Profess Something, or The Two Africas (you can nap, now)

"What a long, strange trip it's been...."

--> In Tolkein's The Hobbit, Bilbo is hired by his elven masters  to burgle Smaug's loot: "You are the burglar.  Go down and burgle something" Thorin Oakenshield says to Bilbo.

Well, as a professor, I suppose I need to "profess" something I may have learned in my “professorial”  experiences at Muteesa I Royal University.

Here goes.

"How was Africa?" is the typical question I get upon my return.  "Great" or "Amazing" or "Pretty messed up” or “Complex” I say, knowing that any attempt at even a superficial accounting would fall far short of doing the continent any justice.

What I want to say is "How much time do you have?" or "What is your basic knowledge of Africa, so I can have a reference point to answer your question?" knowing that eyes would glaze over, people would look at their watches, fake a phone call, or run off to rearrange their sock drawer.  Very few of us really want an answer to "How was/is Africa?" because it’s often not very good news.  Most people are in a sublime state of willful ignorance when it comes to Africa.  It's way over there, very poor, and generally a source of rich country guilt or anxiety.  Most people just don't care.

They should.

Hornbill

Africa is on the cusp of finally breaking out of its torpor, after 500 years of foreign exploitation.  This is largely due to a renewed interest in its abundant natural resources.  Indeed, there is a new Scramble for Africa, not unlike its 19^th century predecessor, but one based less on a “civilizing mission” and one based more on cold, hard cash—usually in the hands of the already rich—that “other Africa” we don’t envision when we think of “The Dark Continent,” the one full of “natives” and big game, and armies of macho Ernest Hemingways hunting Kudu.  That Africa is still there (minus the big game, unless you’re in a park), but it becoming increasingly less relevant and left in the dust amidst the mad rush to “modernize” “globalize” and “digitize.”

Local pest too smart to go extinct

Indeed, there are two Africas, actually hundreds of them, but I'll stick with two for obvious reasons.  Africa is splitting into a perpetually impoverished class and a rapidly rising minority middle class.  The divide will continue to broaden as the rich countries inject ever more capital in hopes of extracting cheap minerals: the rich will get richer, their children will get richer still; the poor will get less poor, but not at the same rate, thus they will feel as if they are getting poorer.

Uganda has the world's  2nd highest birth rate.

About those children of the rich, those lucky enough to attend university:  most of them are in such haste to adopt the Euro-American ethos that they haven’t taken time to consider what they’re abandoning.  Only slightly aware of this before my teaching stint, I incorporated a bit of anthropology into my course, much to the dismay of my students: an oral history project whereby they would interview the oldest available relative to ascertain and document what life was like in “the old days.”   Their findings have become the beginnings of what the university and the Kingdom hope will be an ever-growing collection of oral histories of the Bugandan people.  

Further, despite their rush to modernize and throw off the yoke of traditional African culture, my students still have some pretty traditional attitudes when it comes to modern social issues such as gender equality, civil rights, and the role of government.  Most of my students acknowledged the theoretical equality of men and women, but all the girls accepted the subordinate role of the wife in the family dynamic. Wives are to eat on the ground while their husbands eat at the table or on the couch.  Wives are to kneel before their husbands each day.  In my problem-solving unit of the course, most of the solutions the students proposed asked for greater government involvement (funding, advocacy, “sensitization”), and yet they all hated the government and didn’t want its powers to grow (sound familiar?).

The only mode of transport on Lake Bunyonyi

Both boys and girls in my class rejected outright any recognition of gay rights.  Uganda has the harshest anti-gay laws in the world, and my students reflected this attitude.  I learned that  I was wrong in thinking I lived in the most was the most conservative and homophobic city on the planet.  Even Mormons appear as liberals when it comes to gay rights issues in Uganda.  Downright persecution is tacitly approved and when I broached the topic of gay rights in my interview with the former Prime Minister he got positively hostile and basically told the West to jump in the lake if they wanted to impose their perverted value system on Africa--aid or not.   I do admire his moxy, but thus far haven't seen Uganda sending back any aid checks.

At the top of my “agenda” in teaching a course entitled “Globalization, Development, and Africa” was to teach critical learning, problem solving, and communication skills to my students.  The way information is conveyed at school is at the heart of Africa’s seeming inability to solve its own problems.  Students are “taught” theory and concepts, but not much application; no relevance to the real-life problem they see all around them.  So, I endeavored to teach practical skills.  My students were resistant to this new and more dynamic approach, so used to passive listening, then cramming for exams and forgetting what they learned were they.  Nevertheless, I like to think of the new leaders of Africa possessing great research, problem solving, diplomatic, and communications skills; but above all high moral fiber.  I only found evidence of cheating in about a fourth of the assignments (a bit disappointing considering my frequent forewarnings).  The best student for the duration of the semester was rewarded with a free laptop (used and donated by a generous Rexburger for just such a purpose).

But I digress.

So, the two Africas are not converging, but diverging.  The peasants are increasingly marginalized and oblivious to many of the changes taking place. One issue they are painfully aware of is the changing weather patterns in equatorial Africa attributed to global warming.  The rains are becoming less predictable.  The peasantry usually rely on small-holder “gardens,” often less than an acre from which most of their caloric intake comes.  In a cash economy, subsistence farming is not a moneymaker, but some money is generated with the surplus harvests, sold on the side of the road—every road. 

This Property Not for Sale, but call me if you're interested.

But subsistence agriculture does have its advantages, such as not feeling much of the pinch of the global economic crisis.  Peasant farmers’ money is in the ground.  While we fret about losing our 401k, they hoe their sweet potatoes and life goes on as it always has.  When the crash hit, it was not the peasants, but the city folk that had to pay double and triple their usual food costs.  Peasants made out like bandits leading to yet another setback in their well-being: land grabs. 
Much of the land tenure in sub-Saharan Africa is tribally orientated, meaning a chief would give away plots with vague boundaries.  At independence the new governments tried to survey and plot the bewildering system, bequeathing land titles to those who could pay.  Peasants generally had no money, nor any proof of ownership except a verbal acknowledgement from the chief who no longer had any political power in the new system.  Some push back from the tribal system, but generally this has been a losing battle for traditional land tenure in Africa.  Land grabs and title fraud are still a problem as sub-Saharan Africa merges onto the 21^st century highway.

It is this 21^st century shuffling of the global economic and political deck that could serve to Africa’s advantage if its people can take advantage of their many opportunities.  China, India, Europe and the U.S. are all clamoring for a bigger slice of the African Cake (colonial metaphor intended).  The Scramble is on and China is winning, at least for now, and it is the already empowered who are profiting immensely. The divide widens.  Will technology be the X factor in allowing the poor to participate in the Scramble?  Not if current president, Yoweri Museveni, has his way.  Each time I’ve visited Uganda I’ve noticed an growing military and police presence-now on virtually every major intersection rests an army truck fully loaded with M-16 toting soldiers in fatigues; and three or four traffic police shaking down truckers (or the unawares professor driving peaceably with his family).  If the current powers-that-be have their way, there will be no Arab Spring south of the Sahara, regardless of what Twitter or Facebook might symbolize.

On a hike somewhere on the Rwanda/Uganda border

What did I learn from my extended stay?  What can I "profess"?  I learned that Kampala is growing so rapidly, and the state cares so little for its improvement, that it will likely just collapse in the next decade.  The overwhelming confidence that the Private Sector would solve all problems has led to an individualized and selfish mentality, exemplified by the 25,000 private mini-buses (called taxis); and the 75,000 motorcycle taxis (called boda-bodas).  No central planning, or vision, for the city has led to a city of four million people with no public parks, no public transit, no logical street system, no centralized sewage system.  The government's hands-off approach to development has made the city almost unbearable to live in.  Museveni (President) will most likely just wash his hands of improving the city, and build a new capital somewhere friendlier to his dictatorship (like his home district)

Most homes use either latrines out back (medieval) or a septic tank system, both of which are contaminating the entire water supply.  Water is collected either through ingenious rain collection from rooftops, or pumped up from the never-ending supply from the regular rainfall—we are in the Lakes District, after all—the Inter-lacustrine region for my stuffy professor colleagues.   

I learned that despite the abundance of water, and the glorious tropical climate which grows enough food to support the world’s second highest birth rate (3.8% per annum), Ugandans grossly under-exploit (typical American perspective) their natural resources; that life expectancy is at an eye-popping 52 years in a land that knows no hunger, but is the epicenter to endemic diseases like Ebola (break out while we were there), HIV/AIDS, Marburg’s Disease (break out while we were there), West Nile Virus, not to mention protracted civil conflicts.

Why the rampant poverty amidst such potential and plenty is still a conundrum for me.

I learned that despite all of these setbacks to development, coupled with the widespread poverty and lack of access to education, Africans are, ironically, happier than we Americans who take our many luxuries for granted.  Each time I visit Africa I relearn a lesson I have not incorporated into my daily life: “stuff” does not make us happy; it makes us miserable.  There is a baseline of necessities (adequate shelter, food, some clothing, a few dollars in the bank, and most importantly good family and friends) beyond which we begin to covet, become jealous, and feel like failures for not owning.  The latter sentiments are products of the many products we have available to us and is at the heart of the Western model of development: more jobs are created by making more stuff, which creates more jobs to make more stuff.  This is all relatively new to much of Africa, and it is not healthy (physically, in the form of the hamburger/soda diets; emotionally in the form of materialism).  

This is the lesson I take back each time I visit Africa, and yet if I could just get the new 7” iPad and a pair of Beats by Dr Dre I know my life would be much easier.

Meet John K.

"Enjoying" Ethiopian Food in Entebbe

John K… is a walking, talking miracle.  His whole village and all his family were killed in the Rwandan Genocide (1994).  He was four years old, shot in the leg and buried alive on top of 89 neighbors and family members.  Rwanda was so blown apart and helpless to its people that he lived on the street until a lady smuggled him into Uganda where he’s been ever since.  The lady died three years later, when John was barely in primary school. He lived on the streets of Kampala for a few more years, visiting a local Pentecostal church & singing in its choir.  He had his school fees paid through the church, until it went under, and he was linked to an American sponsor who goes through our little charity, Enough to Spare, to pay his school fees. 

We visited his school, Merryland High School in Entebbe, and took John to dinner in town. In the three years he’s been attending that high school he’s never had a visitor—until yesterday!  We found a little Ethiopian restaurant (Mary: I didn’t think Ethiopians ate.”) and we had a great time.  John was especially happy to have us take him to the supermarket and fill up a cart of things to take back.  We are happy to know John.  He’s 22 and a sophomore in high school.  He said that there was one student from Sudan, aged 35 and with a family, trying to get an education.  Civil wars and violence are so disruptive and have such devastating effects on family and education. We often take for granted what opportunities we have right in front of us.

Trees, Monkeys, Tarzan

Just one of hundreds of species at this "sleeper" of a tourist trap.  We were the only ones there!

Hornbill

Entebbe Botanical Gardens are one of the least know/frequented tourist scenes in the area.  Very cool selection of plants, trees, birds, monkeys, etc. just next to the zoo.  Many of the zoo animals are AWOL at the gardens.  The Gardens are where the original Tarzan series was filmed.  We ended up playing George of the Jungle, swinging into trees, instead of the Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan technique, but we got to swing on the same vines.

Cattle run on the street

This is what we ran into one day walking back from the market to our house, which is just off this road (if you can call it a road!).  Check out those horns!

"Winning"

Dave was shopping in downtown Kampala when he had one of those surreal moments.  Just as he made his purchase, the checker got excited, called the manager, and the employees started cheering.  Apparently he had won a contest of some sort, and was obligated to take a photo with the manager and bring home free stuff.  Free stuff is always good!  Among the items (not shown here) was a beer mug (gave that to the caretaker), two giant bottles of lotion, and "hair food," which appears to be a chemical treatment for women's hair here.  In a city of several million people, the white guy had to be the winner.  Haha!

Lake of Many Little Birds (Bunyoni)

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Pygmies and Pigotts

For those of you still reading this blog (and presumably care what adventures we’re on) this past weekend we took a trip down to Lake Bunyoni (lake of many little birds), which is in the southernmost corner of Uganda on the border with Rwanda and not far from the Democratic Republic of Congo.  It is a very long, narrow, finger-like lake at an altitude of 6333ft that is dotted with islands and ringed with hills. The residents who live here are farmers.  They farm every square inch of the hills, which they have mostly deforested.  Where gorillas, chimps and a dozen species of monkey once roamed now it is nothing but bald mountains all divided up neatly into rows.

The view from the porch of our geo dome the first morning.

Open-air geo dome

But the effect is stunning.  Mindblowing.  The surrounding hills are a patchwork of different crops.  Each hill (or mountain, as the case may be) is farmed all the way to the tippy top.  The texture, light, and colors are surreal: mainly women performing gravity defying subsistence farming of sweet potato and beans.

Fresh crayfish

We stayed at a resort called Byoona Amagara on Intambura Island.  We arrived at sunset and had a short motorized canoe ride (considered a “speed boat”) to the island, where we were shown our geo-dome lodgings and got some much-welcomed dinner after our very long drive (9 hours to drive 300 miles with a stop for lunch).  We were surprised to find that the geo domes were “open air,” meaning they had no front!  It was too dark to really see much of our surroundings, so we somewhat apprehensively accepted the accommodations. 

It wasn’t until the songs of the birds woke us up that we realized our extraordinary surroundings.  We sat up in bed and saw the lake with low clouds and mist in the early morning light.  The birdsongs were magical, and several little birds flew in and out of our geo dome, perching on the bed net and the chairs.  It was very much like waking up in a fairy tale. 

Sam and Joe on hike to Batwa village.  Every inch of that hill is farmed.

We had arranged to be taken that day to a Batwa village.  The Batwa people are what we call Pygmies. There aren’t many of them left, since they were the original inhabitants of sub-Saharan Africa.  The Batwa were out-competed for farmland, being hunter-gatherers.  They live in communities of between 20 to 75, since it’s hard to get bigger than that as a hunter-gatherer society.  After about an hour in the “speed boat,” we then walked a dirt road for another 1½ hours.  White people are decidedly a novelty in this part of the country, and as we walked farther down the valley, where women and children were farming the hillsides, we continuously heard shouts of, “Howayu? Howayu?” (“How are you?”) ringing out from all directions.  These were the voices of children, young and old.  Some children who appeared to be no older than two were doing their level best to say, “How are you?”  Apparently that is all the English they know.  That, and, “Give me your bottle!”  Kathleen was carrying a water bottle, and all the little kids wanted it!  Many of these kids formed a small parade behind us, giggling and laughing each time we turned to smile at them. 

With Jackson, our guide.  Quite possibly in Rwanda.

Joe is the first one the locals warm to.

As we came to another beautiful valley, our guide let us know that the opposite hill was Rwanda. It was possibly the most beautiful and remote spot any of us has ever been in.  We climbed a steep hill off of the main path and promptly came to the Pygmie/Batwa village.  I think we’ve located it on Google Earth here so cut & paste this into your Google Earth search bar: 1° 21’ 49.78” S 29° 52’ 59.52” E.  The visit felt very intrusive, but they seemed utterly pleased to sing and dance for us.  Of course, we paid for the demonstration. We bought some of their crafts, took several photos, and quickly left them to get back to their work.  Although desperately poor, they graciously welcomed us and seemed entirely happy, until they saw Dave dance.

Aside from visiting a disappearing culture, despite its forced integration into farming, the lake, the resort, and the lodging vibe were by far the most memorable part of this trip.  

Lake Bunyonyi is completely enchanting and enchanted.  There are places in the lake where they have not found the bottom.  No waves, no wind. Just hundreds of species of little birds communicating in frequencies beyond description, farmers bringing their children to school via canoe, variations of green stripes forever, humble and sincere people eking out a living any way they can.

Simply magical and so remote I doubt I’ll ever get back there.

A Grand Day Out

Coconut Capture Lessons

Our friends here, the Kamyas (parents of our student-son, Grace Kamya at BYU-Idaho) took us to an island paradise the other day: Bulago Island in Lake Victoria.  (www.wildplacesafrica.com/bulago-island) Birds everywhere.  Sandy beaches, our own private swimming pool & basically the whole island to ourselves.  We were greeted with fresh pineapple juice cocktails in crystal martini glasses, with a “G’day, I’m Ott, Pineapple Bay Manager.  Welcome.” 

Joe got the prize after much effort.

We were certain they had the wrong people, that our boat had somehow arrived before the VIP boat.  We played along anyway.  Turns out we were the only guests planned that day!  We had the whole island to ourselves.  Got such a sunburn (except Mom & Mary) that a week later we’re still in pain.  Sam never was able to climb the coconut palm & deliver the goods on the hanging coconut.  At the end of the day one of the waiters showed us how it’s done by shinnying up the tree in about five seconds, & dropping a huge coconut  we shucked once we got home.

Better tasting than it looks.

The tour of the 500 acre island showed us a couple of private home, a landing strip for some pilot who has a place on the other side of the island. And a forest of bird-eating spiders as big as your hand to freak the living bejeezus out of Joe and Sam.  Sheet after sheet of spider webs all lined up in a very organized fashion as if there were some uber-spider orchestrating the best angle birds or as many of the trillion flies on that side of the island, into the webs.

While on our hike the manager (with no other clients on the island) fished off the pier, caught about 30 perch and tilapia.  Last week he said he caught a perch weighing 85 kilos! Big Fish!

Lunch, like everything else that day, was over the top delicious.  Whole tilapia (including head). They say the head and eyes are particularly savory.  Dave’s the only one who can confirm this & he’s not telling.    Certainly one of the most relaxing and luxurious days we’ve ever spent.

Murchison Falls National Park

The day we left Gulu we were headed to Murchison Falls National Park, which is a game reserve in the same part of the country.  Most tourists sign up with a tour company and enter and exit the park through the south, which is closer to Kampala.  Since we were north of the park, we decided to find our way to the north entrance.  We knew virtually nothing about the park, but had planned to hire a safari vehicle and driver on Tuesday morning.  We figured it would take someone who knew the park inside and out in order to find the elusive animals. 

Elephant from highway

But the animals weren't so elusive!  Before we even found the north gate, we saw an elephant from the main highway.  What we didn't know at the time was that the northern side of the Victoria Nile (which bisects the park) is where all of the large game animals are.  As we drove through the park, we didn't see another car or person for miles and miles, but we did see elephant, giraffe, warthog, and several varieties of large and small antelope.

Since we were in a small Honda CRV with tinted windows and one window that doesn’t roll down, the kids decided to crawl out the windows and sit on the door frame to be able to see better.  At one point I heard Mary yell, “I was born to do this!!!”  I think we all felt that way.

Mary and Sam in their "safari" vehicle

At one point we tried to count the number of giraffe we saw in a group in a small valley.  The count ranged from fifteen to eighteen!  One of the most surprising things was that we were the only car in the whole place.  And there definitely weren’t any fences!  Just dirt roads and the African animals.

Murchison Falls from the Nile

We got to the ferry launch with a few minutes to spare before an afternoon boat ride to the base of the falls for which the park was named.  It was a fairly small, rickety boat, but it got the job done.  The ride to the falls took a little over an hour, and along the way we passed a huge bull elephant on the river bank; many, many, many hippos; crocodiles; several cape buffalo; many beautiful birds; and at least one crocodile sunning itself on a rock.  

Dave getting all the info he can

After taking the ferry across the river at sunset, we arrived at our “lodge” just up the hill from the river.  The Red Chilli Hideaway is a quaint mixture of tents and bandas, which are just small huts that sleep anywhere from two to five people.  Because Kathleen is so cheap, we booked two bandas with two twin beds in each, and Kathleen planned to sleep with Joe.  

Dinner at Red Chilli Hideaway

Joe washing his face and not looking forward to sharing that bed with Kathleen

They have a great open-air restaurant that overlooks the river.  We had a fantastic meal and went to work getting ready for bed.  We all remarked at the stunning beauty of the stars. It has been a long time since any of us were so far from light pollution.  The fireflies were a nice touch, too.  At one point Joe wanted to light the candle in our banda, so he took a flashlight and bravely went out into the dark to get the matches from Dave and Sam.  Within a minute he ran back into our room, quickly shut the door behind him, and whispered, “There’s a hippo right outside the door!”  He must have thought if he said it too loudly the hippo might have charged the door, although it wouldn’t have fit in the entire banda!  The hippo, about the size of our minivan, was indeed just munching on grass directly next to the tent that was pitched in front of our two bandas.  We had to convince Dave and Sam that getting up was worth the effort.  When I finally said, “There is a 10-foot-tall hippo out your front door,” they took me seriously.  We watched the hippo until it quietly grazed its way to the other side of the campground.  A little later, when Sam and I went to the bathrooms, we had to dodge not only the hippo but several warthogs as we made our way back to our bandas.  It was a little surreal.

Hippopotamus outside our banda!

After a long and very hot night (electricity for fans turned off at midnight), and after a giant breakfast, we decided to cut our trip a day short since we had already seen all the game in the park (except for a lion) and didn’t see the point of hiring a guide, crossing the river again, and then spending another night.  We left through the south gate, but not before taking a side route to the top of Murchison Falls.  The entire Victoria Nile flows through a few incredibly narrow canyons on its way to Lake Albert.  It is impossible to describe the power of the water being forced through that narrow opening. 

Hopefully the video will do it some justice.

Simply put, it was a fantastic few days. 

Help Wanted

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Yay! New (used) Clothes! Denis is next to me.

Since 2007 Kathleen and I have been working with a former child soldier named Denis Ayella.  Dave met Denis at an IDP camp (essentially a refugee camp for displaced locals) when Dave was shooting a documentary film about Uganda.  Denis was abducted as a child by Joseph Kony’s Lord’s Resistance Army and forced to do some horrific things.  Denis was in the LRA for he thinks about nine years. To make a long story short, Denis escaped the LRA in 2004.  When Dave met him he really had no options.  We got Denis out of the camp and attending a local school in Gulu, then another one in Jinja.  Two years in school didn’t work out (too much time had elapsed since his formative years) and Denis returned to Gulu and began taking in orphans in the area, we feel, to help atone for some of the things he did while a soldier.

This last Sunday we visited what is now called The Future is Now Orphanage, Gulu, where Denis oversees sixteen beautiful children who have become a large family.  The orphanage is currently experiencing a great deal of hardships.  To put it bluntly, the little brood is barely surviving.  We brought as many clothes for the children as we could, bought them several hundred pounds of beans and corn, and provided four bed nets for the new bunk-beds one of the service missionaries’ daughters provided a few months back.  The missionaries, Elder and Sister Woods, worked with the children a few months back, planting sweet potato seeds in a small garden Denis has been using free of charge.  The dinner the orphanage provided for us and the Woods during our short visit were the first fruits of that little garden project.  We enjoyed boiled sweet potatoes, beans, and a sim-sim (sesame) sauce with a little grit from the sand and diesel dust from the “house” being so close to the road.  The children did a little welcome dance, just before the sun went down.  Once the sun goes down, it becomes very, very dark.The orphanage is temporarily housed in a small village adjacent to Gulu, called Laroo.  No electricity.  No running water.  These are luxuries in this part of the world. The landlady is in the process of evicting the whole brood due to the fact that the latrines are full and the children make too much noise.

Two of the youngest orphans

With our help Denis has nearly completed purchasing two acres of land in Paicho (ten miles outside of  Gulu, on Kitgum Road: GPS coordinates for you Google Earthlings: 2°52’59.08”N  32°26’08.79”E) and is in the process of clearing the land to grow some crops to feed the kids.  He has an option for an adjacent three acres across the street—a very good investment considering the road will eventually be paved & electricity brought in--Kitgum is on the way to Juba, South Sudan, where much international work is being done.  The cost of the latter is 4.5 million Uganda Shillings, or about $2000USD.  Denis is one of the hardest working men I’ve ever come across and is deeply committed to the children.  They are the family he never had and undoubtedly there is a lot of psychology at play in this situation.  

Our little foundation, Enough to Spare, has helped as much as we can but the needs of the orphanage are greater than our meager means, since our charity is also sponsoring 25 children in other schools, and four teachers’ salaries.  Two great couples from Rexburg, Ches & Stephanie Blackham, and Shane & Gale Goodwin, are generously sponsoring one of the orphans, a little boy named Eddimon.  Because of them, little Eddimon is thriving.  No others have stepped up to help carry some of the load Denis bears, and he takes charity wherever he can, sometimes from the LDS Church.  Although we never proselyted to Denis, he sought out the missionaries on his own in 2010 and was baptized.  He attends the local Gulu branch intermittently, together with his orphans.  Transporting 17 people five miles with some children as young as three can be challenging.

Sam, Dave and Denis with children who still live at the refuge camp where Denis grew up

 

What the orphanage needs is a permanent home and a way to create some income to pay for school fees to get these kids some opportunity for an education and a future.  There is a house (no electricity or running water, but potential to install) down the street from where they live now.  The cost of this is 12 million Ugandan Shillings, or about $5000USD.  Another option is raw land nearby (still close enough to town so the children can attend school) at nine million Ugandan Shillings, or about $3600USD, an absurdly small amount for a “house.”  We all realize this is “chicken feed” by American standards, but for such a paltry sum these kids could have a permanent home and move forward with several possibilities of sustainability, looking to install electricity eventually, running water, and wow, even a luxurious toilet!

With this in mind, we have come up with four possible revenue streams for the orphanage, if a permanent home can be obtained:

1.  A Goat Farm.  Goats sell for about $36 each. Two hundred goats (only a few males needed) will nearly double in number in one year, the sale of which would pay for school fees.  School fees are roughly $45USD per term (three terms per year).  Slaughtering a few goats would also add some sorely needed protein to the children’s diets.  Cost for this project would be around $4500USD for 200 goats and the supplies needed to corral and contain them; the chickens would reproduce more quickly and within a couple of years a few hundred chickens and at least 200 goats would sustain the orphanage on the two acres of farmland.  Denis would rotate the goats so they wouldn’t overgraze; the chickens would require feed which is not much.  Denis would build coops, and also two corrals for the goats on the two acres in Paicho.  During the dry season Denis would need to bring in water; a lot of work but doable.  This is a reasonable and manageable investment to create a sustainable revenue stream for the children.

2.  A Chicken Farm.  Chicks are cheap (about 80 cents each).  Feeding 300 of them for 120 days until ready for sale (they grow much more slowly on the feed here than in the states) would cost another $1500USD.  Broilers (hens for cooking) sell for around $6USD.  Eggs would also be a regular source of protein in the children’s diet and easily sold at market.    

3.  A corn mill.  The villages around Gulu grow an incredible amount of corn.  In the more remote areas, such as around where Denis has purchased land (in Paicho) there is no one to grind the corn into meal (they call it posho), which is what most peasants eat every day.  A corn mill would be quite a good little business since Denis would charge for the convenience of milling the corn instead of people doing it themselves, which is still done.  Currently, farmers are required to bring in their harvest all the way to Gulu (about ten miles), renting a truck, or getting it there any way they can, have the corn milled at a fee, then haul it all back in sacks to the village.  A Chinese-made (cheap but good for starters) corn mill would cost about $800.  Then a diesel generator to power it (electricity is spotty in the rural areas) would cost another $800.  This is perhaps the cheapest way to generate some income, but I fear the income generated will not be enough to sustain the group.  Perhaps the corn mill should be one source of revenue in addition to others, at least until the orphanage is on its feet.

      4.  An Internet Café.  Denis is quite good at computers, at least for an uneducated African.  I could probably talk the surplus department at my university to donate five or six desktop computers monitors, and a printer/scanner or two to the cause.  Shipping them over would cost around $1200, which is about the cost of the equipment itself.  We may have a container from Rexburg coming in the next few months. If so, I will put some computers in it destined for the orphanage’s needs. What will also be required for this project to happen is the payment of renting a small store near Gulu University, where many students need computer/printing/scanning services.  Should the internet café need serious technical help, Denis could call on the IT students on campus to fix the problem quite inexpensively.  Start-up costs on this, considering donated computers, would be around $3000 for shop rental, advertising, etc.  This seems like a reasonable and plausible sustainable business opportunity to provide for the orphanage, although student clientele would be seasonal. 

 All of the above are estimates based on current prices.  Costs may change due to inflation (20% here), currency exchange rates, rainfall/scarcity/famine, etc.

One of the smallest girls in a new dress

 

Now for the smooth salesman close, and I really don't enjoy asking people for money, but I see no alternative and someone must go to bat for this small family faced with so many hardships.  Not seeing anybody else volunteering, I am:  Is there anybody out there that would be willing to help us get a permanent dwelling for this little brood, and put one or more of these sustainable business plans together?  For example, there is no reason why we cannot support both chickens and goats, or corn mill and internet café, or any combination. Even just helping with ten goats would be fantastic.  Any and all support would be tax deductible through our 501(c)(3) non-profit charity, Enough to Spare.  The senior missionaries in Gulu would oversee the projects and provide valuable advice and consultation.   

In a nutshell, does anyone reading this know any gajillionaires who don't know what to do with their money, or just people who want to make a difference in the world for some orphans? :-)