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water is precious.

This morning I woke up at 5:30a.m. for some reason, so I decided to wash up some dishes before settling down to finish some work. As I was washing the dishes, I became extremely conscious of how much water I was using. The past few days, I have been really noticing how much water I use, and how little of it I actually drink. Back in the village, the water used to wash dishes and clothes were all carried by jerricans, from ‘bore holes’. Bore holes are the places in the village where water pumps have been installed, so most villagers make a morning and night trip to get water, often having to walk for a good half hour to and from. Girls and women usually do this job—in the morning, women do this with babies on their backs; in the evening, girls as young as 10 years old do this job as part of their after school chores. Thinking of all the times I passed by on my way home from work, I remember when those girls would walk along the dirt roads, heads held high balancing the 5L yellow jerricans of water on their way home. Seeing me, they would excitedly extend a hand to wave, sometimes tilting their head a little to keep the water balanced. And my account of how people get water in my village represents a better story than most in Africa. Knowing how effortlessly my water streams out of my tap, I keep reminding myself not to take it for granted, as easy as it is to do. If the twelve kids in our summer kindergarten class were in my kitchen while I washed my dishes with such clean water, they would all be rushing to drink the water that trickled, wasted, down the bowls. All the times I leave the tap on carelessly in the year before I went to Uganda, I could have accumulated enough water to supply the village for a good summer.

I know that my saving water really won’t have much impact on the Ugandans who I think of. But it’s a matter of principle. Water is such a precious resource, and we’ve been spoiled in the richer countries to the point where we’re oblivious to the fact. We treat it as if it were nothing, ‘it’s okay to waste it, what harm does that do to anyone?’.

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Weekend reflection

A couple days ago we bumped into an American Peace Corp volunteer shopping at the local supermarket that regularly visit. (Supermarkets in the towns are really just tiny convenience stores stocked up with basic things like sauce, water, school notebooks, and cheap candy. ) We learned that her name was Audrey, and she is staying at a town around the same distance to Busolwe as we are. It was such a nice treat to chat in English with someone else from North America. She is on a 27 month assignment, and she’s only been here for about 2.5 months, a month more than we have. We invited her to visit us at the library sometime, and she mentioned that she was on her own, so she definitely will.

Later, Steph, Anna, and I talked about how much harder this experience would be if any of us were on our own. I owe a lot to my housemates, and to UBC for fixing up our arrangements. It’s been really comforting to have that Vancouver connection with my housemates. Plus, we are all similar in our goals and aspirations, but are different personalities so life is always interesting.

We seem to take turns getting sick. It is currently my term, apparently. I hope it’s not malaria, and that’s all I wish for. Being sick here is five times harder than it is back home. It makes me cranky and irritated and more on guard than usual, but also allows me to be more bold in my bartering and confrontational skills with boda drivers and the like.

I’m so incoherent this weekend. Tired. Sick. Update better tomorrow, or next weekend. We only have access to internet on the weekends when we are at our hotels.

I hope everyone is doing well back home.

It surprises me how different NGO volunteers approach their assignments. I wonder if some of the other foreigners staying here at this hotel went through classes on ethics. I wonder if we are doing our projects in the most sustainable and ethical way possible. We will probably look back on our time here and see where we could’ve done better.

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