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WomanStats Goes Abroad Part Two: Adventures in Uganda
I had been told and prepared in our prep course before we left for Uganda that this country was unlike any other in Africa. However, nothing could prepare me for the absolute beauty I encountered as I stepped off the plane and onto the runway in Kampala. Uganda has been named “the pearl of Africa” and this is no overstatement. Unlike the pictures from National Geographic and the images on TV I had seen of vast deserts and prairies in many parts of Africa, Uganda is completely green with bright red/orange dirt. It rains almost daily and because of this, the landscape continues to stay green.
About half of my time was spent in Gulu, the northern part of the country, where most of the destruction from the war with the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) occurred. Here I spent a lot of time travelling to remote little villages in some of the poorest districts in Uganda to interview women about their lives. It was always a little scary hopping onto the back of a boda boda, a taxi motorcycle, with a man who barely spoke any English and being whisked away on little dirt roads leading to what appeared to me as the middle of nowhere.
But the experiences I had in those little villages interviewing the women and getting to know them and their lives are probably some of the most impactful moments I have had. I always travelled with an interpreter because although the national language is English, most people in these villages never had the opportunity to go to school or learn English. Whenever I had a few spare moments to talk with women who weren’t being interviewed for the research I had come to do, I would always ask them to tell me about their lives and their views of the world. The next few paragraphs are some of the interactions I had with various women during my time in the villages and elsewhere in Uganda.
An overwhelmingly majority of the women I talked to in the remote villages discussed the hardships they faced. It was difficult for them to spend their entire day farming, cooking, and tending to children while many of the men went into the larger towns to drink or talk with friends instead of helping with these tasks. Many of these same women earned the vast majority, if not all, of their family’s income through selling the crops they had grown. These families lived on less than $0.50 a day and it was often very difficult to get all the necessities the family needed and frequently they would go hungry in order to feed their children.
Although their lives were very difficult, these were happy people. Everyone would sit around and laugh and exchange stories as they went about doing their work. I remember once I was sitting with a group of women, one of which knew a few words of English, and she tried to teach me a few words in Luo. I would try very hard to concentrate on how she was pronouncing the words and then of course, I would repeat them back. But once I did that, all the assembled women would break out into a chorus of laughter at my very poor Luo. I had a great time and I spent the majority of the time laughing right along with them. I probably sounded pretty ridiculous. They ended up nicknaming me the “jolly woman” and every time I returned, my interpreter would tell me that’s what they were calling me.
I spent a few days travelling around the Amuru district in northern Uganda interviewing different NGOs (Non-Governmental Organization), learning about the work they do with a woman from that district. As with everyone else I met, I was eager to learn about her life and what she thought of the world around her. She began to tell me her story and told me that her husband had been killed during the war leaving her and her two daughters to fend for themselves. As is common in Uganda, the land she lived on was snatched up right from under her feet by her in-laws. Because property rights for women are sticky, with the Constitution guaranteeing women property rights but also allowing customary laws to supersede the Constitution, many women do not have rights to property; instead, they are only able to use the land their husband owns and once he has passed away, the land traditionally goes to his family in order to preserve the estate leaving his wife and children with nothing. Because this woman had no male children, the family strongly believed she should no longer have access to the land to farm. I was assured that this was not an isolated incident in Uganda. Instead, this was the way life worked for the women in Uganda.
I asked this same woman about the practice of dowry, which in Uganda is the equivalent of bride price where the groom buys cows for the bride’s family as a condition of marriage, and how this made her feel. Without hesitating she answered that this solidified a woman’s position in her family as a piece of property, to be used at her husband’s will and pleasure. I asked her if she thought getting rid of this practice would help women to become equal to their husbands. She agreed with this but also told me a little about the practice of polygyny and the mitigating effects dowry had on this. Polygyny is still legal in Uganda, which leads many men to marry multiple women. However, as my new friend pointed out to me, a man must pay dowry for each woman he wishes to marry. Therefore, men that could not afford the additional dowry expenses generally only married one woman. To my friend, it seemed that dowry helped keep men in check and only once polygyny was outlawed should the practice of dowry be done away with.
On one of my many, many bus rides to and from Gulu, I ended up sitting next to a woman who worked for an NGO that specialized in property rights for women but also held classes about HIV/AIDS, domestic violence, and husband/wife relationships. I asked her about what her organization did to promote land rights for women and whether or not they had been successful. Very excitedly she told me it was her job to raise awareness in surrounding villages about the importance of land rights for women and teaching them what the Constitution had to say on the subject in order to instigate change in customary law. She said at first they hadn’t been too successful because the beliefs about women and property are very entrenched in the society. Secondly, because there are many organizations which focus on women’s issues in Uganda, men began to feel left out and would react by trying to retain their privileged standing in society.
Once this property rights organization began integrating men and their needs into their development strategy, it became much easier to convince them of the importance of property rights for women. However, the organization took this one step further and began to offer classes about how men and women needed to work together, as equal partners, in order to solve the problems they faced, mainly issues dealing with property rights. I, of course, was elated to hear that this organization had the foresight to see that men and women are two halves of society that need to work together, equally, to make a better world.
Travelling around the “pearl of Africa” has taught me a lot about life and especially about the lives women around the world lead. Although the situation in Uganda has room for improvement, I know that there is a bright future ahead as men and women learn to see each other as equals and work for a better future.


Posted by JH on 11 November 2011; Women (General)

WomanStats Goes Abroad: Costa Rica
After glossing over the syllabus for my Modern Latin American History class during our first lecture, I couldn’t help but notice one glaring exemption – Costa Rica was not mentioned anywhere; not in the quiz schedule, not in the lecture material, not in any of the readings or the study guides. When I asked the Professor why this was he shrugged and explained that when studying history we tend to focus our attention on the countries with turbulent pasts; countries with wars, revolutions, class struggles, and events we can analyze. This was understandable, especially in a class that covered such a large area over such a large period of time. Compared to Argentina, Brazil, and Mexico, Costa Rica had it easy. They had been a stable functioning democracy since the short-lived “revolution” in 1948, and even before then they were a fairly established, independent, self-governing society. I asked about its tourism industry, knowing the professor specialized in the history of tourism and that Costa Rica was renowned for its beautiful black and white sand beaches, good surfing, and laid back Rastafarian atmosphere. He shrugged again. As far as tourism went, Costa Rica was doing it right. They weren’t compromising their majestic cloud or rainforests, polluting their waters, or isolating their land into privately owned resorts, but rather preserving them through ecologically friendly efforts. Their culture, being heavily influenced by the United States and typical Western culture, was already friendly and accessible to American and European tourists alike.
While we were having this conversation, I was overly aware of my wrist where my favorite souvenirs from my time in the land of “Pura Vida” were tied: two simple bracelets – one bought from a street side artisan vendor in the city of San Jose and another given to me by the Nicaraguan refugee children I taught in the slum of Carpio, just east of the capital. While I couldn’t help but agreeing with a lot of what he was saying, I also knew from the six weeks I had just spent in that country that Costa Rica had its own demons it was still fighting.
The largest of these was the Latin idea of machismo. Prevalent in many Latin American countries, Costa Rica was no exception. For the most part, women are expected to stay in the home and raise the children, especially in the more rural areas away from San Jose. In that way, staying at home as a woman became a social symbol. If you had a husband with a good enough job that allowed you to stay home, you would. During our six week stay, we lived with a Tico family of four in the suburb of San Pedro. The mother, Duerin, stayed at home while the father, Oscar, worked two jobs to support the family. He was gone before we left the house at 7 each morning and returned well after we had retired to our bedrooms around 9 that evening. She did all of the cooking, cleaning, and chores around the house – except on the weekend. On the weekends the social order seemed to be turned on its head. Oscar seemed to get home from work early and would not only take those two days to play and take of their two children, Pamela and Samuel, but after every meal he would do the dishes and help clean up after the meals. A few houses down the road, where my friend Stanley was staying with Oscar’s parents, every weekend signaled the Papa Tico that it was his turn to wake up early and make breakfast to give his wife a break from cooking every morning. According to Stanley, his gallo pinto (a traditional breakfast dish made from rice, onion, black beans and other spices) was even better than his wife’s.
However, in the urban center it was not unusual to see women – especially younger women - walking to and from the banks where they were tellers, or from the many hospitals downtown where they were performing their residencies to become nurses. Teaching seemed to be an occupation dominated by women. In the school where I volunteered, there were only four males on the staff of 50–
one of which was the principal. Very rarely were these women married, meaning a majority of the women I interacted with had either never been married or had been divorced. Take for instance, Ruth, one of the English teachers we volunteered with. When I was there, she was putting herself through school at the local university and teaching during the day, while raising three children as a single mother because her husband had an affair and left her a few years before. This kind of family dynamic is becoming the norm. With single-mother- headed households on the rise in Costa Rica, it is hard to see where women - who are traditionally kept out of the work force because of familial obligation - will fit into the economic system. Because of this 24% of mother-only families are below the poverty line, especially those in the rural area, outside of San Jose. They tend to take jobs at maids, cleaners and other forms of work with subservient pay and unstable job retention. And, due to its legal practice in the country, some women become prostitutes.
Luckily, I only had one run-in with this practice in the six weeks I lived in the country. A group of friends and I were walking a few blocks north of the central avenue, in a more posh area of the city. There were European style hotels that obviously catered to a higher tourist clientele, and on the corner by a Swill style chateau there were two women clearly dressed to signal their profession. We were a little shocked, especially because a cop car was parked a few blocks away and our American sensibilities were telling us that the cop car should be arresting them, or at least telling them to scatter. It wasn’t until later when I did a little research that I realized where they were located was no accident. While Tico men frequent prostitutes, sex tourism is a large source of the industry. Men from other countries come to Costa Rica for the explicit purpose of having sex with a Tica (while women come from other countries as well, a significant majority of sexual tourists to Costa Rica are men). Unfortunately, it has also created an off-shoot of illegal child prostitution. Thankfully the Costa Rican government has cracked down on this practice in the last few years, but there were signs throughout the community that showed it was still an issue. Driving to my project everyday on the bus there was a billboard with a pair of sad, brown eyes looking out at you. Underneath it reads “I am not a tourist attraction.” If that wasn’t jarring enough, the first thing you see when you exit the ‘international arrivals’ gate at the San Jose airport is a cardboard cutout of a police officer holding a sign that says “having sex with a minor (under 18 years) is illegal.” However, this is made difficult by the legality of prostitution for those over the age of 18 as differentiated between the over 18 and under 18 line can be difficult. The United States had aided in attempting to halt their citizens from practicing child prostitution by making it a federal crime to have sex with a minor in another country, and hopefully the Costa Rican government will continue to reduce this occurrence of this practice.
American and other western influences are seen in other areas of society. Fashion and style trends are very similar to what is seen in the American media. Women are never seen out in public without full-make-up and heels. Whether going to the movie or to the market, women always wear heels. All clothes, including women’s medical scrubs are tailored to show of female curves. American media has also changed the perception of American women in the country. Without fail, unless I was walking with Stanley, and even sometimes when I was with Stanley, I would get shouted or whistled at by Tico men on the street. Female volunteers were repeatedly told never to go anywhere by ourselves or with another girl at night and were given a very strict dress code. While Tica’s consistently wore low-cut shirts, short skirts, and no sleeves, we were told to have our knees, shoulders, and chests covered at all times. Even with those guidelines, there were still some issues of intense sexual harassment.
That being said, there were some less obvious differences, some good and some not. While travelling in the tourist city of La Fortuna, we were waiting for the bus back to San Jose, and a woman sat there breast-feeding her baby in public with no cover. It happened again in downtown San Jose in the Plaza del Oro. The women didn’t receive any odd looks as if it were a completely normal occurrence. This was starkly different from the US where a women breast-feeding in public, even with a cover, is bound to get judgmental looks. However, in a less positive vein, the first time I saw a woman with obvious signs of having been physically abused, I was sad to realize I was the only one who seemed disturbed by the bruises on her arms, cheeks, and eyes. The second time I saw this I noticed the same thing - I was the only one on the bus obviously disturbed by this. Or course, it could mean several different things. It could be that there was a social stigma against openly staring at a woman who was abused. It could be that it happened so often that other people, including other women, did not notice it anymore. It could also mean that, as these women were Nicaraguan immigrants (once derogatorily described to me as ‘the Mexicans of Costa Rica’ by a native Tico) that ‘their’ abuses weren’t worth caring about because they were already draining money from the system. In any case, this indifference was incredibly disturbing and left me feeling unsettled for days afterwards.
At the WomanStats project we have a saying: “once a coder, always a coder.” You’re trained to see the world and its anecdotes as data points that display an overarching attitude of a country. By experiencing Costa Rica through this lens, I realized how important this project is to humanity across the globe. There are many, many good things about Costa Rica – in fact, the good outweigh the bad. The people are happy, have a stable government, and a strong sense of religious community and social and ecological responsibility. I could not begin to count the number of times I saw men and boys stand up on the bus so a woman with a small child or an elderly person could have their seat; likewise not a week would go by without me witnessing a total stranger reaching out to help take care of or comfort a child that was not their own. However, there are some things that need fixing as well. The goal for the country and its citizens now is to keep the good while purging itself of the bad.