyone has to die.”  We discussed the African culture as a collective society.  That each member is important and that people live for one another and for the group.  I was evangelized by this response.  Why does anyone have to die so others can live?  In the US, elections are coming up and I am reflecting on how my votes in the past may have saved a life or taken a life. Big question. Something I will ponder before making my next X. Peace  ODE

Odds and Ends

Well it is the end of May, the month of Mary.  Today the novices prayed the Rosary with the Christians that worship with us.  Today is the feast of the Visitation as well and fitting end to the month!  Yesterday I took the bus to Kampala to submit my payment information for my work visa. It was a long trip made even longer by the visit to Uganda by the President Park of South Korea. She visited an agricultural station on the Masaka Road on which I had to travel. Well to make the way clear for her the police blocked the road for an hour and a half.  At least the weather was overcast and the temperatures remained comfortable.  Getting my work visa has been a long and hard trek for me. It has been hard because of my lack of knowledge about things.  For example, I had to get a letter from the archdiocese which I received. So off I went to Kampala ( which is 267 kilometers from Mbarara or 165 miles).  Only to find out that I did not have the right letter. The one I received was addressed to me (a sort of welcome letter) the one I needed for Immigration should have been addressed to Immigration (duh). If I had known that I would have not traveled all that way for nothing. That's not really true I did pick up the required file folder to submit my application.  This whole process has been just like that.  Anyway its all near to an end.  On the positive side I have come to tolerate Kampala more than when I first visited.

Kampala is the capital and the largest city in Uganda. It has the worst traffic I have ever experienced. It is not out of the ordinary to turn a corner and hit a dirt road.  The main road into the city has a stretch of road that is so full of pot holes that there is no pavement at all. After it rains it turns into a lake (a red lake since the soil is red).  All the while the vehicles are slowly moving through the holes there are boda bodas (motorcycles) zipping around the cars, cutting in front, and going up on the sidewalk or the median. It makes for chaotic traveling. I wouldn't call it traveling more like creeping.

The novices are getting  a little anxious.  They see the end of the program in sight, which of course means first profession of vows.  They will make vows in the middle of July.  Despite what they may be feeling their spirits remain high.

Politically, things are somewhat pensive. A few people I have talked to say that something is coming. What that is no one is really too sure. Speculation can be dangerous so suffice to say that the effects of the election in February are still being felt here. The opposition candidate is in prison for treason. This occurred after he staged a swearing in ceremony for himself as President.  I will keep you informed should anything else arise.

Once I receive my passport, I will be traveling to Nairobi, Kenya for Provincial Chapter.  It is being held in a town outside of Nairobi called Karen. The town is named after Karen Blixen who lived there. She wrote a book about here life in Kenya called, "Out of Africa". You may of heard of it or the movie of the same name.  I may be late because it takes 5 working days to place the visa in may passport.  The delay be because of June 3rd, which is the feast day of the Ugandan Martrys - a public holiday.  Speaking of which, on my way to and from Kampala there were hundreds of pilgrims making their way to the shrine of martyrs in Namugongo. Here is a picture of the shrine

So it is with this image I say goodbye for now. Peace and all good things.  ODE  tim

Lake Mburo National Park

My friend and Novitiate class-mate, Moises Guiterrrez came to visit me last week.  We took a day trip to Lake Mburo National Park.  We drove through the park and saw a large assortment of animals. I took this picture at a defunct water hole. The picture was taken in color but for some reason came out in black and white.  Moises took a picture also and the same effect occurred.  The sight made be think of how in nature nothing is wasted. Even in death there is a gift to be had. 

Dead and decaying Water Buffalo

Below, Moises is shown clowning with some of the Novices.  Moises' time in Uganda enjoyed by all!

Brother Joseph, on the far right tries to catch his balance as Moises gives his hip a push in his direction.

Season of the Locust

Well, since it is the rainy season here in Western Uganda it means cooler weather and locusts.  The locals call them Senelle.  I am not sure of the spelling of this but they are highly sought after. As I speak the Novices here at the Kakoba Novitiate are busy catching locusts and preparing them for tonight's supper.  The work is easy since they are everywhere.  I have taken two pictures as they are being prepared. They are placed in an oven to kill them and then the legs and wings are removed. Later they will be fried to a golden brown. They will be dessert tonight!  I have tried them once. The taste was ok but I had a very hard time with what was caught in and between my teeth.  I did not know what part of the bug caught but I did want to rush to floss my teeth.  So what do they taste like? I can't describe it, definitely not like chicken.

At night, you can see these bright lights piercing the night sky. People set up these lights to attract the locusts in great numbers.  They place large sheets of shiny corrugated aluminum into barrel drums and these barrels are placed into an oval shape. Somehow the locusts attracted by the lights fly into the aluminum and then fall into the barrels. These lights burn all night.

Gifts came in all sizes and shapes. Some time gifts fly from the sky and land on your plate for supper. Enjoy what lands on your 'plate' today. God is gifting you. Don't let the gift get caught in your teeth. Peace

Right from the wood fired oven.

Novice Henry removing the unnecessary appendages

My Trip North

This past week I was in Northern Uganda.  I was on a promotional tour for a new program being offered at St. Francis Family Helper Programme.  This new service is a workshop for teachers to help them develop alternatives to corporal punishment.  Besides beating, teachers also use both verbal and emotional abuse.  It has been a practice of beating children when they misbehave.  The child lays on her stomach. The teacher may place his foot on either the child’s neck, lower back or the back of the knee to keep the child in place.  Three to ten strokes of a stick is applied to the buttocks, thigh or the bottom of the feet. The number of strokes speaks to the severity of the misbehavior. This is a common practice throughout Africa and is not uncommon among adults as well.  Thieves, when caught, are frequently beaten by those who are near-by, sometimes to death. 

St. Francis Center is trying to alter this practice.  There is an awareness in education circles that this practice of beating should stop and the time is right to bring this thinking into the mainstream.   Once the teachers have received the training, the plan is that the teachers then instruct the parents. The real focus of this effort is alternatives to beating the child so time is spent on classroom management techniques for example.

I was in Gulu for part of the week.  On the way home we passed through Murchison Falls National Park. This is in the West Nile region of the country.  Just after crossing the Nile we saw these elephants on the right. What I didn’t get a picture of was the herd of gazelle that were on the right. 

The rainy season has settled in here and I guess I have acclimatized myself because at 70 degrees I am feeling cold.  It is all gift.  Peace