In which I’m leaving for Uganda and Burundi

by fionalynne on May 21, 2013

It’s just five days until I get on a flight bound for Munich and then another for Cairo. And then after a few hours wandering around that airport, board a final flight and arrive in Entebbe, Uganda.

FIVE DAYS!

I have just so much to do before then. Not least, start thinking about packing. Although, as my long-time readers will remember, packing tends to send me into a dangerous mental state of despondency and hopelessness. So I’m putting it off as long as possible, and pretending that that will help. Denial is a wonderful thing, people.

I’ve told you already about the second half of our trip, when we travel down to Masaka in southern Uganda, and spend some days with River of Life, and (a highlight for me) get to meet the two children we sponsor through their street children ministry. This week River of Life announced the 100th baby treated through the new post-natal baby unit that they supported the local hospital to open. One hundred little lives. I may have cried when I saw the news. I’m honoured to get to be part of it.

But why are we going now? Why this trip now?

For that story, we go all the way back to January, when one cold day I got two tweets that practically jumped out of the screen at me:

Uganda Tweet

The emotion-gut-driven part of me instantly cried YES!!! The more rational side told her to pipe down and did some thinking and then tweeted back and asked for more info. And then thought some more.

And then I said no, probably not.

Because January was the first month since the miscarriage last year that my body was feeling healthy again (I’m not going into detail here because my Dad reads my blog, but enough to say, a miscarriage can knock everything out of whack for a long while) and so we were looking forward to trying to get pregnant again. But to go to Uganda requires a yellow fever vaccination. And that would require us to stop getting pregnant for three months to avoid the live virus in the vaccine potentially damaging an unborn child.

On top of that, it costs a lot to go to Uganda. And we’d be swallowing up all of Rasmus’ remaining vacation days for the year. So we said no.

I spent the next week feeling completely gutted. I wanted to go. I wanted to go so so much. Uganda has been on my radar and in my prayers since I was fifteen years old. This invitation did not feel accidental.

It was a few days later that I met a friend for coffee. She’s at the beginning of the ordination process in the Anglican church and she’s wise and helpful. I told her the long story, and when I’d finished, she looked at me across our mugs and said, “I think you need to reconsider your answer”. And just like that, I knew I had to go.

That night we started talking seriously about what it would take to go. Rasmus is ever the rational planner, so I spent the next week pulling together a draft budget, itinerary, figuring out all the pros and cons on going or not going. We planned an evening to go through it all and I presented my proposal to him like I was at a board meeting (ok, not quite. We had a bottle of wine to help us get through…)

And when we’d finished talking it all through, we said Yes.

I haven’t felt more thrilled about a yes since the day we got married!

So what are we doing there? My wonderful friend Kelley, who I’ve met through the fantastic She Loves community, is married to Claude, a Burundian, and together they lead an organisation called Amahoro, which works to encourage, resource and connect emerging African leaders who are committed to the tangible manifestation of justice, mercy and goodness in their local context.

Once a year, Amahoro puts on a conference for African and non-African participants to share and learn together. This year, it’s in Entebbe, Uganda, and a group of women connected through She Loves, and twitter, and the amazing Idelette, will join them for the week. And I’m part of that sisterhood group! I’ll be meeting up with Kelley, Idelette, Claire, Tina, Leigh and others in Uganda to learn from and encourage our African brothers and sisters.

And if that wasn’t enough, at the end of the week, Kelley and Claude have invited us back to Burundi with them, to stay at their home, and visit Bubanza and Matara, the two communities they work in. Remember in February I joined the “She Loves Well” Valentine’s Day campaign to raise money for a well in Bubanza? We get to be there for the “opening ceremony”!!

You guys, my cup overflows.

I’m so excited to go. So excited to spend time with my sister-friends in person. So excited to meet so many new inspiring people. So excited to expand my stories of Africa. So excited to learn and listen. So excited to drink clean water with Bubanza residents and dance in celebration together. So excited that I get to be part of this.

We’ll be blogging as we go and I am so eager to share with you my experiences. I pray that my words may somehow do it justice, although I’m not sure that’s possible. I pray that I can be part of expanding those stories we have of Uganda and Burundi. I pray that my words here will honour the people I meet and the places I visit. It’s not always easy to step out of your own comfort zone, your own perspectives, and see what’s before you, learn what it has to teach you. But I’m going with an open heart and I want to see, I want to learn.

If you pray, will you pray for us? Pray for Rasmus and I (he joins me at the end of the conference to travel to Burundi together, and then back to Masaka). Pray for the conversations we’ll have, the people we’ll meet and the relationships we’ll form. Pray for open hearts and minds. Pray for health and safe travel.

And most of all, pray we’ll come home changed by what we encountered.

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the clothes on my back

by fionalynne on May 17, 2013

Bangladesh Factory Collapse

Clothes are on my mind.

Last month, in a tragedy that knocked me breathless when I heard about it, over a thousand garment workers lost their lives when the factory they were working in – in which dangerous cracks had very recently been spotted and ignored – collapsed and crushed them.

No one can have failed to be moved by it. And yet mixed up with my grief for the families and colleagues of those who died was an uncomfortable sense of guilt. Bangladesh’s garment industry sews many of the clothes that end up in my wardrobe. It’s the drive for cheaper clothes and greater profit margins that can lead to tragedies like this to happening.

Three years ago I went to Bangladesh on a work trip, to visit organisations working with disabled people and those who have been affected by leprosy. As we left Dhaka after the first few days and drove north to visit a rural project for visually impaired children, we drove past mile after mile of factories. “This is where they make all the clothes”, my driver leant back and told me. The streets were clogged that morning with traffic as tens of thousands of people headed to work in cars and buses and rickshaws. I was relieved when we finally inched past the last factory and headed into the countryside.

There are more than 4 million Bangladeshi’s who work in the garment industry. They may earn a shockingly small amount each day, but clearly the answer is not to shut down the factories and remove their small livelihood completely. It’s not so simple, because the right thing to do is to pay them more, to put more money into health and safety – and that means higher prices for consumers and a smaller profit margin for the factory owners and clothing companies. Greed is a powerful force to counter.

I don’t know about this issue in great detail but there are some good articles circulating:

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Fitch the Homeless

At the same time, I watched a video that went viral this week, called “Fitch the Homeless”. The video is one man’s response to the disgusting clothing brand that is Abercrombie & Fitch. (side story: we walked past their store in Paris and the stink from the cheap perfume they were pumping out the doors made me gag for a good 20 metres beyond the store). A&F have claimed that they only want the “cool kids” to wear their clothes; apparently they burn any of their clothes that don’t sell to ensure they don’t get given to people that don’t fit their branding.

I found the video amusing when I started watching it, but felt a little uneasy as it continued. The basic idea of the man who made it, was to buy up all the A&F clothing he could find in thrift stores and give it to the homeless living in Skid Row in LA. It seems like an ok idea at first glance – homeless people often are in need of clothing, and surely this is just a funny way to make a point to A&F that we don’t care for their policies?

It was only later, when I watched tweets coming through from an outraged Suzannah, that I realised why I had felt uneasy. The homeless are not treated with much dignity in this video. He hardly stops to speak to them, hands them items of clothing, seemingly without checking whether it fits or it is what they need. There’s no attempt at relationship, at explanation of the campaign. They’re just a tool in the point he’s making. Not people worthy of love and respect.

Now perhaps he did all that and it just didn’t get recorded. Perhaps he had conversations with each person, checked the clothing fit, asked them if they’d mind him filming… but then that should have been shown. We have a low enough opinion of homeless people in our society that these right approaches need to be shown, not assumed.

Some further reading, if you’re interested:

 

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Yesterday I went shopping on the way home from a meeting. I’m leaving on my trip to Uganda and Burundi next week (next week!!!!) and I needed to buy a few basic items – summer t-shirts and skirts mostly – to replace what didn’t survive since last summer.

I don’t enjoy shopping much, so I don’t tend to go often. And yesterday only confirmed to me how frustrating and irritating I think it is. Every t-shirt or top I tried on was so thin you could clearly see my bra through it. The idea, when buying summer clothes for a trip to a country on the equator, is surely not to have to layer under top underneath it just to stay decent?? I imagine it’s a mixture of a trend I don’t get and don’t like, and an attempt to save money buy producing super thin clothes.

It frustrates me most because I want to be a good steward of my resources, and when I buy clothes from many of the high street stores here, they rarely last longer than a season, if that. They’re just not that fantastic quality. And when they’re see-through too?

And then I add to that the knowledge that I know very little about where my clothes are coming from – don’t know how they were made, sourced, who’s hands made them and if they were paid well enough to send their kids to school, whether they were allowed a lunch break and safe conditions to work in. This worries me hugely.

I read another article today, about the trend of giving second hand clothes to thrift stores in the US (a practise that’s also common in the UK, but not so much here in Luxembourg I think). The quick purchases we make and regret later. The clothes we never wear and so decide to get rid of. It’s a massive massive waste. Our ability to turn up a charity store and hand in a bin bag of clothes may make us feel better because we don’t see those clothes any more, we assume it’s all good now. But we need to start asking more questions, challenging ourselves more about whether this whole process – from factory to shop to home to thrift shop to recycling centre – is it really ethical? Is it really a good use of our resources. The uncomfortable answer is no.

I’m not sure there’s a simple solution to all this. It’s not to just stop buying in these stores, I think. It won’t cause them to change their practices. And we shouldn’t not donate our unused clothing. But something has to change. And maybe it starts with me. It starts with my not buying badly-made clothes that will not last the season. It starts with me making wise choices about what clothes I actually need. It starts with me looking up, through organisations like Labour Behind the Label and War on Want, where my favourite stores source their clothes and how they treat their workers.

And it also starts with us being willing to put our money where our mouth is – if I’m willing to pay a little extra to buy fairtrade coffee and bananas at the supermarket, surely I should apply the same standards to all my purchases?

 

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Goodness, this is lots to think about and my head is spinning just a little bit right now. But I’m really convicted that this should not be an issue I forget. The tragedy of the building collapse in Bangladesh should not be allowed to fade from my memory. And I want to be intentional about the way in which I buy and wear my clothes, how I use my resources.

I’d love if you have any tips or ideas or comments on any of these issues to share with me. Has the news recently prompted you to re-examine your wardrobe?

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A long weekend in Paris

May 14, 2013

This is one of the beautiful things about living in Europe. (This is how we talk, we Brits – we talk about Europe as a completely separate place we are not part of). Luxembourg is like a little hub in easy driving distance of so many great cities and towns. Brussels? Two hours. Geneva? Five [...]

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spoken word monday – harry baker

May 13, 2013

I love words. I can’t live without them. My favourite songs are the ones where the words wriggle under my skin and give me goosebumps down my spine. My favourite writers are the ones who can spin words like candy floss, making something sweet and enticing. It’s probably no surprise that my love language is [...]

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to be seen

May 2, 2013

When I was a teenager, around fourteen years old I think, I used make-up to try and make a bruise I had look worse than it was. I know, I know. I wish I was kidding, too. There had been this incident in my classroom. One of the popular guys on the other wise of [...]

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with bare feet

April 30, 2013

On Saturday, in a room with way too much wood panelling, but a perfect view out onto the castle in the rain at the top of the hill, I stood up and spoke. I spoke to forty women about embracing their place in God’s story, about looking back at our lives with new eyes to [...]

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right now – April

April 29, 2013

This month I’ve been… reading. When I was home at my parents’ house, I started reading The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman. It’s a book about four women who find themselves, in 72AD, in Masada, the mountain top palace that had been King Herod’s, now the last refuge of the Jewish rebellion. The Romans are camped [...]

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On going home…

April 26, 2013

Waiting to board the Luxair flight; My sweet accidentally-coordinated parents; Easter lunch at the pub we spent out wedding night in brings out the romantic in us; Happy Easter! You’ll be an expat for a while and you’ll have got used to keeping in touch with friends and family back home in a kind of [...]

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introvert or extrovert

April 24, 2013

On Saturday we had some friends over to celebrate Rasmus’ birthday. We got all our spare chairs out of the attic, wheeled my office chair in from the study and called friends when we realised we didn’t actually have enough plates for everyone. It was crowded, even around our big heavy table. It was messy [...]

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thirsty

April 22, 2013

I was on holiday over Easter for about ten days, which meant I didn’t make it to the gym for about two weeks. And now I’m home again, I’ve apparently forgotten that I had grown to like going, had enjoyed the feeling of pushing myself a little harder each time, the sense of tired satisfaction [...]

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