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Thursday, April 28, 2011

I could have danced all night

Back home, I was dance-floor shy, especially when I had to contend with dancers who have personal DIs (dancing instructors) or who take dance lessons to be able to show-off their skills on the dance floor.  Partying in Northern Uganda, everywhere in a hall is a dance floor.  There are no steps to remember or hand movements to synchronize.  There is no slow drag or cheek-to-cheek as it can be considered as PDA (public display of affection) - a cultural taboo. It has been been said that Africa brought modern music (rhythms of reggae, soul and jazz) to the world through America.  There are local songs in English and they can compose songs about malaria, women abuse or mumble-jumble words with accents at the wrong places;  some lyrics are satirical, incoherent if not corrupted. 
Let it rain; we'll keep dancing
Dance 'til the twins come out
Music is long, beat is bubbly and repetitive, almost chant-like.  Africans (I mean Acholis) just dance spontaneously - whether at the beginning, middle or end of the music.  People, young and old, whether alone or in groups of the same or different genders, just find a place where they can sway to the beat.  The basic movement is stomping of the feet; the body gyrations are an individual style.  They like to dance in a circle and display the many ways they can accompany the music with their body movements. But there is something magical or trance-like or infectious about their dancing. 
Mazungus must learn how to catch the spirit
It is perhaps the sound and beat of the drums, the complete abandon of all inhibitions and the joy in the dancers' faces that make one join the foray with spontaneity.  The language of their music is emotion. Someone said that if music were wealth, Africa would be rich.  
There is probably too much dancing that is why this child had to don this t-shirt which says:  Mom and Dad, you are fired. 

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Jesus Christ Superstar

That "little town of Bethlehem" as it looks now

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According to wikipedia, the 1972 movie Jesus Christ Superstar was shot in the ruins of Avadat (or Ovdat or Obodat), Israel.  Avadat (in The Negev in map) was the most important historic city on the Incense Route after Petra, Jordan (see blog The Tale of 2 Maps).  The musical was about the last 7 days of Christ's life on earth.  Here in Gulu, Catholics observe the Ash Wednesday and the color of the ash is gray while back home
Marker to the Nativity
it is pitch black.  I have not been to Avadat but while here in Africa, I had the great chance to travel to the places where Jesus was born, suffered and was buried.  Here is a
Entrance to the manger
loose chronology in pictures. The actual places of the stations of the cross are marked in the many alleys where the shops are now located in Jerusalem.

Where the manger was
Where the Holy Sepulcher is

Can we listen to the rock of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice during the Holy Week? 
Map of the Way of the Cross
Find the markers in the shopping alleys of Jerusalem

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Games volunteers play

Rejoicing at the completion of the puzzle
Squeezed somewhere
The bats
Tough, even for MENSAs
We were invited to visit the place of assignment of Debs, in Lira, Uganda.  It would not have been possible for me to go were it not for the availability of a small space in the private car that was to take us.  Debs is a social researcher, fluent in the local language, and lives in a VSO-rented bungalow by herself.  She got everybody to help prepare pancakes for breakfast, and steamed tilapia, and avocado salad for lunch.  As usual, I stayed with my expertise, which was washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen.  We stayed overnight, and since there were 8 of us, some people gladly slept in tents in her backyard.  The following day, we went to a mazungu coffee shop for lunch and shakes while we watched the town below, and the bats above.  Debs has the biggest scrabble dictionary that I have seen.  I would have loved to play scrabble but it seems that the rest were more keen on completing the puzzle that arrived recently from the UK.  The skies were tough.
The puzzle, a port somewhere in the UK
Volunteers come and go and we only have pictures and memories of our shared experiences that will bind us through time.  It is a great coincidence that most VSO vols here in Uganda were born 1951.