_Saturday is always a slow day for me - it's like my body knows it's supposed to be a holiday, and although it seems to complain sleepily, it grudgingly goes on. After a quick breakfast or a banana for the road, we set of again for our lush hike of palms trees and eucalyptus. The vilagers don't like eucalyptus trees because they suck up all the rain water that's meant for other plants. In the height of the rainy season, though, they're helpful because all the huts and houses are located on the moutains and the water floods everything in it's path, unless there are trees to lessen the impact... It's amazing how the people here live!
The Children of Peace program for vulnerable children and orphans is where I can help a little. I read to the primary threes (primary is their word for grade, although the level of education is poor, so grade five is more like secondary ten) and the primary fours read to me, with an occasional correction. Well, much more than occasional!
I also read aloud to . . .
The Children of Peace program for vulnerable children and orphans is where I can help a little. I read to the primary threes (primary is their word for grade, although the level of education is poor, so grade five is more like secondary ten) and the primary fours read to me, with an occasional correction. Well, much more than occasional!
I also read aloud to . . .
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_the primary one, primary two, and primary threes the book 'Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?' by Eric Carle. They loved it - it was easy for them to call back, because it's the same words over and over, and the method of teaching in Uganda (and possibly all over Africa) is call and repeat. Mom and I also taught them the song from guides (sparks), Make New Friends. They were shy at first, but the reason was also because that was our first time teaching. When we put actions into it, they were soon jumping all around. At the end of the month, the day we left, I gave two of my dresses to some girls who had worn out skirts that didn't fit. They were very pleased!
Usually we stay all day, because there is SO much to do. Those days are the days our African map has to wait, but at about three o'clock or four Mom and I decide to go home, and grab a cold soda from the maduka, the group of stores by the school. After that it's time to hire a peeky-peeky (reminder: local motorcyclists). All the men are always waiting for us, and when we'd appear up the small slope of a hill there would always be a race for who gets that two thousand Ugandan shillings (one dollar - fifty cents each - not exact calculation, though)! Then it's back to Kono Koy - the tiny tiny village were the little brick guest house and oven is.
Bye,
Allie
Usually we stay all day, because there is SO much to do. Those days are the days our African map has to wait, but at about three o'clock or four Mom and I decide to go home, and grab a cold soda from the maduka, the group of stores by the school. After that it's time to hire a peeky-peeky (reminder: local motorcyclists). All the men are always waiting for us, and when we'd appear up the small slope of a hill there would always be a race for who gets that two thousand Ugandan shillings (one dollar - fifty cents each - not exact calculation, though)! Then it's back to Kono Koy - the tiny tiny village were the little brick guest house and oven is.
Bye,
Allie
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