The End!

I regret to state the obvious: I have not updated this blog in over one month.

In fact, I've already left Africa altogether and have returned safely to the States!

I might attribute my lack of writing to (1) my difficulty in access to the internet (and sometimes even electricity) in Uganda and/or (2) that my laptop met its ultimate demise there in Kampala. I have hence repatriated its remains home :)

Thank you for reading along with me! Until the next trip...(which will likely not be any time soon!)

Sunday

This past Sunday, I started wandering up the street. I found a catholic mass in session, but the parishoners crowded the building so much that they were seated to the end of the curb. I came in time to do the whole 'shake hands with your neighbor' and I awkwardly walked off.

I continued down the road until I saw a police officer.
"Do you know where a church is?" I asked.
"What kind?" he returned.
"Any." I replied.
"Let me walk with you." he said.

We walked up to what turned out to be an Anglican church. I was squeezed into a wooden pew between a young girl and a man. I loved the service, it was like jumping into the Nile on a hot day. They sang both traditional hymns and contemporary songs like "Everyday." I knew 99% of the words. Then, the sermon was delivered by a visiting evangelical pastor on Joseph & his brothers re: repentance.

And I saw Justice Kirabwire there!

Nile River

I went whitewater rafting down the Nile this past weekend! It was wilder than I expected. I don't know how Class 5 rapids rank on the spectrum, but for me, it was pretty serious.

Our raft flipped multiple times and I consumed copious amounts of Nile water. It was surprisingly clean and warm to swim in. I loved it!

Heroes Day

Today was a Ugandan public holiday on which a list is published of the celebrated heroes: Heroes Day! Hence, we were left to our own devices; we wandered the city and ate chicken, chips (the British kind), and ice cream.

The most amusing part of the day was a new nickname. Usually, the men on the street yell out "Mzungu!" meaning "white person." And then, as I mentioned before, they yell out "Chinese! China!" to make sure that I feel welcomed as well. One very clever man today came up with "M-China."

"Ni hao" count: 14.
Ugandans are working that Mandarin! Quite impressive.

Tomorrow, if all goes well, we will move from our hotel on William Street to more permanent (and much nicer) accomodations on Kampala Street. Evidently, we were living in a sketch part of town. When we went in to meet Justice Kirabwire on Monday, he asked us where we were staying. When we mentioned William Street, his eyes grew bigger than I thought they could ever be. He immediately asked his right hand man, John, to move us to another part of town - as long as it was above Kampala Street.

We later learned that other students had asked to be taken on a "field trip" to the local markets. Justice K sent them there with armed guards, etc. We actually live in that area right now. Are we gangsta or just ignorant? You decide.

Uganda

I spent my first full day in Kampala today. I love it so far!

I can't help but contrast it to Johannesburg, my last stop:
1. Rather than winter, it is perpetual summer here - no more sleeping with electric blankets and hot water bottles! Even at night I'm walking around in shorts.
2. It also feels like one of the safest places I've ever been. Whether or not that's true is yet to be determined...

Today, we walked around the city to find water, soap, and the courthouse where we will be reporting tomorrow morning! All missions accomplished.

I'm impressed by the Mandarin that is spoken here - I counted the number of times that "Ni hao" was yelled at me on the street: 4. I'm pleased to be a novelty. As my classmate said the last night we were out in Joburg, he's pretty sure that I'm "the only Chinese person within a 10 mile radius."

Nobel Laureates & Apartheid

It's interesting how nice things can be paired with such horrid things. Today we visited Vilakazi Street and then the Apartheid Museum.

First, we went to an area referred to as Soweto (the official name given to the "South West Township"). There, we visted Vilakazi Street, famous for being former homes of two Nobel Peace Prize winners: former president Nelson Mandela and Archbishop Desmond Tutu.

Next, we stopped at the Apartheid Museum. At the entrance, they gave us cards that assigned each person as either "white" or "non-white." Based on our identity as given by the arbitrarily handed out cards, we had to go through a particular door. I was given a "non-white" card and walked through the right-hand door.

The awful thing was that my Liberian-Canadian classmate had been telling us that circa 2007, she went to a nightclub in a small German town where she was required to use a seperate entrance to the club, solely based on the color of her skin.

The apartheid exhibits were fascinating and disturbing. I've been to such exhibits before ie: World War era and holocaust museums, but the strange thing about this one was that such unconscionable treatment of humans occurred so recently, even during my own lifetime.

There were, of course, pictures with antiquated clothing and hairstyles, but there were also pictures with permed hair and awkward trousers from the 80s and 90s.

In fact, during our last class, one of our South African classmates brought in his pass book to show. He had been required to carry this as proof of documentation during the apartheid era, or else risk being brought to prison or worse.

I realized how little I know about South Africa, apartheid, and Mandela - and how much I would like to know.
Therefore, next on the reading list: A Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela.

Law Clinic

Today, our Communication class got more than we bargained for. We were told to meet at 8:30am so that we could go together to observe graduates as they counseled clients at the school clinic. The vast majority of clients that come to the clinic, according to the Wits students, are black and indigent (which is why they come to get free legal advice).

I came prepared with paper and pen to take notes on verbal and nonverbal communication. As I was walking through the door of the clinic, we were told that we would actually be the ones interviewing the clients.

Seeing as I have the most elementary knowledge of US law, and none whatsoever of South African law, I really wasn't in a position to assist clients. Nevertheless, a classmate and I sat down with three different women individually to discuss their property issues including eviction and title deed transfer.

It was fun! I didn't realize how much I would enjoy having face-to-face contact with clients. And they each certainly had some wild situations going on. The supervising attorney was awesome; she was smart, quick on her feet, and direct when we brought her clients' muddled facts and stories. I hope to be that fantastic someday.

Constitutional Court

We went to visit the Constitutional Court, South Africa's highest court (equivalent to the US Supreme Court) which rules on matters of constitutionality. It was a breathtakingly beautiful, modern, and meaningful structure - and that's saying a lot because I typically prefer classical to modern architecture. I think the main point of interest, it is probably safe to say, was that it looks unlike any other courthouse/courtroom in the world. I don't think I can fully describe what it was like.

Inside the courtroom, the 11-judge seats had animal skins hanging over the front, each with a different pattern to show the diversity of the judges. There were one-way windows from which a person can look to the outside world while weighing matters of law. There were glass booths for interpreters to sit since South Africa is a nation with more than a handful of national languages, and in this country, it is a right to be heard in your native tongue. I loved it.

The carpet was uniquely patterned; it represented the shade of a tree which connected the past times when African leaders would hear complaints of their people under the shade of a tree. This was also the theme of the court lobby.

Outside the courtroom, in the court lobby, there was a wall of bricks. These old, red bricks were salvaged from the old prison which used to stand beside the existing court. We toured the now-closed prison grounds which have been made into a museum.

The exhibits showed the extremely degrading, dehumanizing conditions of the prison during the apartheid era in remnants of the edifices showing what the prisons were like on the inside. Many prisoners were put there for such crimes as not carrying a "pass book." During the apartheid regime, black and coloured individuals were not considered to be South African citizens although they were (as the British say) "born, bred, and buttered" in SA. Instead, if they lived outside of the regions to which they were arbitrarily assigned by the government (although having no connections to the area or culture), they were required to carry "pass books" to show their status.

It was a strange experience for me. In some ways, the prison cells appeared to be quite sanitized. I couldn't help but compare them to the ghastly equivalents which I visited in Phnom Penh, Cambodia and Dachau, Germany. I remember the strange parallels in human cruelty I drew when comparing the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge camps and the Nazi internment camps. What I saw in the old Johannesburg prison was similar in some ways, but also different somehow. I'm not sure if I can explain the difference I felt.

I also learned that Gandhi was held there for a time - I had no idea that he was initially a practicing lawyer in Johannesburg.

Race & Class

It was expected and inevitable.
We had a welcome Braai (a traditional celebration barbeque with lots of meat!) to start off the winter programme at Wits. Our chefs were hanging about the seating area after having cooked and set out the spread of food. I loaded up my plate and looked to find a seat.

"They come from all over the world," said one of the chefs to the other. "Australia, America..."

I walked by the group.

"...and South Korea!"

Mind you, there are no students from South Korea in our programme. I looked up in surprise at the speaker.

"Yeah! South Korea!" he repeated, nodding, smiling, and pointing at me.

"I'm not from South Korea!" I exclaimed with an incredulous smile. I don't think he was convinced.

I found out from the Wits law student who sat at our table that I'm actually black :)
It turns out that are typically 3 categorizations of people: (1) black, (2) white, and (3) coloured. The first two are probably obvious. The "coloured" category refers to people who resulted from interracial unions, typically between blacks and whites.

Evidently, Chinese people don't fall into any of the aforementioned categories and are simply refered to as Chinese. That works. However, under the new laws which were passed to redress the wrongs of apartheid and disparity in treatment, Chinese (as well as some other groups) have been classified as "black" in order to receive the governmental benefits.

This was confirmed by my South African classmate. According to him, during apartheid, Chinese people were categorized as "white." With the end of apartheid in 1994, Chinese were classified as "black." He told me that this was the result of the efforts of Chinese businessmen. Although the Chinese had not suffered oppression under apartheid since they were "white," after apartheid, a group of Chinese businessmen filed a lawsuit against the South African government to get status as blacks in order to gain the same restitution/benefits as blacks. My classmate viewed this as quite a business move. Interesting.

The effects of apartheid still seem to linger. The bunch of us students walked across the Wits campus to get our ID cards. It was a handful of us American students (all white, with the exception of yours truly) and a Liberian-Canadian student. While we were obnoxiously chatting away, a couple of black Wits students started talking to our Canadian counterpart. Later, she told us that the Witsies were asking her if she was okay and why she was with us. She assured them that she was fine and that we were her friends. We surmised that 16 years after the death of apartheid, there is still very little crossing of race lines in friendships. Granted we have had few and limited experiences here in the past couple days or so; but still, interesting.

Last note for today. One of the courses I'm taking here is called Cross-Cultural Legal Communication. Our reading broadly discussed the differences between Western (referring to Europe, UK, and the US) and East Asian (referring to China, Japan, and Korea) ways of thinking. According to our source, Western minds tend to categorise and think about things in an isolated manner while Asians tend to think holistically and consider relationships.

We each took a mini self-assessment which included a few questions including the following:

(1) Consider the following two arguments. Is one more convincing than the other?
1. All birds have ulnar arteries.
Therefore all eagles have ulnar arteries.

2. All birds have ulnar arteries.
Therefore all penguins have ulnar arteries.


(2) Which of the following two groups of proverbs most appeals to you - the first three or the second three?

Half a loaf is better than none.
One against all is certain to fail.
"For example" is no proof.

Too humble is half-proud.
Beware of your friends, not your enemies.
A man is stronger than iron and weaker than a fly.


We discussed which school of thought our personal tendencies leaned more toward. Which style of thinking is dominant for you?

First Glance

I successfully made it into Johannesburg!

Once at the airport, I was instructed to find my driver who would be holding my name on a placard. There was no such person when I arrived.

So I made my usual smart move. I went with a random man who approached me, offering his taxi services (all the while praying for safety). He turned out to be legit and brought me safely to my lodgings. Hurray!

All of us students are staying in a guesthouse about 4km from the University of Witwatersrand (Wits)(pronounced "Vits" presumably because it's a Dutch name).

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The next day, I went with a few students to the Johannesburg Zoo! We saw lions, but no tigers, and bears!

This is how jetlag feels.





I just like these two.


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Classes begin tomorrow!

Africa

As the new title suggests, I am indeed headed for Africa in May!
My destinations include South Africa (to study) and Uganda (to learn about the judicial system).

To be quite frank, I don't know much about South Africa or Uganda - or the entire continent really - so this will certainly be a learning experience in every way! And that makes me excited.

Look forward to sharing little experiences with you here!

Cambodia in 2.5 Weeks!

A big thank you for you who have given generously toward the fundraising for this trip!
A huge thank you for those who have been praying in this time of preparation!

Only 2.5 more weeks before departure - I'm excited!

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Here's the latest on my trip / what you can pray for:

1. My team! There are 6 of us on this ESL Cambodia team. Two of our members are heading over early, leaving this week! We corporately developed these statements:

Vision
Join together in God's work to love and selflessly engage those we encounter.

Mission Statement
Bless and equip World Relief staff using ESL as a means to develop relationships, gain cultural perspective, and establish our spiritual disciplines.

Please also pray for our teamwork and team dynamics - that we would be like-minded, have the same love, and be one in spirit and purpose - Philippians 2.2-style : )

2. Finances. Guess what? I am all funded!! The amount that I set out to raise has come in. Praise God for providing; and praise Him for the generosity of friends!
And as you may recall, I committed to personally contributing 1/3 of the cost. I am super grateful for the short-term job I had and am now just waiting on that last paycheck to come in so I can put it toward this trip!

3. More fundraising / awareness. On July 5th and 12th, our team is planning to sell beverages on Lake Avenue Church's patio between the two morning services. We hope to use this opportunity not only to raise any needed funds for the trip, but also as a way to tell our church about what we're doing!

Here's a link to a blog written by a couple World Relief staff: http://www.eslcambodia.wordpress.com. It gives more info on the wider project and some interesting tidbits from a local point of view.

Thanks again!

Next stop: Cambodia!

Rapid update: I've been back in America and am now prepping for a short-term trip to SE Asia! See below :)

As you may have already heard, I’m making a two-week trip to Cambodia in July to teach English to local World Relief workers!

My interest in the location began in the spring of 2007 when I did a project on human trafficking. Cambodia was a main focus of my research since trafficking is prevalent there.

When I heard about my church's partnership with World Relief in Cambodia, I became excited for an opportunity to see and contribute to the location which my heart already aches for. The chance to learn English from native speakers is rare for local Cambodian workers, while proficiency in the language also provides increased opportunities to earn a higher income and is also a useful tool for research and communication. Already, World Relief workers are impacting Cambodian communities in a variety of ways - see their site: http://www.wr.org/.

My plan for getting there is through God’s grace and lots of prayer from my friends and family. Will you pray for me?

On the financial side, the expense for this trip will be $2500. I will be personally contributing 1/3 of this total. Thankfully, I have a part-time job at an after-school program for elementary students which will help! For the remaining 2/3 of the needed funds, I am partnering with friends who want to be part of this!

Let me know if you're planning on praying for me or if you want to give your financial support for this trip! Here's a quick giving link: Give.


Things to pray for:
-That the finances would come in for this trip.
-Safety & health whilst in the air and in Cambodia.
-That this would be a great learning experience for me.
-That God would show me future ways that He wants me to be active in bringing Him glory & that I would listen to Him.

Thanksgiving with my Roots

Or at least pilgrims' roots.

We celebrated Thanksgiving last Saturday here in London. It was a handful of Americans and a majority of Brits around the traditional dinner table. We did some arts and crafts, notably, turkey hands - a staple for American children since pre-school (nursery). This was completely new for the Londoners, and they found great joy in transforming a mere hand tracing into an image of a turkey.

Another project (again borrowed from primary school classrooms) was to dress the part of either a pilgrim or a Native American. The British all insisted on making feathered headdresses to represent the native peoples. I found this quite a contrast since GB has historically been quite the champion of imperialism worldwide. I believe one of the Americans created and wore a pilgrim hat - someone had to represent the nation's founders.

We ate everything one could expect or hope for: turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green bean casserole and pumpkin pie. Yum.

And of course, no social event would be complete without me creating an awkward moment. We did the classic 'going around the table' saying what we were thankful for (no duplicates allowed). When it came to my turn I said:

"I am thankful that I could get away from LA...
...and that I get to go back soon."

You'd be surprised at how many crickets could chirp in that small pause of the elipse. After the second half of my sentence was finished, I heard relieved, audible, deep "Mmm"s from around the table. Glad that people are concerned about my loyalty to my hometown, or are at least eager to ship me back asap : )

Interestingly enough, last Thanksgiving weekend I visited Greece. This time, the Americans who flew in to celebrate with us in London are doing ministry work in Athens! A Grecian theme two years in a row...

White Collar, Working-Class Woes: A Quarter-hour in the Life

Today was one of those days. I was supposed to send an anonymous CV from our recruitment office to a client. I took painstaking care to remove the candidate's name from the Word document and the body of the email. I proofread and re-read everything twice and clicked 'send'.

A few minutes after the email hit the recipient's inbox. I checked my sent mail to find...the candidate's name gracing the email's subject line.

With unsteady hands, I phoned my boss' mobile. he roared with laughter at the ridiculousness of sending an anonymous CV with the name in the subject line - he didn't care much about this particular case.
*sigh of relief*

And I have an unclassy run in my black stockings that kept growing progressively larger throughout the day.

When Pigs Don't Fly...

Today my receptionist asked if anyone would volunteer to obtain a greeting card for one of the girls in the office who's leaving the office this week. As usual, I offered my services and was rewarded with a "Good girl" as I headed out the door.

I took a co-worker along with me for help in choosing the right card. We stopped at the corner shop and decided that we had to pick a silly, random one - something suitable for our leaving fellow office minion.

I picked up a card with smiling blue cows which seemed to be the right one. However, my co-worker picked up one with grinning pink pigs of all shapes, shades and sizes! Between the two farm animals, we decided that pink pigs trump blue cows anyday.

We triumphantly headed back to the office, presenting the fruits of our successful mission.
Our dear receptionist held the card in her hand for a few moments and said calmly, "We usually try to stay away from pigs and things here..."

(Did I mention the small fact that our office is owned and run by a Jewish woman???)

I took the opportunity to crown this gaffe by taking my ham sandwich with me to lunch : )

Can I have your digits?

Yesterday evening I was at the pub after church; and as usual, we were engaged in a random assortment of conversation. Our table was joined by one more member of the community who quietly took a seat on my right.

In the middle of some discussion about music (or something), W abruptly picked up his mobile, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Can I have your number?"

I was taken quite aback for a couple seconds. I'm not accustomed to gentlemen asking me for my number, in fact, I've never been in such a situation before.

"What are you going to do with my number?" I asked. (Some of the smartest and best people answer questions with questions - and so when in doubt, I emulate.)

"I'm going to send you a text." the unfazed W replied.

"What will you text me?" I continued to buy some time to think about this.

"You'll see." said W confidently as he readied his phone.

I looked helplessly at C. "Should I give it to him? Is he an okay person?"

C, a very laid back, older gentleman (who, incidentally, works at the Houses of Parliament), slightly shrugged / grinned and said "I think it'll be all right."

I said out the numbers and the conversation resumed. In a few seconds, my mobile beeped its receipt of a new message: [Name of man sitting on my right] periodically falls for a girl at church. Just a heads-up. He is very harmless, but information is useful. x

As W finished his last, rambling thought about thresholds, I said "Thank you for letting me know."

"No problem." he said.

Life after London

My french co-worker placed a news article on my desk this week; this part caught my eye:

"The architect Frank Lloyd Wright once said that if the world were tipped on its side 'everything loose will land in Los Angeles'."

--Matthew Garrahan, "Diverse city looks beyond challenges.", Financial Times Tuesday, October 28 2008.


I was going to say that I found this true - I'm loose (okay, not in that way) and I find myself likely drawn back to the city that raised me : )

A Parisian Weekend

It was my second time going back to the city of l'amour. The first time, to be honest, I wasn't too impressed. I decided to give the place another chance since my gal pal has now moved there for a fashion internship.

I had a GREAT time : )

The highlight was really attending the ballet at the famous Opera House. It's where the Phantom of the Opera is set. Looking down at the staircase at the main foyer, I couldn't help but hum "Masquerade" to myself.

I also ate far too much: Pastas, pain au chocolat, baguettes, creme brulee, fruit wine, cafe au lait, macaroons and drinking chocolate...

I still have little desire to live there, however. Maybe only for a short time...

Himmel der Bayern (Barvarian heaven)

I returned Saturday evening from Munich. It was alternately beautiful and thought-provoking.

The beautiful part:
It was warm the first night we arrived. I wore a light, turquoise cardigan out to dinner and was quite comfortable. It's autumn (for the places that actually have seasons) and the trees were turning shades of red and orange - I had never truly experienced the happiness of "fall."

The food was delightful. I think I ate my body weight in sausages, potatoes and apfelstrudel.

My newest goal is to learn German - I may need it someday when I live there...who knows?


Thought-provoking part:
I saw Dachau. I stood on the very grounds.
I had a long think about it on Sunday afternoon.