Jinja, Uganda: Hopelessness and Poverty won’t win the day. Not in their village. These women are making sure of that.

A warm greeting from the women in Jinja! I don’t know about you, but I’ll take a hoopin’ and a hollerin’, dancin’, red-dirt African welcome over the glitzy, red carpet, Hollywood variety any day of the week.

During my recent journey in Uganda, I visited this community of women in Jinja, most of whom have been widowed and/or and left destitute by AIDS. Their economic survival depends upon a fair-trade business they’ve built with funding from an American businessman, as well as private donors.

I’ll share my personal reflections on the time that I spent there with these woman and 37 other volunteers. But first, a brief background on the economic situation in this region.

The statistics paint a gloomy picture for eastern and northern Uganda, including Jinja.

According to World Bank’s 2016 Uganda Poverty Assessment Report, progress in reducing poverty in this region has not kept up with the rest of Uganda. Between 2006 and 2014, the total number of poor has increased from 68% to 84%.

What does that look like? Well, imagine living in a community where you eat one meal a day (if that), electricity is non-existent and there’s no toilet facility. That is the reality in many impoverished areas in this region, as I can attest firsthand to having recently visited several communities like it—or worse.

Humble abode. Red bricks, red dirt, and a red and white curtain hung for a door give this community some warmth in otherwise bleak conditions.

It can be disheartening to read reports like these, especially for those dealing with the current state of education in Uganda. It goes without saying that an education, even a basic one, is the only real hope children have to escape the never-ending cycle of systemic poverty. The summary statement at the top of a 2016 article on Uganda’s failing education systems says it all: “Despite the $302 millions spent annually on primary education, almost 70% of children are likely to drop out, with hidden costs proving too high for poorer parents.”

The article goes on to state, “Even the Ugandans who do manage to defy the odds, most return to a state of poverty … For every three Ugandans who were lifted out of poverty, two fell back.”

That sounds like a bad game of Chutes and Ladders to me. Three steps forward, two steps back and then repeat … again and again, making the finish line seem ever elusive.

That’s why it’s encouraging to see and hear from Ugandans who are defying those odds—like this inspiring group of women (Hope for Women – Uganda) who live and work together in a Jinja community, combining their skills and talents to make handmade baskets, purses, jewelry, clothes and other goods to help provide for the collective needs of their village.

The beautiful leaders of Hope for Women Uganda. They’re getting ‘er done.

Here are some photos and videos of life in that village—along with just some of the goodies they sell. (I’ve posted some of the cool stuff I purchased as well.)

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Wanting in on the fun, three children of the community peek through the bars at all the customers (including moi) visiting their village’s fair trade store. No doubt they hope their big smiles will gain them entrance. Hey, it worked on me!

One thing I regret during my brief time there was not being as “present” as I would have liked. My job was to take photos and gather stories, and that required me to be behind the lens more often than not. When your brain is actively engaged in scoping out arresting images to capture and then setting up the shots, you really can’t slow down and hug on kids or converse with adults.

That being said, I made sure I made the time to get in at least some hugs and conversations. How could I not?

Here’s a delightful young volunteer who was fully present with the kids. I stopped and captured this charming scene with an impromptu “interview.” (Clearly forgetting my journalism training with my repeated use of the word “Wow!” That’s what happens when you’re having just too much fun.

More photos of the community …

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She’s just a youngin’ but already laden with adult responsibilities.  She doesn’t seem to mind this job, though.
Helping the children of Jinja see a new future through education. This little cutie in the “bush bush” wanted to try on my glasses while we were there buying amazing some cool handmade products from the women of the village … and visiting the beautiful nearby property where the next God Cares’ School will be.
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Most animals in these poor communities have a functional purpose, like goats or chickens.  Not sure about Fido’s role here, but he seemed pretty tuckered out. Maybe eating that dangling carrot proved too much for him.
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Said the rooster to the cow: “You’re new here, so I’m going to show you the ropes.  First, I get up early … as in really early. I hope you’re okay with that. Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Inside the community building (even the presence of such a building is a sign of comparative prosperity), we were joyfully entertained by the women in song, dance and a Ugandan morality play (that I really didn’t get). Noticing all the kids crammed in the doorway, I managed to lift up one toddler who was hanging around the door and place him on my lap. The child barely moved a muscle—no doubt awe-struck at the sudden appearance of all these mzungus (white people). It’s doubtful he had ever seen the likes of us before.

I held the little guy close … until about 15 minutes in, when it occurred to me that he most likely wasn’t wearing diapers. The idea of urine leaking onto my silk skirt was not a welcome prospect. (We were required to wear dress or a skirt in order to be culturally sensitive.) So I put him down … just in case.

After a rousing welcome outside, inside we were treated to more music and even a morality play.

Some of the children of the village treating us to their version of an official welcome …

Feeling a bit confined, I wandered off on my own to explore the grounds, meet some women and capture more intriguing images—away from the crowd. Walking around the back of the building, I ran into the cook for the village, who was stirring a thick substance in a large pot. It was clear that she put her whole body and soul into making this gruel, porridge, grits—what have you.

She happily agreed to let me give it a whirl—a decision I immediately regretted. Apparently, my upper body strength leaves something to be desired. I barely made one turn with the large stick … a pathetic effort that had the women surrounding me doubled over in laughter. Unfortunately, the only nearby volunteer who could have videotaped the comical sight was grappling with his own third-world dilemma—how to keep from being overcome by the fumes that awaited him in the stinkin’ “hole in the ground.

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This pot of gruel is grueling to stir. I know because I tried it and could barely move the stick around … even once!  What’s contained in here has to serve all the children in the village. It might be their only meal for the day.

My wanderings around the village ended at the front, where I decided to enter Madame Rose’s baby classroom. All I could say was, Wow! Madame Rose is a living example of the truism that money in and of itself does not produce creativity. I was so impressed by what she created out of nothing, which really was just materials from around the village. Old, holey shoes (which the children actually wear), discarded cups, tree bark, paper … anything and everything is re-purposed into something whimsical and educational.

Added to that were Madame Rose’s own artistic drawings that hung from the ceiling with the rest of the “scrap art.” It made me want to be a child again—just so I could sit in teacher Rose’s class, where I’d be sure to receive lots of hugs and enjoy colorful object lessons.

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Madam Rose’s Baby Class.  Turning very limited resources into a classroom of creativity. I love the “scrap art.” When these kids get older, the hope is that the new campus of God Cares’ School, will be there for them to get a top-quality education.  (See my upcoming post about this amazing property and how you can come alongside to help)

Allow me to add more whimsy and color to your day with another montage of Madame Rose’s Colorful Creations. (Fun captions included.)

From top, left to right: (1) You have “hot pockets” and then you have wall pockets. You can’t eat these but I sure do “eat up” the whimsy combined with practicality of it. (2) “Keep Time.” I’ve printed this out and put it on my fridge.  Perfect reminder to ADHD/ADD challenged creative types such as myself (3) “I like” … me too! (4) Is she on her way to baby class?  Ok, well now I’m just jealous. (5) An object lesson you can eat. Yummy African fruit. (6) “Our Body” – okay well hopefully not anyone’s body (scary) but you have to admire the beguiling zombie-like imagery here (anyplace other context and this would be an oxymoron) (7) “Respect Teachers.” Amen. I’m passing this one on to a few teacher friends (8) “Pot?” I’m hoping  this isn’t their other “cottage industry.” 😉

Finally … a few photos of the women’s wares sold in the Hope for Women Uganda’s store. Come one and come all! (Really wish I had snapped more photos, but as you can see, it was crowded in there.)

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By now, you no doubt have photo fatigue. Imagine what it was like to actually be there. Every second of every moment while I traveled through Uganda, I thought I would explode from the visual cacophony that was foisted on my senses (in a good way). Though my fellow travelers might not agree. In their minds, they probably thought I was mentally AWOL. What they didn’t understand is that for a visually driven writer with ADHD, being in Africa is like being given the keys to a French chocolatiers’ shop after hours and being told, “Here, have it!”

I’ll leave you with another fun video … this one of the welcoming committee making us visitors run the gauntlet. The teens especially seem to dig it.

If you feel moved to help these women and their children who desperately need an education, so that one day they can help lead their nation into a brighter future, please contact: Buyamba Uganda. They are the US-based fundraising arm for God Cares School—a primary and high school that’s helping to change those dismal statistics on the state of education in Uganda.

I volunteer there and trust me, they are the real deal. Your money will be well spent

That’s it. Thanks for reading this post.



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