NOVEMBER, 2017
At the beginning of the 2017, I expressed my interest in joining the trip in November. I had seen friends go before, and I must admit I was slightly jealous. When I learnt that the fundraising amount was $5,000, I totally balked. I couldn't do that! I was a nobody! Not to mention that many people in my circle already supported Love Mercy, and I couldn't possibly expect them to give more. I didn't reply to Cait for a while, trying to process and work out if I could actually make this happen.
One night, thinking and praying, I felt I just had to go. I could not miss this opportunity. Specifically in regard to raising money, I remembered that this was not about me, and that I should never put a limit on people and their generosity. Not. About. Me. This is about women, men and children on the other side of the world that needed me to give them a way to survive. No, not live, but survive. In a nation ravished by war and poverty that seeps into people's lives, tearing apart their will to live, integrity and covering them in a blanket of shame, I had to the opportunity to do something about it- and I sure would.
Standing at the starting line to the City to Surf, I quickly checked my profile. It showed we had just tipped over the $2.5K mark. I was brought to tears, knowing that everyone who had given had done so in belief in me yes, but more than that, belief in Love Mercy.
Fast forward 2 months and I was on my way to Uganda. As soon as I stepped onto that red earth I had the most bizarre sense of comfort.
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| Love Uganda Team, November 2017 |
Over the course of the next 24 hours, I met around 14 other people who would become friends, bonded by experience and passion about the work of Love Mercy.
I looked out the window for 8 hours on our trip to Lira Town in the North, the bumpy red dirt road stretching far ahead. The sights outside the van window never ceasing to amaze me - trees, schools, walking, people walking everywhere and the most blue sky turning fire red in the sunset. With 5 of us in the car, conversation was never in short supply. Soon enough, we had bonded over past experience, laughed about absurdities in life and expressed gratitude for our current.
We arrived in Lira, excited.
Julius and Eloise run each morning at sunrise. Being my stubborn "I can do anything" self, I thought I would give it a go. Let's just say I enjoyed a nice jog at the back of the pack, while two Olympians were miles ahead. I waved to passersby, listened to the frogs, and saw the streets of Lira wake up.
The women in Barr Village welcomed us with open arms. They danced, sang, laughed and smiled. Then, we all sat and listened and we tried to understand just how much Cents for Seeds has changed their lives.
My heart poured open. I was brimming, that full feeling of emotion you just cannot help. On reflection, the women of Barr Village expressed just how thankful they were that we had come, that we were in their home. They could not stop saying it. "Thank you for coming, thankyou. Tell your friends about us. When they know, tell them to come, come and visit us"
I was blown away, for I thought that my own gratitude for being there was immense. It turned out to be incomparable.
"My entire body is covered in sweat from our dancing, my calves sore form jumping, my hair wild and untamed and my feet red. I wouldn't have it any other way"
We saw how much Cents for Seeds has changed these Women's lives. They wear bright colours, they smile. They have opportunity now, the ability to provide for their family, contentment and their joy overflows.
There are some things that I want to keep a surprise for you, so you can experience and write your own memory. One of those is the annual Julius Achon fun run. It was the most overwhelming, exciting, tiring exhilarating and fun day. Nothing will prepare you for the amount of faces you will see, each one living a life, hoping for a future.
There are moments along the way that make it special. Morning Yoga at 6am, attempting to brew an Aeropress without a cap, burning someone's hand (sorry Simon- great idea at the time though). Chapatti for the first time, overtired laughing, head nods, eyebrow raises, being covered in deet, dirt and sweat.
Hearing Julius speak to his community and watching them listen in respect and love was moving. Julius longs for change, impact and empowerment, and you can see it in the way he speaks and carries himself. I was honoured to see him there, amidst his people he is so passionate about helping and listening to his not-so-easy journey in life.
One moment I will never forget - we arrived in Awake Village, Julius' home village. The women gathered under the large mango tree in the centre, the only source of reprieve from the glistening Ugandan Sun. Children played around the outskirts of the mudhuts, slowly creeping closer to the big group of white people. We had brought with us Eunice from Barr Village, a member from the Cents for Seeds program. Many women sitting on the ground, the elders on plastic chairs facing the guests
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last part of the trip has to be a surprise. All I will say is the view of the
Nile is one of the most stunning landscapes I have seen. I can still hear the
hippos on water’s edge, marking their territory. Every now and then an elephant
will come into view, the giraffes poke their head out of the trees, and the
monkey swings from the branches.
I looked out the window for 8 hours on our trip to Lira Town in the North, the bumpy red dirt road stretching far ahead. The sights outside the van window never ceasing to amaze me - trees, schools, walking, people walking everywhere and the most blue sky turning fire red in the sunset. With 5 of us in the car, conversation was never in short supply. Soon enough, we had bonded over past experience, laughed about absurdities in life and expressed gratitude for our current.
We arrived in Lira, excited.
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| Post sunrise run (walk) |
Julius and Eloise run each morning at sunrise. Being my stubborn "I can do anything" self, I thought I would give it a go. Let's just say I enjoyed a nice jog at the back of the pack, while two Olympians were miles ahead. I waved to passersby, listened to the frogs, and saw the streets of Lira wake up.
The women in Barr Village welcomed us with open arms. They danced, sang, laughed and smiled. Then, we all sat and listened and we tried to understand just how much Cents for Seeds has changed their lives.
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| Barr Village |
I was blown away, for I thought that my own gratitude for being there was immense. It turned out to be incomparable.
"My entire body is covered in sweat from our dancing, my calves sore form jumping, my hair wild and untamed and my feet red. I wouldn't have it any other way"
We saw how much Cents for Seeds has changed these Women's lives. They wear bright colours, they smile. They have opportunity now, the ability to provide for their family, contentment and their joy overflows.
There are some things that I want to keep a surprise for you, so you can experience and write your own memory. One of those is the annual Julius Achon fun run. It was the most overwhelming, exciting, tiring exhilarating and fun day. Nothing will prepare you for the amount of faces you will see, each one living a life, hoping for a future.
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| Race Day |
There are moments along the way that make it special. Morning Yoga at 6am, attempting to brew an Aeropress without a cap, burning someone's hand (sorry Simon- great idea at the time though). Chapatti for the first time, overtired laughing, head nods, eyebrow raises, being covered in deet, dirt and sweat.
Hearing Julius speak to his community and watching them listen in respect and love was moving. Julius longs for change, impact and empowerment, and you can see it in the way he speaks and carries himself. I was honoured to see him there, amidst his people he is so passionate about helping and listening to his not-so-easy journey in life.
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| Jim's Mountain at Sunset |
One moment I will never forget - we arrived in Awake Village, Julius' home village. The women gathered under the large mango tree in the centre, the only source of reprieve from the glistening Ugandan Sun. Children played around the outskirts of the mudhuts, slowly creeping closer to the big group of white people. We had brought with us Eunice from Barr Village, a member from the Cents for Seeds program. Many women sitting on the ground, the elders on plastic chairs facing the guests
We introduced our friend Eunice. One of the elderly women of
Awake went to stand. She resisted. She went to stand from her seat again and
then sat down. Went to stand, sat down. Soon enough, she couldn’t take it. She
stood up, walked over and welcomed Eunice with loving arms, hugs. The ladies of
Awake clapped, cheered. They welcomed her like one of their own. They loved her
first, made her feel important. This display of community and love, acceptance
was overwhelming, the tears were real, and I wondered- imagine if we had that
courage here, in our everyday.
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Almost like I wanted, I had been broken for this land, these
people. I left vowing to stand alongside them in any way I could, to support,
encourage, to speak life and hope back into my new friends.
In a turn of events, I am now the Fundraising Manager at
Love Mercy Foundation.
If you can, go. Go to Uganda in November. You will get tired, emotional perhaps. What you will see will make you laugh and cry and everything in between.
But I guarantee, your life will change.
Bec
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