Disclaimer: I don't think it's possible for me to write a blog about Camp GLOW without being mushy or overly sentimental. Bear with me.
After spending an exciting, but exhausting week at Camp GLOW, we piled into the taxi to make the journey back to the Butaleja region. Camp may have been over, but that taxi was packed with GLOW spirit as the girls and counselors annoyed the driver with songs and games the whole way back. When we reached Busolwe, we all went our separate ways. As my six girls waited to travel the 15 minutes back to Butaleja with me, I ran into a small supermarket to get us juice and cookies. We hadn't eaten all day, and it was almost 3 pm. I was worried that they would get home, but not find any lunch for them. As I concentrated on my refreshing cold mango juice, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Proscovia was struggling with her juice box. She was trying to tear it open on the side instead of just sticking the straw in the foil hole! I stuck the straw in for her and watched her take her first sips from a juice box. Checking up on the other girls, I realized they too were unsure of how to proceed. I had just assumed that teenage girls knew how to drink from a juice box. I can only imagine how many things at camp had been new for them.
This August was the first ever regional Camp GLOW for the eastern region of Uganda- that's where I live! The camp hosted 80 young girls between the ages 12-17, 8 female Ugandan counselors and 8 female Peace Corps Volunteers. Each girl became part of an animal family with a Ugandan and American counselor. Every day, we had a different theme pertaining to pride: Proud of myself, to be a woman, to be Ugandan and of my future. Additionally, every day, the girls would attend sessions about healthy living, life skills, team work and crafts. The days were packed with games, singing, learning, dancing, questions, messages and relays. Our camp song, which every girl could sing by the end of the week, is set to the tune of "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz. Here's a sample of the lyrics:
We throw our hands up in the air this time,
Saying Ayyyy Ohhhh, Come on let's GLOW.
We want to celebrate, live healthy lives,
Saying Ayyy Ohhh, Come on let's GLOW.
We're going rock this world, show them how to live right.
We're gonna use life skills, 'cause they're DYNAMITE.
We will tell you once, now we've told you twice,
We're going to educate, 'cause we're leading our world.
At this camp GLOW, I was a Hippo mama, with my co-counselor Josephine. We had ten girls in our group. At first, I think they were blown away by how much energy Josephine and I had. They couldn't understand why we were always cheering, talking during meals and asking them endless questions. At our first group reflection, it was like pulling teeth to get the girls to tell us anything about themselves. Thankfully, by the end, the girls not only voluntarily answered questions, but were eager to have their voices heard. One of my girls told me: "At school, we count down how many days we have left before the end of term. Some people calculate how many minutes. But, we're not counting down for camp. We don't want it to end."
The hippos also had a song, to the tune of "Where Them Girls At" by David Guetta.
So many girls in here
Where do I begin?
I'm all alone
Do I fit in?
Then she said,
Come be my friend.
I got to thinking,
And that's when I said:
Where my hippos at, hippos at?
Hip Hip Hip
Where my hippos at, hippos at?
Oh Oh Oh
Where my hippos at, hippos at?
Ah Ah Ah
So dance dance,
We can all be friends.
Then we would do the macerena, singing "1-Hippo, 2-Hippo, 3-Hippopotamus..." We all got to perform our songs and dances at the closing ceremony, where every girl received a certificate for her participation.
I stayed busy during camp, teaching almost every day. I taught about sessions female reproductive health, reusable menstrual pads, HIV/AIDS and kickboxing. I've spent the last four months teaching about women's health and HIV, so it was a breeze. But teaching kickboxing was new and interesting. At first, the girls were very uncoordinated! Arms and legs were flying everywhere. But, when I finally told them to imagine they are uppercutting someone they didn't like, they got the hang of it. They loved grunting for every punch they threw. Of course, I told them not use their kickboxing knowledge for real fights. We were doing kickboxing only for exercise, but maybe they'll feel a little safer knowing how to throw a right hook.
My only complaint about camp was sleeping, or lack thereof. For whatever reason, my nights were always disrupted. One night, my co-counselor was violently ill, so I sat up with her for an hour. Another night, two of my girls had been locked out of the dorm when they went out to use the bathroom. But the last night was by far the worst! I woke up to fingers grabbing and poking at me starting with my feet and working up to my stomach. "OH MY GOD! What?! What?! Who is it?!" I ninja rolled out of bed onto the cement floor as I fumbled for my flashlight. No one was there. Anywhere. No one was even out of bed. I ran over to Audrey's bed, who had heard me screaming. "Chelsea, did you just have a nightmare?" I ventured back over to double check. "OH S###! IT'S A CAT!" There was a stupid cat sitting on my bed. How did it get into my mosquito net? How long had it been sleeping with me? Why was it jumping all over me? I don't know, but I wasn't about to find out just how how cuddly it wanted to be with me. I let the cat have my bed and made Audrey share with me.
Camp GLOW is an amazing tool to empower girls, but it also helps raise awareness about the importance of inclusion. In Uganda, children with special needs are often ignored and unable to get a proper education. There are very few institutions for blind or deaf students; however, there are a few Peace Corps Volunteers that live or work at special needs schools. These Peace Corps Volunteers sent girls with special needs to camp. In my group, we had two girls that were visually impaired. Sammy was totally blind, but Betty was only partially blind. It was amazing to watch how Betty and Sammy helped each other. Even more inspiring was watching my other girls learn how to help Sammy and Betty feel included in all the activities. They would make sure they knew what was written on the board, run with them during the relay races and help them learn dance moves.
Every counselor, maybe for the first time, became aware of how to modify lessons or games to help include the girls with special needs. All of the lessons needed to have a visual and audio component to reach everyone. For example, the hearing impaired girls couldn't play telephone, where you whisper messages from one girl to the next. So, we would pass along messages of patterned hand squeezes. For the visually impaired girls, we all learned to introduce ourselves when we greeted them: "Good morning Gloria, it's Chelsea!" By the end of camp, most of girls could recognize our voices. The hearing impaired girls helped teach us all some signs. One evening, I helped a girl get a cockroach out of her bed. Unfortunately, I chose to flick her sheets, which launched the cockroach into my hair. I sort of freaked out and stomped all over making sure it was out. That night, we all learned how to say cockroach. Those groups translated their animal songs into signs too, so those girls would feel like part of the group. One of the saddest things I learned: most parents of hearing impaired children don't learn sign language, so at home, they can't communicate with anyone. They love being at school because they can actually talk to someone!
On the last day of camp, Betty confided in me: "Chelsea, you know, we didn't want to come to camp. Our head mistress made us come. We went to a workshop a few months ago, and they didn't even treat us like people. They didn't help us at all. We thought it would be the same camp- hat you would let us fall down. But you didn't. You all cared so much for us, and made sure we had everything we needed. We don't want to leave camp!"
Camp GLOW East only made me more excited for Camp GLOW National, taking place in December. I'll be one of the co-directors! We're still fundraising. If you're interested, take a look at this post:
Monday, August 27, 2012
Bare with Me
I spend a lot of time, probably too much, focusing on what
strong American women have to teach Ugandans. Let me turn the tables.
Something went dreadfully wrong between my mother’s
generation and mine. After P.E. in
high school, it was mandatory for my mom and her friends to jump in the shower
for a few minutes to rinse off before going to their next class. I think I can say will full confidence
that I was never completely naked in
my high school locker room. We had
nifty tricks of changing to guarantee our bodies safe from… well, yes, what
exactly were we afraid of? It was
a girl’s locker room!
Somewhere in the last fifty years, Americans have reverted
back to our prudish, Puritan beliefs regarding our bodies and nakedness, which
is completely ridiculous considering what you see when we flip on the TV, open
a magazine or log onto the internet.
So, I propose a completely different theory. Over the last fifty years, the overly demanding and critical
diet scene has forced all of us to be ashamed of our bodies. We have been trained to look for every
flaw in the mirror; therefore we expect others to do the same when given the
chance to judge, such as in a locker room.
The American body image disaster is growing out of
proportion. We are constantly
bombarded by diet pills, insane exercise regimes, dangerous cleanses and new
surgical techniques- all of them telling us that our bodies aren’t good enough
as they are now. I haven’t been
away long enough to forget that there is an obesity epidemic sweeping America
right now. One could argue that
these are all trying to help those suffering. The possible causes of the obesity epidemic are vast, but
let me add one more. Because our
society demands perfection in the media, we’ve been forced to accept that a
“healthy” acceptable body is never attainable. If you can’t reach it, why try? Faced with these unreachable expectations, it’s
understandable for someone to turn to comfort- food.
It’s important for all of us to remember that what is represented
in the American media is far from healthy, apart maybe from the Dove
advertisements. Americans seem to
have forgotten that women are supposed to have natural curves. A
truly healthy woman is not a stick figure with plastic orbs jutting out from our
chests.
Biologically speaking, a truly healthy woman has to have
some fat in order to support a baby; if not, her body will stop menstruating
because it’s a lost cause. A young
girl will not start menstruation until her body is 25% fat. A woman is supposed to gain weight
during pregnancy. I’m honestly
sickened to hear our media congratulate women’s quick “recoveries” from
pregnancy weight. Without gaining
enough weight, you’re actually starving your baby. And it has been proven that the only way to loose baby weight quickly after pregnancy is not
dependent on how much weight you gained, but whether you maintained a healthy
exercise regime during your pregnancy.
Uganda does not suffer from this insane body image
problem. In fact, if you are too
skinny, people tend to think you’re sick, most likely suffering from HIV. Only when you gain weight, will someone
compliment you. Women here are
dream to be curvaceous. Big
breasts, big hips, big butt. Women
don’t worry about sit-ups, burning a certain number of calories or restraining
their diet. They eat meals of
mostly carbs, their work out consists of fetching water and digging in the
fields and no one would consider turning down a full calorie soda. The ads plastered in towns read: Want a
big bum?
At Camp GLOW East, the American counselors had to face a
situation completely new to our generation. The bathing area was just one narrow room to be shared with
all counselors at the same time.
Of course, none of the Ugandan counselors thought it was alarming. But a number of the Peace Corps
volunteers were shocked that they had to be completely naked among other
women. Although it may have been a
challenge, everyone bathed. No one
smelled like a sewer by the end of the week! Many of us may not have acknowledged it at the time, but I
think the Americans learned a very important lesson at Camp GLOW: to be
comfortable with and accepting of their own bodies. Nearly all American women need to learn this lesson.
During the week of Camp GLOW, I helped one of my visually
impaired campers, Sammy, by carrying her basin of water to the campers’ bathing
area, while someone else lead her there.
I know that all the girls laughed at me because I carried it with my
arms, slopping water every which way, instead of carrying it on my head. I’m just not coordinated enough for the
head maneuver. The first time I
entered the girls’ bathing area, after loudly announcing myself, I was
shocked. Among young, adolescent
girls, there was no air of embarrassment or discomfort. In fact, as compared to their first day
of camp, I speculated they were more comfortable here than during their group
reflection time. One girl was
practically dancing while another was loudly singing. No one seemed to mind my presence. If anything, the only judgment in that bathing area was
directed at me and my water carrying disabilities.
Many of the girls go to boarding school, and I imagine their
bathing time may be the only time they allowed to be silly and disruptive
because no one’s supervising them.
Instead of a time of dread, they may actually enjoy their freedom. In the dorms, there were no swift locker
room tricks. The girls just got
dressed will chatting and joking around.
And that’s the way it should be.
In Uganda, you will never that sick banter we’ve come to
accept in America. “Well, I just
hate my thighs. I can’t stand
wearing shorts because my thighs are just too big!” “Ugh, well you’ve got a great, flat stomach. I’ve done everything possible, but
nothing’s helping this flabby part.
See, right here?” Why do we
partake in this negative behavior?
And why are we nervous about the women that don't have anything to add to this body bashing ritual? The only time I’ve ever heard a Ugandan women complain about her bodies,
it has been in reference to my hair because they think it is so much more
manageable. To be fair, if they
plait their hair, the process can take anywhere from 6 to 20 hours!
I only hope that women everywhere can say to themselves “I
love my body. It may not be
perfect according to the media, but it is perfect for me. As my goal, I have no weight, size or
shape in mind; I only strive to be healthy.” After the psychological damage that has been inflicted on us
for many decades, this change won’t happen over time. But as women, we have to work together to change attitudes,
conversations and habits. We want
our daughters or granddaughters to be confident and proud of their bodies.
Needless to say, I won’t be running around naked just
anywhere. One evening at camp, as
I was struggling to carry my basin of water to the bathing areas, I was forced
to set it down to readjust myself.
With the wind blowing and my arms shaking, my thin wrap of fabric
covering my naked body was threatening to slip off as I was walking in the
school compound, in front of both dorms.
A nearby Ugandan counselor shouted, “You should have just kept
going! It’s only ladies here!”
Monday, August 20, 2012
My Trip Through Photos (Delayed!)
Here are some of the photos from my trip in May. I didn't get all the cool safari pictures, but there are a few!
I'm not a fan of cats... |
A teacher at my school who was SO excited to meet my visitors |
Breakfast at the hotel closest to my trading center |
JACKFRUIT |
Whole fried Tilapia fish, fresh from Lake Victoria |
The man who kept us safe from the leopards, elephants and hyenas at night! |
Our tents on the safari |
Zanzibar! |
Trying to bargain for dresses and scarves |
Friday, August 10, 2012
An "American" Visitor
One of the things I miss about America is our unwillingness
to openly discuss religion and politics.
These topics are so emotionally charged, you never know whom you may
offend, so you might as well say nothing at all. At least that’s how I thought things were in America. Ironically, a recent experience in
Uganda challenged what I thought I knew about America, religion and gender.
About a month ago, on a particularly scorching Sunday
afternoon, my landlord came to my door.
He was very excited to announce that an American visited their church
that day and was hoping he could introduce us. Apparently some missionaries had been visiting Busolwe, and
one managed to make the journey to Butaleja. Most people here assume that all Americans either know each
other or have interest in making this acquaintance. Despite the fact that Nathan and I were about to enjoy a
wonderful lunch of hummus and chapatti chips, I couldn’t disappoint my
landlord. I agreed, but asked for
time to “get ready.” Even though
it was approaching 3 pm, I still needed to change out of my pajamas, jump into
a clean skirt, throw on a bra, wash my face and fix my hair to look somewhat
presentable.
Nathan and I settled into the plastic chairs set on the
veranda for our meeting and waited.
Within minutes, my landlord, a local reverend and the American enter the
compound. Nathan had already met
the American earlier that week in Busolwe, so the American immediately says, “It’s
Nate right?” and they shook hands.
I shook hands with him as he took his seat on my right, but he never
asked for my name. As a matter of
fact, he never introduced himself, apart from the fact that he was from Dallas,
Texas, he never asked us how we were doing or even what we were doing here. Maybe I’ve been living in Uganda for
too long, where greeting is essential for any interaction, but I was offended
right off the bat. If only I knew
what was to come.
The only thing he did ask about ourselves, “So what religion
do ya’ll believe in?” Even in
America, I refuse to answer this question. It is no one’s business. My go-to response in Uganda is to say, “Americans don’t like
to talk about religion.” Welp,
this American threw that stereotype right out the window. I simply stared right back at him, so
shocked I couldn’t react, but Nathan thankfully managed a response, “I was
raised Catholic.”
“Oh, like the Mary, Joseph, Mary, Jesus thing?” as he
mockingly crossed himself. Not
only did he break the cardinal American rule of respecting one’s privacy, he
openly mocked a stranger’s religion.
Neither Nathan nor I knew what to say, but I don’t think he was looking
for a response. He just kept
talking.
From there, he tumbled onto the subject of Islam. I have no idea how he broached the
subject, but he declared, “Islamists are closing in on Dallas. They’re everywhere! All those terrorists.”
I couldn’t help but say, “You know, not all of them are
terrorists.”
“Honey, have you ever heard of 9/11?”
“Yes, but those were extremists. I stayed in Senegal for a while, a predominately Muslim
country, but they have a very peaceful history.”
“Senegal? Where
is that?”
Oh geez.
Ignorance and religious intolerance. Should I really be surprised? “West Africa.”
“Well, no, honey.
I’m talking about those extremists in Iran and Iraq!”
“Yeah, but there are extreme Christians too.” I’m not sure he was even listening to
me anymore because he instantly changed the subject. In that short exchange, he realized that he was never going
to get through to me. I have a poisoned
mind, so he focused the rest of his spiel for Nathan. Poor Nathan- he wanted to be on his best behavior because he
was worried about offending my landlord.
Leaving Islam behind, the American launched into the little
known story of Adam and Eve. And
he wasn’t just telling us. He was
Baptist style preaching at us!
With all his passion, he jumped up from his chair and was bouncing
around the veranda emphasizing one point or another. I considered telling him that he was talking way too fast-
no one besides Nathan or I could understand a word he said! Out of the corner of my eye, I watched
Patricia pretend to wash a saucepan as she giggled at his garbled speech and
flare for drama. I decided against
it. I didn’t want to draw out this
interaction any longer than it needed to be. Unbeknownst to the American, the last time I had been
preached the story of Adam and Eve, I was struggling to understand the French
of my Muslim host parents in Senegal.
Amazing that the religion he was bashing only moments before has the
same roots as his.
When the American finally reached the part about the
creation of Eve, things started to go even further downhill very quickly. “So God here, he made this perfect 36”
24” 36”.” Yes, he means to say
Eve, woman or female. Any of those
nouns would have been appropriate.
Instead, we’re only worth our measurements, according to this man of
God. He continued to say that
although Adam was the perfect creation, God made him a companion. Instantly, I cut in with my usual witty
comment that never fails, “Maybe Eve is the perfect creation. He may have realized that he made
mistakes when he made Adam, so he made perfection when he made women.” He laughed, told me I was entertaining,
but get real, it doesn’t say that in the Bible. “Maybe it would have if it wasn’t written by a man.” He brushed me off and continued.
I have a big mouth.
It’s not surprising that I cut him off again, around the time he’s
preaching about the order of all things: God, Jesus, man, woman. “How do you even convert women to this
religion?” I honestly don’t think
he answered the question. He just
reminded me that women start most cults.
No wonder. I wouldn’t want
any part of religion that told me to serve men.
In the end, I learned a few things about Christianity- or
his version of Christianity- that day from our fellow American:
1.
A marriage can only be successful if a woman is
submissive to her husband.
2.
Women were created to serve men and be their
helpers.
3.
Women are not allowed to teach or preach, unless
it is to younger women.
4.
Women are the leaders in creating cults.
After about an hour, he finally tired himself out. I doubt he sensed that both Nathan and
I were seething just beneath the surface.
We said our good-byes, but before my landlord escorted them out, he
said, “Oh I’m so sorry if he offended you!” Regardless of what the American said, I would never blame my
landlord. I was comforted though
that at least my landlord had sensed at least our discomfort, if not our
anger. “No, no, it’s ok. He’s American. He should know better. Americans don’t talk about religion
with strangers. Don’t worry about
it.”
Uganda doesn’t have the same idea of privacy as we do. A common exchange will follow the
following questions: what’s your name, where are you from, what do you do,
what’s your religion. I’ve been in
Uganda for a year and a half and had many in depth conversations about
religion. It took me until that
day that I have never had anyone actually try to convert me to anything. Some people joked about it, but no one
ever seriously evangelized to me.
In Uganda, Christians, Catholics, Born Agains and Muslims all live
together without trying to change one another. On the P7 social studies test, they have religious
questions. For every number, there
is a Christian question and an Islamic question. Most schools actually prefer to teach both religions because
it gives their P7 studies a better edge on the exam because they can pick and
choose which questions they want to answer.
Religion intolerance isn’t a big issue in Uganda. And although America was founded on the
tolerance of religion, maybe we refuse to talk about it because we know that
many people won’t let us just be us.
But that’s what tolerance is all about: letting other people just do their thing, as long as they aren’t
hurting anyone.
Growing up in California, I was sheltered from sexist views,
like the ones this Dallas man expressed.
I couldn’t have a more feminist mother! Growing up, I probably thought that girls could do more than boys, not the other way around. I spend so much time in Uganda fighting for gender
inequality, forgetting that there are places in America that still need that
message.
It's Your Turn
I've spent a lot of time on my blog talking about what I do to help my community and Uganda. Now, it's your turn!
What are you helping with?
My dedicated followers will remember my past posts about Camp GLOW. For those who need a refresher course:
With hopes to improve gender equality in Uganda and empower girls with leadership skills, Camp G.L.O.W. (Girls Leading Our World) is a weeklong camp for 13-16 year old girls. Although Uganda is slowly improving the educational and employment opportunities for women, men still dominate most aspects of Ugandan life; however, history has proven that an empowered woman is an integral part of development of a community and country. Additionally, the camp strives to bring together and unite Ugandan girls in a nation of 54 languages and cultures to help promote a national identity.
Camp G.L.O.W. will inspire young Ugandan women to overcome their cultural differences, bond over the common language of English and work together for gender equality. By addressing the important issues facing young Ugandan women in a safe and comfortable environment, we hope to develop well-informed, confident female leaders of Uganda. Camp G.L.O.W.’s activities strive to equip the girls with skills that will lead to a happy, healthy and successful life through health education, life skills, goal setting, sports, creative arts, and testimony from successful Ugandan women. After Camp G.L.O.W., each girl will return to her community as a leader ready to spread her new knowledge, skills and experience among her peers.
In short, Camp GLOW is pretty much a summer camp, for girls only! They have a chance not only to learn about important like life skills, healthy living and leadership, they get to have fun. It's an amazing opportunity for girls to, maybe for the first time, realize that they are special, important and just as good as any boy.
Peace Corps Uganda is in the midst of creating some very important traditions hosting Camp GLOW. Last year, I was a counselor for the second annual National Camp GLOW. This year, I'm one of the co-directors for our third annual National Camp GLOW, which will be taking place in December 2012. At this year's camp, we expect to host 150 girls from all over the country for a week of learning, fun and friendship.
How can you help?
This is where you come in! We need to fundraise to help pay for the camp's expenses. A wonderful school near Kampala has agreed to host us, provide cooks, nurses and security guards, water, electricity, classrooms and dorms, all for FREE! The remaining expenses include food, transport for campers and counselors, printing handbooks and some normal camp materials for friendship bracelets and painting. Every girl coming will contribute about $5 to show her commitment, but the rest is coming from our loving friends and family back in America. Anything you contribute will help us reach our goal of $10,000! Don't forget, it's all tax-deductible.
How do you donate?
www.peacecorps.gov/donate
Search for our grant with its number: 617-057
Double check that you've found the right one. Below is all of our information:
Country: Uganda
Project Name: National Camp GLOW (Girls Leading Our World)
Volunteer: Briston, L. (One of my fellow co-directors)
State: PA
Number: 617-057
Want to know more about Camp GLOW?
Check out my blog post from last year that also has some photos:
http://ugandareadthis-iaintlion.blogspot.com/2011/12/glowing-with-pride.html
http://ugandareadthis-iaintlion.blogspot.com/2012/01/camp-glow-through-photos.html
Thank you so much for all of your support and interest in our girls! Don't worry, I'll be sure to post lots of pictures of Camp GLOW 2012 so you can see the joy you helped bring.
Any further questions?
Either email me directly or just comment here, and I'll do my best to answer them.
What are you helping with?
My dedicated followers will remember my past posts about Camp GLOW. For those who need a refresher course:
With hopes to improve gender equality in Uganda and empower girls with leadership skills, Camp G.L.O.W. (Girls Leading Our World) is a weeklong camp for 13-16 year old girls. Although Uganda is slowly improving the educational and employment opportunities for women, men still dominate most aspects of Ugandan life; however, history has proven that an empowered woman is an integral part of development of a community and country. Additionally, the camp strives to bring together and unite Ugandan girls in a nation of 54 languages and cultures to help promote a national identity.
Camp G.L.O.W. will inspire young Ugandan women to overcome their cultural differences, bond over the common language of English and work together for gender equality. By addressing the important issues facing young Ugandan women in a safe and comfortable environment, we hope to develop well-informed, confident female leaders of Uganda. Camp G.L.O.W.’s activities strive to equip the girls with skills that will lead to a happy, healthy and successful life through health education, life skills, goal setting, sports, creative arts, and testimony from successful Ugandan women. After Camp G.L.O.W., each girl will return to her community as a leader ready to spread her new knowledge, skills and experience among her peers.
In short, Camp GLOW is pretty much a summer camp, for girls only! They have a chance not only to learn about important like life skills, healthy living and leadership, they get to have fun. It's an amazing opportunity for girls to, maybe for the first time, realize that they are special, important and just as good as any boy.
Peace Corps Uganda is in the midst of creating some very important traditions hosting Camp GLOW. Last year, I was a counselor for the second annual National Camp GLOW. This year, I'm one of the co-directors for our third annual National Camp GLOW, which will be taking place in December 2012. At this year's camp, we expect to host 150 girls from all over the country for a week of learning, fun and friendship.
How can you help?
This is where you come in! We need to fundraise to help pay for the camp's expenses. A wonderful school near Kampala has agreed to host us, provide cooks, nurses and security guards, water, electricity, classrooms and dorms, all for FREE! The remaining expenses include food, transport for campers and counselors, printing handbooks and some normal camp materials for friendship bracelets and painting. Every girl coming will contribute about $5 to show her commitment, but the rest is coming from our loving friends and family back in America. Anything you contribute will help us reach our goal of $10,000! Don't forget, it's all tax-deductible.
How do you donate?
www.peacecorps.gov/donate
Search for our grant with its number: 617-057
Double check that you've found the right one. Below is all of our information:
Country: Uganda
Project Name: National Camp GLOW (Girls Leading Our World)
Volunteer: Briston, L. (One of my fellow co-directors)
State: PA
Number: 617-057
Want to know more about Camp GLOW?
Check out my blog post from last year that also has some photos:
http://ugandareadthis-iaintlion.blogspot.com/2011/12/glowing-with-pride.html
http://ugandareadthis-iaintlion.blogspot.com/2012/01/camp-glow-through-photos.html
Thank you so much for all of your support and interest in our girls! Don't worry, I'll be sure to post lots of pictures of Camp GLOW 2012 so you can see the joy you helped bring.
Any further questions?
Either email me directly or just comment here, and I'll do my best to answer them.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)