These days we have a full, lively house at POH Bwaise. Nearly a month ago, seven of our girls finished their first term back in class, attending boarding schools around Kampala, and returned home for their holiday. Extraordinary courage was asked of them when they returned to school in February, seeing that it had been quite awhile since some of them had been in school and there was much catching up to do. Coming home also proved daunting; while they were away, four new sisters joined us and the boarding school girls were coming home to both the familiar and unfamiliar. Same house, new faces and new paint. Change is seldom easy.
Unsure of what to expect, we were grateful when they demonstrated grace and resilence. The new younger ones received their big sisters with warmth and hugs and the big sisters accepted the younger ones and within days of their return everybody had settled. Then one afternoon I stepped out onto the front porch to this scene:
The late afternoon breeze mingling the strains of rustling leaves overhead with the jaunty melody from a passing car, the girls had organized themselves into study groups in the shade of the house, determined to “read” (study) and not lose any ground during the month long break between terms. I couldn’t help but witness this scene with astonishment -- what children do you know prioritize studying during their holiday and take it upon themselves to begin?
Another evening while perched on the balcony with one of the aunties, the darkening sky settling the dusty sunset over Bwaise and the city beyond, we spied a moment of sweet camaraderie below. One of the older girls steadied a wooden ladder, branches secured with rope, against the compound wall beside an avocado tree, while a younger one scaled it, reaching for the rock hard fruit that perhaps was too enticing to allow for a few more days of ripening. Realizing they were caught, they giggled and the picker descended from the foliage, arms full of green.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Today was a special day for everyone at Purse of Hope, Bwaise. After 8 long months of classes and training our drop-in girls are finally graduating!
Since most of them have never seen a beach and had no clue what it looked like, we decided to give them a special treat and hold the graduation on the beach of Lake Victoria in Entebbe. We loaded up all the live-in girls as well as the drop-in center girls and headed to the beach.
It was an amazing day and we've never seen the girls so excited!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
(A creative story written by Beatrice at the Total Impact House)
Once upon a time there was a bird that lived in a farm. That farm is big, full of trees, with a beautiful colour and it is also cool, and quiet. The bird lived in that farm but he could not fly! The name of that bird is Dove. That bird is funny! Its colour is black, the mouth looks short, the legs are big, and the eyes are red. That bird is beautiful.
The bird is friends with other animals from home. One animal that is friends with the bird is a dog. And you know what? That animal is funny. The name of that animal is Moose. Moose always likes being quiet and active. He is big, his colour is beautiful, it is brown, and his eyes look black, and he is young.
And you know what? Moose likes staying with the dove because the dove sings to Moose, and Moose dances. They like staying together and they are friends. And you know what? That bird cannot fly because his wing is broken. He is even sick so he is too weak to fly.
So one day the bird sat down and thought…But I can not fly, where am I going to eat if my friend Moose is not at home? Am I going to sit without eating? If I sit with that broken wing of mine I am going to die. So, it’s better for me to go to what? The hospital. So I can get what? Treatment. So that my wing should get healed so I can go anywhere I want to go.
So that is the end of the story about the bird that could fly.