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        <link>https://www.durangoherald.com/articles/jambo-uganda/durango-nurses-provide-health-services-to-rural-ugandans/</link>
        <title>Durango nurses provide health services to rural Ugandans</title>
        <description>Darnell, Graf and Price (who are graduates of Pueblo Community College) worked with nurses from Ntenjera clinic to create a sustainable program. Darnell said everyone involved learned a lot from each other. The nurses also worked at Mengo Hospital, where...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Step Up Uganda Executive Director Kathy Darnell and two Durango nurses – Bethany Graf and Debra Price – returned a few days ago from Uganda. There, they provided health services to rural Ugandans. Darnell said there was a large turnout in villages outside the capital city of Kampala. The three women provided HIV/AIDS testing and counseling, child vaccinations, malaria vaccinations and treated miscellaneous wounds, infections and diseases. Darnell, Graf and Price (who are graduates of Pueblo Community College) worked with nurses from Ntenjera clinic to create a sustainable program. Darnell said everyone involved learned a lot from each other. The nurses also worked at Mengo Hospital, where Graf and Price delivered three babies in one day. Darnell explained the meaning of “Mengo Hospital.” Historically, no matter what the circumstances were, men were always treated first. When the founder of the hospital was coming up with a name, he settled on Mengo as a way to indicated “men go” so that women were treated first. This was his effort to give women equal access to triage and health care.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Slowly, Uganda works toward providing basic hygiene products for women</title>
        <description>Build Africa, a non-governmental organization, hosted a symposium to discuss the problem after a survey came out that said about 30 percent of girls leave school because they don’t have sanitary pads. NGOs and educators are increasingly concerned that, in...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Kampala, Uganda – A couple of weeks before I arrived in Uganda, local news media published several stories about the increasing rate of girls dropping out of school because they don’t have access to sanitary pads. Build Africa, a non-governmental organization, hosted a symposium to discuss the problem after a survey came out that said about 30 percent of girls leave school because they don’t have sanitary pads. NGOs and educators are increasingly concerned that, in a country that is trying to equalize women’s status in society, girls will not be successful because their education suffers from a lack of basic hygiene products. Girls re-use rags that aren’t fully clean or they use banana leaves or mud – all of which can cause severe bacterial infections. From some girls, the infections could affect their ability to have children, and in a country where having children essentially defines a woman’s worth, the threat upsets many people. Cost is perhaps the biggest barrier. If a sanitary pad cost about 1,500 shillings each (about 60 cents) yet a mother cannot afford to feed her children, you can see where the priority ends up. About 80 percent of Uganda’s population lives in rural areas where the poverty rate is exceptionally high. Catherine Abalo, of Build Africa, said Ugandan society needs to sanitary pads as a right, not a luxury. Parliamentary Member Rose Seninde said last week her government needs to step up. ““If the government distributes condoms free of charge, why shouldn’t they do the same for sanitary pads?” But the issue doesn’t affect only school girls. During a Parliamentary session yesterday, MPs passed a motion to force the Ugandan government to allot money for female prisoners to have access to sanitary pads. Many of these prisoners are not receiving pads while in prison, which leaves many of them desperately seeking leaves and grass while on work projects. Some women have died from the infections they contract from using such means during their menstrual cycles. “It seems the people in government don’t understand how horrible it is for female prisoners to bleed and pick leaves and grass in desperation,” MP Alice Alaso said in a discussion about the government’s budget. This is not a particularly new issue that Ugandan women have had to deal with, but in the last couple of years the problem has gained international exposure. If you’re interested in donating money to help one of the many organizations that provide sanitary pads to women in Uganda, do an Internet search.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Everyone (well, almost) has a cellphone or three in Uganda</title>
        <description>The extent of cellphone usage and ownership in this country deserves noting for a few reasons. For one, people own multiple cellphones because they buy them from different providers to save money when calling people in a specific provider’s network....</description>
        <pubDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2013 01:02:21 -0600</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Kampala, Uganda – Never mind the Internet, where’s the nearest cell phone tower? That is what’s most important to people in Africa, especially Uganda, where a huge part of the population has not just one cellphone but always two and sometimes more. For a developing country, I have been surprised not only at the widespread use of cellphones but also the extent of coverage. Even in rural villages far away from a city, you can almost always get a cellphone signal. Those of us who live in rural Colorado have much to envy. The extent of cellphone usage and ownership in this country deserves noting for a few reasons. For one, people own multiple cellphones because they buy them from different providers to save money when calling people in a specific provider’s network. The biggest providers in Africa are MTN, Orange, Waried and Airtel. If someone buys a phone from Airtel, the calls she makes to Airtel phone numbers are considerably cheaper than ones she makes to, say, MTN. So, she’ll buy a phone from MTN also. And probably even buy a phone from Orange. (You can buy a phone for as little as $7, which I did, since Chinese phonemakers have flooded this market. So now I actually have a Ugandan telephone number. Call me if you’re in town – we’ll have tea!* Smartphones, however, are quite expensive. A Samsung Galaxy will cost more than $1,200.) Each phone has its own telephone number, provided by a SIM card you have to buy. So when you ask a Ugandan for his or her cellphone number, you always get two and almost always three. Then you set about calling each number until you reach the person. Which brings me to my cellphone frustration here: Few people set up their voicemail feature on their phone. I have yet to call a person and get their voicemail if he or she does not answer. That means you call people repeatedly, which makes me feel stalker-ish. Unlike in most other countries, when you buy a cellphone, you aren’t required to buy a contract with the provider. In fact, they don’t offer them. Instead, you buy calling cards with a certain amount of minutes. You then load those minutes onto your cellphone. This explains the proliferation of “kiosks” throughout the country, even in the remotest of areas where there isn’t even electricity. Everywhere you turn someone is selling phone cards. Run out of minutes while sitting in a frustrating Kampala traffic jam? Just summon a street hawker who is skillfully running in and out of traffic to your car and buy more minutes. Or, as I have encountered a couple of times, ask someone to borrow her phone and promise to pay her back when you buy a card. Smartphones are not as common as old-school phones. But even those old-school phones let you access Facebook (nice market penetration, Zuckerberg), Yahoo! news and a radio. Many Ugandans get their news by listening to the radio as they travel in a busy city. It has been interesting to me to see how even some of the poorest Ugandans own cellphones. Often, it doesn’t matter if it’s a businessman outside his office or a resident of a slum, odds are, the person has at least one cellphone. The proliferation of phones is changing the ways Ugandans – and Africans – live. Researchers report that at least 650 million people in Africa use cellphones. That is more than half of the population of Africa. Ten years ago, that number was 54 million. The growth has helped farmers make connections with buyers. For example, microfinance group the Grameen Foundation, leases smartphones to Ugandan farmers so that they can receive information critical to their success, such as weather forecasts, planting advice, market prices, disease threats and more. Farmers who receive the information from cellphones can then share it with their neighbors. It has also prompted many NGOs expand their services because it’s another way of communicating with the disenfranchised. UNICEF has provided information about how cellphones are used to track information about diseases and what help is available to the afflicted. Even something as simple as text messaging has revolutionized some services. Time magazine wrote: “In developing nations, the simple text message represents a quantum leap in connectivity.” There are countless stories from Uganda about how cellphones have markedly changed peoples’ lives. But underneath those stories is a growing worry that cellphones may also make violent conflicts worse. Now that the Lord’s Resistance Army has reportedly been flushed out of Uganda, the country has relative stability when it comes to rebel conflict. But it and other African countries are concerned that rebel groups could use the technology to carry out conflict. Much of the alarm came from a report issued last summer by the German Institute of Global and Area Studies and Duke University, which said availability of cellphone coverage greatly increases the probability of violent conflict. According to the report: “Cellphone technology can increase the ability of rebel groups to overcome collective action problems. In particular, cell phones lead to a boost in the capacity of rebels to communicate and monitor in-group behavior, thus increasing in-group cooperation. Furthermore, cellphones allow for coordination of insurgent activity cross geographically distant locations.” Access to social media via cellphone has played a significant role in rebels getting their message out and mobilize their followers. During my time in Uganda, I’ve closely followed the militia group the Congolese Revolutionary Army, more widely known as M23. Active mainly in Congo, the group uses Twitter extensively to inform its followers (but necessarily adherents). Several times in the last couple of weeks the group has tweeted about spontaneous activities and press conferences in coordinated in Kampala. Still, researchers believe that cellphone availability in Uganda and other parts of the continent is one of the most positive developments for the emerging markets, and it may well just be the means of communication that is a key part of the answer to political stability and reduction of poverty.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>The road to Gulu is paved with potholes and wildlife</title>
        <description>The road to get to Gulu from Southern Uganda is a kidney-jarring ride that makes a person not want to get back into a car for the return home. What should take four hours to drive usually takes twice as...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Gulu, Uganda – Northern Uganda is known most for being the site of a war between the country’s government and the Lord’s Resistance Army, led by Joseph Kony. Signs of the ravages of war are evident to those who know the bloody history of this region. The road to get to Gulu from Southern Uganda is a kidney-jarring ride that makes a person not want to get back into a car for the return home. What should take four hours to drive usually takes twice as long because the condition of the road is so poor that it’s like a game of whack-a-mole. Add to that the distraction of wild animals and the beautiful Karuma Falls. Karuma Falls lie south of Murchison Falls National Park. They are a popular spot for travelers to stop to take photos – but only momentarily. Near the cascading falls is a bridge that is heavily guarded by Uganda soldiers. Raise your camera to take a picture of the bridge and a soldier is sure to raise his gun. That’s because the bridge over Karuma Falls was a marker for where people left peace behind and entered an insecure land. During the 20-year rebel insurgency, soldiers guarded the bridge to ensure rebels didn’t cross it into the south. Just 10 years ago, travelers had to be escorted across the bridge after soldiers determined if your intent to travel north was safe. Once you’d been cleared to pass the bridge, travelers could wait as a long as two hours before being escorted across it. As if the LRA battle wasn’t enough to sour the beauty of the falls, the bridge also was one from which many people jumped from to die during Idi Amin’s regime. The falls may soon vanish because the Uganda government is building a hydroelectric power station at this site on the Nile River. Plans to build the power station came about in 1995, but only last month were plans finalized and President Yoweri Museveni ceremoniously cut a ribbon to start construction. It’s expected to be complete in 2018. When finished, Karuma will be Uganda’s biggest dam. Surrounding Karuma Falls is a game preserve, so it’s not unusual to have a monkey approach you as you are trying to quickly take photos before crossing over the bridge. Monkeys can be a common site in certain parts of Uganda. There are at least nine species of monkeys in this country. If a monkey doesn’t thrill you, certainly a baboon carrying around her infants will. There aren’t many cuter things in the wild than seeing an infant animal peeking out from the mother’s fur as she investigates why traveling foreigners tumble out of the car, elbowing each other for the best shot. To elevate the excitement, stopping to stretch your legs and hike around Ziwa, a forested area of about 30 square miles. Today after grabbing lunch at a nearby shack, friends and I decided to look for the famous but small group of rhinos that live in Ziwa. At one point, both black and white rhinos were extinct in Uganda. But in 2005, the country worked hard to reintroduce white rhinos, and today in Ziwa there reportedly are nine of them. You can track them in those 30 square miles, and if you are lucky, like we were today, you can run across them within minutes of bush-whacking. At point, a group of rhinos was about 50 yards in front of us and a group of ankole longhorn was 50 yards behind us. I didn’t know which I would rather have charge me. While I think these ankole have nothing on Texas’ longhorns, I learned that rhinos will charge you and make life worse for you – unless you rapidly climb a tree.]]></content:encoded>
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        <link>https://www.durangoherald.com/articles/jambo-uganda/richard-me/</link>
        <title>Richard &amp; me</title>
        <description>My Ugandan taxi driver, Richard Mukasa, has kept me safe in a crowded city where driving and walking are a constant risk.AMY MAESTAS/Durango Herald Richard speaks only a small amount of English. When possible, he communicates in Luganda, one of...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[My Ugandan taxi driver, Richard Mukasa, has kept me safe in a crowded city where driving and walking are a constant risk.AMY MAESTAS/Durango Herald Kampala, Uganda – Richard Mukasa has been my taxi driver nearly the whole time I’ve been in Uganda – and I plan to use him for the remainder of my time, because we’ve found a way to communicate that makes us laugh at the insanity of trying to get around Kampala. Richard speaks only a small amount of English. When possible, he communicates in Luganda, one of the regional dialects spoken in this country. English is Uganda’s official language, but native languages often are the go-to way of speaking. But every morning when he picks me up to taxi me to an interview or to work at the Daily Monitor, he greets me with a formal “Good morning, madam.” Then he laughs. He’s laughing because as we navigate the nightmare traffic in Kampala, he watches my reactions out of the corner of his eye. I’ve tried to mask my faces of horror and to squelch the enormous gasps of fright. When I see a bold move or near accident, I screech to him, “Did you just see that?!” He chuckles and says, “S’OK, madam.” But it’s impossible not to grab the dashboard of his ratty Toyota sedan that gets me where I want to go. In Kampala, people get around (besides walking) by using a boda boda, a taxi or a “private hire.” Boda bodas are motorcycles. Women still mostly ride on the back in a side-saddle position as their male drivers weave madly through traffic jams, taking chances and maneuvers that make me want to swear like a longshoreman. I haven’t yet used a boda boda, because since I’ve been here, I’ve seen no fewer than 50 accidents with them involved; I’m opting to not spend an evening in a Ugandan emergency room. I’m told, though I haven’t verified, that there are about 300,000 licensed boda boda drivers in Kampala. They are the cheapest, quickest way to get around a very congested city. (Boda boda drivers and the Ugandan government are currently in a dispute over regulations.) Taxis in Kampala really are buses. To be exact, they call them matatus – 12-passenger vans that are white with short blue stripes painted on them. Nearly every one has a personal touch of the owner, like “God is good” in rainbow-colored holograms on the back. The matatus have informal pick-up and drop-off locations along their routes. Some matatus travel long distances, so passengers have to board them at a taxi park in the city – a park of thousands of taxis that is so vast that it is overwhelming to figure out where you need to go. Obviously not as small and maneuverable as boda bodas, matatu operators still drive assertively to get where they want, when they want. “Special hires” are people like Richard. They are independently owned cars that are not commercialized, have no meters and frequently are run down because of the constant abuse of driving in a crowded city. Special hires work for themselves, which means you negotiate the fare before you get in the car (and hope the driver holds up his end of the bargain when it comes time to pay). Richard’s metallic tan Toyota is probably a late-1990s model. The windows don’t roll up completely, if at all (they seem to not roll down on a warm day but not roll up on a rainy day – clearly a Murphy’s Law car add-on). The after-market window tint, which is so dark that you can barely see through it, is partially peeled back enough that you have to control yourself to not finish the job and get it over with. The back doors can’t be opened from the outside. And the floorboard on the front passenger side is worn through. Look down and you see everything beneath you breeze by. This car is Richard’s livelihood. I’ve stuck with him during my stay here because we created a mutual respect for each other – we know we need each other. He waits for me while I’m in interviews, always greeting me when I get back into the car with a friendly “madam.” I try to explain to him where I need to go next, and if we can’t understand each other, I call the person I am meeting and ask him or her to give Richard directions. He’ll hang up and say, “Ah, yes. I know exactly where that is. Don’t worry, madam. I know the way there.” And off we go, his left eye glancing my direction to watch my facial expressions. In my short time using Richard, we’ve shared experiences that will probably stay with both of us for a long time. On our way to Katosi last week, we talked about how costly cars are to buy and maintain. He pointed out a shiny black Ford SUV in front of us and explained that it was a new model to come to Uganda. He said only wealthy Ugandans could afford to buy such a car. In turn, I explained that such a car is a dime a dozen in the states, and several models are affordable to middle-class people. He asked what poor people drive. I told him it’s conceivable they drive a Ford, but it may be an older model. It seemed odd to him that his new make in Uganda would be someone’s main transportation in the U.S. I can only imagine if he saw slick new Cadillac Escalade, I thought to myself. Richard said the Ford SUV probably cost 16 million Ugandan shillings (about $6,500). That’s about 15 times what he probably makes in a year. I told him Americans often spend $20,000 on a car – sometimes brand new and sometimes used. He asked how many shillings that is. I said: “52 million.” And then we crashed. Richard’s shock at the figure distracted him long enough for him to not see a man on a motorcycle only an inch from our car. In an instant, the front of Richard’s Toyota slammed into the front of the motorcycle and our view was momentarily obscured by a thick cloud of white. When the air cleared, I realized there were two chickens tied to the front of the motorcycle. The motorcycle driver, gratefully uninjured, was off his bike but standing with his head in his hands as he assessed the damage. I quickly got out of the car but Richard stayed inside. It took me only a minute to realize that we had crashed into a poor village resident from Mukono traveling to sell his chickens. Those chickens were his paycheck for the month. He had raised them, and now he was on his way to a store to get rid of them. We had killed his chickens by talking about the cost an American will pay for a car. I apologized to the motorcycle driver and explained that Richard was simply distracted, not reckless. I asked how much he would have made from selling the chickens. He said 12,000 shillings each (about $4.50). I gave him 30,000 shillings and asked again for his forgiveness. He gave it, tipped his motorcycle on its side to let the last bit of tank in his gas flow into the carburetor and left. I noticed part of Richard’s front bumper detached from the body of the car, but I was able to nudge it back in place. Richard watched all of this from inside the car. After we crashed and I had determined nobody (well, except the chickens) had been injured, I told him he did not need to get out. After all, the odds of Ugandan police coming to an accident scene were slim to none. Unless there are injuries, they don’t bother. I didn’t want Richard to bother either, because he can barely walk. The first time I hired Richard to drive me to an interview, I noticed that he was barefoot and his legs were exceptionally skinny. He never moved his left leg. He used his right leg to press on the gas and brake pedals. Each time he had to brake, he used his right arm to pick up his right leg and moved it to the pedal. When he needed to use the gas, he picked up his right leg again and moved it to that pedal. He did this over and over again as we drove through one city-wide traffic jam. Once Richard noticed I watched him move his right leg back and forth between the pedals, he smiled and said, “S’OK, madam.” Neither of us needed to verbally acknowledge he has polio. We moved on from our crash with the chickens, headed toward Katosi. There was silence in the car for a short time. I think he was hesitant to ask about how we Americans live, worried that an answer would shock him into the other phantom lane of oncoming traffic. I call it “phantom” because no stripes are painted on the crumbling, pot-hole riddled roads. On the deeply rutted dirt road to Katosi, a fishing village on the shores of Lake Victoria, Richard and I had begun talking as much as we could through our challenged communication about politics in the U.S. He mentioned President Obama. I asked him if he was popular in Uganda. “Yes,” Richard said. Knowing the president’s popularity because of his African roots, I brought Obama swag with me to give to people who talked about him. I pulled a button from my backpack and gave it to Richard. He pulled to the side of the road momentarily, unfastened his seat belt and pinned it on his shirt. We continued our drive to Katosi. Halfway there, two policemen on the side of the road flagged Richard down. They asked him to pull over and turn off the car. The officer asked Richard why he wasn’t wearing his seat belt. Richard lied, and told him that his chest and stomach hurt because he was sick. The officer admonished him for driving while sick. He ordered him out of the car. Richard struggled. The two exchanged heated words. The policeman returned to the car and kindly asked me to get out too. I did. He made Richard and I sit in the dirt on opposite sides of the road – in the rain. Occasionally, the two would chat. This time, I thought to myself, I can’t fix the situation with money, even if I suspected that is why we were being detained. After 45 minutes, the officer let us go. The next morning when Richard picked me up, I asked him if he paid the officer a bribe. He said no. I took his word, and we quietly sat in a traffic jam. Richard said what he always says, “It’s a jam.” I give my usual reply, “A bad jam.” Then we find a way to break the silence by talking about his two daughters – 13 and 8 years old – until the language barrier becomes too difficult and we simply nod to say what’s necessary. Today, Richard was scheduled to pick me up at 8 a.m. Typically, he arrives 30 minutes early and waits for me. At the scheduled time, he calls to tell me he is waiting. Today he wasn’t at my hotel on time. I called him but he didn’t answer. I walked around the block of my hotel to make sure he wasn’t parked and waiting but had forgotten to call me. As I walked, I had to fend off the aggressive “special hire” drivers who would take me immediately. I opted to wait for Richard, even if I was going to be late to my interview. When he arrived, he nervously apologized and said, “A jam, madam.” Then he promised me he could get me to my appointment in 15 minutes – a drive that would, with good traffic, take 40 minutes. (We made it in 20 minutes!) Richard waited for me while I was in my appointment. As usual, village children flock to his car and ask him what the “mzungu” (white-skinned person) is doing and why I am with him. When I return to the car, I smile and wave at the kids, and Richard laughs like he does every time I smile and wave to someone. “Why do you do that?” he asks. “Because we’re all the same people and we all want someone to be kind to us,” I reply. As we started our return to downtown Kampala, the front bumper of Richard’s car began dragging on the ground. We looked at each other in silence but knew our crash with the chickens was coming home to roost. At first he tried to ignore it. But with every bump in the road, the noise grew louder as it came dangerously close to falling off entirely. We found a couple of men doing maintenance on a boda boda and asked them to wire the bumper back onto the car. We arrived at my hotel and Richard said: “I shall pick you up in the morning for another jam, madam?” I said, “Yes, I’ll see you at 8.” I closed the car door and the bumper fell off. “Richard,” I said, “maybe one day I will get enough money and come back to Uganda to buy you a Ford.” He laughed and said, “S’OK, madam.”]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Former Uganda VP castigates government for corruption</title>
        <description>Kampala, Uganda – Uganda’s Parliament wasn’t in session today, but that didn’t stop political theater from being staged at the country’s state house. On Friday, the governing body decided it would suspend work for a couple of weeks because too...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[CORRECTION: A previous version of this blog post erroneously stated Prof. Gilbert Bukenya was convicted of fraud. The charged were dropped when the court deemed he “had not case to answer.” Kampala, Uganda – Uganda’s Parliament wasn’t in session today, but that didn’t stop political theater from being staged at the country’s state house. On Friday, the governing body decided it would suspend work for a couple of weeks because too many Parliamentary leaders were traveling to conferences. So my chance to see them in action was missed. But as I was interviewing a public affairs officer – off the record, oddly, because few public affairs officers around here like to go on the record – I was alerted to a hastily scheduled press conference by former Vice President Gilbert Bukenya. Bukeynya was “fired” in 2011 by President Yoweri Museveni, in an act of defiance that caused yet another uproar in this country constantly beset by fighting. After that, he was elected to Parliament, in which he currently serves. In May, Bukenya formally announced candidacy for president in the 2016 election – one that Ugandans are looking forward to because they are beginning to tire of Museveni. Since then, he has occasionally called press conferences to sort of pull out the bellow and fan the fire. He did that today in his office in Parliament where about 18 local media outlets packed into the small space and listened to him forcefully declare that he was going to start a “nationwide campaign” to educate people about government corruption. “There are now already signs that Uganda can’t have fair and free elections in 2016,” Bukenya said. More than once in the last few months the former VP has claimed the election is already rigged in favor of Museveni and his party, the National Resistance Movement. He has been in office since 1986, and there has not been any challenger powerful enough to beat him. There has been a longstanding cry not just from political leaders but from Ugandan voters that the elections are rigged in Museveni’s favor every year. Bukenya, with all the diplomacy in the world, went on in his press conference about the need for what he called “an interim system outside the government to run elections” and for “constitutional review.” He went on to say that the NRM has wrangled headmasters of secondary schools in Buganda and sent them to a university to teach them “patriotism” lessons. Essentially, he said the lessons are a government mandates that the teachers pledge their loyalties to NRM. “They are telling them, ‘either you are the movement or you or not,’” he said. “I support patriotism but what worries teachers are these words.” They say it in an intimidating way, he claimed. These claims of corruption were coming from charged by the Anti-Corruption Court in 2011 for abuse of office for his role in a deal worth 9.4 billion shillings to supply 204 executive vehicles in 2007 during the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting. He was accused of brokering the deal to favor Motorcare. The charges were later dropped. After much boasting about fairness and ridding the election process, Bukenya took a dig at the government because it is not paying him his entitlements for being vice president. He said despite writing letters to the correct minister, he has not received answers about why. The Minister of the Presidency presented evidence that Bukenya is receiving his entitlements – just maybe not the car. After the press conference, Bukenya told me how much he loves Colorado and how often he visits. He said all the right things for a politician to say. The Parliamentary reporter for the Daily Monitor, where I am working during my time in Uganda, and I rushed to the press room to write the story. In the few short minutes it took us to go two floors down in the building, current government ministers were text-messaging and calling members of the press to vociferously oppose everything Bukenya said. I was surprised at the length of some of the text messages these government leaders sent. Once they obtained my number for my Ugandan cellphone, they began furiously texting me also. For some, it was their preferred means of communication. That’s odd, given that technology in this country is a contradiction. Nearly everyone here has multiple cellphones – even the poorest in rural villages – but the speed of the Internet is akin to dial-up connections in 1995. In fact, as we interviewed leaders on any number of cellphones, the Internet was not working so we couldn’t do background research or fact-check the government’s website. To boot, I was surprised at how easy it is to reach the ministers of various government agencies. In the U.S., you almost always go through the drill of convincing a spokesperson or public affairs officer that time is of the essence in filing a story on deadline. Depending on your working relationship, return calls aren’t so timely. But here in Uganda, ministers are angling to talk to the press. And today, they were yelling loudly that “Bukenya’s said this before and he will say it again.” During my interviews for co-writing the story from Bukenya’s press conference some of it didn’t ring true. But Bukenya’s presence in his office today was dramatic enough that he seems like he’s a man for the people, and that he’s the man to rid the Uganda government of corruption. “It can be corrected,” he vowed. I’ll be anxiously awaiting Uganda’s 2016 elections.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>The source of the Nile River: A source of contention and bad history</title>
        <description>The source of the White Nile is in Jinja, about a 90-minute drive from Kampala. It is the world’s longest river: It travels 4,135 miles. (A small debate persists that the Amazon River, in South America, is the longest. But,...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Jinja, Uganda – It can be exciting to visit a world-famous landmark. Tourists flock to them, they are economic generators and they get much media attention. They often start out as somewhat obscure markers but the fame drives them to become garish, overrun, corporate-sponsored sites. Such is the case with the White Nile River (also often called Victoria Nile) in East Africa. Add to that the amount of controversies tied to this river and the site of its source. The source of the White Nile is in Jinja, about a 90-minute drive from Kampala. It is the world’s longest river: It travels 4,135 miles. (A small debate persists that the Amazon River, in South America, is the longest. But, the Nile seems to win any debate just based on how measurements are completed.) Power hungry Hundreds of millions of people depend on the Nile as its water source. More and more, it is relied upon for power. It suffered after a dam was built on it, effectively wiping out Ripon Falls. The falls, said to be a spectacular site, dropped dramatically out of Lake Victoria as the water headed its long journey to the Mediterranean Sea. They were blasted to pieces to build Owen Falls Dam to provide hydro-electric power. The newest dam – Bujagali – is changing the character of the Nile. Rapids that once drew people to Bujagali Falls have been severely curtailed. As the $862-million, 250-megawatt dam was being built a couple of years ago, two sides went to war: Environmentalists decried the negative effects on biodiversity, tourism and lower water levels on Lake Victoria. Investors and builders wanted to make money. The lesser voice during the dam’s construction was Ugandan residents, the majority of whom do not have electricity. If it were in the U.S., Bujagali Dam would have the capacity to provide enough power to 190,000 homes. That’s a pittance in the U.S., but we have a dramatically higher power consumption rate than Uganda does. Whitewater rafting Before Bujagali, rapids raged at the site of the falls, drawing tourists and thrill-seekers from far and wide. Some semblance of rapids remain (whitewater rafting is still a big industry in Jinja), which helps tourist operators stay in business. Any rafting company you seek out promises a ride of a lifetime, guaranteeing that the raft will flip and you’ll swim in this famed river. But business owners say that anyone with an insatiable appetite who comes to the Nile to look for more power opportunities could destroy an industry that has helped keep Jinja going after a brutal dictator hurt this town in the 1970s. Idi Amin’s legacy Uganda’s brutal dictator has string of human rights abuses throughout the country. In Jinja, anyone who knows world history remembers that Amin frequently dumped bodies into the Nile River, where crocodiles ate them. So many bodies ended up there, in fact, that they ended up blocking the intake ducts at the Owen Falls dam here in Jinja. John Speke’s “discovery” At one point at the source of this river there was a historical marker attributing the discovery of the Nile to a white man, John Speke. The small marker stayed there for a couple of decades before sensitivity took hold and it was removed. Speke was an officer in the British Indian Army and an explorer, particularly in Africa. In the late 1850s he claimed to have discovered the source of the Nile. Africans contend that their ancestors knew where the river’s source was, and it was long before Speke ever started his explorations in Africa. In place of the marker is now a large yellow sign – with the site’s sponsor’s advertisement, Bell Beer – that mentions Speke’s visit. Instead of saying he discovered the source of the Nile, it says that Rippon Falls, which Speke “saw in 1862” and later named, were submerged when the Owen Falls Dam was built. Trapping tourists Instead of relying on the actually beauty that surrounds the Nile River at this site in Jinja, operators have turned it into a trap that you don’t want to participate in but you’re willing to turn a blind eye to see a world attraction. Huts with overpriced crafts and overzealous salespeople line the stairs to the river. I think someone may be stationed in the trees, because when tourists reach the bottom of the stairs, African music starts and pre-teen girls jump up from the dirt and begin dancing. A roughly constructed wooden sign explains that the girls are “African orphans” and you can take a picture of them dancing for 5,000 Ugandan shillings (about $2 U.S.) or videotape them for 10,000 shillings. It looks and feels exploitative. Given the rampant poverty, devastating affect HIV/AIDS, hunger and a host of other diseases have had on this population, it’s quite possible these girls really are orphans. But dancing for tourists in a place that has been besmirched by so many while also being abundantly beautiful doesn’t feel right. Controversies aside, it’s worth visiting the source of the Nile River. Just go in with eyes wide open.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>A show of sharing in Katosi</title>
        <description>To go with their jerseys were a half-dozen new soccer balls, which I deflated and stuffed inside the duffle bag when I left for my journey to East Africa. The jerseys are a donation from the Durango Youth Soccer Association....</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Katosi, Uganda – Today in a small village in the Mukono District of Uganda, a couple of dozen children made a connection with Durango. At a school site in the mountain overlooking Lake Victoria, the village’s main economic engine, the kids stood patiently in a huddle to wait for me to hand to them soccer jerseys that I lugged in a 70-pound duffle bag all the way from Colorado. Their long faces and tattered clothes – some were even in their worn purple school uniforms on their day off – transformed into joy as each was given a red jersey, and sometimes a stray pair of shorts, with white letters saying “Durango” across the front. To go with their jerseys were a half-dozen new soccer balls, which I deflated and stuffed inside the duffle bag when I left for my journey to East Africa. The jerseys are a donation from the Durango Youth Soccer Association. (Full disclosure: The soccer balls are a donation from two of my sisters who live in Salt Lake City, one of whom last year co-founded a soccer foundation for at-risk minority children and young adults.) Most of these children go to St. John Bosco School, which has also has a Durango connection. Each year, Durango resident Kathy Darnell hosts the Mother’s Day Telegraph Trail Run in Horse Gulch. The money raised from the event goes toward her foundation, Step Up Uganda. Two years ago, the foundation used some of that money to build St. John Bosco, a wooden school that provides an education for seven grades. At least half, if not more, of the children who attend the school are orphans. Their parents died of HIV/AIDS, and through the help of community donors, these children have been taken in and assured they will get an education. Many other students are those whose parents have received little education. Katosi is a “landing site” on Lake Victoria, one of the African Great Lakes. The primary means of income for village residents is fishing. Typically, children follow in their parents’ footsteps and abandon school at early ages to become fishermen to make a living. St. John Bosco kids are learning to value education enough to go on to secondary school, college and university. The goal is to help them learn diverse ways of making income. In the coming weeks, I’ll write more about St. John Bosco, how it came to be and what its administrators have in store for the future.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Organic farming is small business in Uganda right now, but it has its sights set on joining the global movement</title>
        <description>Judith Nabatanzi, manager of an organic-only store in Kabagala, says in the last three years more Ugandans are buying their products. Before, the business came almost exclusively from ex-pats.AMY MAESTAS/Durango Herald On one hand, this isn’t surprising given that about...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Judith Nabatanzi, manager of an organic-only store in Kabagala, says in the last three years more Ugandans are buying their products. Before, the business came almost exclusively from ex-pats.AMY MAESTAS/Durango Herald Kabagala, Uganda – Kampala’s population is about 1.3 million. The number of organic-only stores in Kampala is 1. On one hand, this isn’t surprising given that about 39 percent of Kampala’s population lives in absolute poverty and more than 40 percent are unemployed. In the U.S., organic items are typically more expensive than non-organic, for a variety of reasons – supply and demand being among them. So, it stands to reason that poor or lower-class residents in Kampala could not afford to buy even regular products, let alone organic. On the other hand, prices of organic products here are sometimes on par with non-organic products – and even most products already may be organically grown but not officially certified. Uganda is a country where there is an exceptionally low rate of using synthetic fertilizers or pesticides. Part is because farmers can’t afford pesticides. Part also is because non-governmental organizations are seeing the potential in this country for natural farming and exports. According to the National Organic Agricultural Movement of Uganda, synthetic fertilizers are used at the rate of only 1 kilogram per hectare on Ugandan farms. The average for Sub-Saharan Africa is 9 kg per hectare. Consequently, the country has the highest number of certified organic farmers in Africa – 187,000. There are, of course, many more organic farms that will likely never be certified. Right now, Uganda is trying to focus on exporting its organic goods, seeing the opportunity that is there since global demand for organic products grew 170 percent from 2002-2011. It has more than 50 products it could send out of the country, but only eight kinds have been regularly exported to the United States. Challenges of exporting organic goods from Uganda are: lack of infrastructure, being landlocked, costly transportation and lack of information to farmers. The one organic-only shop in the Kampala area (there is a handful of major supermarkets in the area that sell some organic goods), has seen a steady increase in consumers. In the last three years, more Ugandans are buying from the store. Before that, the customers were mostly ex-pats, said store manager Judith Nabatanzi. The store carries a range of Ugandan-made products, such as honey, shea butter creams, vanilla beans, cardamom, hibiscus tea, green tea, peanut butter – and even a tea that is said to help recover from malaria, one of Uganda’s biggest health threats. Three times a week, organic farmers bring their fresh goods to the store, which are then delivered to customers who placed their orders on the Internet. It’s a kind of co-op that we see in the U.S. NOGAMU is an umbrella organization for 18 groups that work to promote organic farming and exports in Uganda. Leaders there say there goal is to storm the global marketplace within the next three years.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>A few scenes from Kampala</title>
        <description>Kampala and surrounding areas are a lot to take in. Traffic is constantly jammed, shops are packed with goods – a sign that the economy is growing – and its people wonder what a non-Ugandan from America is doing in...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Kampala and surrounding areas are a lot to take in. Traffic is constantly jammed, shops are packed with goods – a sign that the economy is growing – and its people wonder what a non-Ugandan from America is doing in their remote village taking pictures.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Uganda teenage mothers find empowerment in making cakes</title>
        <description>It’s here at the Pelletier Teenager Mother’s Foundation that their future holds a glimmer of hope. The charity works to empower girls in a country where they often are marginalized and abused. Of special target are teenage mothers, because Uganda’s...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Nansana, UGANDA – A 40-minute dusty, rough and harrowing ride away from Kampala, through the slums, is a tiny hovel where the stories of the teenagers inside are equally harrowing. Six teenager mothers are learning to bake and decorate cakes – a skill they hope will help them be employable. They are eager to learn, because already their lives have been shaped by betrayal, despair and poverty. It’s here at the Pelletier Teenager Mother’s Foundation that their future holds a glimmer of hope. The charity works to empower girls in a country where they often are marginalized and abused. Of special target are teenage mothers, because Uganda’s teen pregnancy rate is high, and it is increasing. Estimates say 1 in 4 girls become pregnant in their teens. It’s a mix of unintended consequences, sexual assault and desperation for promises that are never kept. Saidat is 16. Her toddler, Rajbu, is 8 months old. She came to the center two months ago because she fears for his future. She knows the likelihood of him receiving an education is miniscule, so she told herself that she was his means of success. If she didn’t do something for herself first, she could never do anything for him later, she said. Saidat’s parents fought often. One night in a fit of rage, Saidat’s father took an ax to her mother’s head. He embedded it deep enough to damage her brain but not enough to kill her. Instantly, her mother went “mad.” Her father soon left Saidat, her mother and her two sisters. She was only 15, but she suddenly became the sole provider for her young family. She walked to the market one day, and an older man befriended her. He promised to take care of her and her family. She believed him. He didn’t live with Saidat and her family, but he visited a few times. One day he told her to go to his house to get money, which she could have. She did. When she arrived, he locked the door behind her and raped her. Rajbu is the child from that rape. The man, of course, was never heard from or seen after that. Enraged, Saidat said she went to the local police and told them what happened. The police said that only if she could find the man and bring him to them would they try to take action against them. Saidat knew that was impossible. In a couple of months, she hopes someone has enough money to pay for her to be tested for HIV. Instead of spending her energy on him, she emboldened herself to change the course of her and her family’s life. She contacted the Pelletier center two months ago to enroll in the skills courses they teach – cake-making, bead-making, hairdressing and tailoring. Each day, she walks three miles with Rajbu to the center to learn. While she is being educated, she works for people by washing their clothes. She makes $2,000 shillings a month, which is about 78 cents. All of that money goes toward caring for her mother, son and sisters. Soon, she hopes it will be more money. Saidat told me her story so softly that she was barely audible. She never looked at me – choosing instead to look at the floor with profound sadness and fear always present in her eyes. Before she walked away to tend to her crying son, she wanted to say one more thing. In a loud, determined voice, she said spoke in Luganda without hesitation: “I want to tell the government that people who rape girls should be given hard punishment.” In the next couple of weeks, I’ll write a story about Pelletier Teenage Mothers Foundation and tell more stories about the girls who learn there. They are empowering tales.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Armed guards have replaced students</title>
        <description>The administration building at Makerere University in Kampala, Uganda, is seeing few staff and students right now. The entire university staff is on strike, demanding a pay raise. The strike is starting to pit students against teachers.AMY MAESTAS/Durango Herald The...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[The administration building at Makerere University in Kampala, Uganda, is seeing few staff and students right now. The entire university staff is on strike, demanding a pay raise. The strike is starting to pit students against teachers.AMY MAESTAS/Durango Herald Kampala, UGANDA – Today was a quiet day on the campus of Makerere University, Uganda’s largest and most prestigious higher education institution. Typically this time of year, the estimated 33,000 students are head-deep in their studies at the beginning of the fall semester and the armed guards at the entrance gates are only a fraction of what they are lately. The government has placed the guards there in case a riot breaks out – by university staff. The entire staff of the university is striking – and it has been for going on three weeks now. The staff is demanding a 100 percent salary raise for each of them. If they don’t get it, they “may have to take goats,” joked professor Aaron Mushengyezi, head of the Department of Journalism and Communication. The comment would be funnier if it didn’t have the sting from the minister of the presidency – a government position. Ugandan media quoted minister Frank Tumwebaze as saying “if the striking lecturers don’t want to go back to lecture rooms, let them go and rear goats.” Mushengyezi laughed Monday as he and other colleagues he chatted with held hope that an agreement would be reached within the next 48 hours. Mushengyezi and his colleague Florence Namasinga talked about how university staff hasn’t had a raise since 1999. So when government officials accuse them of greed and arm-twisting, it raises their ire. According to the university staff association’s chairman, the highest-paid level – a professor – makes about $1,150 a month. Teachers with doctorate degrees make about $850 a month. Namasinga says this isn’t the first time staff has gone on strike in the 14 years since the last raise. But the personal financial situation for each person is dire. Teacher retention is being threatened, which makes the fourth-ranked university in Africa at risk of losing its status. Already, the Journalism and Communication Department has lost its entire staff in the last three years. Higher-paying jobs in private and public sectors are too good to pass up, even if they have to abandon their chosen career. Worse, students are now lashing out at striking teachers, saying their demands are unrealistic and if they hold out for the 100 percent increase, tuition and other student fees will rise beyond most students’ means.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Plastic bags: Rwanda an example for Durango</title>
        <description>Indeed, that is correct. At the airport, a large sign says “the use of non-biodegradable polythene bags is prohibited.” Word is that airport officials will actually confiscate your plastic bags if you even try sneak them in. Given the dozens...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Kigali, RWANDA – When your plane lands at the airport in Kigali, Rwanda, feet swollen, jet lag settling in and dry eyes, it takes you a minute to make sure you heard the flight attendant correctly: “Before you deplane, remove any belongings you have in plastic bags and leave them behind. It is illegal to bring plastic bags into Rwanda.” Indeed, that is correct. At the airport, a large sign says “the use of non-biodegradable polythene bags is prohibited.” Word is that airport officials will actually confiscate your plastic bags if you even try sneak them in. Given the dozens of machine-gun-armed guards everywhere in the airport, I didn’t feel like testing the country’s commitment to the rule. The ban covers the entire country – all 10,000 square miles of it. It was the first country in the world to do so. In 1994, Rwanda suffered what some say is the most organized genocidal mass slaughter in 20th century, during which (according to Human Rights Watch) more than 500,000 people were killed in a period of about 100 days. Just more than a decade later, Rwanda, suffering from the billions of plastic bags that were choking waterways and harming ecosystems, stepped up and said “no more.” It was a radical campaign that few other countries had tried. Not even neighboring African countries that are suffering the same problems have followed suit. Learning about Rwanda’s actions quickly reminded me about Durango’s ongoing plastic bag battle. In Durango, the idea isn’t to ban plastic bags. Instead, the city council recently voted to charge consumers 10 cents per plastic bag that they use at four grocery stores. The action has incited strong emotion, a lot of letters to the editor and a push back by a group that garnered enough signatures to force the issue to be on the November ballot. The reasons for the opposition are myriad. But I wonder if, like in Rwanda, plastic bags were piled dozens high and feet thick in the river, choking to death many species of fish, causing flooding on farms and backing up sewer systems so that when you flushed your toilet everything came right back at you, a fee (or outright ban) would drive home the points that its supporters have been making. At the Kigali airport, I asked a Rwandan how the ban was working. By now, he said, most have accepted it, even if it has created an underground network of smugglers. At times, business owners might grumble about it because plastic bags are cheaper than paper bags, but in the end, most Rwandans, he said, embrace it because of the economic implications on development in the country. I explained to him Durango’s current plastic bag war, albeit feeling silly that we’re fighting over a seemingly small issue (when compared to, say, an ethnic war). He chuckled and said: “If it is going to be successful, it is going to be challenging.”]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Durangoans are travelers – and often to do charity work</title>
        <description>I have a penchant for maps. What probably could have been an hour-long visit was two hours, because I was more interested in the nurse telling me what stories she knew about these pins. More than once as she patiently...</description>
        <pubDate>Fri, 23 Aug 2013 07:56:36 -0600</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[When I went to San Juan Basin Health Department to start my series of vaccinations to travel to Uganda, I was intrigued by the world map on the wall in the vaccination room. It helped take the sting (literally) out of the list of shots I had to get to go to Africa. On the map are pins of where vaccination patients were going – there were a lot, and they were in fascinating places. I have a penchant for maps. What probably could have been an hour-long visit was two hours, because I was more interested in the nurse telling me what stories she knew about these pins. More than once as she patiently tried to work her way through the laundry list of health risks in sub-Saharan Africa, I interrupted her to ask why someone was going to, say, Benin, Africa. Or to Uzbekistan? Turkmenistan too? Opposite the wall with the world map is a board with postcards from around the world. Patients take time out of whatever they are doing in far-flung places to send a kind hello to travel nurses at San Juan Basin. Many of the unusual places are destinations for military personnel. Others are the go-to place for mission work. The locations of those pins make sense. But places like one of the “-stan” countries are off the beaten path. The vaccination nurse told me that Durangoans will go to places like this to explore for oil or gas. Which made me wonder: What compels a person to explore for natural resources in a far-away country? More so, what successes is he or she having? And who is going to Gabon and why? There was a cluster of pins in East Africa on the map. Durangoans seem to be spending a lot of time in Kenya and surrounding countries – Tanzania and Uganda. One Durangoan who travels to Uganda with some frequency is Kathy Darnell, a co-founder of a non-governmental organization called Step Up Uganda. Darnell has been working with Ugandans for about 10 years, to improve the lives of women, young girls, AIDS widows, teachers and more. She is passionate about the land and its people. Each Mother’s Day, Darnell’s organization sponsors a Mother’s Day Telegraph 5K/10K run, which raises money for Step Up Uganda. Darnell and her organization use the money raised from that event to help build a school in Katosi, a small village outside Uganda’s capital, Kampala. St. John Bosco Orphans’ School has about 230 students, many of whom have family members afflicted by HIV/AIDS. Next week I’ll visit St. John Bosco, showing readers the school that Durango built and how they’ve affected lives of orphans across the world. Meanwhile, after seeing the pins on a map and attending postcards at San Juan Basin Health, I’m spinning wheels in my head to find a way for Durangoans to share their travel experiences with Herald readers. Cliché as it is, “if these walls could talk,” we could tell some really great stories.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Destination: Kampala</title>
        <description>For a few weeks, I’ll be roaming through parts of this East African country that has a storied past but an uncertain future. Known as the “Pearl of Africa,” Ugandans are living in a era that is trying hard to...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Welcome to “Jambo Uganda,” a blog I hope you’ll come back to read over the next month or so as I travel to Uganda to report on and write a variety of stories. For a few weeks, I’ll be roaming through parts of this East African country that has a storied past but an uncertain future. Known as the “Pearl of Africa,” Ugandans are living in a era that is trying hard to hold on to that moniker while it is getting a bit beat up in the international press for its increasingly conservative legislation and because its government is rife with corruption and is constantly stifling dissent. For some, the actions evoke aspects of the Idi Amin era. Amin was Uganda’s president from 1971 to 1979. In those eight years in office – one in which he came to through the barrel of the gun – his legacy is one of massive human-rights abuses, political repression and corruption – to name just a few. (To get a Hollywood-lensed glimpse of Amin’s rule, watch the acclaimed movie “The Last King of Scotland.”) Today, the country is led by Yoweri Museveni, who has been in office since 1986. For many, he has overstayed his welcome, despite his success at ushering in democratic rule and fostering strong economic growth. What promises he brought with him in the mid-1980s are now dwindling to the shadows as his autocracy takes center stage. For comparison, Africans say, look to the past to Amin, or look to the present to Zimbabwe’s President Robert Mugabe. One example of Museveni’s strong arming is intimidation of the country’s media. A couple of months ago, Uganda police raided the office of The Daily Monitor, one of the country’s central newspapers, ransacked files and closed the paper for 11 days. Protests by journalists and residents followed – and so did the tear gas. The newspaper had published a story based on a letter it said was written by the head of Uganda’s intelligence service, General David Sejusa. The letter, which was leaked to the press, laid out a plot to allegedly assassinate those in the government who don’t support Museveni’s plan to hand the reins to his son when he steps down from office. The Daily Monitor is where I will spend several days while working with its journalists there. We’ll work side by side to learn about the media landscape in our respective countries. There, I will reunite with Dorothy Nakaweesi, one of the Monitor’s journalists who spent three weeks in April and May working in The Durango Herald’s newsroom. Nakaweesi came to Durango as part of a program for African journalists (click on the links to the left to read stories she wrote while working here) put together by the International Center for Journalists. ICFJ, based in Washington, D.C., is a nonprofit whose mission is to promote free, independent media around the world. It does that a variety of ways, one of which is to bring foreign journalists to the U.S. to work with their American counterparts. Mentoring is a key part of the programs. (The U.S. Department of State’s Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs is funding my trip.) To bring Nakaweesi’s education full circle, I’ll be able to work with her at her newspaper, to learn about her challenges in an environment hostile to a free press and to provide guidance on embracing social media strategies, digital tools and diversity. I hope you’ll stick with me these next few weeks as I share my observations of a country trying to find its voice. I expect stories will go beyond corruption, rigged elections, mysterious killings or the Lord’s Resistance Army (remember the popular “Kony 2012” movement last year?). You and I, readers, likely will all be surprised at the strength of its people, why it is the “Pearl of Africa” – and the connections that exist between Kampala and Durango. On the NetInternational Center for Journalists: www.icfj.org U.S. Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs: www.exchanges.state.gov The Daily Monitor: www.monitor.co.ug]]></content:encoded>
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