Thursday, 12 March 2015

Chaundra's First MAF flight!

What an incredible experience...  I was offered the chance to ride along with one of our pilots (Matt was on Daddy duty) to be able to understand what Matt does everyday, meet the people on the flights and on the airstrips, and I made it (barely!) back to Kajjansi without using my airsick bag!

Sunrise over the planes at Kajjansi Airfield, approximately 7am.

Early morning over the Nile river - you can see one of the airstrips we use just off the river.  The rapids were impressive, even from above.

My pilot for the day, Dave Forney.

Our day started by flying a Dutch missionary from Kampala to Moyo.  She has been making the commute every 3 weeks or so as she visits her teenage sons in boarding school in the city.  Along with her husband, they help run an orphanage in Kajo-Keji, South Sudan.  From Moyo, it's about 3 kilometres to the South Sudan border, where she will have to cross the Nile by boat before continuing on to go through immigration.  I admired her strength in being able to do the trip so often, and it was so apparent that she loved her work in South Sudan, so much so that the commute was nothing to her.  She was amazing!

Landing in Moyo, 3kms from the South Sudanese border.  You can see our Caravan's shadow over the fields :)

Unloading in Moyo, and picking up two more passengers for another destination.

The Moyo terminal and bathrooms.

From here we took off again, flying about an hour east to the Karamoja region.  We flew along the South Sudanese border, so for a while I had South Sudan on my left and Uganda on my right.  What a cool feeling!  The terrain became desolate and dry so quickly, I couldn't believe it!  This area of Uganda hasn't had a drop of rain since November.  The riverbeds were completely empty and there was hardly a speck of green to be seen.  In Karamoja, we dropped off some World Vision staff who will be working in the region for the next while and were met by some boys from the Karamoja tribe.  They had been herding their cattle but like to meet the planes to collect empty water bottles from the passengers :)

The villages in the Karomoja region almost look like alien formations from far above.  So beautiful!

The Karamojong people are a herding tribe in northern Uganda.  These boys all wear the traditional dress and carry long pointed sticks that they use to control and defend their herd, and also use them as makeshift tools for numerous other things - kind of like a Leatherman.  They love to have any extra water bottles from the aircraft.

The boys loved having their pictures taken and then laughing at themselves when they could see them after.  I'm sure they were arguing over who was the most handsome!

The World Vision truck was waiting for us at the airstrip as well.

Our welcoming committee!

The herders have started to dig down into the dry river beds to find moist soil or water for their herds.  They cover them with brush when they're done to try to keep other animals from taking advantage.  You can see a few of the makeshift wells in the picture above.

A closer view of one of the intricate villages in the region.

Last October, this river was full and the land was lush and green!  We are all praying for the rainy season to come soon.



From Karamoja, we headed even further east, to Moroto.  Moroto is about 2 kms from the Kenyan border, and the winds coming in from Kenya were intense!  I guess this is just all part of the dry season here.  The mountain behind the airstrip had a red haze around it from the blowing dust.  Here we dropped off two workers with Concern Worldwide Uganda.  These guys are helping people produce sustainable livelihoods, like proper farming and irrigation techniques, and how to sell their harvests at fair market price.  The winds created quite a few bumps on the way in here, and I think we were all pretty happy to be on solid ground for a few minutes!

The Concern Worldwide vehicles waiting for their passengers in Moroto.

The layer of dust lingering just above everything - even making it hard to breathe in the heat and wind!

Ladies in Moroto carrying jerry cans of water on their heads.

And then we were off!  Bumping our way back to Kampala, crossing over the Nile a few more times and spotting parts of Lake Victoria, turquoise and green swamps, mountains, valleys and deserts.  Uganada is such a beautiful and diverse country, and I know the people living here are as enchanting as the landscapes.  

As we were coming into Kampala (feeling pretty squeamish by this point!) Dave was willing to fly me over the kids school, Rainbow International School and our house before arriving safely back in Kajjansi.  I managed to snap a couple of pics while grasping my airsick bag!

Co-Pilot for the day.

Rainbow International School - You can see the three long buildings, parking lot, soccer field and pools.

Our house is in this picture...  from the bottom centre it is the second house in from the main road!  I wish I had a way to mark it for you.  

I've always had a respect for what the pilots do here - but it was great to see all the work that goes into one trip on one of our planes.  Not only do they keep us all safe in the air, deliver the passengers and cargo; they are in and out of the plane more times than I can count all day.  Checking fuel levels, loading bags, installing the tail stand and many, many other things, and they do it all with a word of prayer to start the day and a smile on their faces.  

Thanks Guys!  

And thanks to the endless teams that make these flights happen:  our aircraft engineers who keep our aircraft safe and reliable, we couldn't do it without you!  To our flight followers at the office here in Makindye, who volunteer their time to keep track of us and make sure we are safe.  To our ops teams who make our bookings and weigh our cargo, and many, many others here and at home who make these amazing flights possible.  






Sunday, 1 March 2015

Homesick

Uganda is breathtakingly beautiful.  Usually, after the kids go to school, I sit on my front steps and listen to the birds chirp, the palm leaves rustle in the wind, whilst the hustle of Makindye Hill goes on outside my gate.  The weather is great - neither too hot or too cold, and recently after a long dry season, we’ve had a few refreshing and rejuvenating rains.  I have banana trees in the back of the yard which yield lots of good eating.  Leftovers go into many different forms of cakes, breads and pancakes, with some still around to give away.  My husband is doing what he loves and what God has called him to do.  My children are thriving here, each one growing in leaps and bounds and understanding more Luganda everyday.  I have to admit, life is really sweet.

Our kids in the Mpigi Forest, Uganda

But today has just been one of those days…  maybe jumpstarted by a boy up and sick to his stomach all night - but all of a sudden the rustling palms sound like crumpling cardboard and the hustle outside the gate sounds like a riot, and I swear to you, if I ever see another banana again, I may just scream.  

Beam me up, Scotty!  I’m homesick.

I’m homesick for family.  For sleepovers with grandparents and coffees and ice creams with friends.  The moments in the summer where we stay up late around the fire and time stands still.  That first magical snow of winter when i want to just linger outside until my fingers are too cold to feel. 

I’m homesick for walks to the grocery store, and the bus stop and for raking leaves and sharing treats with neighbours.  Roadtrips to the rocky beach (my favourite) and tomatoes from my garden.  I’m homesick for Nana’s biscuits, with baked beans and ham and heck, even lobster.  

Friends in our treehouse in Canada

I fear the moments my kids are missing are those magical moments of childhood that we can’t get back - so I’m homesick for those, too.  

But instead of feeling sorry for myself, I will focus on the here and now, and the things that are nearest and dearest to me, Matt and my three beautiful children.  All I can say, is that You are all  I need, and I trust Your plans for us.

You, Lord, are all I have, and you give me all I need; my future is in your hands. psalms 16:9

Before this, I have never felt such happiness and sadness, joy and frustration, independence and loneliness, adventure and fear all coming at me at once.  But I do know that never before this very moment have I felt that I am exactly where I am supposed to be…  living in the palm of God’s hand.  

Us! - Summer 2013 on my favourite beach in Saint John, NB

Charlee - Doing what she does best, inspecting babies!  Uganda, 2015

Fred - Doing what he does best. finding treasure wherever he goes!  Uganda, 2015

Theo - A little bit of mischief :)  Fredericton, NB Summer 2014









Thursday, 12 February 2015

A Brighter Future for Uganda

Just recently, I was honoured to have a flight carrying a UNICEF sponsored project of midwives travelling into Moroto, Uganda to run a series of clinics and workshops that teach women about prenatal care and safe child birthing practices.  
The group of midwives and UNICEF staff.

These ladies rely on MAF as they travel from Eastern to Western Uganda quite frequently.  Eastern Uganda has the highest infant and maternal death rates in the entire country which sees at least 17 mothers and 106 newborns die here every day! Most of these deaths are preventable and largely because there is no care available to these women during pregnancy, childbirth and after.
                                           Some of the isolated villages in Eastern Uganda.
                                                            The airstrip in Moroto.
Also on this flight were staff members of Save the Children - Uganda. These folks are building and overseeing over 11 education centres for approximately 800 students who wouldn’t otherwise be able to afford an education. 
I feel very privileged to be a part of what MAF is helping to do in this country -  together, we are investing in a brighter future for Uganda!
The Save the Children vehicle arrives to collect the passengers at the airstrip
 - thanks for partnering with us!
The pilot :)
Eastern Ugandan villages.
The mist on some of the hills of Kampala on our flight home.

Sunday, 1 February 2015

Hope Changes Everything



As I write this, it’s early in the morning, the day after our second gathering with the group of special needs kids we met at Christmas time.  Over the last few weeks as we’ve been planning for this, we’ve had church staff walking to the families’ houses to invite them to come; money for transport and food coming into place at the exact right time, nurses, a speech therapist and a physiotherapist all volunteering to come and help, and the turnout was amazing.  By this second gathering, our little Sunday school room at Lugogo Baptist Church was bursting at the seams!  



In total, there were more than 20 kids with varying disabilities, along with their parents and some siblings, coming from all over Kampala and even as far as Tororo - about 9 hours travel time - just to be with us.  Jennifer had heard we were meeting through an aunt in the city and travelled by matatu bus with 6 year old Chris…  a long, hot and tiring ride, especially with a severely disabled boy in tow.  Another young girl with hydrocephalus had been carried there by her teenage aunt, as her mother was in labour just yesterday.  So much effort went into coming here and I wondered, why?  Why do their tired bodies exert so much effort?  

And then I got it:  HOPE CHANGES EVERYTHING.

“And His name will be the hope of all the world.”  Matthew 12:21

Everyone needs hope.  The chance to come, share a meal with friends and children, sit with others in similar situations, talk to a nurse, learn an exercise that can help loosen the tension in their child with Cerebral Palsy’s hands, have someone hold your baby while you eat - or maybe help you feed her, and simply have someone who cares enough to listen to your struggles.  These are things that money can’t buy - things that help you carry on in a culture where babies like yours are abandoned by the sides of the road, because mothers can’t fathom doing this forever without any hope.   


 


In Uganda, children can disappear.  Left at churches or babies homes, frustrated and overwhelmed parents leave their children with the intention of temporary care while they find work to get their feet under them.  They later return to these baby homes to find their children missing  - unknowingly relocated to another care facility or even adopted abroad without the parent having any idea.  But thanks  to groups like our friends at Suubi House who provide family support and encouragement, change is happening to keep these children with their families. 


Meet Whitney.  Whitney and her twin brother were born weighing around just 1 kilo each, and are being  raised by their grandmother after their mother couldn’t care for them, especially after Whitney was found to be developmentally delayed and epileptic.  At the ages of 4, their grandmother was called to the village to care for her own dying mother, and left the kids in the care of her daughter.  Upon arriving home one month later, the twins were gone - dropped off at a church.  She searched relentlessly, until 8 months later she found them in a babies home, who did not want to return them as they had now been promised to a family overseas.  Thankfully, the twins are back home with their grandmother now, and couldn’t be loved more!  Another example of how support for these families could help keep them together.



It was a beautiful day in every way possible - and even though the there wasn’t enough time for the volunteers to diagnose and treat every child, they did sit with each family, listen to their struggles, and give some helpful advice. I came away with joy in my heart and a desire to do more.  Loving these kids is easy, it’s returned without caution or expectation and it makes me want to grab ahold of each and every one of their hands and not let go.  Because in the end, aren’t we just all walking each other home?

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”  Matthew 11:28

















And a little song from Whitney: