Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Three More Years

Imagine heading over to the post office to get your passport for the first time. Next you send that passport off with a completed application form to the embassy in Washington D.C. for the country in which you'd like to travel. A few days later, the passport is returned and you have a beautiful stamp in your book. While I realize this isn't the picture of how most expatriates would actually obtain a work permit, it is the image most of us share given our limited exposure to other countries and cultures.

Obtaining a work permit from inside a developing country is rather different from how it's done from America; and it's rather different from inside each country too. No two processes are alike. I recently had the opportunity to experience the contrast between the process in Kenya and the process in Uganda. I have to be honest that I continue to be surprised at how drastically different the two countries are in so many ways given their close proximity.

Both countries required some kind of proof for the need to be in country. In my case, that proof was the establishment of the NGO (nonprofit) in that country. Once that general step was complete, each with its differing set of hoops, the work permit application begins.

Uganda required a letter from the NGO board recommending me for the proper work permit. Asking in advance what Immigration required was the key to avoiding extra money, travel, and frustration. I simply provided all the documents, signatures, and the NGO Board letter to the Immigration office. I think this is where people get frustrated. Many differing lists of requirements exist and, well, some folks aren't great at documentation and following lists and such. Perhaps my operations management background gives me a leg up in this area. I checked back in the allotted time, paid the prescribed fee, and dropped my passport to receive its final stamp.

In Kenya, though, I needed help from a dear friend, James. Moving around Nairobi in and of itself is exceedingly different than in Uganda. Nairobi is so much more spread out than Uganda and so without his help I would have failed to find the mailbox let alone Nyayo house. Kenya has more information available online and it seems to be consistent. Once he delivered the prescribed documents, we waited. The next step was delivering the money. The next, picking up the approval and then fingerprinting and registering for an alien identity card (wonder if I'll have green skin and google eyes).

Getting to the point of the so far rather boring story, I have heard via personal conversations, Facebook groups, and eavesdropping while waiting in line that those applying for both Ugandan and Kenyan work permits were exceedingly frustrated. Here's why, they'd had:
  • Service providers who were unethical or inattentive.
  • Bribes that were required to get files "unlost."
  • Delays were unexplainable (though a peek inside the office mess explained a bit).
  • Advice differed from one representative to another.
  • Rejection notices seemed not to be warranted.
  • Time was lost.
I could go on. Instead I want you to hear my story.


My story is one of favor - the favor of my Father in heaven. I am truly rejoicing in him for sparing me the anxiety so many have experienced, for giving me favor with the leaders and decision makers in high offices, and for affirming my work through Surprised by Hope. Please, I am not saying he loves only me and all these other people and their unfortunate frustrations are any sign of failure or lack on their part. Not at all. Instead I'm choosing to give him the glory for making my application and approval process relatively easy. Yes, I now have 3 year work permits for both Kenya and Uganda. 2017 here we come!
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Monday, September 29, 2014

Pretty Maasi Sandals

These pretty shoes adorn the feet of many local women. You may have had a chance to see and purchase a pair when I was home. Thanks to a special order, now you have the opportunity to see how they're made and the people who make them.


Cowhide is prepared for shoe making.
The leather is more intricately shaved and prepared.
Ladies in the village create beautiful bead designs.
Both men and women in the city also prepare beautiful bead designs.
These are your's, Tricia, prepared especially for you.
Men cut the shoe shape using wood foot molds for size.

They pound the letter-design around the edge of the shoe
using a metal die and a hunk of plastic.
These are yours, Tricia.
They feed the straps through holes punched into the shoe
and fit them on these forms.


It's usually a production line type process,
but Tricia needed tiny size and so hers were made special.
Glue the straps down to the bottom of the shoe.
Stick the shoes on the sole rubber and cut.


Sandals for sale. Market vendors usually purchase their shoes here
and take them to the wazungu market to sell.
Tricia and Friends shoes...Compared to theirs, my feet look huge...but pretty.
Your finished shoes, Tricia.

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Leslie's 2014 Summer Whirlwind


I rejoiced greatly in the Lord that at last you renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you were concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it.  I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. (Philippians 4:10-13)

I feel a bit like Paul may have when he finally returned to the Philippians. For whatever reason, he was delayed in returning and that delay caused a bit of cooling in some relationships. That's natural, right? Out of sight, out of mind. But the rejoicing truly begins when we realize we were not forgotten, we were missed, and we are still loved.

I can't begin to describe the sense of deep joy and true relief I felt at seeing so many of you (and a bit of sorrow for those around whom I didn't get to wrap my arms). I am something far greater than content with my life in East Africa, but at least part of that contentment is drawn from a place deep within where I know I'm still important to you. Greater still is the joy at knowing that what the Lord is doing through Surprised by Hope is still important to you. What an honor to serve a God who takes us just as we are (in my case, a little rough and bruised) and uses us for his glory.


My very short six weeks at home (U.S.) allowed me to visit all three of my children, lots of friends and family, and several pastors whom I so dearly missed. But what I didn't expect was all the beautiful new pastors and friends I would meet. God multiplied my blessing through you and well…I love those kinds of surprises. More importantly, I was able to share with you what God has been doing through Surprised by Hope and to reveal a bit of his vision for our future …a future of growth and expansion by way of countries and teams as well as a more in-depth focus on community development for pastors.

My first week home (Uganda) was a time of rest and reflection, a time of pressing into the Lord to hear what he would share about my little whirlwind in the States. And well…he affirmed a number of hopes that have tossing around in my heart for a while. I look forward to sharing them all with you in the very near future. For now, know that I am so incredibly thankful for you, for your warm welcome, hugs, and for the many gifts that will enable Surprised by Hope to do what God has created us to do.


Big hugs,
Leslie


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