Written on April 24, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
I discovered that almost all of my clothes were dirty so I had a pile of laundry to be done today. Luckily the sun was shining so my clothes would dry. Everything is washed by hand and hung on the line. They charged me 320 Kenya Shillings (about $5) to wash 16 articles of clothing! Now I have lots of clean clothes.
Back to the office today. So good to see everyone again. Linnet, the office manager, got all of the expenses entered into QuickBooks so today we could start looking at reporting. We need to review the data to make sure we've coded things right but that won't take very long. I was so excited to be able to produce a sample quarterly income/expense report that I could send to Lyndsay in the US Office to get her opinion on the format. Tomorrow we will get the savings account data in for Jan-Mar 2008. Progress is being made!!!
Long Day of Travel
Written on April 23, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
Another travel day – Soroti Uganda to Kakamega Kenya. It took 2 buses, 3 matatus (vans that locals use and travel when the van is full), 2 bodabodas (bicycle taxis; actually needed 2 each time – one for me and one for my suitcase). I left Soroti at about 9:45am and got to Kakamega at about 6pm. I was tired, hungry and dirty – so shower and dinner were high on the list of priorities.
By Anne Olson
Another travel day – Soroti Uganda to Kakamega Kenya. It took 2 buses, 3 matatus (vans that locals use and travel when the van is full), 2 bodabodas (bicycle taxis; actually needed 2 each time – one for me and one for my suitcase). I left Soroti at about 9:45am and got to Kakamega at about 6pm. I was tired, hungry and dirty – so shower and dinner were high on the list of priorities.
Friends and Interviews in Soroti
Written on April 21-22, 2008 from Soroti, Uganda
By Anne Olson
Soroti – so good to see my Ugandan friends. Things are very different around here as Michael's guest house is open and there are staff members around. The children next door came to see me Sunday night and had songs to sing for me. I video tapped them on my camera and then we played them back and laugh. So fun!
I worked with Michael on Monday to write a job description for a new staff member they are going to hire. I interviewed 3 people; Michael will do a further interview and make a decision. I am involved with the interviewing as this is the person that I will be training on QuickBooks accounting when I return to Uganda in June.
By Anne Olson
Soroti – so good to see my Ugandan friends. Things are very different around here as Michael's guest house is open and there are staff members around. The children next door came to see me Sunday night and had songs to sing for me. I video tapped them on my camera and then we played them back and laugh. So fun!
I worked with Michael on Monday to write a job description for a new staff member they are going to hire. I interviewed 3 people; Michael will do a further interview and make a decision. I am involved with the interviewing as this is the person that I will be training on QuickBooks accounting when I return to Uganda in June.
Jinja to Soroti
Written on Sunday, April 20, 2008 from Soroti, Uganda
By Anne Olson
Travel from Jinja to Soroti by bus – about 3.5 hours. The road was pretty good most of the way so that helped the time go by fast. People again were very helpful when I had questions.
By Anne Olson
Travel from Jinja to Soroti by bus – about 3.5 hours. The road was pretty good most of the way so that helped the time go by fast. People again were very helpful when I had questions.
A Little bit of India...in Dar
Written on April 19, 2008 from Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania
By Max Anders
Sixteen hours in Dar es Salaam…
Julia and I had one question: Where’s the good Indian food? The seven hour smooth and pleasant bus ride from Dodoma allowed us ample time to discuss in depth our ideal meal, occasionally being distracted by the gorgeous scenery out the window. The green, now noticeably more tropical, rural landscape suddenly turned urban and like a slap to the face, we had arrived in Dar.
Through the churning city, packed with people waiting in crowds at crosswalks and markets, we remained resolute in our culinary mission. Traffic slowed things down but allowed us a more thorough scan of the sidewalks. “What about that one? That looks like it could be a good restaurant.” Trying without much success to mentally map the route from the prospective restaurant to the bus station, we grabbed our luggage from the belly of the bus and went to meet our driver, Steven.
The Tanzania country director, Richard Mazengo, had arranged our transportation around Dar with his friend Steven. We were instructed to exit the bus terminal upon arrival and wait for Steven to find us so he could help us run some errands and find a hotel. Without a picture to identify Steven, we were to confirm his name before getting into his car. Richard had warned us of opportunistic taxi drivers who might assume the identity of whomever we wanted in order to jack the price up on two clueless foreigners. Outside the station, amidst simultaneous offers of “taxi sir?” we play the “are you my driver” game. It goes a little something like this:
“Friend. Taxi?”
“No thanks, we are waiting for some one to pick us up.” (Could this be Steven?)
“Who are you waiting for?
“Ahh…I forget. What’s your name?”
“Peter.”
“No, you’re not him. Thanks.”
I think the group of helpful taxi drivers, not devious in the least, thought we were insane. But not long after we made it through interrogating all of the available taxi drivers like spies, a white taxi rolled up with a giant, smiling man inside. Exploding out the door saying, “Steven. I am Steven,” he apologized for being late and ushered us into his car.
Having completed all our necessary tasks, Steven asked us where we wanted to stay. As our flight left early the next morning, the obvious answer was close to the airport. But resolute to our objective, we replied “wherever the best restaurants are.”
And so we found ourselves waving bye to Steven and watching his taxi sputter down the bumpy alley outside our hotel in central Dar es Salaam. It had gotten dark so we rushed to check in and put our things down. Up and down four flights of creaky stairs with lumpy luggage on our backs, panting, we were ready to eat.
We stepped outside into the warm, humid night and were greeted by a lively street scene set in dim light. Realizing we had absolutely no idea where we were and not a clue where the closest Indian restaurant was, we did the most sensible thing we could think of: find a group of Indians and ask them. In broken Hindi, rusty from almost five years of disuse, I managed to learn the approximate location of a highly recommended, “first class” restaurant, Maratha.
As advised, we took a taxi to avoid dangerous neighborhoods and were dropped off in the general vicinity of Maratha. It seemed a good sign that the vast majority of businesses and people on the street were Indian. We wandered back and forth, asking people every five minutes and couldn’t help but feel like we were playing a game of “hot and cold.” Finely, after particularly detailed instructions, we found ourselves standing outside a large blue building with a sign that read: Community Badminton Center – Members only.
Hungry, confused, and totally lost, we almost gave up. In a last attempt, we peeked our heads in through the door and asked the security guard who was lounging in a white plastic chair if he knew where Maratha Restaurant was. “You are here, please come in.” His smile was welcoming, especially after we paid the $1 non member entry fee.
Not entirely sure of what was happening, we entered the small gate and walked into the large outdoor courtyard. Indian families sat around plastic tables in front of a large screen TV that played cricket and ate from silver dishes full of delicious looking food. On one side of the courtyard was a bar where older Indian men drank beer from tall skinny glasses and smoked cigarettes. On the opposite side of the courtyard a full sized indoor badminton court hosted four lunging and swatting players. The hard plastic window that separated the badminton court from the outside area allowed people to watch the surprisingly competitive action in between overs of cricket or bites of dal.
A Chuck E. Cheese style jungle gym and playground was tucked to the side of the badminton court and completed the family atmosphere. Julia and I sat in awe of our shahi paneer, our taste buds celebrating like the middle aged badminton players who just had won a point, and watched adorable Indian kids squiggle down the purple plastic slide. Later we chatted with two men from Mumbai about life in Tanzania. They told us of the vibrant Indian immigrant community in Dar as well as the friendly relations between Indians and Africans.
Our bellies full of spices - chili and cinnamon, coriander and cardamom - we sat contently and enjoyed our surroundings. Our mission had been accomplished and we were ready to return to the world of ugali with new vigor.
By Max Anders
Sixteen hours in Dar es Salaam…
Julia and I had one question: Where’s the good Indian food? The seven hour smooth and pleasant bus ride from Dodoma allowed us ample time to discuss in depth our ideal meal, occasionally being distracted by the gorgeous scenery out the window. The green, now noticeably more tropical, rural landscape suddenly turned urban and like a slap to the face, we had arrived in Dar.
Through the churning city, packed with people waiting in crowds at crosswalks and markets, we remained resolute in our culinary mission. Traffic slowed things down but allowed us a more thorough scan of the sidewalks. “What about that one? That looks like it could be a good restaurant.” Trying without much success to mentally map the route from the prospective restaurant to the bus station, we grabbed our luggage from the belly of the bus and went to meet our driver, Steven.
The Tanzania country director, Richard Mazengo, had arranged our transportation around Dar with his friend Steven. We were instructed to exit the bus terminal upon arrival and wait for Steven to find us so he could help us run some errands and find a hotel. Without a picture to identify Steven, we were to confirm his name before getting into his car. Richard had warned us of opportunistic taxi drivers who might assume the identity of whomever we wanted in order to jack the price up on two clueless foreigners. Outside the station, amidst simultaneous offers of “taxi sir?” we play the “are you my driver” game. It goes a little something like this:
“Friend. Taxi?”
“No thanks, we are waiting for some one to pick us up.” (Could this be Steven?)
“Who are you waiting for?
“Ahh…I forget. What’s your name?”
“Peter.”
“No, you’re not him. Thanks.”
I think the group of helpful taxi drivers, not devious in the least, thought we were insane. But not long after we made it through interrogating all of the available taxi drivers like spies, a white taxi rolled up with a giant, smiling man inside. Exploding out the door saying, “Steven. I am Steven,” he apologized for being late and ushered us into his car.
Having completed all our necessary tasks, Steven asked us where we wanted to stay. As our flight left early the next morning, the obvious answer was close to the airport. But resolute to our objective, we replied “wherever the best restaurants are.”
And so we found ourselves waving bye to Steven and watching his taxi sputter down the bumpy alley outside our hotel in central Dar es Salaam. It had gotten dark so we rushed to check in and put our things down. Up and down four flights of creaky stairs with lumpy luggage on our backs, panting, we were ready to eat.
We stepped outside into the warm, humid night and were greeted by a lively street scene set in dim light. Realizing we had absolutely no idea where we were and not a clue where the closest Indian restaurant was, we did the most sensible thing we could think of: find a group of Indians and ask them. In broken Hindi, rusty from almost five years of disuse, I managed to learn the approximate location of a highly recommended, “first class” restaurant, Maratha.
As advised, we took a taxi to avoid dangerous neighborhoods and were dropped off in the general vicinity of Maratha. It seemed a good sign that the vast majority of businesses and people on the street were Indian. We wandered back and forth, asking people every five minutes and couldn’t help but feel like we were playing a game of “hot and cold.” Finely, after particularly detailed instructions, we found ourselves standing outside a large blue building with a sign that read: Community Badminton Center – Members only.
Hungry, confused, and totally lost, we almost gave up. In a last attempt, we peeked our heads in through the door and asked the security guard who was lounging in a white plastic chair if he knew where Maratha Restaurant was. “You are here, please come in.” His smile was welcoming, especially after we paid the $1 non member entry fee.
Not entirely sure of what was happening, we entered the small gate and walked into the large outdoor courtyard. Indian families sat around plastic tables in front of a large screen TV that played cricket and ate from silver dishes full of delicious looking food. On one side of the courtyard was a bar where older Indian men drank beer from tall skinny glasses and smoked cigarettes. On the opposite side of the courtyard a full sized indoor badminton court hosted four lunging and swatting players. The hard plastic window that separated the badminton court from the outside area allowed people to watch the surprisingly competitive action in between overs of cricket or bites of dal.
A Chuck E. Cheese style jungle gym and playground was tucked to the side of the badminton court and completed the family atmosphere. Julia and I sat in awe of our shahi paneer, our taste buds celebrating like the middle aged badminton players who just had won a point, and watched adorable Indian kids squiggle down the purple plastic slide. Later we chatted with two men from Mumbai about life in Tanzania. They told us of the vibrant Indian immigrant community in Dar as well as the friendly relations between Indians and Africans.
Our bellies full of spices - chili and cinnamon, coriander and cardamom - we sat contently and enjoyed our surroundings. Our mission had been accomplished and we were ready to return to the world of ugali with new vigor.
The River Nile
Written on April 17-19, 2008 from Jinja, Uganda
By Anne Olson
The first day after our long drive back from Bwindi was spent doing as little as possible. We sat by the pool and read books and relaxed. The next day we were rafting on the Nile!
There were 6 people for rafting the day we went. We had one guide and 6 safety people – 2 in a big raft and 4 in small kayaks. Our guide had us practice a bunch of things before we hit the first rapid (which was a small one) – forward paddle, backward paddle, "hang on", "get down", getting back in after the raft flips, feet up when in the water. It was so good that we practiced as we needed to know all of those things and it prevented me from being scared when we flipped the raft a couple of times going through the rapids. I went out once by myself (I don't think I followed the "hang on" command fast enough). The water was kind of shallow there so before I got my feet up, I "bonded" with a Nile River rock and left a layer of skin there (not a deep cut, just skin). My compatriots pulled me back in the raft in short time. We joked that my blood was going all the way to Egypt. Got a few other scrapes and bruises but nothing serious. The sunburn on my thighs, knees and arms hurt worse than the scrape on my knee. All in all, a very fun day!
On Saturday, Sharae and I went on a community walk with our guide Augustine. We visited his mother's house where 2 of her grandchildren were applying new mud to the sides. Her house girl was cooking matooke (mah toe key) bananas. They are peeled, wrapped in banana leaves and steamed for about 45 minutes over an open camp fire. Then they are mashed and served. I've eaten matooke (and like it) but had never seen it cooked. We saw many things growing as we walked the paths through the fields (they call them gardens). Fruit – bananas of many kinds, passion fruit, papaya, mango, avocado. Other things – maize/corn, millet, sorghum, cassava, beans of many kinds, potatoes (sweet and Irish/white), ground nuts, okra, eggplant, and more. We saw a woman grinding cassava into flour with stones. We saw many darling children and took pictures of most of them.
Augustine also took us to his home where we met his wife and daughters. His wife fixed a delicious dish of beans and cassava that we both enjoyed very much. His oldest daughter had just returned from nursing school where she had graduated at the top of her class. She and her parents were very proud. It was a great walk and very informative.
Nile Porch – our place of lodging.
Lyndsay, my friend from VEF US office, recommended this wonderful place to stay. We stayed in a tent cabin with wonderful views of the Nile from all parts including the bathroom and shower. The sound of the Nile put us to sleep each night. The staff was fun and efficient, the food was great, and the atmosphere was wonderful. Thanks Lyndsay!
By Anne Olson
The first day after our long drive back from Bwindi was spent doing as little as possible. We sat by the pool and read books and relaxed. The next day we were rafting on the Nile!
There were 6 people for rafting the day we went. We had one guide and 6 safety people – 2 in a big raft and 4 in small kayaks. Our guide had us practice a bunch of things before we hit the first rapid (which was a small one) – forward paddle, backward paddle, "hang on", "get down", getting back in after the raft flips, feet up when in the water. It was so good that we practiced as we needed to know all of those things and it prevented me from being scared when we flipped the raft a couple of times going through the rapids. I went out once by myself (I don't think I followed the "hang on" command fast enough). The water was kind of shallow there so before I got my feet up, I "bonded" with a Nile River rock and left a layer of skin there (not a deep cut, just skin). My compatriots pulled me back in the raft in short time. We joked that my blood was going all the way to Egypt. Got a few other scrapes and bruises but nothing serious. The sunburn on my thighs, knees and arms hurt worse than the scrape on my knee. All in all, a very fun day!
On Saturday, Sharae and I went on a community walk with our guide Augustine. We visited his mother's house where 2 of her grandchildren were applying new mud to the sides. Her house girl was cooking matooke (mah toe key) bananas. They are peeled, wrapped in banana leaves and steamed for about 45 minutes over an open camp fire. Then they are mashed and served. I've eaten matooke (and like it) but had never seen it cooked. We saw many things growing as we walked the paths through the fields (they call them gardens). Fruit – bananas of many kinds, passion fruit, papaya, mango, avocado. Other things – maize/corn, millet, sorghum, cassava, beans of many kinds, potatoes (sweet and Irish/white), ground nuts, okra, eggplant, and more. We saw a woman grinding cassava into flour with stones. We saw many darling children and took pictures of most of them.
Augustine also took us to his home where we met his wife and daughters. His wife fixed a delicious dish of beans and cassava that we both enjoyed very much. His oldest daughter had just returned from nursing school where she had graduated at the top of her class. She and her parents were very proud. It was a great walk and very informative.
Nile Porch – our place of lodging.
Lyndsay, my friend from VEF US office, recommended this wonderful place to stay. We stayed in a tent cabin with wonderful views of the Nile from all parts including the bathroom and shower. The sound of the Nile put us to sleep each night. The staff was fun and efficient, the food was great, and the atmosphere was wonderful. Thanks Lyndsay!
Gorillas!
Written on Wednesday, April 14-16, 2008 from Jinja, Uganda
By Anne Olson
Another travel day – about 10 hours with 2 hours on REALLY bad roads. Our driver was very tired when we got there just before dark. Sharae and I were the only ones in the camp so we got great service. We had a great little tent cabin with bathroom and shower (hot water brought to fill up the "bucket" when we were ready to shower). They served very delicious (western) food and brought tea to our porch in the morning with our wakeup call. But the VERY best was the hot water bottle we found at the bottom of our cots when we got back from dinner! It was quite chilly there (especially for Uganda) so the hot water bottle was much appreciated.
Tuesday, American tax day, was our gorilla trekking day. We were in Bwindi Impenetrable Forest in western Uganda where half of the mountain gorilla population in the world live. There are 4 or 5 habituated gorilla families; habituated means they are used to having people come to see them as long as there is a guide in his uniform to bring us. Maximum group size is 8 and maximum time with the family is one hour. Early in the morning the trackers go out to find the gorillas who may be close to the park headquarters or far away. You then hike to wherever the trackers have found the gorilla family you are going to see. We went to see the Rusbegura family ("R" group) which has 15 members.
We met at the park headquarters and after orientation started off to find the gorillas. We hiked about 15 minutes and there they were. Further instructions were given and the cameras started snapping. At first they were high up in the trees eating. You could hear them making "ummm" sounds that indicated they were enjoying their food. The silverback, the lead male of the family, weighs about 500-600 lbs and he was the highest in the tree. It was amazing how the small branches would hold him; the guide said that he could also just grab the same size branch and snap it off if he wanted to.
An "old mama" came down first and sat down to look at us and eat some leaves from a branch that she had. She was maybe 10-15 feet away. She looked like a fat Buddha sitting there with such a peaceful look on her face. She is about 35 years old with a life expectancy of about 50 years. She was pretty funny – once she posed with her hand on her hip like a bathing beauty, then she got tired so just laid down on her back and crossed her arms like she was hugging herself. Sometimes she had her eyes closed and sometimes they were open but she was definitely relaxed. And not one bit afraid of us nor trying to frighten us.
The silverback came down next and that started the descent of the others. He was so big and his hands are HUGE! He "posed" for us for a while in all his majesty and then went over to lay down and sleep. As the younger gorillas came down, they would go over to sleep with him. At one time there were 5 youngsters and an adolescent gathered around him.
When the adults came down, they used the tree trunks. When the youngsters came down, they used the vines that were hanging from the lower branches – sometimes just sliding down like it was a fireman's pole. One of them was hanging on the vines and practicing his chest thumping with one hand.
A mother and her 16 month old baby came down and he was riding on her back. He sat up as mom was walking away and did a two-handed chest thumping practice. That had us all laughing. Small babies ride on the mother's chest, much like monkeys.
All at once the silverback decided that his nap was over and it was time to move on so he got up and started off. Most of the others followed him right away. After he crossed the path into the jungle, he stood up, made a loud noise, and beat his chest – a show of domination (I was convinced!). He continued on a bit further and then sat down to rest again. One of the youngsters and the adolescent male were close behind him; when they stopped the young one put his arm around the other one. Brotherly love??? When we were getting ready to leave at the end of our time, the young one walked over to a member of our group and touched his leg and his hand. He had his back turned and didn't know the gorilla was approaching him until it touched him! Then the young one walked in front of us – about 3 feet away. What amazing creatures they are! I like them as much as I like elephants!
The gorillas stayed in and by the tree we found them in for most of the time we had to view them. They were not afraid of us at all and were not threatening to us. Our guide was very good, telling us stories about some of their personalities and laughing at their antics. He truly loves those gorillas, is passionate about his work with them, and likes spending time with them.
The gorillas know the guides by their green uniform shirts. Our guide, Obed, once went to the forest in a tshirt without his green shirt and one of the gorilla charged him. Just a reminder that they are wild animals and not pets.
I found a book on Amazon.com called The Impenetrable Forest by Thor Hansen. Thor was a Peace Corp volunteer in the mid-1990s who was sent to Uganda to habituate the first group of gorillas for visitors. (One was already habituated for research.) The book is about the people and the gorillas during his stay in Bwindi. Fascinating! So while we were there (after trekking which ended about 11am due to our short hike), we started looking for some of the people in the book. We found 4 of them. One saw Sharae holding the book as we were turning the car around and said "I'm in that book!" So that was the start of our autograph hunting. Two of them still work for the park (our guide is the younger brother of one of them) and there are many who are retired and still in the area. It was so fun to talk with them and hear additional stories that were not in the book. One of them told us the story about walking sticks. Because the terrain is very steep, most trekkers, guides and trackers use walking sticks. So one day they found the gorillas in a meadow with some reeds growing there and the next thing they knew, the gorillas had broken off the reeds and were using them for walking sticks. Can you imagine that scene? He said they were all laughing so hard that day.
In the afternoon, we went to the Gorilla Clinic. It is a lab where the health of the gorillas is monitored with fecal samples that the guides and trackers bring in. The lab technician is working for an organization call Conservation Through Public Health (http://www.ctph.org/ ). This organization monitors the health of the local people and livestock as well as the wildlife. They have found that if the people and the livestock are healthy, the wildlife has a better chance of being healthy. In 1996 and again in 2000, a baby gorilla was found with scabies. As they did research, some of the local people had scabies and the gorillas had gotten it from them. TB and dysentery are also hazardous to the gorillas. So their goal is to educate the local people and treat them and their animals in order to conserve the wildlife in the area. Thomas, the lab technician, was interesting, knowledgeable and working with all three (people, livestock, and wildlife) in a unique job opportunity. What a great cause.
Wednesday was a long drive back to Jinja. At least the 2 hours of bad roads were at the beginning and not at the end. The countryside is beautiful – thousands of acres of matooke banana trees and trucks and bicycles loaded with matooke bananas. Lots of tea fields too. Mountains, valleys, greens of every shade. Beautiful!
Travel day to Uganda
Written on Sunday, April 13, 2008 from Uganda
By Anne Olson
Travel day – public transportation from Kenya to Uganda by myself. It was relatively easy as I had done it with Charles before so knew some of the ropes. A Ugandan friend picked me up at the border and took me to a place to catch a bus to Jinja for the start of my vacation. He took the big box of "stuff" that I had brought for my Ugandan friends. I was happy to have it off my hands. I left my computer in Kenya so I didn't have to deal with it either. So I was traveling light (remember "light" is a relative term! J). My friend from home, Sharae Gunn, met me in Jinja Sunday night.
By Anne Olson
Travel day – public transportation from Kenya to Uganda by myself. It was relatively easy as I had done it with Charles before so knew some of the ropes. A Ugandan friend picked me up at the border and took me to a place to catch a bus to Jinja for the start of my vacation. He took the big box of "stuff" that I had brought for my Ugandan friends. I was happy to have it off my hands. I left my computer in Kenya so I didn't have to deal with it either. So I was traveling light (remember "light" is a relative term! J). My friend from home, Sharae Gunn, met me in Jinja Sunday night.
Traveling to Tanzania
Written on April 11, 2008 from Dodoma, Tanzania
By Max AndersLeaving Kenya after only a week felt like startling from a dream; an abrupt feeling of something unfinished. Despite the excitement of exploring more of
But as soon as I got over the air sickness of the turbulent little jet and fixed my gaze on the scenery below, I began to feel better. Face glued to the small hard plastic window, I watched
We arrived in
And while I don’t feel qualified to speak on anything other than first impressions, I feel like
Electricity Problems, Rain and Vacation Time
Written on April 10, 2008 in Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
We were without internet on Tuesday and without electricity and internet yesterday. Electricity came back on about 5:30pm. All of Kakamega was affected. Also, there is a shortage of water in all of Kakamega. The good news is that the land line phone and 2 internet connections were installed in the office yesterday (not Monday as expected). We are so happy to have internet connection here in the office. It was okay to walk over to another office on the site but much better to be able to work here. It was interesting to watch the internet installation – trenches were dug from the main building to our building, coax cable was pulled through a plastic pipe, all was laid in the trench and covered. Then the cable was brought into the office through the various cracks and holes that are found in the construction. Things here do not always “match up” leaving lots of small openings for cables.
Two days without internet left a lot of time on my hands. I helped Linnet by writing all of the checks to the VBMs with their grant money. Now they can do the training and disburse the grants in the next couple of weeks. I also helped sort paperwork so that it would be ready for the part-time help (casual worker as they say in
It’s evening now and it is raining very hard again. I like the sound of the rain and am VERY happy not to be out in it. The rain this morning was good to settle the dust. This rain will make mud again.
Tomorrow I will leave my computer at the office as I am going on vacation in
A New Office
Written on April 10, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
We were without internet on Tuesday and without electricity and internet yesterday. Electricity came back on about 5:30pm. All of Kakamega was affected. Also, there is a shortage of water in all of Kakamega. The good news is that the landline phone and 2 internet connections were installed in the office yesterday (not Monday as expected). We are so happy to have internet connection here in the office. It was okay to walk over to another office on the site but much better to be able to work here. It was interesting to watch the internet installation – trenches were dug from the main building to our building, coax cable was pulled through a plastic pipe, all was laid in the trench and covered. Then the cable was brought into the office through the various cracks and holes that are found in the construction. Things here do not always “match up” leaving lots of small openings for cables.
Two days without internet left a lot of time on my hands. I helped Linnet by writing all of the checks to the VFCs with their grant money. Now they can do the training and disburse the grants in the next couple of weeks. I also helped sort paperwork so that it would be ready for the part-time help (casual worker as they say in
It’s evening now and it is raining very hard again. I like the sound of the rain and am VERY happy not to be out in it. The rain this morning was good to settle the dust. This rain will make mud again.
Tomorrow I will leave my computer at the office as I am going on vacation in
A Kenyan Wedding...and Payday
Written on April 6, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
Yesterday I attended a wedding where Linnet was a bride’s maid. Her friend, Elizabeth, came to pick me (that’s Kenyan talk) and then went to the wedding with me. That is so Kenyan – to give up an entire weekend day to help a friend and accompany a guest. It was a very nice wedding – quite western with an African flare. Great music, many attendants (6 women and 9 men), 4 flower girls, 2 page boys. The attendant’s dresses were very beautiful – a deep wine/maroon color. Linnet looked so beautiful. I got a couple of great pictures of her. The ceremony lasted about 3 hours! It included the presentation of gifts where everyone personally handed their gift to the couple. Afterwards there was much food and then
I asked
We also received the wire transfer from the
Linnet is great to work with and she is catching on fast. I am doing some of the work because we are making it up as we go along. She will then have samples about how to do it next time. I have to get all of this documented so that it can be used in
Two internet connections are to be installed in the office tomorrow – with LONG cables so we can work from different places in the office. The cable in the office that we have been using is so short that you can barely connect to the laptop on the table. Not sure what they were thinking when they installed it; maybe just about a desktop where the CPU would be sitting on the floor right by the cable. Whatever! That wouldn’t work for us. Can’t wait to have internet in the new spacious office.
Minister of QuickBooks
Written on April 4, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
The other day at lunch, we were talking about the cabinet members for the Kenyan government that is being discussed at this time. Then someone suggested a new cabinet position – Ministry of QuickBooks – and that I should be appointed. Now they call me the Minister of QuickBooks! The people here have such a good sense of humor; no wonder I love working with them.
While I was waiting with Linnet to catch the matatu yesterday morning, I got to meet her Father. He teaches science and Kiswahili in a primary school. Then I got to meet Linnet’s fiancé, Absolom (not sure of the spelling) – yes Linnet is engaged! – and he joined us for the day. He’s a very nice young man and I enjoyed meeting him. Hopefully I will see him again while I am here.
Some Rain and a New Office
Written on April 2, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
Sunday was beautiful most of the day and then rain in the afternoon. I walked to town (about 15 minutes) to meet Julia and Max, go to the internet café, and have lunch. Was ready to walk home again when the clouds started looking very dark and menacing. So I took a bodaboda (bicycle taxi – he pedals and I sit on the back!) and was very glad that I did because about 5 minutes after I got to the hotel it started raining very hard. I had my raincoat but it would have been kinda miserable.
I have been walking to and from the office. It is about 10 minutes and it feels good to get out and move. The last two days have been beautiful – blue skies and white puffy clouds and a nice breeze. Linnet (the VEF office manager in
Linnet and I started working on QuickBooks on Monday. I did an overview for her and now she has her fingers on the keyboard. We decided to start with January and enter income and expenses so that we could run a quarterly report from QuickBooks. Linnet catches on very fast and we are figuring some things out as we go. I am working on the accounting process and forms to support the process. Linnet is great to work with and I am having fun (hope she is too!).
The office moved today to a bigger space just a few steps away. The boxes got moved and stacked yesterday and the furniture was moved today. Our internet access (2 lines) won’t be available until the end of the week so we are using one connection in another room on the site. So I am learning to share J It is amazing how much I take for granted that I will have access; I even have wireless access at home. Americans are so spoiled (and we love it). There was no internet connection at the site this morning but we didn’t have time to work on QuickBooks anyway with the move. I did get connected this afternoon – just long enough to download my email. Then – gone again!
My room at Sheywe Guest House is a “suite” with a living room-kitchen (with a refrigerator), a bedroom with 2 beds (mosquito nets included) and a bathroom. I even have a TV! I watch CNN to get the news and that’s about all. I just realized yesterday why they were not cleaning my room – I need to leave my key in reception! So today I did that and asked them to spray for mosquitoes while I was gone. They serve breakfast and dinner downstairs so that is very handy – don’t even have to go out when it is raining. I’m pretty happy with my home-away-from-home (at least my first one!). I have been eating a big breakfast and big lunch so am not very hungry in the evening. Today I went to the market to buy mangos and little bananas and to the store to buy some yogurt; that will make the perfect light evening meal for me. Sure is nice to have a refrigerator so I can buy a few days supply of yogurt.
First Post from Kenya - the living landscape
Written on March 30, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Max AndersKenya Kenya
In addition to adjusting to the dramatic surroundings and lively lifestyles, I have also ventured out into the field to prepare for my evaluation project and experience first hand the work of VEF. Standing in the doorway of a catholic church, in front of a group of thirty Village Enterprise Fund (VEF) beneficiaries, I listened to father William (one of VEF's Village Business Mentor) translate my rambles of welcome and gratitude into Luya. The noon time shadows danced off the faces of the women, who had walked miles to welcome us and, hopefully, show us their businesses.
I won't be able to do the power and emotion of this experience justice, especially because I don't fully understand it myself. But as I stood before these women, all of whom who are burdened by severe economic hardships and are therefore taking part in VEF's business startup grant program, I was consumed by their humanity. Despite the barriers of language, geography, class, and culture, there existed a connection between us that dominated the atmosphere of the room. None of us were able to express it but I am confidant that all felt it. To be a small part of the dynamic and life changing work of Village Enterprise Fund and to see the people who benefit with my own eyes, is a privilege I fail to put into words.For the genius of VEF is simple, yet profound. It lies in the very people whom it seeks to serve. By building relationships with people who live in extreme poverty and acknowledging their intelligence, resilience, and strong desire to improve their lives, VEF catalyzes change. The women's faces said it all. As Julia (a VEF staff member working on the ground in
From the large skies and vibrant colors of
Arrival in Kenya
Written on March 30, 2008 from Kakamega, Kenya
By Anne Olson
Hello Everyone – Jambo!
I arrived safely in
Was so great to see my Kenyan friends. Haven’t really started to do any work as I just arrived on Friday. Monday (tomorrow) we will start. It has been raining here (the start of the rainy season). It is a good idea to take my raincoat whenever I go somewhere even if it is sunny when I leave the hotel. Today there are beautiful blue skies with puffy white clouds so maybe it won’t rain today. The farmers are busy planting so the rains will help their crops.
Yesterday, I met up with Julia (a VEF Staff member who is here working on a project) and Max (a VEF intern who is evaluating training and also happens to be Julia’s boyfriend) and we all went to visit Margaret (a local Village Business Mentor – VBM) and have lunch. She prepared a feast for us! There must have been 10 different dishes including freshly made chapatti (which I love!). So delicious! No need to eat dinner last night. I went to bed early as I just couldn’t keep my eyes open by 8pm. I slept well so hopefully am now rested and ready to function on
That’s all for now. Hope this finds all of you doing well.
Baraka (blessings in Swahili)
VEF's response to internal conflict in Kenya
Written from Kakamega , Kenya on March 22, 2008
By Julia Hack-DavieCurrent Situation
The current situation in
During the Conflict
From speaking with various businesses and VBMs, I have gathered that the violence essentially put a stop to all movement even within the more remote villages. Although none of these remote villages were directly affected, those along the main Kakamega-Kisumu highway and those in Kakamega town were affected. I visited businesses that had all of their stock stolen during rioting and a few who were physically beaten down by GSU police and suffered serious injuries (one of which was a 69 year old member of Awa Stores, a VEF poultry business). Many of these groups exhausted their savings accounts to replenish the stock and start from square one again in early-mid February. Others that were not directly affected were either unable to do business because of unavailability of transport and danger involved with travel or were forced to consume their goods because holed up in their homes, they had run out of food. During this time, VBMs were unable to visit businesses and only in the last 6 weeks were able to begin to reconnect with beneficiaries and evaluate the impact of the instability on VEF businesses. No VBMs or staff have been directly affected.
VBM Gathering Results
The VBMs were very happy that the
Next Steps
The consensus recommendation is that we must move forward with SB funding in
Safe Arrival in Kenya
Written on March 21st from Kakamega , Kenya
By Julia Hack-DavieHello Everyone!I am having an amazing time here in
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