Professional
After arriving on Sunday afternoon we were eager to start
Makerere University on Monday morning. Unfortunately classes would not start
this week. Nicola and I are determined that we will grasp every opportunity to
develop professionally whilst in Uganda and so we contacted a former
Stranmillis student, Natalie Williamson who teaches in Ambrosoli International
School, Kampala and asked if we could volunteer in the school for a few days.
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Year 2 Rwensori's classroom |
This experience has been deeply enriching. We arrived at
school with children from many backgrounds, cultures and families. Despite the
diversity, there is a strong sense of community. I was placed with Teacher Steve
in a Year 1 class (equivalent of Year 2 in Northern Ireland) and I soon became ‘Teacher
Naomi’, helping enhance learning in the classroom. Much of my time was spent
targeting phonics and I was challenged to consider the difficulties that newcomer pupils will encounter when learning to use phonics. These lessons learned will help me become a more effective practitioner.
Ambrosoli International School share the belief that ‘developing young children’s awareness of words, syllables, rhymes and
phonemes significantly increases their later success in learning to read and
write.’ (CCEA, 2007, p.1)
Cultural
Preparation for a trip so far across the world takes time
and in the weeks and months leading up to my trip I spent much time preparing
myself to travel and live here. Yet, it is safe to say there is nothing that
can prepare you for the sights, smells and reality of living in a different country.
As the plane came to land I looked out to see that the green of Ireland had
been replaced by the red dust of Africa. As we travelled from the airport and
reached Kampala we were struck by the reality that there were so many people
and that so many people had so little. This was difficult to digest. Yet,
Uganda is as I have been told many times since arriving, ‘the pearl of Africa’
and it is the people who make it a pearl. Yes, life is slow here and many people
run by African time, but most people we have met are friendly and have a
genuine interest in getting to know us. A meeting with a university lecturer to
find out about classes we assumed would be quick, but more time was spent discussing
family than organising our timetable!
Kampala spreads across a large area and so on Monday we had
to conquer our fears and climb onto the back of a Boda – boda. This was a scary
experience and we couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous we both looked on
the back of the Boda – boda. After a week and after what felt like a few near
death experiences we decided it would be best to invest a helmet. At least all
the onlookers can’t see our expressions now!
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Safety first! |
It isn’t just when we are on the back of a Boda – boda that
we attract attention in Kampala. In most areas we can’t walk too far without
hearing ‘Mzungu’ which means ‘a white person’.
On one occasion a mother carrying her baby stopped and pointed saying to
her child, ‘look mzungu!’ This was quite intimidating at the start but we now
realise that they do not say this to be offensive.
'White person' |
Personal
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Saying goodbye at the airport |
Having spent a week in Ambrosoli International School we had a brilliant opportunity to take part in a Colour run to raise money for children in the Special Educational Needs wing of the school. Not only was this enjoyable but it was a great opportunity to meet new people and get to know others better.
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Celebrating after the Colour Run |
It is impossible to visit Uganda without feeling compelled
to reach out and help where possible. Sunday afternoon was spent volunteering
for a charity called Tomorrow’s Heroes. It is a charity for street children who have
run away from their homes because of abuse and poverty and I savoured every moment
getting to know the boys and enjoyed learning to break dance as much as they
did!
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Learning to break dance at Tomorrow's Heroes |
Shedd, J. (1928) Salt from My Attic, America, Mosher Press.
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