Saturday, January 30, 2016

Taste of Karamoja

When I was back in the States, one of the more common questions about life in Uganda was, "What is the food like?" Because our diet on the mission compound is notably different from that of our neighbors, there are two parts to this question and answer.

In thinking about the local diet, I am reminded of a quote from the animated movie, Atlantis: "I got yer four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!" Here, the four basic food groups might be as follows: sorgum (a type of grain); cassava (a potato-like, starchy tuber); maize; and beans. Translation: starch, starch, starch, and incomplete protein. Ok, so that isn't the whole kitchen sink, but, based on my observations, those seem to be the staples. 

A word about sorgum. From what I observe, there are several different ways to prepare sorgum. One of them is to make a sorgum beer, (which happens to be organic and naturally gluten free). Usually, this beer is served hot for breakfast. From the mission compound in the morning, we can hear women calling in the villages, announcing that the beer is ready. Throughout the day, this beer can be watered down to make it last longer. The beer residue is also edible, although I have been told by some of the missionaries that it tastes nasty. Personally, I have yet to taste any beer I like, so I can't imagine enjoying a sorgum beer residue. 

Additionally, sorgum can be fried or made into porridge or posho. Posho, or "atap" in the local tongue, is like porridge but thicker. Porridge/posho can also be made out of maize, rice, or pretty much any available flour. One can serve posho slightly sweetened, plain, or a fermented. A few weeks ago, while I was in one of the villages, a KEO teacher told me that one of the village women wanted us to eat some porridge. Usually, I, as a weak-stomached foreigner, try to avoid eating village food, at the advise of the more experienced missionaries. However, the offer of hospitality seemed so direct that I thought I would risk the consequences of eating whatever was put in front of me. It looked like a very full bowl of cream of wheat. It tasted like vomit. Obviously, I am no connoisseur of porridge, but I would hazard a guess that I got the fermented variety. I was extremely grateful for a reason to excuse myself and not partake of any more of the porridge. The Karimojong KEO teachers, however, apparently found it quite acceptable, because they finished it in the few minutes while I was elsewhere.

Cassava: usually boiled around here, but if you go down country you can find cassava fries. My understanding is that cassava is pretty much straight starch with little to no other nutritional value. Very similar to potatoes, which, as you probably know, are valuably mostly for their ability to transport Ketchup. Maize: can be turned into a flour or porridge, or roasted intact and eaten directly off the cob. Rice: it's here. Not quite as prevalent as sorgum, but there are some places within walking distance that can grow rice. Chapatis! I almost forgot to mention chapatis! Chapatis are rather like thick, greasy tortillas. Delicious. A common Ugandan breakfast food downcountry (i.e. not so much here in K-ja) is essentially a breakfast burrito made in a chapati. By the way, chapatis, I believe, are Indian in origin. Courtesy of colonialism. 

Protein: Yes, there are beans. I don't eat them, or know much about them, other than that, the other day, one of my KEO friends, Lokalei, said he had beans for breakfast. Beer and beans--sounds lovely. Other sources of protein include ground nuts, (which are very similar to peanuts, but different,) chicken, goat, and beef. Despite the fact the the Karimojong are cattle herders, meat is eaten quite rarely, and generally only for special occasions. Personally, I recommend boiled goat over roasted, and the hair-free cuts if given the choice. 

Fruits and vegetables: I must admit that I don't know what or if fruits and vegetables are a regular part of a Karimojong diet. If I had to guess, I would say that cabbage, tomatoes, and bananas are among the more commonly consumed produce, but I have rarely, if ever, seen anyone eating them outside the mission compound, so I cannot say for certain. 

Considering that this is largely a subsistence farming culture, it makes sense that most people's diets are fairly restricted. In theory, if the land one owns or rents can only produce sorgum, then that is what one grows. And if sorgum is the only crop everyone in the village can grow, then the price of sorgum during harvest season drops as the market becomes inundated. As a result, one may or may not have enough cash to purchase the fruits, vegetables, and other commodities grown elsewhere. So, one eats (and drinks) sorgum and feeds sorgum posho to the hungry child because it will fill the child's stomach. An imbalanced diet is better than no diet.

In the previous paragraph, I said, "In theory," because I am not in a position to say with confidence whether or not sorgum is in fact the only viable option for the sandy soil of Nakaale. Based on my conversations with some of the KEO teachers, I believe that sourgum is the most drought-resistant crop they have access to, and therefore, it is the safest investment for farmers. But there are other factors as well that contribute to the lack of diversity in farming, not the least of which is theft. But that perhaps is a topic for another blog. At any rate, here on the mission compound, which is also in Nakaale parish, we "cultivate" (read "throw seeds in the ground and see what happens") a variety of fruits and vegetables: mangos, pomegranates, passion fruit, bananas, guavas, papaya, oranges, lemons, tomatoes, pumpkins. Right now, it is mango season, which is delightful! During the farming season, the mission also operates a farming project, which has successfully grown a couple fields worth of peas. 

And that leads me to the food that we eat here on the mission compound. First, beans and rice again. Every week day, unless one opts out of the lunch count, there is beans, rice, cooked cabbage, and sometimes g-nut sauce for lunch. Other than that, our food can be divided into three different categories: food you can get in the nearby trading center of Namalu, food you can get in the city of Mbale 2+ hours away, and food you can pretty much only get from the capital, Kampala, or from the States. From Namalu, we can get staples like flour, sugar, salt, Blue Band (margarine type butter substitute), rice, beans, and some seasonal vegetables (usually, bananas, onions, cabbage, tomatoes). From Mbale, we can get most other things that we use on a regular basis: long-life milk, pasta, canned goods, meat, etc. Then, there are those rare and exciting delicacies like pepperoni and chocolate chips that only come from Kampala or the States.

In short, then, food here on the mission is similar to food in the States, just with substitutes. For example, instead of lettuce, we eat cabbage salads. Instead of sour cream or cream cheese, we use homemade plain yogurt. Almost everything we eat, we make from scratch. Honestly, the biggest difference, I think, is the planning required. If you need an ingredient, it is not as if you can just quickly drive to Walmart. I am still figuring out how to gauge groceries to last until the next Mbale trip. I am getting better at menu planning, though. I have declared Wednesday to be breakfast for dinner night. Last Wednesday, I made passion fruit pancakes. This week, I'll try my hand at quiche.

Friday, January 8, 2016

Here and Back Again

Right now, I am sitting in the Entebbe Flight Motel in Entebbe, Uganda, trying not to give in to the temptation to take a nap. Yesterday, I was counting down the hours until my flights would depart or arrive; today, I am counting down the hours until acceptable bedtime. Six hours to go.

Four months and a week or so ago, I arrived in Uganda for the first time. My flights--though long--were uneventful, with smooth connections and successful retrieval of luggage at the end. Arriving in Uganda roughly 23 hours later, I spent that first night in the Entebbe Flight Motel, which is where I am now. The next day, I and my two KEO colleagues were driven to Mbale. Everything was new to me. Everything was worth staring at: the droves of motorcycle taxis, the staggeringly large loads people carried or wheeled around on bicycles, the sometimes terrifying traffic "patterns," the houses and buildings, the roadside markets, the fields of sugar cane and ubiquitous banana trees. I don't remember feeling particularly jet-lagged in the midst of the thrill of finally being here..

There are some notable differences this time around, starting with my flying experiences. My friend, Jill, dropped me off at Dulles International Airport, and I joined the queue of--no exaggeration--50-70 people in front of the Ethiopian Airlines check in. Perhaps that should have been my warning that things were not going to go as smoothly as I'd hoped. However, despite the length of the line, I got to my gate just as the plane started boarding. My seat was at the very back of the plane, I had a window seat, and the seat next to me was unoccupied. Pretty ideal sleeping conditions. (To my extroverted friends who would be horrified by such a situation, I had a few long-ish and pleasant conversations with a woman from Nigeria, which is far more talking that I usually do on planes, regardless of who is sitting next to me.) Dulles to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia: on schedule.

Addis Ababa to Nairobi, Kenya: about half an hour late. My layover time in Nairobi was only an hour and 40 minutes, so I was a little worried, but not too much. I figured my layover in Nairobi was long enough for a slightly late arrival, or long enough for me to get confused in the airport and find myself at immigration instead of the terminal. Unfortunately, there was not enough tie for both to happen, which they did. When I arrived at the correct gate at 2:20, 30 minutes before my flight was scheduled to leave, I was told that the gate was already closed. The next flight for Entebbe through Rwandair was to leave at 10:10 pm. My average layover time in Nairobi to date is eight hours. I've been there twice.

Despite having nearly eight hours to figure out ticketing, through some quirk of it being a Rwandair flight ordered through Ethiopian Air, the Transfer Services agent was unable to rebook my ticket, although I was able to buy a new one. After waiting for roughly seven hours by the Transfer Services desk and hourly inquiring the status of my ticket, I finally had my boarding pass in hand...approximately 30 minutes before the scheduled take-off. As I hurried toward the gate, I was afraid that it would again be closed. Happily, it was not. At that point, I realized that my checked baggage retrieval stub was still with one of the ladies at the Transfer Services desk. Rather than risk being turned away from another flight, I checked with a boarding official, who assured me my luggage was good to go. Nairobi to Entebbe, Uganda: more or less on schedule.

It was a little after 11:00 pm when I arrived at Entebbe airport. My luggage, on the other hand, did not arrive until 12:30 am. Not having the baggage stubs, thankfully, did not prevent me from collecting them, although I would recommend keeping track of all baggage and boarding pass stubs until one reaches one's final destination and can account for one's luggage. Preparation is the best preventative for emergencies. 

That is my series of airline-related unfortunate events. Looking back at it now, it doesn't seem like that big a deal. I got here. My stuff got here. It just took longer and cost more than I originally thought it would. In Dulles, I began reading a book titled, Openness Unhindered  by Rosaria Champagne Butterfield. One line in particular stood out to me: "Lower your expectations; increase your joy." That was a hard quote to think about during those hours in Nairobi airport, while I still was not sure I would make it onto the next flight. I was not "in the mood" to do any such thing. I was frustrated. And I was sad. 

As you probably gathered if you weren't already aware, I recently just spent three weeks back in the States. The main reason for returning to the States was my sister's wedding, which was January 2. (As my mother says, the wedding went off without a hitch except for one). While back in the States, I also got to spend Christmas with my some of my family, meet my newest niece, see the rest of my family at my sister's wedding (which felt to me like a family reunion with a wedding thrown in), go rock climbing twice, visit good friends, play several dozen games with different groups of friends/family, and attend Ligonier Camp's staff reunion. In other words, I got to spend time with almost all of my favorite people. It was so good! So good, in fact, that well before it was time to return to Uganda, I was already dreading leaving and saying goodbye. 

That's another difference between this time coming to Uganda and last time. Last time, not that I wasn't sorry to say goodbye, but I was also excited by the unknown adventure of going to Uganda. Now, I have a better idea of what living and working in Karamoja is like. In short, it is a mixed bag of good things and hard things. And, after a month, it feels extraordinary like ordinary life. After three weeks of an extraordinarily sweet Christmas vacation with friends and family, it can be hard to return to ordinary life. 

One important thing, though, is the same on this return trip as it was on my first arrival: God's promises are true, and His Word brings comfort and encouragement. If I were to detail every passage God has brought to my attention, that would have to be a separate blog entry, so I will just mention a few. Psalms 23, 30, 130, and 131 for starters. John 14 and 15. Mark 10:28-30:

"Peter began to say to Him, 'Behold, we have left everything and followed You.' Jesus said, 'Truly I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother of father or children or farms, for My sake and for the gospel's sake, but that he will receive a hundred times as much now in the present age, houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and farms, along with persecutions; and in the age to come, eternal life."  Currently, this passage sounds almost more like a description than a promise.

John 14:1-2: "Do not let your hearts be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father's house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also."When I was back in the States, I was asked several times, "Where are you from?" I've lived just over half of my life in Syracuse, NY, but for the past 12 years I've been in Western Pennsylvania, but my parents are now in Texas, my permanent mailing address is my uncle's house in Pittsburgh, and I am have most recently been living in Uganda. Typically, that's more information than the average inquirer was looking for. I eventually started answering by saying, "Well, my bed is in Uganda." Technically, though, it's not my bed, but I don't feel like a guest when I sleep there. I am certainly not homeless, but home is...complicated. Ultimately, though, Jesus is preparing a place for me.