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20 April 2007

Matzah and Matoke

Noah was the first one to tell me about the Abayudaya Jews, long before I actually arrived in Uganda. The Abayudaya form a relatively small community who fall outside the general operating religions of Uganda (it’s widely assumed that you are Christian, Muslim, or Pagan):

The Abayudaya (Abayudaya is Luganda for "People of Judah", analogous to Children of Israel) are a Baganda community in eastern Uganda near the town of Mbale who practice Judaism. Although they are not genetically or historically related to other ethnic Jews, they are generally devout in their practice of the religion, keeping kashruth, and observing Shabbat. Today, the group is recognized by members of the Reform and Conservative sects of Judaism.

As I was already on holiday in the south of the country, it made perfect sense to visit the Abayudaya during Passover, which of course, is any good Jewish girl’s favorite holiday (I still maintain however that I am not religious!). Pesach (Passover), for those who don’t know, is the Jewish holiday celebrating freedom (specifically the Jews freedom from slavery in Egypt) and the retelling of the story of Exodus. The primary event associated with the holiday is a meal and ceremony called Seder – the most famous seder for gentiles being the last supper – where particular songs are sang, questions asked, and crackers hidden (totally tangential information: but the piece of unleavened bread or cracker, aka matzah, that is hidden is called the afikomen. When I was boarding a flight to Tel Aviv two years ago the flight attendant nearly refused me on the plane when she asked if I was Jewish, and then didn’t believe me when I couldn’t recall the name of the half piece of matza… oy gavalt).

So, after a night in Mbale and the visit to Sipi, where I linked up with some Israeli doctors working in Kampala, I took a 20-minute boda boda ride outside of Mbale to Nabugoye hill.

Mbale and the Abayudaya on a map:


The community chairperson, named Israel, greeted me warmly, took me to his home, and gave me a brief tour of the synagogue grounds. It wasn’t long before I found Sarah, a 16 year Abayudaya, who is a friend of Noah. She showed me the school, gardens, and area where a student delegation of 20 Israelis was camping. Said Israelis came for Pesach with 12 kilos of Matzah and a few dozen bottles of kosher wine.

Can you picture it:150+ black, African Jews, speaking Hebrew, wearing Tallit and Kippot, singing Dayenu, and eating Matzah and Matoke (with maybe 10 Jewish Muzungus from various parts of East Africa and 20 Israelis)?

Incredible to say the least! I hope you can picture it, because, as Passover is treated the same as Shabbat I couldn’t take any photos after sunset. Rabbi Aaron Kintu Moses led the Seder from a proper Haggadah; this must have been the most brain-bending aspect for me, being able to sing songs I’ve grown up singing with people from such widely varied backgrounds.

Three children rotated sitting on my lap, as there were not nearly enough seats for the large group. Similarly, in lieu of the expected four glasses of wine, we counted sips. The charoset was composed of peanut butter and bananas, not apples and walnuts, and (sadly) there was no Matzah ball soup, but there is no question that this was the greatest Passover experience.

For the first time, and largely a result of discussions I’ve had in Uganda about faith (and my lack of), I’ve been able to really process what areas of my personal life, work and academic interests, and beliefs are deeply connected to fundamental areas of Judaism – a need for community cohesion and social inclusion, cultural continuity, and perseverance in light of persecution.

The Abayudayas’ proclamation concerning faith is presented more eloquently than mine:
Why the Abayudaya chose to be Jewish

The following reasons, taken from the Abayudaya website help to explain why members of the Abayudaya congregation have persisted in their practice of Judaism despite the various constraints which make it difficult to do so.

The lack of firm and independent foundation of belief in other religions; for instance:

  1. African traditional religion believes that the dead, big rocks/trees, certain animals have influence over life, which is not true. Christianity's doctrine of the trinity is not only confusing to a simple mind but even to a logical one. We don't agree with their emphasis on salvation. Some of the Islamic doctrines seem to be a misconception of Judaism. For instance, Islam is not clear on the characteristics of Kosher and non-kosher animals; camels and rabbits are “Kosher” to Muslims. This is a consequence of the misconception of the idea of a divided hoof and chewing of the cud. The idea of Jihad (“Holy War”) eliminates the possibility of peace from Islam.
  2. The other reason is that the Torah protects individuals who observe it from behaviours and conducts that might be dangerous to their life, both spiritually and physically. For instance, the prohibition against adultery/promiscuity protects people from contracting HIV and from family instabilities. The prohibition against marriage with a close relative protects individuals from genetically transmitted illnesses. Circumcision is somewhat protective against the spread of HIV. Proper observance of Shabbat reduces exhaustion and body wear and tear; while the numerous festivals are times of joy, happiness and spiritual relaxation which are necessary for mental health.
  3. The Ten Commandments are a great gift to world peace and harmony without which men would “eat” each other in broad daylight.
  4. Lastly, the world of Judaism is a world of brotherhood, where, despite ideological and doctrinal differences, every Jew is responsible for the other. Judaism is the fabric that is common to many different cultures. We wish to be part of the people who over centuries have faced the most ugly hatred, mistreatment and attempted extinction but have persistently continued to exist. To be part of a People whose existence is miraculous in itself. To be part of a People whose doctrine served as the foundation of faith for the world's major religions.

Problems of maintaining a Jewish community

The most serious problem is religious prejudice. In Uganda a Jew is referred to as Christ killer. On several occasions, some of us have failed job interviews just for being Jews.

The fact that Kakungulu converted from Christianity to Judaism made Christians unhappy with him. After his death, the Abayudaya continued to suffer persecution.

The Muslims regarded Abayudaya as abandoned people by God and they often referred to members of our congregation as monkeys, with intent to suppress the idea of Judaism in Uganda.

As already noted some individuals have attempted to use political power to eliminate the foundations of our community, but government policy is tolerant to all religious beliefs. The poor relationship between Israel and the Arabs sometimes spills over to our relationship with our Muslim neighbors.

Under the above conditions we live in anxiety and, since we have not been wholly accepted in the family of Jews, we are neither here not there. We therefore want to be part of the Jewish world, but not isolated Africans who simply claim to be Jews.

We also suffer all dangers of being a minority.

However, we feel very unique in Africa, where almost no other person is Jewish. We are the chosen few.

At party in Atlanta, in February, someone callously asked me if I consider myself Caucasian or Jewish - Phil defiantly responded to her with something along the lines of, “Do you consider yourself Protestant or Sandy Springs?” - and I didn’t give her a very thoughtful response. And similarly, while the highlight of my undergraduate career looked at how displaced people represent these different areas of identity, it was never something I chose to process on a personal level. Experiencing Pesach with the Abayudaya really afforded me with some mental space to look at how I identify myself with others across religious, racial, national, cultural, and ethnic lines - without sending me home from a village born again, black, Ugandan, or feeling more Jewish, per se.

Anyway, enough rambling; I’m much better with visuals!

The gates and school within the community:

Abayudaya gates

Semei Kakungulu High school

The Moses Synagogue:
the synogague

Some elders, smiling:

before sunset

Seder (the only photo I was able to take before sunset/Shabat began):

Passover


A belated chag sameach to you all!

17 April 2007

backlog, March 30 - April 1: Mbale, Sipi

Following my business trip to Kabarole I was able to petition for some holiday/personal leave time. I worked for two days in Kampala at headquarters before heading east, to the Ugandan/Kenyan border city of Mbale, with my dear buddy, Martin, who happened to have the same, conveniently scheduled, time off.

A four-hour adventure on the “Elgon Flyer” bus, on which they played, at painstakingly loud levels, the hit Keauu Reeves/Sandra Bullock flick SPEED (and yes, we were on a bus…oh the ironing is delicious), we arrived to Mbale. My friends Noah and Mark linked me with an American girl called Beth, who is doing an American World Jewish Service fellowship. Her friend Lydia happened to be sitting next to me on the aforementioned bus and helped get me settled into the Mt. Elgon View Hotel, who only had the “Executive Suite” available for me. Awesome.

So, within 15 minutes of meeting Beth ridiculousness of world-shrinking set in. She was telling me about her time studying in Thailand and I was telling her about my ex-boyfriend who studied there too. We’re talking, talking, about Buddhism and development and Thai prostitutes, and low and behold, she knows Mike. JEWISH GEOGRAPHY PREVAILS YET AGAIN.

After some good Indian food I retired, feeling serendipitously confused about the shrinking universe, and wondering what the hell I am doing in Uganda meeting people who know people so close to me…

Beth:
beth

Lydia:
lydia

Martin in my awesome suite:
the executive suite at the mt. elgon view hotel, mbale, uganda.

Martin and I left Mbale and headed to the town of Sipi, on the slopes of Mt. Elgon (Africa’s fourth highest peak!) for some nice R and R with splendid views.

The hotel was great – a simple cabin, clean latrines, hot/solar showers, good food (had to place orders in advance, as in the day before), and of course, a very friendly Ugandan staff who aimed to please.

The view from our front porch: our view for the entire weekend - paradise!

Chillaxin at The Crow’s Nest:
cabin

martin actin' fresh

what what

martin

Our little respite from civilization (kinda):
crows nest

One day we actually tried to leave to hotel and make it into town. One matutu passed us, filled to the gills, and we opted to hold tight and wait it out. About twenty minutes later we opted to start walking to the town, about 11 Km from the hotel. We made it a few minutes down before spotting an encouraging dirt road, and some relaxed guards, the provoked us just enough to investigate…we shortly arrived at a lush lodge, with spectacular views of the falls (with cold beer to boot!):

Looking across the gorge to beautiful Sipi Waterfalls:
the beautiful falls....
falls
sweet hotel

Where I wanted to sleep:
money spot

danger.

We even saw blood lilies, my favorite:
my favorite flower!

Aren’t these the coolest you’ve ever seen?!:
my favorites again


One of the things I love seeing in Uganda is men, or boys holding hands. I think it shares droves about the straightforward friendliness of people here. It is also something I find entertaining in light of the fact that homosexuality is prohibited. As a relatively liberal American I have tried to defend the tenants of equality, shared justice, and our acceptance (or at least my acceptance) of individuality and sexual freedom, but even men who have been holding hands since birth can’t seem to comprehend how two people of the same sex can be more than friends…

my favorite thing about uganda...

More cuties met along the journey, that ended far before we ever reached town:

sipi boys

A full, beautiful, clear, moon in Sipi:
full moon in Sipi

And finally, some breath-stealing views from the top of the ‘nest:
on the road
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martin and the expanse
overlooking sipi