Thursday, 15 March 2012

Karamoja

Karamoja is the most remote region in the North Eastern corner of Uganda. The tribe living there are the Karamajong, strong, tall and dark people that would probably remind you of the Maasai in Kenya. It is also the least developed region in Uganda with low literacy rates, very low income per capita, high mother and infant mortality, high alcohol consumption and a lot of violence. Some years ago it still was not uncommon to see people walking around totally naked. Since the area is very dry cows are the most important property for the nomadic living Karamajong but things got out of hand when spears got replaced by AK 47 guns and relatively harmless raids turned into massive slaughters. It was not too uncommon that some father thought that it might be a good income generating activity to stop a few cars at the point of his AK 47 in order to raise school fees for his kids. Or if a white car driving on the road hit and killed his goat the next white car passing by could be sure to be shot at in an act of revenge. I was also told that instead of romantic proposals it could happen that a woman was raped first and then the parents were asked if she was available to be married. Above all, a man must be strong and tough, hygiene is for wimps - who could be scared of such ridiculously small beasts like bacteria?

We've travelled to Karamoja in order to assess relevance and opportunities to provide basic financial services in this area. The trip is long, beautiful, rough and at times a bit dangerous - though fortunately not due to bullets.


The major town in Karamoja is called Moroto and it is located at the foot of a large mountain that provides a magnificent view across the vast land. As we've traveled on a Sunday there is still some time to climb up Mount Moroto...




In Moroto a small bank branch provides practically just one type of service and only once a month: paying out the salaries of teachers and soldiers.

What appears to be filling the gap are simple and small-scale self-organised groups that provide possibilities to safely deposit money and give out small credits. Visiting one of these groups we find the typical rural setting of villagers gathering under a tree and holding their meeting like a small ritual.



The approach seems to be adequate and helpful, we'll look at this in more detail.
Then, I have to leave back to Kampala a few days before the others, so I'm hopping into a tiny prop airliner - uahhh...



Though the flight is a bit bumpy, I am rewarded with absolutely thrilling views as we fly half across Uganda.




My goodness, sometimes I can't believe that I'm actually getting paid doing this ;-)

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Book week @ Rainbow

Book week again. Kids read books, write books or stories, read stories to other kids, books are on display and the history of books and the written words fill the days of this week. Grand finale: dress up as your favourite book character - this year the overall topic was food.
Leona had a crystal clear idea in her mind: she wanted to be a strawberry from THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR (day four the very hungry caterpillar munches its way through four strawberries).
And here we go... after a few discussions, design templates, trials and Shillings spent on stitching, a juicy and sweet strawberry emerges from our home.
Well, and as for Adrian? His ranking of food is quite easy, it starts with chocolate and pretty much ends with chocolate so what would be better than just transforming himself into a bar of Cadbury?


So, that's how they went to school this day and the Strawberry even got awarded, yipphie!!

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Terroristen unter uns

Auszug einer Email eines Freundes:
"... Eine Sache muss ich dir noch beichten: Der defekte Laptop Akku, den ich für dich zurücknehmen wollte, ist leider vom Bundesgrenzschutz gesprengt worden. Kein Witz! Mein Gepäck kam hier etwas später an, da ich auf einen anderen Flieger umgebucht wurde. Offensichtlich wird dann das zuzustellende Gepäck nochmals vom Grenzschutz durchleuchtet. Als ich dann meine Tasche aufmachte, war dein Paket aufgerissen. Ich dachte zuerst, jemand in Entebbe hat den Akku geklaut, aber nein: da war ein schöner Beipackzettel vom Bundesgrenzschutz dabei, dass ich offensichtlich ein Gefahrengut illegal transportiert hätte und sie dieses gute Stück zerstören mussten. Den Zettel hab ich aufgehoben und bring ihn dir gerne mit. Tut mir echt leid, aber wahrscheinlich werde ich jetzt auch als potenzieller Terrorist in den Akten geführt...
Ich hoffe der China-Akku war nicht allzu teuer. Du kannst aber gerne einen neuen Akku bestellen, den ich dann mitnehmen kann. Ich werde ihn auch bis auf die Zähne verteidigen. Sag einfach Bescheid. LG..."

LOL!!

Saturday, 21 January 2012

I'm old!

January 7th again... Leona's 10th birthday this year.
- "So Leona, what's the theme for the birthday party?"
- "I want a disco party!"
Ooops, I smell trouble....
"And I'd like to invite the whole class, disco music, dancefloor, sodas, a tent in the garden; well, you know... a disco party!"
Ooops, definitely trouble!
But after all it's her first double-digit birthday, so let's get it organised :-)

Anita is providing one of her beautiful tents, dance floor and lighting, the place looks stunning. I add a generator, food, two dozens of soda bottles, my hi-fi system and ... music. Music? Eh? What music? My playlists all end somewhere in the 90s. But that's not really what they play on the radio these days, is it? Somebody help! The night before I manage to get hold of about 100 current MP3s, US Charts and local Ugandan Reggae, Hip Hop and R&B and I listen to the songs and cram their titles until 2am.
NExt day at 4pm the party slowly takes off but at around 6pm we've already quite some dancing going on. After fish fingers, buns and sausages the kids are competing in a dance and best-dressed-girl / best dressed-boy contest.
And then... the dance floor is open! Wow... and how they dance. I'm playing all those songs I listed the night before, but soon I've exhausted my playlist. Anyway, I'll just play some of my cool 80s and 90s hits. The moment I put the first song on - the dance floor is empty and I have a bunch of kids heading towards me demanding: "Ohhh, do you also have some music which is not classic? You know, something modern?"
WHAT??? My cool hits are "classics?" OMG, I'm getting old, so old. Time to freshen up! And if I do really well, I might stand a chance to be taken out by my daughter when she's 15 :-/
But well, fortunately I have plenty of enthusiastic advisers and we find more stuff to play and the party finishes with a bunch of tired and happy disco kings and queens...

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Typical Ugandan Xmas

What do you typically do for xmas in Uganda?
Well, you do the usual christmassy baking stuff....




...and then - of course - you go and chase some Rhinos :-)