We have been advised by the Poultry Project's founder and our lovely sister, Kelly Flamos
, to keep our expectations to a reasonable level.
So, after a long a conversation, Emily and I have decided that if we accomplish nothing else during our stay, we would like to, at the very least, save the planet.
In furtherance of that humble goal, Emily has come out of the gates firing on all cylinders.
is applying a machine-like methodology to her
Each of her
bags is exactly fifty pounds, perfectly square, and consists of individually numbered one-gallon baggies filled with clothes, toiletries, and gifts.
I cannot be sure why the bags are numbered, but like an Enron shareholder I will blindly trust the legitimacy of such a complicated system.
Emily and I are very excited for our trip.
We are both very thankful for the contributions that have made it possible.
Most importantly, we would like to thank Kelly
and Colin for paving the way and making everything so easy.
This project began with a collaboration of minds (Julian Harris, MD, Kelly Flamos, Robert Oluka, Charity Abude, Margaret Muzaki, Sarah Khanakwa, and several other TASO Mbale staff) and a generous contribution from John and Dobbie Luppino of Philadelphia.
Their donation motivated Julian, Kelly
and the TASO Mbale
team to move forward with their dream.
After the Luppinos offered their support, other family and friends of Kelly
and Julian donated their hard-earned dollars to keep The Poultry Project going.
Colin and Kelly
admire the majestic Sipi Falls on the foothills of Mount Elgon.
I heard one of the counselors tell Colin, "Don't let Kelly
With help from our families in the US, Kelly
built the boys a home; the boys built a chicken coop for themselves for the poultry project; a woman from the US (we can't find out her name) hired a maid for the family to look after James and cook and clean for them; the executive director of TASO Uganda
donated clothes; Martha and Kelly set up a bank account for the family; and now the boys can sleep easier because they also have beds, thanks to the caring and generous people in the USA.
, Miriam from the CURE Hospital
, John and his wife Gertrude and I piled into a mini-van taxi that John found for hire.
A short, pudgy and cute young boy appeared from around one of the bends in the path, and I heard Kelly
name in her
cautiously walked toward us with his
grandmother, Alice, behind him.
Wycliffe is the young boy that Kelly
and John met last year, when he was dying from malnourishment and anemia.
rolled out a soccer ball and the more than 50 children in attendance went nuts.
gave him some gifts, including a harmonica, and he
received them with grace and appreciation.
Wycliffe is introduced at the meeting as a potential PRID beneficiary and a dear friend of the visitors (Kelly, Colin, and Miriam).
and I hope to provide some assistance to PRID
, which includes the land purchase of an acre; quality top soil; bicycles and additional coffee plants.
Our day started at 8:30 a.m. John Busolo woke us at the CURE Hospital guest house. (Kelly had actually been awake for more than an hour)
and I walked through downtown Mbale (one mile) with John, Mzee Dasan and Mzee Boaz.
10:05: John and Kelly
approach a banker, who gives a list - as long as the bank lines - of requirements to open a bank account.
and I suspected conspiracy.
10:20: I share my excitement about "King James" and the Cavaliers with an unequally amused Kelly
and I decided to make our way to TASO
to see what is happening.
12:15 p.m.: When we found an empty TASO
(because everyone was at community outreach), we decided we would go our separate ways; I would go and continue working on a column (and reading Cavs columns) and she
would pick up some items for PRID
and some of the children at TASO.
and I were reunited at Nurali's
, a local restaurant and cafe.
No worries, Kelly
5:45: John, Kelly
and I grabbed the completed documents and we ran to the bank before Ismail left.
enjoys Sarah, while Grace looks lovingly at her beautiful neice.
Sarah, feeling a bit nervous, relieves herself on Kelly
as they share a sweet moment together.
has generously allowed me to write a solo blog entry (she's actually sleeping, so this may be edited tomorrow).
When we returned from our sightseeing in the city of Entebbe, I was not feeling well.
In my mind, I was suffering from ebola, malaria and a poisonous bug-bite - all at the same time.
Nearly the entire medical staff of CURE Children's Hospital
has assured me that what ails me is a simple case of sun poisoning, and expect a full recovery within days.
Nambozo, as Kelly has been affectionately named, has been working steadily with TASO; I, on the other hand have been steadliy active with a toilet and a book.
mentioned, not only is Maimuna suffering from HIV/AIDS, but she
has a severe case of herpes on her
leg, which has immobilized her
said, the flight here was a drag - not a fantastic way to start the journey.
But this is an amazing place and I am tickled to be here, luggage or not.
Fortunately, I have a few shirts to wear - one says "STOW
," and another says "France: Losers of Both World Wars."
At this moment, Kelly
informed me that its time to go - we are going to TASO
to see the newly constructed Children's Clinic, and meet with the counselors about the poultry project