The Description of Service

One of our main responsibilities by the time we leave is to put together a Description of Service (DOS), an overview of everything we have done in the last two years fit onto about one page. This is also the only documentation that you get from Peace Corps that proves that you were a volunteer, and it's your only official record of your work. For the rest of your life. So it's kind of a big thing.

I've been hard at work on my DOS but writing about what I've done is difficult for two reasons: First, I'm tempted to use jargon and buzz-words, so I'll write something like, "Sensitized youths and vulnerable children on children's rights issues," when I really just yelled at a few straggling kids to get to school. Second, after I completed my first draft it really didn't look like I did a whole lot. Maybe it's perspective.

Also, most of what happens here is impossible to sum up in one sentence and falls outside of typical "work." For example, I can say that I trained 25 farmers in food security, or that I organized a workshop to train 25 farmers on improved agriculture (without specifics those statement could mean anything), but I can't say that I yelled at some kids to go to class. One of those happens once or twice, the other happens nearly every day. Which has more impact?

Here are some excerpts from one draft of my DOS:

- Read 54 novels of varying length, both fiction and non-fiction.
- Studied for 3 months for the GRE, learning over 100 new vocabulary words.
- Improved haggling skills, obtaining a price reduction of an average of 50% for all transactions.
- Suffered through less than 8 bouts of gastro-intestinal issues obtained from poorly prepared food and contaminated drinking water, among others.
- Managed to not get malaria.
- Maintained a relatively healthy diet and mastered cooking 3-pot meals on 1 burner.

The other draft looks more like this:

Project Development and Organizational Support

• Advised 4 organizations on program design and management for small enterprise projects.
• Developed a comprehensive coffee cooperative plan which included over 1,000 farmers in 35 farmer groups and increased farmer incomes by 200%, and established a village microfinance scheme.
• Networked with 3 international organizations resulting in strong partnerships and access to over $150,000 of capital in the form of loans and grants.
• Increased farmer profits of pineapple by 500% by introducing a value-addition scheme.

Educational Support and Training Facilitation

• Developed a comprehensive curriculum for teaching business and entrepreneurship at a rural vocational school and taught 24 students in business and entrepreneurship through formal classroom teaching, assignments, and field work.
• Mentored staff, teachers, and community members in bookkeeping and recordkeeping skills.
• Conducted 3 trainings on building fuel-efficient stoves with community partners.
• Trained 25 villagers in improved organic agriculture techniques, including composting and crop rotation, resulting in a 250% increase of bean yields over traditional methods.

Community Health

• Led 3 trainings on constructing and using improved fuel-efficient cook stoves.
• Linked 12 communities with the local NGO HeWaSa (Health through Water and Sanitation) and lobbied local government to upgrade, fix, and improve water sources in 12 villages.
• Trained 25 farmers and 65 youths in 3 communities in nutrition and food security.

Specialized Training

• Life Skills training – Peace Corps Uganda (one week).
• Program Design, Management, and Monitoring and Evaluation training – Peace Corps Uganda (4 days).
• Sales and Marketing Workshop – USAID Uganda, Sustainable Tourism in the Albertine Rift (2 days).

Leadership in Peace Corps Uganda

• Chairman of the Volunteer Advisory Committee (18 months).
• Led pre-service training activities with new volunteers.
• Obtained a Peace Corps grant worth $5800 to facilitate a three-day farmer’s workshop.
• Participated in redeveloping the Economic Development program, including identifying and establishing new goals, objectives, and indicators for the program.
• Helped organize Peace Corps Uganda’s 50^th Anniversary Service Day celebration and managed 120 people engaged in 7 activities during the event.

Close of Service

Our Close of Service (COS) conference just wrapping up. A two-day affair at a rather swanky (in Ugandan terms) hotel on Lake Victoria, we covered the logistics of leaving as well as important stuff like resumes, interviews, and what to do for the rest of your life. It was also a good time of reflection of our past two years of service. My training class began with 41 people, and 31 have made it to the conference - pretty good. Also, I know my last date as a Peace Corps volunteer: SEPTEMBER 22.

To be honest, now that I have the date the shock of leaving has begun to set in. It took a year from when I submitted my application to when I left for training. There was so much hype before going, and preparations and trainings once I got here. Twenty-four months felt like it would never end. With the days slowly ticking by, the months flying by, before I know it, it is already June (Christmas feels like last week). And now it's over.

What does a post-Peace Corps life mean? I'm scared to go home and find out. I'm afraid that once I go home I'll never go abroad again. I'm worried that I'll get stuck in some menial job again to pay my bills and before I know it I'll be fat and old. I have nothing to do from when I get home until I leave for grad school (applications are pending!) - about 10 months. If anyone wants to hire me, please give me a call! I'm a great babysitter, and I know how to keep chickens.

Friendships and Relationships- I have met some of the best people in Uganda. As volunteers we are taken out of our comfortable known world and flug halfway across the globe and put with a group of complete strangers. It is these strangers, 150 in Uganda, with which you make your friends and support structure. Volunteers come from all walks of life with diverse histories, interests, and goals. Since I am forced to hang out with these other volunteer we develop friendships and bonds that, if we had remained in America, probably would never have happened.

These people are amazing. It opened my eyes to everyone out there. They have been remarkable, challenging me to improve myself and my capabilities. I thank my fellow volunteers for the amazing experience I have had; it would be incomplete without them.

And here's to the next 15 weeks. I have a lot of work to wrap up but still many goals I want to accomplish and friends to make. Mom and Dad, it's been a long time away, but I'll be home before you know it.

The Book List

Needless to say, I have a lot of free time on my hands. When I joined Peace Corps I had a rough goal of reading 100 books over two years - that's about a book a week. I'm in my 19th month here and last week finished book number 50, so I don't think I'll make the 100 mark. Without further blabbering, here is the list with my completely objective rating system (5 is the highest):

1. Swahili for the Broken Hearted, P. Moore 3 p. 341

2. Demian H. Hesse 3 p. 116

3. The Poe Shadow M. Pearle 1 p. 400

4. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius D. Eggers 4 p. 485

5. Jitterbug Perfume T. Robbins 5 p. 342

6. The Big Sleep R. Chandler 4 p. 139

7. The Rum Diary H. S. Thompson 3 p. 204

8. It S. King 3 ½ p. 1066

9. The Devil in the White City E. Larson 3 ½ p. 390

10. Guns, Germs, and Steel J. Diamond 4 p. 440

11. Motorcycle Diaries C. Guevara 2 ½ p. 165

12. Shadow of Kilimanjaro R. Ridgeway 2 p. 263

13. A Brave New World A. Huxley 4 p. 227

14. A Confederacy of Dunces J. K. Toole 4 p. 394

15. The Shock Doctrine N. Klein 3 ½ p. 589

16. State of Fear M. Crichton 3 p. 714

17. The Lost Continent B. Bryson 3 ½ p. 299

18. White Man’s Burden W. Easterly 3 ½ p. 382

19. Duma Key S. King 3 ½ p. 687

20. Life Expectancy D. Koonz 2 ½ p. 531

21. Three Cups of Tea G. Mortensen 3 ½ p. 331

22. The Men Who Stare at Goats J. Ronson 2 ½ p. 273

23. The Sicilian M. Puzo 2 ½ p. 408

24. Dead Aid D. Moyo 3 ½ p. 154

25. Perfume P. Susskind 3 ½ p. 263

26. White Noise D. DeLillo 4 p. 310

27. The Mission Song J. LeCarre 3 p. 390

28. King Leopold’s Ghost A. Hochschild 4 p. 318

29. The Trouble with Africa R. Calderisi 3 ½ p. 256

30. Catcher in the Rye J. D. Salinger 4 p. 214

31. I’m A Stranger Here Myself B. Bryson 3 p. 288

32. A Thousands Hills S. Kinzer 2 ½ p. 338

33. Democracy Kills H. Dempsey 2 ½ p. 356

34. Connected N. Christakis, et al. 3 p. 305

35. Outliers M. Gladwell 2 ½ p. 285

36. Middlesex J. Eugenides 2 ½ p. 523

37. The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind W. Kamkwamba 2 p. 273

38. The Zanzibar Chest A. Hartley 3 ½ p. 446

39. 1984 G. Orwell 4 p. 310

40. The Colorado Kid S. King 1 ½ p. 184

41. Pirate Latitudes M. Crichton 3 p. 387

42. Sex Lives of Cannibals J. M. Troost 3 p. 272

43. Cosmopolis D. DeLillo 2 ½ p. 207

44. Skinny Legs and All T. Robbins 4 p. 422

45. The Holcroft Covenant R. Ludlum 2 p. 492

46. The Lady in the Lake R. Chandler 3 p. 212

47. The End of Mr. Y S. Thomas 4 p. 502

48. Banished Children of Eve P. Quinn 3 ½ p. 598

49. A Good Man in Africa W. Boyd 4 p. 312

50. From Those Wonderful Folks who Brought you Pearl Harbor, J. D. Femina 2 p. 270

A Letter to a Friend

Dear Cabbage,
At first I didn't really like you (I'm more of a romaine or red-leaf kind of guy), but I'm glad we've been able to get to know each other over the past year. It's been fun spending my evenings with you, enjoying the occasional taco-night, or the throwback fried-veggies with Royco and rice.

I look forward to the time we have remaining, though the five months will go quickly. I will never forget you.

Forever yours,
Matt

A Tale of Two Villages

October 15, 2009

It was 8:30 at night when I first arrived at my site. There wasn't an electric light in over 10 miles in any direction, and I was exhausted after my first 8-hour African bus trip. When I got off the bus I was met by a group of teenagers whose faces I could hardly see from the small torch on my cell phone. They picked my suitcases, giggling, and started walking away from the road, presumably toward my house. I was soon met by some other people who eagerly introduced themselves and shook my hand. I was so turned around their names were forgotten as soon as they were spoken. We went through a field and a short distance beyond I was met by some more people hanging around an old concrete house. The teens giggled and talked amongst themselves in a language I couldn't begin to comprehend.

Welcome home. Two candles lit inside greeted me by casting eerie shadows on the poorly pained walls. The ceiling looked as if it had burn marks across it, the depths of the discoloration accentuated in the candlelight. Soon people began to leave, giving me time to settle in. My counterpart brought me a kerosene stove and a pot so I could boil water, gave me some chapati and a liter of coca-cola.

When everyone finally left, I sat on the concrete floor, alone, uncomfortable in my new surroundings. I ate the chapati, drank the coke, and tried to sleep on a half-made bed with an eye open for cockroaches and mice. Unable to get the kerosene stove to boil anything, I lived on 4 chapati and a second liter of coke for the next three days.


March 24, 2011

Peace Corps came at 10am to load my things and move me to my new site. (It's incredible how much crap you accumulate after a year!) By 10:30 we were finished and ready to go, but when it came time to hand over the keys, a fist fight broke out between my counterpart and my neighbor. Soon the students from the vocational school were there, and word spread through the coconut telegraph so fast that before long villagers from the nearby trading center started filtering in to watch and partake in the chaos. My program manager told me to get the keys, which I did, then we left the brawl behind. A village problem now, not in my control and not my worry, but it was pathetic to watch the people I've lived and worked with for the past year and a half become so petty and greedy and unable to work out their festering issues.

Later that afternoon I rolled into Kazingo, my new village at the base of the Rwenzori Mountains. Now a professional at Peace Corps living, my bed was made and stove hooked up in less than an hour. After Peace Corps left I made mashed potatoes with beef jerky (thanks mom), my stand-in for steak. I met some villagers and settled in for my last six months in Uganda.

The Libya Connection

Thank you, Voice of America and BBC World Service, for keeping me abreast on how quickly the world out there is going to hell. I'm all about democracy and freedom, but as seen in Uganda's elections democracy doesn't just happen overnight. Quick change of government can bad (Robespierre comes to mind and he died over 200 years ago).

Now that Libya has descended into civil war, we can more clearly see the power and influence Libya and Qaddafi had on African politics and economics. In the case of Uganda alone, he built the main mosque in Kampala (the road surrounding it aptly named Qaddafi Road). He paid for my king's palace in Fort Portal, as well as the building of the mosque in that city, too. Libya owns a majority share of Uganda Telecom, as well as one of our banks, not to mention supplies a lot of our oil (we even have the oil company OiLibya).

Which brings me to the point of all this: gas prices are going through the roof! Again! A liter of petrol is now 3400 shillings, about $1.44, or $5.60 per gallon. And that's when there is petrol. One station in Fort Portal had gasoline yesterday in a town of six stations and the lines stopped traffic on the main road. The police were called out to keep order. Prices have gone up for goods already, as well as transportation when cars have gas to go anywhere.

It is interesting to see the reverberations of a geopolitical event 1600 kilometers (erm, 1000 miles) away. It will be more interesting to see the effects six months or a year from now. Uganda's 7% inflation rate just might be going up. But then again, I'm a poli-sci nerd.

Sorry Djibouti

My friend Will and I just finished a three-day map project where we painted a giant map on the wall of his site, St. Mary's Seminary in Fort Portal. There were some minor mishaps, notably Uganda was somehow absorbed by Sudan (we later worked that out), Namibia and Botswana were the same country until a UN delegate painted a border, Djibouti was left out completely, the Central African Republic was painted light blue so it looks like a giant inland sea, and a few former Soviet republics became Soviet republics once more.

Other than that it was a great three days that generated a lot of interest in geography. One of the main comments was that Uganda was so small compared to the rest of the world.

AIDS Outreach

Twice a month at a hospital in Ibanda, The AIDS Support Organization (TASO), a government agency, does health check-ups, counseling, and anti-retro viral support for HIV positive people in the area. When people know their HIV status they can get the services they need to treat the virus and can lead normal, healthy and productive lives. A lot of people don't come until they show signs of sickness, and by that time it's a much more difficult thing to manage.

My friend Jill and I went to the TASO outreach last week. There were well over 500 people there, waiting hours to see doctors, and they usually bring kids (especially HIV positive kids for their check-ups, too). Jill usually goes in the mornings for a few hours and brings paper and crayons to play with the kids.

Now, my local language isn't the greatest, and these kids didn't speak English, so communicating was on a humorously low level, limited to pictograms, funny faces, and noises. One girl who was about five took particular interest in me, staying next to me the entire time, helping me draw, and imitating my English (I finally got her say the color indigo).

The next day I was leaving Ibanda to head to Fort Portal for the weekend (a taxi ride of about 3 hours), waiting at the stage for a car to come, my thoughts devolving into creme brule and popcorn. I was jarred awake when this kid came up to me and gave me a hug, a giant smile on her face. I remembered it was the little girl from the previous day.

Unfortunately she didn't remember indigo, but she did make me smile.

Dia del Pollo en Sangria

The national elections in Uganda are on Friday. The president, who took power after a civil war in 1986, has stood twice previously in elections and even changed the constitution so he could run for another term. Positions in every level of government, from MP to governors to village chairmen, are up for election so it's a pretty big event here. Except for some heated rhetoric and isolated violence, it has largely been peaceful.

During the two weeks surrounding the election Peace Corps has us on lockdown, i.e. house arrest. Luckily I got permission to stay with my friend Jill in Ibanda, about 50km south of my site. Jill has electricity, a water tap about 20 feet from the front door, her organization has internet I can use for free, and she's pretty much awesome to top it all off. Like many things that happen here, utter boredom was the cause for organizing and celebrating "Dia del Pollo en Sangria." Our friend Charlene also joined for the festivities:

With a packet of McCormick's Garlic Lime Chicken Fajita mix (thank you Mom!) we decided to make fajitas. What better way to celebrate a Mexican day in Africa? Unfortunately not all of the ingredients were included in the package, so we had to go shopping. (And the suggested prep time of 5 minutes was way off.)













We headed to the market in Ibanda town to get the veggies for the fajitas. Considering we live in a tropical climate, tropical sangria was definitely called for - mangoes, pineapple, oranges, and apples.

Some prices of common foods:
5 tomatoes - 20 cents
A bunch of onions - 45 cents
1 large pineapple - 45 cents
3 Bell peppers - 45 cents


The local liquor store carries just about everything that's available in Uganda. One 5-liter box of dry red wine (South Africa) put us back 65,000 Shillings - $30.

Also notice the sachets in the bottom left. It's a shot of booze for about 5-10 cents and is the preferred alcohol among the village drunks and motorcycle drivers.




Charlene and I are enjoying our tropical sangria....












Also not included in the package of chicken fajita mix was the chicken. I offered to run out to the Safeway to get a pack of Foster Farms but quickly remembered that we were in Uganda. Alas!

Luckily Jill's organization was raising chickens so there was a fresh supply of cage-free, free-range, organic and all natural chicken right outside. Now only to pick the best one.











It also meant we had to slaughter and clean it. After some intense debate and introspection, Jill stepped up to the plate. As of yet I still haven't killed anything, I've only been an accomplice for a turkey and now a chicken. (I'm just happy we didn't decide to go with beef fajitas...)







Yes, I wore gloves. Jill cleaned and gutted the chicken, I carved it up. I think there's something to say for caged chicken that are fed hormones and growth enhancers - our chicken was about a year old and had hardly any meat on it.








The chicken slaughtered and cleaned, the veggies cut and prepped, the sangria bucket slowly being drained, we fried it all up and enjoyed a delicious taste of home. As for the five-minutes of prep time suggested by the packaging, it took us the better part of a great day.

Happy Dia del Pollo!

Shameless Plug

Many months ago I was sitting in my little village hovel, bored as usual. I had just made fried rice and used some Cajun seasonings my brother sent me for my birthday. With nothing to do I decided to write a letter to the Cajun seasoning company, letting them know how much I enjoy their product, especially way out in the bush where the usual seasonings are either salt or no salt.

Yesterday in my mailbox was a package from the Cajun seasonings company, with a hand-written note, and a few samples of their wonderful product.

For their time, energy, and good wishes, I'd like to give a shout out to Slap Ya Mama. Thank you for your response and thinking of us flavor-deprived volunteers overseas.

And for anyone who hasn't tried their products they are available here: http://www.slapyamama.com/