On the far left of our group photo is Holly. Currently she
is studying in Jackson, Mississippi to eventually teach English. She is a
member of Northminster Baptist in Jackson. For this semester though, she has
taken the semester to work at Refuge and Hope through CBF's Student.GO program,
which we support through our giving to the CBF.
Here is a post from Holly from the Refuge and Hope blog:
Refugee Realities
Hello!
My name is Holly and I’ve been interning at Refuge and Hope through the
Cooperative Baptist Fellowship’s student program, Student.Go for the last three
months. My time in Kampala has been so amazing and I only hope I’ve given back
to these students half as much as they’ve given me. This is a post I originally
wrote for my personal blog about a month ago. Since then my relationship with
my students has only deepened and I feel even more blessed to work with these
students every day.
Today
I had a student tell me some of their story. I’ve heard a lot of their stories
from colleagues. I know the life that some students go home to. I know that a
beautiful, sweet family we just had join our center owns only one outfit each
and eats only one meal a day. I have heard of how they’ve seen their father
killed and their mother raped and now they are seriously traumatized. It breaks my
heart when they greet me with a hug and smile every morning. I know part of
their story, but I know it because my boss told me.
But
today a few students stayed to ask a question after class. All were from the
same war-torn country. One student, quite out of the blue, told me he wants to
leave Uganda, but had to flee his country without any documentation so does not
think it is possible. He confided that he wants to leave because he is scared
that someone from his home country will come to Kampala and kill him, probably
in his sleep.
“There
are people here that can do that” he said.
His friend now spoke up and said “I will die in my country. This I will do. If
I have to go, I will go. But I do not want to go here. I do not want to die
away from my country. I have had family die there, you know.”
His friend chimed in “You know that in my country, they have killed 800
people.”
The other patted his back and said “Many more than 800 have been killed, my
friend.”
They continued on to say that they have done things that they had to ask God
for forgiveness for, things they are “not happy” they did.
All
I could say was that we do things to survive. I told them our past is our past
but you are still good, and loved, by us and by God. I told them that sometimes
people do what they have to do, even if they are not proud of it.
But
really I wanted to go sob in the bathroom. I felt sick seeing the stress and
fear in their eyes from the legitimate thought that tonight they might be
murdered. I just wanted to hug them and cry for them. These students laugh,
they participate and they ask questions. Can you imagine trying to learn
another language when you believe you might be killed at any moment? Even if
this is an irrational fear, it is one he believes fully.
The
thing is, this is not rare at the center. Most of my students have dark pasts.
I often get so frustrated; I’ve already had a hard week with students just not
getting it no matter what I do. Some of them look so lost when I’m teaching
sometimes and it really upsets me. But I have to tell myself, these are not
your average students. If anything, these are students that can’t go home. They
are separated from their families, some maybe forever. It’s the reality of this
place.
I’m
so blessed to get to know them and love them; to get to influence them. I get a
chance to make their day a little bit better. Maybe I won’t teach them all the
best English they could know, but maybe they’ll all laugh in my class. Then, if
only for a tiny second, they might forget that stress or the pain they face
every day. Or they’ll talk with me because they realize that somebody cares. I
want them to learn English, but I want them to know their value, too, because
their value has been stolen from them, in some way, at some point. I hope I’m
doing this. I’m just so thankful for this opportunity to try.
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