A Day at the Beach!

Hey Everyone,

Below are a few photos from Sunday. I went to the beach with some friends and we played soccer and just hung out. It was a wonderful day barring my knee deciding to move in and out. I learned how to ride a motorcycle (that of which I have had a desire to do for sometime) and generally had a good time!

Lake Victoria at Dusk


Tabitha and Derrick


Derrick and I


Uncle Charles and I


Lake Victoria


I learned how to ride a motorcycle (boda boda) along the boardwalk of Lake Victoria!


Florence (not the woman I'm staying with), Aunt Sarah, Tabitha, Derrick, and I'm not sure :)


Tabitha, JaJa (Grandma), and Me.

The "Smoking Gun"

What began as an election dispute in Kenya has rapidly turned in to a crisis with up to 1,000 dead and on the fast track to if not already a humanitarian catastrophe. Was it really ever an election dispute or was the election rig just the smoking gun to the already mounting pressure of tribal and ethnic clashes reaching hundreds of years back? Just recently there was an article in the leading newspaper in Uganda about the attempts to poison Kenyan refugees whom fled the violence of the riots to Uganda. The refugees were staying in a camp on the Ugandan side of the border. Two people from the opposing side (tribe) snuck in and put poison in the food. Luckily it was caught before the food was distributed to hundreds of people. Before this, a bus was burned of people again trying to flee the violence. The bus was burned by the opposing tribe as a retaliation tactic for people in another tribe having been injured and killed.







Kenyan tribal clashes are not the only clashes however. What about Darfur, Rwanda, Israel, Palestine, Hitler, Stalin, the war on terror? Any of these ring a bell? All of these have something to do with different tribes, ethnicities, and beliefs. What is it about people’s differences that create such havoc in the world? I suppose that it is not the first time this question has been asked nor will it be the last. Nor is there any one answer, otherwise the Middle East would not be such the hot bed it always has been. Everywhere in sight there is visible intolerance, hatred, and ignorance sparking the eruption of violence and planting the seeds to sprout future generations of fighting until we do the inevitable and exterminate ourselves.

One might ask what has sparked such animosity in my thinking. I am a generally overly optimistic person. I still am and believe that the world and people’s hearts can change, however the seemingly approach of the “end of the world” can not be ignored. Maybe it won’t even be the “end of the world” in a literal sense but one of a decreased quality of life. A while back a read a book titled “Stupid White Man” by the infamous Michael Moore.



One of the chapters focused on a future of the world running out of resources and a place once known as the “super power i.e. America” in where people are forced to use candles because there is no electricity left. A world in which vehicles are one of the past because there is no oil left. The chapter was trying to make a point that the world is on a path of decreased quality of living if something does not change.

The aforementioned clashes between people are not just based across the globe apart from the United States however, there is a war engulfing America as well. Democrats vs. Republicans, Atheists vs. Evangelicals, Creationists vs. Evolutionists, Black vs. White, Oil Companies vs. Environmentalists, Pro-Choice vs. Pro-Life, and so on. We talk as if we are united as Nationalists of America but there is an inflaming war between Americans that have always existed. United as one is of the past and a divided nation is looming nearer especially here in Uganda.

The thought of Ugandan civil war erupting was a recent contemplation. In a conversation involving Kenya between me and a friend of mine, he brought up the realities of a looming war in Uganda. He told me that he foresaw civil war breaking out in Uganda within the next couple of years. Uganda has 56 different tribes and of those tribes one primarily owns and runs the country. Currently there is a battle between one tribe and another over land. Everywhere I go people ask each other what tribe they are. The Africans and the Indians don’t get along. All in all it seems inevitable that eventually there will be a “smoking gun” like the Kenyan election to incite Uganda in to a catastrophe as well. Having been recovering from the catastrophe of Indi Amin’s rule only twenty years ago it is soon to delve into another one. Whether the smoking Gun is Museveni's attempt at rigging his re-election or land being taken away it is an inevitable truth. Over all however I invite anyone to show me a place that is not at war somehow. I am unable to think of one.

Blissfully Ignorant

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Some Photos

Hey everyone, here are a few more photos. I recently visited the Entebbe zoo and a beach at Lake Victoria. Both were very exciting!!!



White Rhino




Shoebill Stork


Chimpanzee


Lake Victoria


Ugandan Crane

Panty Pegs

In the late night/early morning of my going away shin dig, several of my close friends and I were sitting in my friend Victor’s living room bantering back and forth. Among those in attendance was my pal Doreen. Doreen’s family is whom I am staying with in Uganda. While chatting she brought up “panty pegs.” She informed me that while in Uganda I would be using them. The term “panty pegs” struck an inquisitive note in most of my friends; including me. Since being in Uganda I have received several e-mails from those people present at my shin dig inquiring about panty pegs; thus the title of this blog.

In Uganda and I imagine much of the world; people wash their laundry by hand. Many houses employ a “house girl” or maid to do much of the work (cooking, cleaning, and laundry). Washing someone else’s underwear however is unacceptable (understandably so). Thus, it is everyone’s individual duty to wash their own underwear (panties). After washing they are hung in your closet on something similar to a hanger called a “panty peg.” Most of them are either pink or blue.



I hope everyone’s curiosity is satisfied!

Recent Adventures

I have been in Uganda close to one and a half months. Realizing this, I decided that it was time to visit a couple of the Kampala historical sights. Kampala itself is a bustling city with an amazing nightlife, but little in terms of historic places to visit. Most tourist books recommend going outside of Kampala for the “touristy sights.” There are a couple of sights however, and I chose to visit them recently.

The fist sight I visited is The Uganda Museum: A display of Uganda's cultural heritage. It is a vivid reminder of the country's colorful past. One of its most interesting features is the collection of traditional musical instruments, which one is free to play. The Uganda Society’s library is housed in one room of the Uganda National Museum. Started in the 1930’s by a group of scholars, the collection is comprised of approximately 3,000 volumes, maps, periodicals and photographs, all pertaining to African history, culture, sociology, travel and science. In addition to its collection, the library houses the books of the East African Wildlife Society and a number of books from the museum which were given to the society’s care some years ago. The Uganda Museum (founded in 1908) in Kampala has exhibits of traditional culture, archeology, history, science, and natural history. It regularly presents performances of traditional music.



The following day I visited some historic tombs. The Kasubi tombs are one of the burial grounds/royal tombs of the Kabakas of Buganda, and the site is an example of traditional Ganda Architecture, culture and living traditions. The palace was built by Kabaka Mutesa I in 1882 and according to culture, each king was supposed to be buried at a separate site when he died and a royal shrine to house his jawbone which was believed to contain his spirit was to be established at another site. Mutesa I was the 35th King of Buganda (1856-1884) and the first king to be buried in his former palace (the Tombs) at Kasubi without removing his jawbone. Mwanga II who succeeded his father Mutesa in 1884 was the second king to be buried at the Tombs after his remains were brought back from exile (Seychelles islands) in 1910. His son Daudi Chwa II succeeded him at the age of one year in 1896 and ruled until his death in 1939. He too was buried in the Tombs. Daudi Chwa II was succeeded by his son Edward Mutesa II and the then governor of the Uganda protectorate. He died in 1966 in exile (London) and his remains were brought back and buried in the Tombs in 1971.
The Kasubi Tombs is an important Burial site for the Kabakas of Buganda because old traditions were broken at the site when the Kabakas were buried together. Each prince and princess who is a descendant of the four Kabakas is also buried at Kasubi behind the main shrine. The site is important as a cemetery of the royalty of the Buganda kingdom.

The tombs comprise the Bujjabukula (Gatehouse) a beautifully built gate, which is the entrance of the site. It's constructed with wooden columns and a wall made of wooden woven reeds. The gate leads to a small courtyard with a circular house-House of Royal drums (Ndoga-obukaba) where the drums are kept. In the main courtyard, there are several houses built for the widows of the kabakas and other ritual purposes. At Kasubi and all other royal tombs, there is an area behind a back-cloth curtain known as kibira (forest) where the real Tombs of the kabakas are and where certain royal ceremonies are performed like the new moon ceremony and the consultations of the mediums. In front of the curtain, there are raised platforms corresponding to the position of each kabakas tomb behind the curtain. Entrance to the "Secret forest" is only limited to the widows of the Kabakas, the royal family, the Buganda Prime-minister (katikkiro) and the Nalinya (kabakas official sister).
The Kasubi Tombs are adorned with royal regalia like spears, drums, medals, photographs and shields of the kabakas buried there. The structure is supported by wooden poles wrapped in backcloth and the floor covered with grass and palm leaves mats. Backcloth traditionally popular for clothing is a fabric made from the soft back of a fig tree (Ficus natalensis) and has a strong ritual importance to the people of Uganda. Thatching of the roof is carried out by members of the Ngeye clan (colobus monkey clan) ant the decorators of the poles are from the Leopard clan, who are the only people allowed to do this work.
Pregnant women and widows are not allowed to enter the building while its being thatched since this is believed to cause leakage. Similarly, the thatchers are not supposed to have sexual intercourse during the thatching period. The great roof is supported by 52 rings, which represent the 52 clans culture.


Overall, both visits were fun and educational. Anyone whom decides to come visit Uganda should visit both of these sights!

"Drinking Club with a Running Problem"

Within a few days of arriving in Uganda I joined a "drinking club with a running problem" as most people describe it. Florence is the Hash mistress, thus every Monday I go with her and Daphne to run. Generally speaking we run around 6k and then eat and drink. The people in the club are fun and outgoing and really love running.

Following the run we join together in "the circle." In this circle they welcome new comers to the club by making them chug a beer. They then spend time picking on people and making them drink for any reason such as not joining the circle, talking during the circle, or just for fun. After one has been to the club a certain amount of time they give them a Hash name. Generally the names are things such as “Bent Pussy”, “Ebola”, or “Dirty Dick.” One can imagine the crowd!!! I have yet to have been named thus retaining my dignity at this point. Also, if you have new shoes they put beer in the shoe and make you chug it. I luckily have not had that pleasure. I think I would easily throw up! Over all it is a fun lively crowd.

For those of you who know me, I am not a runner. I enjoy sports such as swimming, tennis, or rock climbing. I have never had the endurance it takes to continue running past a mile. Thus, joining this club was a big step for me. I have really enjoyed it thus far and have met a few friends through my horrible attempt at running.

Last weekend I was roped in to running a marathon; courtesy of my Hash colleagues. As cool as a marathon sounds, I chose only to run the 10k. Daphne, Noreen and I finished in a little less than an hour and a half. Pretty horrible, but it was fun. The marathon was for charity and it made it all worth it. All of the proceeds of the marathon are going to North Ugandan Refugee camps.