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网上的文章真是五花八门。有一篇文章列举世界上十个最应该去的地方,乌干达首都坎帕拉因山地大猩猩而排在首位。文章说:“在非洲,最终极的体验莫过于在人类鲜少踏足的地方,和那些野生动物们进行面对面的接触。在这片茂密的非洲雨林里,其中一个挑战就是发现自己成为异类,身处一群闲逛的猩猩中间。”我想,创作了《走出非洲》(Out of Africa)的那个丹麦女作家,到肯尼亚去经营咖啡农场之前,一定对那里的自然景色、动物和人充满憧憬,她的笔下流露出那么多缠绵悱恻的故事以及细腻的非洲风土人情,洋溢了热爱生活的美好内涵。
Four camels make for quite a spectacle. On New Years Day the residents of Arusha, Tanzania were celebrating the festivities in the local park with ice cream, popsicles, bicycle rides and of course camel rides. On this day, a muzugu could not even compete with the fascination everyone had with the camels. After watching the spectacle unfold for a while, I notice that I had caught the curiosity of a young boy.
Eleven year old Goodluck was dressed in his Sunday finest ? dress pants, matching vest over a white collared shirt kept visibly untucked, and a hint of his impending adolescence. He asked me how far Canada was from Arusha. After the explanation, he asked me how far Kampala was from Arusha, and subsequently Nairobi to Arusha. It was clear that he has not traveled far from his village. Geographical limitations aside, Goodluck has big dreams for his future. After asking him what he wants to be when he grows up, he tells me with a glint in his eye and a confident smile that he is in primary two and would like to be a doctor one day.
Hope is a universal human characteristic which can motivate people to greatness. From 11 year old Goodluck pondering about his future, to the people of the Ivory Coast and Southern Sudan who are all hoping for brighter futures after their election and referendum. Hope is not any what different between the western world and here in Africa.
We in the west are privileged by the abundance of “opportunity” ? financial security, education, law, governance, and healthcare spawn from “opportunities”.? The reality is often times less rosy for those who do not have opportunity. However this reality is changing. Large donations of foreign aid and technical assistance drive top-down change at a system or national level (focus for a future letter maybe?). The internet, globalization and the rising middle class drives bottom-up change.
Twenty-two year old Prince, drives a Subaru Forester, has a smart-phone, owns a 32in flat screen TV, and has facebook. As a testament to the effects of globalization, Prince would adjust well if he was placed in Toronto, NYC, or even LA. In addition to the material effects of globalization, the psychological effects have Prince thinking, behaving and expecting just like any muzungu. He represents the new Uganda ? one that is hungry to experience the luxuries of the western world, and one that is willing to work hard for it.
World, watch out!
African Time (January 8, 2011)
“You’ll have to get use to African time, everything takes longer.” That was the caution a MOH colleague had offered back in late November. As I sat in the trendy little Bay Street coffee shop watching Torontonians hurry to and from their appointments in the late afternoon sun, I pondered what African time would feel like and wondering how I would cope with the change in speed.
I still remember my first day in Kampala. After an 18hour flight from Toronto to Entebbe, there was no time for jet-lag. My Clinton Health Access Initiative “orientation” consisted of getting dropped into an eight hour meeting with government officials, partner agencies, and representatives from the WHO. An hour into the meeting, the CHAI country manager excused himself to attending another meeting, and I was flying solo. For the next week, the pace was unrelenting, and I was too busy with work to be able to experience African time. Then one day African time crept up unexpectedly.
Colors of the Wild are a local restaurant located in Bokoto, Kampala. Three of us in the office thought it would be interesting to try it for lunch on day, and went at 1pm (the usual Ugandan lunch hour).? The restaurant was hidden from the street, and therefore a much needed sanctuary from the dust and open exhaust fumes that is common in Uganda. Tables lined the inner courtyard and overlooked the garden where peppers and herbs grew with other less identifiable plants. Other than one other patron, the restaurant was empty but fully staffed. Noting a 2:30pm meeting, we ordered quickly. Half an hour went by. When prompted, the waiter noted that “the food is almost ready”. An hour went by, and again the same line ? the food is almost ready. At 2:15pm, after ensuring us for the third time that the food was almost ready, I went to check on the kitchen. I was astounded to find the chef starting to peel the avocado from the appetizer that we had ordered more than an hour ago. As I retold the story on the drive to my next meeting, my driver laughed and noted that the chef probably went to the market to purchase the avocado.
That evening, I was working late and so called for a taxi. The taxi driver noted he was on his way. Half an hour went by. After calling the driver, he reassured me that he was on his way. Reassurances were made again at 45 minutes and an hour into the wait. Finally after 90 minutes of waiting, my taxi arrived. When I retold this story to my colleagues, they laughed and noted that the driver probably took another passenger on the way to pick me up.
These two encounters with African time were indeed frustrating to experience. And on a more fundamental level, these experiences hint at one of the systematic challenges in a developing country ? supply and demand. The lack of patrons drove the decision not to stock the kitchen. The lack of taxis drove the decision to pick up another passenger.?Overtime, Ugandans have adapted to this “system”. Most Muzugus however, only observe the outcomes and become frustrated.
Since I am here for a while, I have vowed not to become frustrated. Rather I will write about these ridiculous and often time hilarious experiences, and when possible, try to understand and appreciate the underlying causes.