My written words after Africa have been silenced, as the weeks and months following my adventures I tend to be reflective & quiet. It takes time to learn how to re-enter into this society. This world of ours that is ferociously different than the one we lived in Uganda. Though our time there was short, just shy of six weeks, I can tell you that what we saw & experienced began to shift us internally, in a profound and sneaky way. It’s not until you’re home that realize everything around you. It’s as if I swallowed a gulp of foreign liquid and all around me began to be revealed. Sounds, colors, the sky is different. Being able to hold my husbands hand in public, without any fear, the smell in the air. Dinner in which most people don’t finish the food they put on their plate. Freedom to be, me. Freedom to wear what I want. Yet, when I walk those foreign dusty roads in a land far away, called Uganda, freedom rings, it’s as if we traded the constraints of one society for another…

I received news that I could not keep for myself. My silence for written word had to be lifted and this story shared…

Rogers

Over a year and a half ago I met a man named, Rogers. His name was passed on to me by a good friend, as a private hire taxi. I was assured that if I needed, he could take me anywhere in Uganda and I could trust him. It was my first time in Uganda and also my first time out of the village and in the town. I drove in with people I knew, though they had business and I found myself alone, a little scared and not quite knowing how I would get back to my accommodation or exactly where I was. The only time I had seen the town is an hour after we crossed the Ugandan/Rwandan border in the middle of the night. There was no one on the streets, the fog was creeping along the roads and it seemed to me that this was a quiet place. Oh boy, I was mistaken. I now found myself in the midst of what seemed like a gazillion choice’s for transportation! Bicycles, cars, buses, bigger buses, boda-boda’s, more cars…and people galore, not to mention the occasional cow or goat.

For the first time I used my Ugandan mobile phone and called a boda-boda driver, about five times. When it was clear, that I had the wrong number I searched through the handwritten pages that were given to me with trustworthy contacts. Rogers was on that list, though I knew this type of transportation would be more expensive I decided to ignore the ploys to get me in an unknown taxi and call him. He answered “yes please!” I smiled and explained that Leah (also Rogers friend) gave me his number and I needed a ride from Royal Supermarket. He said he would come right away. I payed for my sweet biscuits and when I turned around, I saw a man smiling at me,

The boys…

quite positive I was the one that called, though hesitant to assume. He tentatively walked my way and as we made eye contact, we both smiled. He eagerly shook my hand and from that moment on, Rogers was not only my friend, but my Ugandan confidant, tour guide, driver and ultimate educator in Ugandan life.

After some time I inquired about his work. I learned the amount he paid to rent the car daily and the amount he actually made, I wondered if there was a better way he could provide for his family. Many days he was in the negative. The beautiful thing about Rogers…he didn’t ever volunteer his troubles or hardships, never. In fact, at times I had to pry. I secretly wanted to figure out a way that my new and fast friend could get ahead in a society in which he is meant to stay as he was, struggling. Although it may seem harsh to many Americans & even Ugandans, I feel strongly against just aimlessly giving money, even to those much less fortunate. I would not allow someone to starve or suffer, but through my experience I have come to realize that there is such a great need for foreign dollars. Begging doesn’t even begin to describe this dependency. Children, elders, anyone will walk right up to you and say “give me money”. This is not the fault of the people, they have been given handouts for so long. So, I strongly believe in not perpetuating the need for outside dependence. What these people need is education. Instead of putting a dollar in their hand, give them a skill. Teach the children something they can teach others, empower them. Listen to the simple dreams of people old and young, brainstorm, implement realistic creative thinking. These are the things, I believe are needed to truly change the fate of so many less fortunate in our world.

The day Rogers budget was created!

But how would I do such a thing with Rogers? Back to basics. I would teach him something he could really learn from. So, on a beautiful Sunday in March, I sat down with Rogers for hours and we diligently wrote out all of his finances. We added and subtracted and finally we came up with a budget. Rogers, for the first time learned to budget. A direct solution for Rogers was to have his own car, but that’s not so easy. We calculated the cost of a car, if he saved X amount monthly, we saw it would take him almost twenty years to save this amount of money. It’s as if I saw hope seep out of him. Inside, I was crushed. I couldn’t let him see that, so we put pen to paper, yet again. After hours we managed to shave off years, if only he could save so much monthly (far over what seemed possible). We talked of work ethic and the real possibility of changing his future and especially that of his children.

You see, Rogers had not ever budgeted before, nor thought it possible that he would ever own his own car. We would occasionally check in with each other and I began to see him shift. There was hope and faith in a man that thought his life was already laid out before him. Although this task of saving Millions of Ugandan shillings seemed nearly impossible, when someone can make only thirty thousand shillings a day or even a month (equivalent to about $11.50). Rogers took on the challenge. With all of my heart, I believed he would do it. All of us did. JACARA believed in this man, we, my husband and I

JACARA, Jared, Rogers & his wife, Gift. Our Ugandan family!

believed in this man. Though, we never imagined it would be anytime soon.

Yesterday, I received this message “Hi Jas everybody is doing well,we thank you very very much in a special way. Today we’ve bought a car today as we told you,we would not have done this but its because of your support,we’ll never forget you. webare munooooooonga.”. WHAT?! was my exact response.

Tears fill my eyes and joy fills my heart. Yesterday a man did an extraordinary thing. He did not give into doubt. He did not feel sorry for himself or his situation. He believed that with hard work he could truly change the course of his life, and he did. Yesterday, Akampurira Rogers, my dear friend bought his first car!

Rogers & his very own car!!

His road of challenges is only beginning, although he saved more than imagined in this amount of time, he has to pay the bank loan back, but I know he’ll do it. I believe in this man, my friend and my brother, with all of my heart. It may have been me, that taught him to juggle numbers, but it is him that has taught me what hope, faith and hard work

will really do. He taught me that against all odds you can do anything.

Rogers, you are our hero. Now, you have the true chance at giving your family a better life, educating your children, as you wanted to be educated, providing a good and safe home with meals everyday with an honest living. YOU did this, my friend.

We are humbled and so proud of you!!!

Ninkunkunda Munoooooonga (we love you soooooo much!),

JAsmineCAthyRAmon & Jared

As I sit in my cozy office, I look out the window & sneak a peek at the hills Southern Californian’s call, mountains. They are beautiful, snuggled up against a sparkling blue sky. The breeze coming in is quite & calm. In fact, the only sounds are birds…It’s as if I woke up from a long restless and fulfilling sleep, dreaming of Africa.

I am swiftly reminded that the place in my dreams is truly a world away. I close my eyes and their faces show bright, the smells and the gritty dirt between my toes comes alive. I am there. And so, this is what it took for my hands to caress this keyboard, firm enough to form these sentences.

Ready...set...GO!

Easter left our hearts beaming, the staff’s bellies satisfied & the children’s natural desire for curiosity & wonder temporarily fulfilled. The day passed all too effortlessly and the Easter egg hunt was a definite hit. We let the children go in waves, making sure that the little ones had a chance. Some children took to army crawling in search of the egg, others felt defeated at this new game, but not for long. It was a joyful time, with no tears and more smiles than my camera could capture. For us, the goodbye was creeping around the corner until it was finally impossible to genuinely smile. In our last hour the children gathered around to read a letter from their new friend, Setra. They looked on with wide eyes and their imaginations painting colorful pictures, for all to see. Setra described where she lived, what her favorite things to do were and the children boldly raised their hands to share their favorite things too. They even got to see pictures that were drawn for them, as they proudly named what was in them, tears started to well in my eyes. They were excited about their new friend and didn’t quite understand what was about to happen.

Webare Munonga, Setra!

Nursery school teacher, Caleb explained it was time for Jas-mine & Cathy to go home on a big airplane to be with Jared & Ramon. All of the children, but one was fascinated. Shalom Beauty tugged at my legs in a playful manner, as a baby does before she ran off to her nap, not understanding for one second the tears in my eyes. Her innocence and unconditional love made my heart burst & hugs from each of the children brought me unexpected comfort. I think Mom was stronger, though I can’t be sure, as I didn’t take my eyes off the children. We stayed for a bit, waiting for Rogers to come get us, chatting with the staff and older children. Smiles and laughter were mixed with tears and questions.Denike grabbed Mom, desperate to leave her with something to remember her and a song in her ear. Time was in slow motion, yet where had it all gone? Had we really been here for over five weeks, it didn’t feel that way.

Denike & "Mukaaka"

It was our sweet Blessing that reminded us we really had spent all those days there. Her humble smile faded, as sadness shaded her bright light. She understood what was happening; she has had to do this before, more than most nine year olds. How could I comfort her, she understands.

Minutes before we were to leave I pulled her around the corner and in my broken Rukiga and her effort to understand English I told her that although we are far away from each other, you will always be in my heart and I will always be in yours. At first, she was confused, then she touched her heart and I squeezed her, as if to take a drop of her with me, never to evaporate, always to remain. Mom shared a beautiful goodbye with her as well and we were off. As Rogers stopped the car I got out and looked back, everyone was standing there watching…ugh. I raised both of my hands and said “we love you, we will miss you” and just as a music conductor is in sync with the instruments, everyone threw up their hands for a final goodbye, waving us off. I passed a tissue back to Mom and we drove away. Happy, changed, sad, full, empty.

Jas-mine & Blessing

There was much silence between us in the coming days, before our departure out of Kigali, Rwanda. For me, I was trying to understand it all. It’s just too BIG. As we drove to the airport the sun set on that beautiful city, lighting up the sky with a shade of pink only Africa knows. Though it wasn’t until we boarded the plane on the runway did I realize our trip had come to an end. For the last time, I breathed in that smell that welcomed me and changed my life over a year ago. Then, I didn’t know what it was; now I knew vividly. Burning charcoal in the homes of everyday people will forever define this place. This place where time stands still and goes by, fleeting and harsh. This place that gave my family new memories. This place that made me love my husband deeper than before, this place where I saw my Dad in his youthful element, this place where I watched my Mom with wonder in her eyes and this place that helped me discover myself in a way only this land can. This place, called Africa.

JACARA+1 travels to Africa!

Thank you for your unwavering support and willingness to join our journey from afar. It’s been an adventure, surely one never to be forgotten. We set off to change the lives of others, and we’re the ones that return, forever changed. Life is uncertain, time is odd, but it is human connection that trumps all. JACARA will continue giving back, whether big or small, we hope you will join us.

Webare Munonga!

JAsmineCAthyRAmon

To make a greater difference; JACARA will donate 10% of ALL profits earned to *Keirungi Children’s Village!
*JACARA has no religious affiliation to Keirungi’s Children’s Village

It is Easter morning here in Uganda and the children patiently await their first ever, Easter egg hunt! Although that’s not the only event we will share together. Today is our last day with all of the children & staff at Keirungi Children’s Village. Our hearts are mixed with joy and sadness, but we feel relief knowing we get to say our goodbyes on such a happy note.

Happy Hands...

Enough Said:)

Mom has wowed the staff by providing chicken for the big Easter feast we will share. Chicken is a favorite for almost everyone, as it is the most expensive meat and the screams they squealed knowing they would get to indulge in such a treat ,were heard by all! The children share in this excitement, but it is the new tradition that has them giddy with anticipation. Yesterday we colored boiled eggs, a tradition we celebrated when I was growing up. Everyone was properly amazed! Witnessing their faces, curiosity, wonder, excitement, it was truly special.

Amanya Denis was so proud of his egg!!

Shalom Beauty (little lady) LOVES Nunu!!

When Mom explained that “the children will color the eggs, then we will hide them and the children would find them”, Medius said with wide eyes “ahhh, you’ll hide the children!!”….we all laughed hysterically until tears filled our eyes.

Mukaaka (Grandmother) & abaana (children)!

So, now we are off, goodies in tow, smiles on our faces and mixed feelings in our hearts. It is my hope that you understand why my words are few today.

We are all wishing each and every one of you, a VERY Happy Easter! A special thank you to all that have supported us in every way during this journey. My next update will be done stateside….

Murchison Falls National Park

Webare Munonga!

*To make a greater difference; JACARA will donate 10% of ALL profits earned in the next five weeks to *Keirungi Children’s Village!
*JACARA has no religious affiliation to Keirungi’s Children’s Village.

Oh, the surprises…Shawn & Primrose (founders of Keirungi) have been in dire need of a vehicle to transport all 18 children & staff. During their last trip to the states, a Colorado organization gave them the awesome news that they will be funding such a need. Mom and I were lucky enough to be here when the van was delivered. It rolled up shiny & new, excitement began flowing. Dancing, laughter & screams filled the air & I was able to sit back and take it all in. Now outings are more than a possibility, they’re a reality. Children & staff were beside themselves, as everyone took turns sitting in their very own motor car!

Mushenmesa, Mildred & Medius...new vehicle surprise!

A new van was just the beginning, as Mom and I continued to organize & slowly distribute the items that were so generously donated we decided it was time to take the bulk of the clothes to the children. It was a surprise for everyone & such a site to see. House mom Rose scooped up heaps of clothing and brought in to the girls, explaining to them that ALL of this was THEIR’S. The girls looked on with wide eyes as Rose piled the clothes in the middle of them and said “see what you have been given, pick out something to wear!” Hesitation quickly turned into a digging frenzy and soon we had a room full of beaming girls. Kakuru couldn’t decide and ended up with a romper, leggings, a t-shirt AND a new sweater. When in doubt, go with it all J. Night snatched up Minnie & Mickie overalls, pairing them carefully with a striped top that was embellished by a sequence pineapple. She’s the fashionista of the group, regularly finding items to make jewelry & hair accessories out of. Kato (twin sister to Kakuru) predictably picked out three items that all had the color purple in them & proudly asked me to take a photo of her. As my Ugandan friends would say, “Ah, everyone looks SO smart!” There was no difference when it came to boys, except that they waited patiently for their new knickers, trousers & t-shirts. They quickly changed & in a bold, proud manner held their heads high and showed of their “new looks”. Who would think a few items for each child would bring such excitement? For them, it seemed that life couldn’t be better. It was perhaps Blessing’s reaction that touched me the most. She is an incredibly intelligent nine year old with a HUGE heart of love. Life hasn’t been so easy for her, but you would never know it, except when she is given something. She arrived from school late to find all the children in new attire, but not once did she ask “what about me?” or “I want something too”. She just smiled and greeted each adult present. We finally took her aside & handed her a pile of clothes. Silence, comprehension they were hers, a smile & finally nothing but “thank you, thank you, thank you” came from her. I helped her dress as Mom indulged in the children’s happiness and it was then that I experienced one of the most special moments yet. Dressed in her new outfit & hat she threw her arms around me & said “thank you jas-mine, thank you so much!” When I looked in her eyes they told the story of the joy I felt in my heart & I replied with “Ninkukunda Blessing” (I love you, Blessing). She responded with an even tighter squeeze & a NINKUKUNDA MUNOOOOOONGA! (I love you Verrrryyy mucccchhhh!).

Evelyn, taking it all in.

Simple gestures can make a BIG difference. This is something we all have to remember. It is the simple gesture of giving new & used clothes, toys, school supplies, first aid supplies & cash donations that have done such incredible things. It was your generosity that created those memories, Thank YOU!

Alex, Deo & Determine get a first glance at their new clothes.

Oh, but that doesn’t conclude our week of surprises.  Mom wanted to distribute the many baby blankets we received to mothers in need at the hospital, but was conflicted on how to choose, as there was many more women than blankets (she successfully did this). Rogers & I both explained to her how you can tell a woman is in need. So, as we were paying one of our last visits to Gift & baby Anderson in the hospital (both home now, healthy & happy!), I pointed out a woman that had a tiny infant on her back wrapped in a small piece of material. Rogers called her over, and to our surprise she was the same woman we watched give birth on the grass just days before! Call it chance or fate, it doesn’t matter, but to me, it was magic. We had the opportunity to tell her what an incredibly strong woman she was and even see, up close the child we laid eyes on only seconds after being born. We had the privilege of witnessing a woman give life. As Mom would say “everything is as it should be”.

The strong Mukiga woman that gave birth so effortlessly.

Mom and Blessing

Then, just as we thought the week was slowing to a steady pace, we were wrong! Yesterday, we showed up to Keirungi and to our shocking surprise there was a new child that had arrived only hours before. I know the stories of all the children, but I have not yet been able to experience the moment when the child is first welcomed as a part of the Keirungi family. I was enamored and moved by this little guys resilience & independence. How we understand it… he was abandoned a week ago at the Uganda/Rwanda border, taken in by a kind woman & eventually a probation officer contacted Shawn & Primrose. They know nothing about him, not even his name. It was house mom, Medius that said “Friday, lets name him Friday after the day he arrived”. It stuck, though he has yet to understand that’s his new name. From what I know the children are very withdrawn & afraid when they arrive, but not Friday, he was full of laughter & for such a little guy, so much energy! It was if the world was completely new to him & he was the first to ever lay eyes on such things, everyday things. Never have I ever met such a curious child, it was another one of those times that I felt honored to witness something so profound. Everyone, meet Friday, Keirungi’s newest child!

Friday!

I’ll close now, I too, curious as to what the next week will bring. Life is uncertain, but in Africa, it’s a whole different ballgame!

Webare Munonga!

*To make a greater difference; JACARA will donate 10% of ALL profits earned in the next five weeks to *Keirungi Children’s Village!
*JACARA has no religious affiliation to Keirungi’s Children’s Village.

Just as last weeks blog was posted it occurred to us that my dad & husband would soon leave. Where had the days gone? It was as if time flew by faster than ever before. Although their departure crept up on us, we curtly ignored it and focused on what we wanted to accomplish. And did we ever!

While the guys were here the staff of Keinrungi Children’s Village (www.bolamafrica.org) told me time and again “your father & husband work like Mukiga’s (A person of the Bakiga people), very hard and they are powerful!” It was seriously incredible to see them in the sun & rain everyday giving so much of themselves, helping to make Keirungi better. But, it was when they were with the children that they really shine. They brought a new energy, different. As a woman it’s as if I have a default button that reads “gentle, nurturing, open,” but Ramon and Jared brought something fresh, wild, a little rougher and the children soaked it up only to come back for more and more and MORE! In a place where extreme poverty & struggle are merely a daily rudeness, gut-wrenching laughter is hard to muster, but with our guys it was an everyday, all day occurrence. Not only did they make the children laugh harder than I had ever seen with their games & silliness, but they made the staff laugh until tears filled their eyes. Just awesome!

As we diligently discussed the greatest needs amongst ourselves as well as with Shawn & Primrose (founders of Keirungi) we quickly realized stimulation for the children during playtime was desperately needed. Adding another three tire swings was simply not enough. Not only did the children need just that, children, playing their make believe games and enjoying a playground setting, it was brought to our attention that more play equipment was needed in order for the government to see that children always have “something to do”. This would ensure that Keirungi’s doors stayed open, continuing to change the lives of many more children to come.

So, that was our task and it HAD to be done before Ramon & Jared departed. We decided on a teeter-tooter & merry-go-round! Now, Kabale is a smaller city where these things are not readily available. Knowing that and the fact that power is a HUGE issue, was it even possible? It had to be. We found a welder, negotiated a price and the work began, but not without constant interruption of power outages. Only one day before the guys were to depart power had been off for almost two days straight and the welder informed us it couldn’t be done. Well, if you know my husband & father, you know that “no” is not usually a word they understand. With Rogers trucking them around town, searching for a generator or compressor, pushing the welders & painters with a deadline they managed to deliver the equipment one day before their departure (this was NOT an easy task!). As they arrived the children and staffed looked on with surprise & wonder, it was extraordinary to see. The guys dug and everyone eagerly waited for the moment where the children could break in their new “playground”. We celebrated with cake & watermelon. It was a successful day that wouldn’t have happened without our heroic guys, as that‘s just what they were to all at Keirungi, simple day heroes.

All too quickly their time came to an end, it was a sad day. They are missed by so many, but they left all they touched with unique and happy memories. It is perhaps my dear friend Rogers that will miss them most. He not only spent most days with them, but developed friendships, teaching them about Uganda, as they taught him about our world.

Rogers…

His wife, Barungi Gift was 37 weeks pregnant when we arrived and all of us crossed our fingers in the hopes that we would be able to meet their new addition. After a very difficult & tragic previous pregnancy there was much fear behind this labor & delivery. I took Gift to the doctor, for a check-up, but as soon as the doctor learned the severity of the last pregnancy he said, straight face “ for the safety of mother & child, we can not let her go into labor, she needs to be admitted now and has to have a C-section tomorrow.” My jaw dropped. Surely we knew it would happen soon, but not THAT soon and this way. We understood and quickly made arrangements. This type of surgery is a concern in a first world country; you can only imagine the heart pounding fear of having it done in a government hospital in Uganda. As my Mom said, “it has been a very humbling experience.” Women were crowded under the little shelter that the outside offered from the pouring rain, doubled over, laboring in lines, waiting for a bed to deliver their baby. What a different world this is.

Finally the moment came, the nurse said, “We need to prepare her for surgery. Give us her blanket and the baby’s clothes.” Gift silently got up, looking at no one and bravely walked out of the “private bed” separated only by a sheet from others. We waited and I watched all of those there for her, breathe in deeply, praying, hoping, wishing the outcome would be a good one. Here, you truly never know. She was soon rolled out on a cold, hard metal gurney and pushed to the “theatre” where they would perform the surgery. Everyone followed and she was soon alone, her immediate future unknown.

She went in at 12:11pm. I looked at my watch after what seemed a half hour, only to see it read 12:17pm, ugh. With all my might I tried to comfort Rogers. Mom was with us, and she did the same. We paced, our stomachs roller coasters from a terrifying nightmare, refusing to settle. Deep breaths were all I could do to fight back fearful tears. Then, at 1:30pm we heard a very loud and very strong cry. Who’s baby was that? Is there another patient in there? We didn’t know, but somehow my heart felt relief. At 1:45 a nurse walked out with a little bundle and we saw for the first time, their baby boy. Incredible. As we waited for his momma to come out we quietly watched as a woman squatted, with not enough time to make it to a bed, surrounded by women holding sheets, she gave birth right there on the grass in the wide open. She made not a single sound, had absolutely no intervention and beautifully delivered her child. Her baby was lifted, put into a blanket; she stood up, walked to the gurney, climbed up, laid down and was wheeled away. Extraordinary and inspiring.

Barungi Gift was wheeled out, smiling, relieved and thankful for not only her life, but also the life of her child. Our hearts were free to beat at a normal pace and our faces ached with a permanent smile.

Not so long after everyone was crowded in the tiny “private” space, Rogers privately asked me “Jas-mine, we have asked you to name the baby. So, what is his name?” Rewind a moment, when they asked me last fall to name their child; I took this as a great honor and thought about it daily. I had two names, but which one was for him? I stared at his sweet face and finally said “Anderson, his name is Anderson”. He is named after a kind, hardworking man I met. Our hour-long conversation affected me deeply and so, his kindness, joy, passion & big heart will live on in this little guy.

World, meet Akandwanaho Anderson!

As we walked home, dusk settled and the sky was bright with blues and hues of orange. A slight bit of fog began to settle on the city below and Mom said, with a big smile “ although there are two other days that have been the absolute best, this is another, what an amazing day it was.” She’s right; it was an honor to be a part of such an intimate experience, teetering on the fragile line of life, only to end the day celebrating one little boy’s Birth-Day.

A HUGE thank you goes out to all those that donated money, it is because of your generosity that we were able to execute the task of providing a new playground for the children. We are ALL so thankful!

Webare Munonga,

JAsmineCAthyRAmon & Jared

*To make a greater difference; JACARA will donate 10% of ALL profits earned in the next five weeks to *Keirungi Children’s Village!
*JACARA has no religious affiliation to Keirungi’s Children’s Village.

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Africa, we have arrived.

Dear supporters, friends, family and perfect strangers…

Greetings from Uganda! It’s as if we started this incredible journey ages ago. Make no mistake, we are loving the fact that time is passing by, impora,impora (slowly by slowly). In the last week we have made new friends, discovered much of Rwanda, listened to survivors sharing their personal accounts of the 1994 genocide, watched massive UN & Red Cross convoys on their way to aid Congolese refugees, fleeing from their neighboring country that’s battling an ongoing war, AND even hiked a mountain and spent one hour with the elusive mountain gorillas. I have also had the dream-like privilege of introducing my husband & parents to my large Ugandan family.

Silverback of the Hirwa troop, Rwanda.

As we departed Istanbul, Turkey for Kigali, Rwanda we were exhausted. I think I can speak for the others when I say we were all just so READY to be there. I tirelessly watched the map on our personal monitor, as it poked fun at my impatience, showing a small plane, slowly traveling to the place I so desperately wanted to be. I opened my eyes the moment we crossed into Africa, one step closer. But the emotion was buried and I wondered, why? Was it because the first time I came to this place it was all so new, so foreign and expectations were low? I wasn’t sure, and so, I slept. It wasn’t until I saw the lights of Kigali, dimly lit, sparkling like a small galaxy in another world. The monitor read “1 minute to landing”. It was the moment the wheels touched ground that all I had been holding in & anticipating came flowing. I could hardly breathe through the tears. Perhaps somewhere inside I feared I wouldn’t ever “really” make it back to the place that changed me in such a profound way. Jared held me and said “ I know they’re happy tears and I have a feeling this will happen a lot”, he was right. We saw Mom & Dad, all smiles. We made it!

Although three bags were lost in transit (and now found) our trip had finally come to an easy end. Our host Ben at Good News Guest House (www.goodnewsinternational.org.rw) patiently waited as we loaded up all of our donation bags and by about 3:30am our heads hit the pillow, bliss. The familiar sound of birds woke me just as the sun began to rise and I couldn’t help, but feel as alive as they were. I took a deep breath, soaking up the sweet smell of burning charcoal, looking over seeing my husband and knowing in the next room my patents were fast asleep. It was really happening. We ate the world’s best pancakes, indulged in delicious Rwandan coffee and reveled in the fact that we were here, together.

As we tackled the complete chaos of an African bus station I watched my family, eyes darting from place to place, taking it all in. In fact, that seemed to be what the first few days were like for me. I was with them, but experiencing our days through them, taking in their curiosity, wonder, confusion, laughter and heartache. Each day it became more real, but it wasn’t until an unfamiliar van pulled up and my dear friend Rogers peeked out the window, did it sink in. I jumped up with a scream, surprising everyone in the ally, even myself and felt complete relief. My family was able to meet my very good friend, someone that made sure I was taken care of every step of the way during my first trip. He started out a stranger and now is a part of our family. Seeing him exchange greetings with my family along with our friend Immaculate, brought so much joy. My worlds would soon collide in an epic embrace.

It is, of course the children that you’re most curious about and although words will never do this reunion justice, I will do my best. The three hour drive loomed on. Finally the hills were familiar, the grass and the trees and finally that left turn to keirungi (www.bolamafrica.org) stood out, just as I stand out in any African village, different, distinct. My heartbeat was fast and hard, my hands shaking. The van barely stopped and I was out. I was greeted by new faces, but the moment I turned the corner the children came running, it was Deo & Antony that I heard start yelling “Jas-miney, jas-miney!”. Soon I had a sea of little ones reaching for a touch, big eyes filling my world…I was home, my heart complete.

The children curiously looked at my family, shy at first, but as soon as the cookies came out (Jared insisted on bringing ten boxes of Girl Scout Cookies J ), that’s all it took. All of the children eagerly claimed one of us, loving the fact that there were four visitors, SO much better than one. We laughed, I cried and watched as the children swarmed my family like ants at a picnic, anxious for every morsel. The absolute delight that filled my heart while I watched Mom & Dad completely immersed, Jared, full of energy exposing the children to new games and a different kind of happy. It was fleeting utopia.

Alex found a new friend.

Jared sharing lifes little pleasures with Night & Alex:).

I write this now, children curiously peeking in the windows, full of mischief. Mom has poured herself into lessons as Dad and Jared have managed to build a second swing set, making a total of four tire swings for the abaana (children), new clothes lines & even a new drainage system. There are some exciting projects in the works, but for now lunch is being served, and these keys have kept me long enough.

Antony loves these guys, SO Munonga!

To all that have donated items & money I can not express what a difference they have made. You have done a wonderful thing and there are so many that are touched by your generosity & care.

Webare Munonga!!

JAsmineCAthyRAmon & Jared

*To make a greater difference; JACARA will donate 10% of ALL profits earned in the next five weeks to *Keirungi Children’s Village!

*JACARA has no religious affiliation to Keirungi’s Children’s Village.

Almost one year ago today I went on a solo journey to a place that intrigued all that I am, Africa.  I was in search of something, although I didn’t know what. Expectations were only a passing thought, anticipation tugged at my every move and intention was all I had to hang on to. My intentions were clear, I knew what I had to give, but that’s about it. I had never met the man that would be meeting me when I landed in Rwanda, I didn’t know where I would stay or how I would adjust. The only thing I did know was that I was beautifully in sync with my purpose and I was embarking on the trip that would forever change my life. Did it ever!

Juggling through my previous blogs, wondering how I would share what I’m feeling with you today, I came across something I said and the reflection I have been yearning for, came flowing; “When I boarded flight 972 to Uganda, March 7^th 2012 I was a girl in search of something real & in every way foreign. When I began my return journey, I did so as a woman sifting through the raw nature we call life & love”. SO, who am I today? I am a woman, stronger and more sure than ever. I am a wife, I am a daughter, I am a sister, a Tia, and a friend…I am rooted with intense emotions and I am the luckiest Woman alive! Today, I reflect on the moments during my Uganda & Rwanda travels when my thoughts drifted to my family, my husband. After I promised my large Ugandan family that I would return, it became my mission to merge my worlds. Today my dream comes true, I am bringing my darling husband, mother & father back to my hearts home, Uganda!

This trip is not mine, it is ours. These last few months we have talked about these looming moments, with anticipation, wonder & joy.  Mom has sparks of giddy excitement, Dad laughs with joy and Jared, he’s READY, butterflies are a plenty! All of them have worked tirelessly to make this happen and I am forever grateful to them. Although I will be writing these updates, I cannot call them “mine”, they are ours. So, from this moment on, I, through all of our experience will bring you our days uncharted & raw. We will share, as if our journal had no more pages, spilling over to these keys. We are honored you will be along for the ride!

Before I close, we want to say THANK YOU to each and every one of you that have so selflessly and generously donated your time, energy, school supplies, clothing, diapers, first aid supplies, toys, books, funds, the list goes on! The out-pour from friends & perfect strangers has been amazing! Without a single doubt, we know that we could not have done this without each and every one of you. So, these words are not just for us to download our experience, but for you to truly be a part of it, as you have been, all along. Without YOUR support we wouldn’t be here, 8 bags of donations in tow, EIGHT! Incredible.   

To make a greater difference; JACARA will donate 10% of ALL profits earned in the next five weeks to *Keirungi Children’s Village!

We close with joy & gratitude.

Webare Munonga,

JasmineCathyRamon & Jared

*JACARA has no religious affiliation to Keirungi’s Children’s Village.

Kato & Deo "hanging" out

JACARA’s visit to Africa changed lives

Africa changed MY life!

Greetings to all of you amazing readers that have stuck with me these last six weeks! I have to admit writing this last “Africa” blog stateside has been the most challenging. How do I sum up how gracious & changed I am in a few hundred words….I don’t! For now I’ll let my heart guide my hands, encouraging your imagination to take flight with all the intricate details.

My last days in Uganda (& Rwanda) were the most life changing & challenging I had faced during my 5 weeks there. My reasoning for that is quite simply, emotions. Everyday of my trip I saw something that tugged at my heart strings, good or bad. I am proud to say I kept a very cool head about me and allowed the experience to guide me rather than the emotion. I would love to say I was sooo level headed that in my final days all was jolly, but that would be a bloody lie!

Conversations, hugs, relationships and feelings became even more intense due to the fact that all of us were clinging on to the last moments that would be shared together. Even the children, most of them only had a mere idea as to what was happening, but they sensed the shift in energy, this I could see. More hugs were requested, and the dire need to get as much chocolate from “Jas-MINE” as possible was at the forefront of their little minds . Others clung on to me as if somewhere deep inside they knew there was great change taking place. Then, there were Night & Gift, I wrote about them during “week one” of my trip. They were both abandoned & old enough to remember fine details of their experience. Although neither one of them ever said a word to me, or to anyone for that matter, I saw it in their eyes. There was a calm about them, a wonder and a sadness that was understood without words. In my heart I know they understood what goodbye meant, even if they never had a chance to say goodbye to their Mother. They’re my little warriors, all of them and I know without a doubt that our five weeks together changed ALL of our lives in an undeniable and profound way.

No chance Night is letting go of the "nuuuuu foootball" I bought the kids!Who's having more fun, Alex or Jas-mine?!

On my final day in Kabale it poured rain and my tears started when Rogers said “Jas-mine, I think Uganda is crying for you today. The rain is our tears”. We drove up to *Keirungi Children’s Village for the final time. It was surreal in the least intriguing way. I didn’t know where the time went or how I got there, but when I looked around I saw happy little faces tugging at my hands & legs. We completed a final project together, as I had brought enough white t-shirts for everyone, we traced their little hands as well as mine and they were able to have their very own t-shirt, a first! A wonderful way to begin a farewell, with joy.

Who's having more fun, Alex or Jas-mine?!

It was time to say goodbye, and even now tears fill my eyes. Some children put their little hands on my face, watching the tears flow and told me “it’s ok Jas-mine, don’t be sad”, others said “noooo Jas-mine don’t go, you won’t leave” with cheeky little smirks, and some screamed when they were pulled out of my arms. A final wave towards Rogers taxi bid me farewell and left me equally full as empty. My life was forever changed. Those children taught me more about myself and my dreams than I would have ever expected. I was a momma in training and now, in the blink of an eye I was driving away. I allowed myself to feel it all, cry hard and miss deeply. I think of them and everyone that touched my life a hundred times a day and still can’t convince myself to change my “wake up” alarm that goes off at 9:00pm here. Just another way to hold on.

Your handprint & mine

When I boarded flight 972 to Uganda I was a girl in search of something real & in every way foreign. When I began my return journey, I did so as a woman sifting through the raw nature we call life & love.

Comfort comes from knowing I’ll go back, JACARA will go back…perhaps the whole team (JAsmine, CAthy & RAmon) next time! I also find comfort in the emptiness, as it is these moments that build my character and give me the strength to continue my work around the world. For this is only the beginning of the work JACARA will do to bring hope, love & kindness to our earth.

THANK YOU to EVERYONE who purchased items & supported JACARA during my trip! Although it may not seem like much, EVERYTHING makes a difference and YOU have truly helped to change lives.

With Much Gratitude & Love,

JAsmineCAthyRAmon

NOTE: If you have any questions, or would like to learn how you can donate directly to change the lives you read about please e-mail me (Jasmine) at jacaraskincare@gmail.com

*JACARA has no religious affiliation with Keirungi Children’s Village

Good Morning Jasmine!

Give Back WITH JACARA!

I sit before this keyboard full of stories paired with emotion that runs deeper than I could have imagined or dreamed of. Yet, my hands lay motionless, paralyzed by time. Time that I no longer have, and the fleeting time in which I was able to experience this foreign land. A country teaming with kindness and a brutality I have yet to get used to. Uganda, cursed with a dark history, a free present, and a hopeful future. A land of bananas and languages (each over fifty grown and spoken!), brilliant smiles when engaged, and scenery beautiful enough to blow your mind. Terrain that changes from Savannah, teaming with great giants, to lush rolling hills growing tea, cascading waterfalls, and mountains, even baring snow. Uganda has it all and I have not ever been so happy to be in a place with so much wonder yet to be found.

Please bare with me as I try to use written word to share week five, my final blog here in Africa.

A little background info for you…while roaming the Palo Alto flee market I wondered to a table piled high with colorful beads, baskets, bags and bookmarks. It was the photo’s however that captured my attention, along with the smile of the friendliest woman. When I inquired about the photos she explained they were of the children that had made the crafts in Uganda, Africa…I was sold! That woman, Leah and I exchanged e-mail address and months later were finally able to meet up. Unsure if we would even recognize one another it had been that long. We did, and have become fast friends. Leah is a woman whom I greatly adore and equally respect, constantly giving selfless time and energy for the better of others. She studied here in Kabale, Uganda for ten months and it is with her connections and support that I ended up here and now…THANK YOU LEAH! She and Allan are dear friends, as she works very closely with ASUNEF.

Allan!

Moments after I wrote last week’s blog I was whisked away by Allan (in Roger’s car of course), on our way to Mahwa, a small village in the district of Rukuingiri. It is there that Allan, Justice, and Nicholas founded The Association of United Efforts – Uganda  in hopes to give children and youth not only education, but a family environment stalked with love, support and guidance for all of life’s skills. ASUNEF has promoted self-sustainability for all the children and youth. It is with guidance that they pay their school fees through the crafts they make (which are sold in the USA) with their own two hands! An amazing project teaching that with hard work, results are made. I was lucky enough to be invited to spend two days in Mahwa among the children and the amazing Fred, whose home has become not only the place where all the crafts are made, but a safe place providing food, a bed and so much love. I was greeted by 17 of ASUNEF’s kids, surrounding the car and embracing me with shy hugs the moment my feet touched ground. They all walked me up the hill quietly with smiles of excitement and curiosity. It is then that a HUGE hug from Fred was my ultimate welcome. Food was set out and so it was then that I experienced two of the most special days in my life. Hours were filled with backgrounds of the children their struggles and questions from the kids themselves. Laughter and discovery of one another felt as if I were a

Amazing ASUNEF children

child again, ripe with innocence. My eyes filled with tears when they sang to me, and when it was time to say goodbye I could only breathe deeply and say Webare Munonga (thank you very much), as it was then that the goodbye songs got the best of me and a spontaneous local dance broke out by the guardians of the youth. I was in Africa, listening to the sweet voices of these children, watching traditional dancing, being showered with gifts of thanks and hugs of love and tough goodbyes. It was truly unforgettable and I am forever changed.

ASUNEF children, Fred, Allan & Jasmine

I urge you to visit ASUNEF’s website (www.asunefuganda.weebly.com) and read about the incredible changes that are taking place in Mahwa. It is because of the sheer selfless acts of those listed above that this small organization has changed the lives of 26 children, and will continue to do so in the years to come. They have my lifelong support!

Each day has been unbelievable and I feel as if I couldn’t be happier, and yet I am proven wrong. I don’t know if I have ever been so welcomed and so loved by (just about) everyone I come into contact with. It is now that I will spend my last days enjoying the sweet little ones at Keirungi Children’s

Happy Easter!

Village…soaking up every last moment. I cannot begin to write about how difficult it will be for me to say goodbye to these children and staff. They have become my family, my children. As I push aside the thought I send each of you reading my most gracious appreciation. Your support has been unparalleled and I am forever grateful.

It is here where I will sign off, my next blog being written in the U.S.!

Webare Munonga, Munonga, Munonga,

JACAthyRA

Carrying Marungi the Bakiga way, I'm a Mukiga now!

Kind little soul...Amanya Denis

Give Back WITH JACARA!

Agandi (how are you) Readers?!

I have found myself scurrying to put the finishing touches on all the projects I have begun. During my first week at Keirungi, Shawn (founder) handed me a piece a paper with the name of each child, date they were abandoned, and their birthday. Unfortunately the line marked “birthday” was empty for all but four lucky children. Shawn then asked me to determine the ages of the rest and finally give them a date of birth…HUGE responsibility! My response was a quick “of course”, but executing the task was much more cumbersome then agreeing to it.

From that moment I began to observe each child even more closely than before. Comparing ability to talk, interact, play etc. Let me say that I am no expert in this field and found the task very difficult. Take Ninsiima for example; when she was found she was so malnourished and utterly neglected that at (what we think) was two years old, she looked to be 8 months. Ninssima had not physically developed normally, therefore had no strength to stand, much less walk. She was in a terrible state.

Ninsiima!

After two days of hearing constant crying, a concerned neighbor notified authorities. Ninsiima was found alone, hungry, and entirely distraught from the lonely neglect her mother had left her in. Her Mother has yet to be found, and the result is no concrete age or Birthday forNinsiima. She is in ways equal to a few of our three year olds, however the lack of nutrition, stimulation and love has left her so incredibly small she is often mistaken for a baby. It has been challenging to determine her age, to say the least! A tragic story this is, but it doesn’t end sad. Ninsiima always wants to be held (small wonder why) and is content in anyone’s arms.

 But, more than anything she loves music. Amazingly she can keep the rhythm of any beat around her, and if there is a tune near or far, hummed or sang you can findNinsiima bobbing her head and clapping her hands…with an occasional hip shake . Based on little fact and more observation Ninsiima is 2 ½  years old, and now has a Birthday of her own to celebrate, October 8^th 2009!

Gift

Some of the children’s files had much more information, and so giving ages and birthdays was not so overwhelming. Through close interaction, many days watching their every move, and the little research that was done with lack of power and internet connection, each child now has a day to call their own! For anyone that knows me, it is common knowledge that I can’t do something from nothing…it has to have a meaning. It is my nature, and so withthis I worked tirelessly to find “the day” for each child, many of them celebrating the day they arrived at Keirungi. It does after all mark the time their lives for the first time had meaning, care, love, and hope for a bright future. Happy Birthday to each of my sweet ones at Keirungi!

Needless to say we fill in “Muzungu” with Jasmine, and talk about my departure daily. Although they shake their heads “No” when boarding the airplane and flying away comes into the story. They are beginning to understand that one day, very soon they will wake up and I will not be there. Although they will not be able to grasp the situation fully or some not at all. I have hope that my letters, phone calls and future visit will give them the understanding that there are people in this world that care for them deeply, and although they can’t always be there, they are always loved.

Baby Nicole

Make no mistake…these stories are becoming my swift reality, and I need to talk them out as much as the children need to hear them:).