Ever since I came to Uganda, I have wondered what it would be like to have my hair braided African-style. Ugandan women like to get their hair plaited (braided). There is an almost endless variety of ways to do this: three strand braids, twists, different sizes of braids, different colors of extra hair added, different lengths, different designs, etc.
At school, children are required to have short hair, so you can always tell when holidays have begun because all the girls will arrive with new hairstyles. Then, as soon as students graduate from high school, nearly all of them keep their hair continually plaited.
When asking them about their hair, I have heard stories of having to sit for hours for the process to be completed. They also told of having their hair pulled so tightly that they would be unable to smile or laugh for a few days without having to grab their head in pain. Even so, I remained curious.
Then, in October, I gained a new roommate, Kacie. She had had her hair braided before, during her travels to Mexico and Haiti, and she definitely wanted to try it here as well. Her enthusiasm spread to me and our other roommate Sarah and propelled us into making plans.
Friday, November 6th was the day. Our friend Georgina helped find us a salon that had experience plaiting Mzungu hair, since our hair is much more slippery than Ugandan hair. We were also warned that it would take longer because our hair is so different.
After riding in a taxi that wove its way through downtown, morning traffic, we arrived at the salon. It was 9:30, and the day was bright and sunny, full of possibility. Our salon had the perfect name: Patience.
It took a few minutes to get everything set up, but soon I was introduced to my stylist. Her name was Hadijah. There were only 2 chairs available for the braiding, so I sat on the floor. Hadijah was an expert braider. Her fingers flew!
I found that the process is a bit more complicated than I had imagined it would be. In order for the hair to stay braided longer, fake hair is added to the real hair. This is done by grabbing a small section of real hair and wrapping the fake hair around it at the roots (a rather painful process). Then the hair is braided. Since the fake hair was longer than my own hair, I ended up adding length to my hair as well.
Sarah and I were having small braids done. Kacie, however decided on a twist.
Hadijah steadily worked on my hair from 10am-2:30pm, when we took a lunch break. The process seemed to be going well. During that time, my friend Shammah stopped by to keep me company. She joined me on the floor and distracted me from the endless tugging.
Here's Sarah at lunchtime :)
My favorite part of the day was when I had to go use the bathroom. The salon didn’t have a bathroom in it, but its customers are free to use a bathroom nearby. Unfortunately this meant that I got to walk outside the salon, past many small stores and customers, up a flight of stairs, and into the restaurant where the toilet was located. It was the entertainment of many ☺. As I passed a couple of people on the stairs, they both burst into laughter at the strange looking mzungu going by. It was awesome!
My hair reminded me of an 80s punk rocker.
Sarah and I
At this point, I was pretty convinced that we only had about 2 hours to go. I thought that we'd be done by 4 or 5pm at the latest, and I started making plans in my head for what I would do that evening. Oh, how wrong I was!
The braiding continued...and continued...and continued...it seemed like the process was never-ending. My scalp was hurting, my back was sore, my legs kept falling asleep, and still the braiding continued...
Finally, 9 hours after beginning, Kacie's hair was finished! The final step was to dip the ends in boiling hot water. That would help them not come undone.
Here is Kacie with Georgina. They both have the twists in their hair and now call themselves twins!
Once Kacie's hair was done, all the ladies that were working on her came to help me. This is me with Hadijah. Ruth is in the background, finishing up some ends...
It took another hour, but then I was finished as well! It felt soooo good to stand up and stretch! One crazy thing that happened: as they were finishing trimming up some things, the lady accidentally cut my ear! It bled and bled and bled! They were all worried. Luckily, I didn't even feel it.
Kacie and I
So, after I was finished, everyone moved to help Sarah...it was quite a crowd!
11 hours after we began, we were all finished...phew! What a day. We came in sunshine, missed a huge rainstorm, left in the dark.
I don't know that I want to sit that long again, but it's been fun having my hair this way. I'm a week into it and still enjoying it.
This blog is a chronicle of my time in Uganda as I serve with Hope Alive!, sharing Christ's love with hurting children.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Trick or Treat
So, it totally doesn't feel like Fall here...how can it when the temperature never goes below 70 degrees? The sun is great, and the rainstorms are fantastic (awesome downpours with thunder and lightning), but I have to admit that I miss the changing of seasons. I would love to take a walk in the park right now, enjoying the crisp, cool air, and taking in the trees with red, yellow, orange, green, and brown leaves. I would also love the opportunity to rake up those leaves into a humongous pile and run and jump in them with my nephews Elijah and Micah! I would even love the chance to wear long sleeves and a jacket :)
Anyway, last week my roommates and I realized that it was almost Halloween! Halloween isn't really celebrated here in Uganda, but we decided to celebrate it as best we could. First stop? the grocery store. Bazungu (white people) don't usually buy pumpkins, and the fact that we bought 4 pumpkins had a few puzzled stares coming our way. Now, pumpkins here are not orange. They are white and green. So, we got 2 green ones, a white one, and one butternut squash.
My neighbor, Catharine, joined us for the carving extravaganza, bringing along a few carving tools. We had to throw all of our strength into the carving, because Ugandan pumpkins have very hard, thick outsides. Oh, and did I mention that our electricity kept going in and out, so part of our carving was done by headlamp?
Pumpkin prep: getting it all clean
Sarah and Catharine digging in
Kacie, hard at work.
The finished product!
Sarah, imitating her pumpkin's expression :)
Catharine and her pumpkin
Kacie's Mr. Lunt
The carving took place on Friday night. On Saturday, we continued the celebration by roasting the pumpkin seeds, making and decorating cookies, receiving visitors, and going trick-or-treating. It was a great Halloween!
Our visitors: two explorers passing by
Super Kate, Kacie the Couch, Sarah the Ant Slayer
Anyway, last week my roommates and I realized that it was almost Halloween! Halloween isn't really celebrated here in Uganda, but we decided to celebrate it as best we could. First stop? the grocery store. Bazungu (white people) don't usually buy pumpkins, and the fact that we bought 4 pumpkins had a few puzzled stares coming our way. Now, pumpkins here are not orange. They are white and green. So, we got 2 green ones, a white one, and one butternut squash.
My neighbor, Catharine, joined us for the carving extravaganza, bringing along a few carving tools. We had to throw all of our strength into the carving, because Ugandan pumpkins have very hard, thick outsides. Oh, and did I mention that our electricity kept going in and out, so part of our carving was done by headlamp?
Pumpkin prep: getting it all clean
Sarah and Catharine digging in
Kacie, hard at work.
The finished product!
Sarah, imitating her pumpkin's expression :)
Catharine and her pumpkin
Kacie's Mr. Lunt
The carving took place on Friday night. On Saturday, we continued the celebration by roasting the pumpkin seeds, making and decorating cookies, receiving visitors, and going trick-or-treating. It was a great Halloween!
Our visitors: two explorers passing by
Super Kate, Kacie the Couch, Sarah the Ant Slayer
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Masaka
This weekend I got to go to one of my favorite places on this earth: the equator. Yeah, I know it’s just an invisible line that encircles the planet—well, not completely invisible…in Uganda there is a line, painted across the road!—but for some reason, I love the knowledge that I’m crossing from one hemisphere to another. And, it’s especially cool that I can stand in both hemispheres at the same time!
I crossed over the equator on my way to Masaka, traveling with Catharine and Sarah. It was my first time going there since I’ve been back in Uganda, and I’ve been longing to go. Masaka is about 2 ½ hours southwest of Kampala. It is a small town, and the journey down there is beautiful. The way is marked by rolling hills, a variety of trees, papyrus, and lots and lots of green. I love having a chance to get away from the city. The climate is a bit cooler there too, which I definitely enjoy. (I even wore a fleece and socks one night!!!)
After we arrived, we visited the primary school where most of our students attend. I am forever fascinated by how school is conducted here…but that is material for a future blog☺. We then had lunch with the mentors, and I had some very sweet reunions with them.
Saturday was a special day. Besides attending Saturday club and seeing how things are run there, we also were able to meet and take photos of twenty boys and girls who were being enrolled! How exciting it was to see these fresh, new faces; some little and some big, all somewhat unsure and nervous, but hopeful, daring to believe that they would no longer have to worry about school fees and that they’d have a place to belong. It was also neat, too, to watch some of the older Hope Alive! students take time to greet these new ones and make them feel welcome.
Catharine talked with the new ones for a bit, telling them about Hope Alive! and letting them know how glad we are to have them be apart of the project. God definitely has heard the prayers of these children and their families, and He has enabled us to be the help they need. What a privilege and a blessing! Thank you to all who are involved in sponsoring children, whether through World Vision, Compassion, Hope Alive!, or somewhere else. You have no idea how much change it brings to one child, forever impacting their families, their communities, their future.
I crossed over the equator on my way to Masaka, traveling with Catharine and Sarah. It was my first time going there since I’ve been back in Uganda, and I’ve been longing to go. Masaka is about 2 ½ hours southwest of Kampala. It is a small town, and the journey down there is beautiful. The way is marked by rolling hills, a variety of trees, papyrus, and lots and lots of green. I love having a chance to get away from the city. The climate is a bit cooler there too, which I definitely enjoy. (I even wore a fleece and socks one night!!!)
After we arrived, we visited the primary school where most of our students attend. I am forever fascinated by how school is conducted here…but that is material for a future blog☺. We then had lunch with the mentors, and I had some very sweet reunions with them.
Saturday was a special day. Besides attending Saturday club and seeing how things are run there, we also were able to meet and take photos of twenty boys and girls who were being enrolled! How exciting it was to see these fresh, new faces; some little and some big, all somewhat unsure and nervous, but hopeful, daring to believe that they would no longer have to worry about school fees and that they’d have a place to belong. It was also neat, too, to watch some of the older Hope Alive! students take time to greet these new ones and make them feel welcome.
Catharine talked with the new ones for a bit, telling them about Hope Alive! and letting them know how glad we are to have them be apart of the project. God definitely has heard the prayers of these children and their families, and He has enabled us to be the help they need. What a privilege and a blessing! Thank you to all who are involved in sponsoring children, whether through World Vision, Compassion, Hope Alive!, or somewhere else. You have no idea how much change it brings to one child, forever impacting their families, their communities, their future.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Hello to 30!
My birthday was a wonderfully fantastic day. The weather was beautiful and sunny. I took the day off of work, so I had a nice, easy morning. My parents and grandparents both called to wish me a happy birthday, and it was nice to hear from them. I spent some time in the Word and talking with Jesus, I read, I opened up the gifts my mom had sent with me (totally breaking tradition!), and got ready for my party ☺. I’m not one to usually throw myself a party, but I thought that this year could be an exception.
The party was at 3pm. Nearly everyone I invited was able to come: the Hope Alive! staff, my neighbors on the compound, and a few friends from church. We hung out for awhile, had cake, brownies, and ice cream, and then played a game (the animal game is the best game ever!). It was so nice to spend time celebrating with my friends. In the evening I was able to check my email and received many, many, many birthday greetings from all my wonderful friends and family back home. I went to bed exhausted but happy. I really didn’t want the day to end. Being 30 isn’t all that bad ☺.
Lonnah, Me, and Dorothy
Richard, Alfred, and Patrick
Chris and Abby
Birthday Brownies!
Plus Cake--chocolate cake with chocolate/peanut butter frosting...can't get any better than that!
Yes, I do light my own birthday candles!!!
Look at that smoke! I am so old!!!
The three Kates: Kate Amony, Kate Segrin, Cate Coon
Roommates
THE ANIMAL GAME!!!
Shammah and I
Dorothy, Alfred, and Miriam
So, Ugandans can't do anything without dancing...so, here is Richard making me dance.
Patrick and Andrew
Shammah & Kate
Chris, Stephen, Richard, and I
The party was at 3pm. Nearly everyone I invited was able to come: the Hope Alive! staff, my neighbors on the compound, and a few friends from church. We hung out for awhile, had cake, brownies, and ice cream, and then played a game (the animal game is the best game ever!). It was so nice to spend time celebrating with my friends. In the evening I was able to check my email and received many, many, many birthday greetings from all my wonderful friends and family back home. I went to bed exhausted but happy. I really didn’t want the day to end. Being 30 isn’t all that bad ☺.
Lonnah, Me, and Dorothy
Richard, Alfred, and Patrick
Chris and Abby
Birthday Brownies!
Plus Cake--chocolate cake with chocolate/peanut butter frosting...can't get any better than that!
Yes, I do light my own birthday candles!!!
Look at that smoke! I am so old!!!
The three Kates: Kate Amony, Kate Segrin, Cate Coon
Roommates
THE ANIMAL GAME!!!
Shammah and I
Dorothy, Alfred, and Miriam
So, Ugandans can't do anything without dancing...so, here is Richard making me dance.
Patrick and Andrew
Shammah & Kate
Chris, Stephen, Richard, and I
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