Good morning from Uganda!

Hello Friends!                

Living without money has been living more like a local than I prefer! No money on Monday was alright, but by the time Friday came, I was getting hungry! Just kidding mom! Good times with the ATM machine lately! After communicating with my bank at home and deciding it was the machine here that was the problem, Didas and I jumped on the motor bike and drove the two hours to Kabale to use the ATM machine there. Of course we also went with bags hoping to supply the hotels there with our lovely crafts, but we found them already stocked with very well done crafts similar to ours but unfortunately better! I even had to buy a few things for “patterns” for our ladies! Maybe these patterns will give us a new standard to strive for? Didas and I had a great day though, we visited the hotels at beautiful Lake Bunyonyi, which he has never been to, a few sprinkles blessed us on the way, but the rain held off, it was a cold trip home but we got the money and now I wonder if we’ll have to drive to Kabale every time I need cash?!

The hotels in Kisoro are stocked with Resilient Uganda bags, skirts, pillows and baskets. We also have a Craft shop in town. A friend Benja has a store that he sells mobile phones and mobile money out of; mobile money is the African version of check writing I guess. Many people don’t have a bank account, so they transfer money to their friends or their family using their mobile phone. The sender goes into a mobile money shop and pays the money, when you receive a notification on your phone that you have received money, the receiver also goes into a mobile money shop (there are many!) with the security code that came with the message and they give you the money. So we painted in big, zebra letters “CRAFTS” on the building and now Benja and his sister Cossy, also sell Resilient Uganda crafts, which will hopefully help them pay rent.  He sold a skirt on the first day; I think it’s a good omen! Just like the hotels, he keeps 10% of everything he sells.

The end of the school term for students here means big exams for everyone! Everything rests on these scores and each student is ranked, compared to the rest of the class. When I started working with Zamah in P3 she was at the bottom of her class, around number 30. Now, in P5 she is second in her class!!! What a little scholar! Zamah, Esther, Faith, Shiba and Christine all live near the school, and from time to time I visit them at their homes especially during their three week break between terms. While visiting Esther at her home a couple of weeks ago her Grandmother gave me a hen! Talk about being speechless, what a gift! I really didn’t know what to say, I can positively say I’ve never been given a hen before!! I asked Esther what we should name it and she thought for a second, and then replied, “Savior”. A powerful name I hope the poor hen can live up to! Of course I can’t keep Savior in my room so she stays at their house and I go to visit her (and Esther!). So far no eggs, but one of these days Savior will produce I am promised by Esther’s Aunt.

Just three and a half weeks and I’ll be heading home already! Time is flying and I feel like we still have so much to do here! Small water tanks for some individuals, homes and compounds are up and coming! Resilient Uganda is oh.so.close to being registered as a Community Based Organization. Sam has been busy getting signatures from every village Chairman, Sub county Chief and District Officer in Kisoro, each of course for a price. When it’s all said and done, I think the $20. job will be closer to a hundred dollars! Corruption is such a peculiar thing, if you want someone to do their job, something done in a timely manner, or even someone to sign a piece of paper for a purpose that will benefit their community, apparently you have pay for it!

There is a “High Tea” fundraiser for Resilient Uganda in Little Falls today! Months after I presented to the members of Faith Lutheran Church, they are holding a fundraiser and supporting Resilient Uganda and our mission here! Amazing and wonderful! Another exceptional example of all the outstanding people in the world, who want to help, who want to spread their blessings and who want to make a difference in the world.  I only wish I could be there! Thank you all for your efforts, your time and your incredibly kind hearts!

Nothing but Love,

Bonnie

Top 10 Words of Wisdom By Gandhi

1. Be the Change you wish to see in the world

2. What you think you become

3. Where there is love there is life

4. Learn as if you'll live forever

5. Your health is your real wealth

6. Have a sense of humor

7. your life is your message

8. Action expresses priorities

9. Our greatness is being able to remake ours 

10. Find yourself in the service of others

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Send a check payable to H.E.L.P. (our partner organization) to:

H.E.L.P.
1041 S County Rd 3
Johnstown CO 80534

Please include a note (separate from the check) indicating that the funds are for Resilient Uganda and then let me know you need a receipt and the tax i.d. number and I will e-mail it to you!

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Bzdok's
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Thank you so much, your donation will go directly to improving the lives of Ugandans and building projects of empowerment.

Wacozey Chaney!  (Thank you very much!)

                                                                         

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Ellen and Medad's Wedding

Hi everyone!                                                                                                              12 April 2015
I hope this quick e-mail finds you all healthy and happy. It’s Sunday morning as I write this to tell you it has been a busy week-end here in Kisoro. The three day wedding has finally taken place and being a maid is exhausting, luckily they don’t drink at these parties! Typically the series of parties start with “The Introduction”, where the groom’s family hosts a party that officially “introduces” the bride to the groom’s family. The next day is “The giveaway”, which is held at the bride’s family home and the bride is both practically and figuratively given away to the groom and his family in exchange for a bride price, whatever amount of cows, goats or money that has been predetermined by the two families. The final party is the wedding, which few people actually attend the church service, but hundreds of neighbors and villagers attend the party afterward. Each of these parties requires renting huge tents and hundreds of plastic chairs, decorations, cake, hiring an M.C. who hosts the party, a D.J. and of course hiring a catering service to feed the masses. The M.C. is also a rapper, they tell me the songs or poems that he is shouting into the microphone are the original form of rapping. It’s during this rapping that the ladies stand with their arms outstretched and exert a “yiiii yiiii yiii yiiiipppeee”!  I’ve also been known to participate in this dance! The parties are always well attended, not only is there a delicious meal which includes both meat and a bite sized morsel of cake. They also have nothing else to do and will happily walk for hours for a change of scenery, to chat with the friends they may not have seen for a while and enjoy a meal; they are entertained for hours as the M.C. welcomes people, sometimes children sing or men dance while they wait for the guests of honor to arrive. They enjoy the spectacle which is made of giving gifts and laugh at the M.C. who hikes up his pants and dances like a goofball.

Lavish weddings anywhere in the world are silly, but the absurd part here is that no one can afford a party like this, yet it has become a way to show off. The more cows you slaughter for your party, the more bragging rights you have. The months leading up to the party there is a group of “officials” who meet to plan the wedding, which is to say they collect money to pay for it. They go ask everyone and anyone who knows the bride and groom or the family, or who wants to come to enjoy the meal, for money. The friends and family of the couple pay for the party through contributions. I don’t disagree with the concept, but I can't help but wonder how much more useful and practical it would be if that money was donated to the couple to start their lives together since life is such a struggle? These parties are something new, the actual tradition of marriage in Africa is to shack up with someone, have babies and consider yourself married. This tradition is now referred to by the church as being “married, but not wed” and it is a dreadful sin. Of course, the majority of the population still practices this method, but the faithful Christians insist that they are doing it all wrong! I have actually attended the wedding of a couple who had lived together for twenty years and have eight children together. My question to my friends was, "What's the point after all this time?" They laughed at me and told me, "They can't be Godparents if they aren't wed." Oh, well that explains it!

I won’t go into too many implausible details about how the wedding started at 11 and when noon rolled around we were still in the “saloon” getting our hair done. Yes, they actually call it saloon instead of salon! Or with the details of how I refused every product they tried to put into my hair because it is made for African hair, which is dry and course. I won’t bore you with how many times I had to tell her “no” to the petroleum jelly she wanted to smear on my head where the scalp had turned red from sitting under a hair dryer for an hour. Or with the details of me asking her to spray it when I was finished, little did I know she was spraying “Olive Oil” sheen spray, which I thought was hairspray, so when I looked in the mirror, my big, bouncing curls were now heavy with oil, as if I hadn't washed my hair in a month. It didn't matter for long; soon we were dancing our way around and around and around the cake, despite the unrelenting pouring rain while the guests and the men sat dry and happy under a tent watching it all.  I won’t give you my opinions on how the bride has to kneel down to feed her husband and his parents a bite of cake either. Or about the crowd laughing and cheering when I danced or when I pulled my sheer shawl that is supposed to be tied over one shoulder like a Greek God, while freezing and wet I pulled it up and around both shoulders in an attempt to be warm. I saw some people give me a thumbs up while others shook their heads and laughed at me. But, I will tell you that I have never hiked a mountain in high heels before, my shoes literally fell apart and fell off of my feet by the end of the day. I will also tell you that after the bride and groom were given their gifts of hens and pots, basins, grass mats, a lantern, a mattress, blankets and more pots, (I think she’ll be able to cook for an army with the amount of pots she received, she tells me she wants no less than six children though so maybe the pots are sufficient!) then we had to escort them to their home and ensure we were leaving Ellen in a good place.  After, the gifts were presented, the cake was served and the battery on the blaring microphone finally went dead, I happily changed my shoes and followed the procession that carried the gifts on our heads through the drizzling rain and followed the bride and groom to their home. It was a never ending trail of colorful fabrics and umbrellas up more slick and muddy mountain paths through stunning scenery. The views of Lake Mutanda, banana trees, rolling, green hills and the little, brick house where we left Ellen were amazing and a beautiful ending to the festivities.

Have a Happy and Prosperous week.

As always, lots of Love,

Bonnie

          "There are thousands of languages in the world, and a smile speaks them all."

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For a tax deductible donation:
Send a check payable to H.E.L.P. (our partner organization) to:
H.E.L.P.
1041 S County Rd 3
Johnstown CO 80534

Please include a note (separate from the check) indicating that the funds are for Resilient Uganda and then let me know you need a receipt and the tax i.d. number and I will e-mail it to you!

For a non-taxable donation:
Send a check payable to Bonnie Bzdok to:
Bzdok's
9161 Great River Rd
Little Falls MN 56345
or

Visit our website: https://resilientuganda.webs.com and donate through our paypal account.

Thank you so much, your donation will go directly to improving the lives of Ugandans and building projects of empowerment.

Wacozey Chaney!  (Thank you very much!)

Happy Easter!

Hi Friends!                                                  4 April 2015

Happy Easter, it’s that time again when we celebrate MEAT! It is only on special occasions that a typical Ugandan gets to eat meat. When I ask the students what they will do at home for the holiday, their reply is, “I will dig and I will eat meat!” Town has been buzzing with people coming home for the holiday. Both Easter and Christmas brings people home to visit their families, the buses raise their fares and thieves get busy! Yesterday morning a friend discovered his car had been broken into, the only thing missing was the lug wrench and another friend went to pick up his suit from the dry cleaners but it had been robbed the night before, his good suit for Easter is gone. What a great way to celebrate the Resurrection!

The ladies are sewing like mad; we now have throw pillows, beautiful skirts and pillow cases in addition to our hand bags. While trying to explain how I wanted the throw pillows done I described a big 8x8 square in the middle, surrounded by small squares and the outside a border of black. You would have thought I was asking them to recreate the Eiffel tower from cloth. It took some serious attempts, we modified and attempted again and at last we have throw pillow covers that will fit a throw pillow perfectly, as long as the pillow is trapezoid shaped!! This week we finally started visiting hotels with some beautiful products to sell to the tourists. Now, let the tourists come! Might I just add here; if you’ve never been to Uganda (or even if you have!) it’s an incredibly beautiful place to visit! Lovely, friendly people, incredible scenery and obviously, visiting the majestic mountain gorilla is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

On that note, I am considering organizing a group of people to volunteer, tour and experience Uganda in January or February 2016. I think three weeks would be the minimum amount of time, to fly that distance you would want to recover from the jet lag before you would want to turn around and return! You would fly into Kigali, Rwanda, which is just three hours from Kisoro. If you are interested tell me specifics on what your ideal trip would be, what kind of things you would definitely want to do, or not do! and what ages your party would consist of.

The rainy season has finally descended upon us in full force. Every day this week the rain has come, usually just for an hour or so in the afternoon, but on Tuesday is rained all day long. This is when I hope it finds me at home, so I can crawl under the covers with a good book and stay warm. Of course most people walk or use motor bikes for transportation which means you are “delayed” by the rain wherever it finds you, usually huddling under a storefront. Last night we waited out the rain for hours before it finally lightened enough that we got on the bike laden with all our bags and goods that we had just bought from the ladies. It was a cold, wet ride back to town as Sam tried to cover all three of us with the umbrella and Didas tried to drive slow enough that the umbrella didn’t blow away! We dashed to my room to find no electricity to make tea to warm us. While we huddled in my dark room they told me they hoped the Pygmy’s didn’t come and steal the fuel from the motor bike. I assured them they wouldn’t come while it was raining so hard. Sure enough a few minutes later someone is knocking on my door, “they are stealing your fuel”. They stole the fuel to “huff” and then they left the tube draining out onto the ground.

Of course these things disappoint and disgust me at times, but I remind myself that crazy things happen everywhere, thieves are everywhere, even at home. With terrorists bombing Universities and diseases taking babies, these are just little, tiny bumps in the road. I believe the world is full of amazingly good people, and we far outweigh the bad ones.

Enjoy the Meat, take nothing for granted and Love with all your heart!

Happy Easter,

Bonnie

Purity: Purity is natural. we come into this world with all the right instincts. we are innocent and perceive things as they should be, rather than how they are. our conscience is clear, our hands are clean and the world at large is truly beautiful.

           

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If you'd like to donate to Resilient Uganda please choose from one of the following:

For a tax deductible donation:

Send a check payable to H.E.L.P. (our partner organization) to:

H.E.L.P.

1041 S County Rd 3

Johnstown CO 80534

Please include a note (separate from the check) indicating that the funds are for Resilient Uganda and then let me know you need a receipt and the tax i.d. number and I will e-mail it to you!

For a non-taxable donation:

Send a check payable to Bonnie Bzdok to:

Bzdok's

9161 Great River Rd

Little Falls MN 56345

or

Visit our website: https://resilientuganda.webs.com and donate through our paypal account.

Thank you so much, your donation will go directly to improving the lives of Ugandans and building projects of empowerment.

Wacozey Chaney!  (Thank you very much!)

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Water Tank Dedication

Hi Everyone,                                                                      29 March 2015

I hope you are all well. Another week has passed, another Saturday in Uganda and I find myself amazed at the monotony of life for a Ugandan. When I ask the teachers what they will do this week end, they tell me, “my washing”. When I ask what they did last night, “nothing, went home and cooked food, then slept.” No wonder a muzungu running by is such an excitement; you don’t see that every day! With my white legs sticking out of my running shorts the other morning, someone told me, “You are naked”! Cooking is an unbelievably time consuming task. First, to collect the firewood and the water needed, then to start the fire, clean and peel the potatoes or the matoke (a green banana, similar to plantain), or cook the rice. They often have the “soup” cooked earlier in the day. The “soup” is usually beans; whatever sauce you are putting over your starch is referred to as the soup. It is not uncommon to eat lunch at 3 or 4 in the afternoon; often this is their only meal. If you are fortunate enough to have an evening meal, it’s normal to eat dinner at 10, or even 11 p.m. That was one of the most difficult things for me to adapt to when I was living with a family. That and the way they treat their maid or house boy or house girl, whatever name you want to give to the servant, which is how they are treated, as if they are of a lower class. It became increasingly hard to stand by and watch as the young girl who was raising the children as if they were her own was lied to and made to feel guilty of the school fees the family was paying for her, as if she wasn’t earning those school fees!

I am treating myself to a $4. lunch today at a tourist café instead of my usual $.75 lunch of rice and beans ($1.20 if you count the avocado I normally bring with me to top it off).  I am indulging in a bacon wrap and a proper salad with avocadoes, tomatoes, cucumbers and actual green, leafy, lettuce! Wow, bacon and a real salad in the same day, lucky, lucky me! Usually salad here is shredded cabbage and carrots.

Uganda is approximately the same size as the state of Oregon. Oregon’s population is around 3.8 million people. Uganda’s population is now approaching 34 million!! It is estimated that the population will double in the next twenty years! Of course, if this is true and the population actually reaches 70 million all but the wealthiest of Ugandans will be starving. They already struggle for enough land to grow the necessary crops to feed their families. Between the bible telling them to, “Go forth and multiply” and their culture of believing that children are your riches and the culture of not planning ahead for anything, how can they possibly grasp the importance of producing fewer children? It is not only vital for their survival but is a necessity for a healthier life, stronger children and the chance of more children surviving into adulthood. Today my neighbor tells me that her “cousin sister” passed away. They refer to their cousins as their sisters because they are such close families and often grow up if not in the same home, then at least in the same compound. I asked what she died from and she tells me they don’t know, “she got sick, they took her to the hospital and she died”. I assumed the cousin is my neighbor’s age, upper twenties or maybe early thirties. I ask the age and she tells me, “She was seven years”. So, this seven year old girl dies, and there is no explanation, no one knows why or how she died. There will be no autopsy, no answers for the family. For that reason alone, the message we painted on the water tank was worth every bit of the $32. for the paint and the labor.

                                   A Small Family = Better Life

On Friday afternoon we met with the village chairman, the church and some community members to sign an agreement and officially open the tank. We sat on wooden benches in the shade and five different people spoke, including me. They laughed and clapped when I explained that I sold the paper beads to raise the money to build them this tank. This was one of those moments that make it all worth it. They thanked me over and over again and the Head of the Church praised God, who “gave me this talent of loving them.” Their gratitude and kind words were really moving and I wish you all could have been there!

On behalf of the village, I thank each of you for your support and your generous hearts. I’m amazed by what we can do to help others by spreading our blessings. Every little bit helps and every little bit makes these great projects happen.

Until next week,

Gratitude, Blessings and Love to all,

Bonnie

             "We rise by lifting others"  -Robert Ingersoll

  Photos are: Dedicating the water tank, Busy and colorful Bunagana Market, Toothbrushes for the students=Happy students!!    

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For a tax deductible donation:

Send a check payable to H.E.L.P. (our partner organization) to:

H.E.L.P.

1041 S County Rd 3

Johnstown CO 80534

Please include a note (separate from the check) indicating that the funds are for Resilient Uganda and then let me know you need a receipt and the tax i.d. number and I will e-mail it to you!

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Send a check payable to Bonnie Bzdok to:

Bzdok's

9161 Great River Rd

Little Falls MN 56345

or

Visit our website: https://resilientuganda.webs.com and donate through our paypal account.

Thank you so much, your donation will go directly to improving the lives of Ugandans and building projects of empowerment.

Wacozey Chaney!  (Thank you very much!)

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Back in Kisoro

Some of the ladies sewing

The finished Water tank! Stay tuned for the message painted on it!

Hello everyone!                                                                              21 March 2015

Another eventful week has passed and I hope I find you all healthy, happy and especially grateful for all you’ve accomplished this week! When you encounter someone digging in the fields here, or carrying some burdensome load on their head it is customary to greet them with, “Wacozey” (Thank you!). You thank them for their hard work, for their toil and for their effort, so I’m passing it on; whether it’s at home, at work, at school, in your workshop, shed, office, the garden, Thank you for your effort and your hard work!

                                                                                                                        

I’m happy to be back in Kisoro and working with the ladies again. It has been a steep learning curve for all of us. They have improved greatly in the details and in understanding what it is that I’m expecting. Sam is my right hand man, Promise sent him to me and he has been fantastic. He is a Secondary (High School) teacher, but unemployed and the fact that he has an education makes him especially competent and capable. He has an eye for detail, he wants the place to look “smart” (clean, neat and tidy!) and he understands what I’m looking for and has spent countless afternoons there with the women explaining exactly how to do it. He’s been cutting fabric for the ladies, ironing for them and helping me translate every single day. There are now nine women who are sewing, we have four machines of our own and two women have brought in their own machines because they want the work! Flavia has been there every day, sewing, unstitching to remove a pocket, fix a crooked pocket or move a handle on a bag. She has improved immensely in the week I was away to Kampala. More than one bag had to be “refurbished” because they used the fabric markers that I brought to write their names loud and proud across the front of it! Around 4 p.m. Flavia looks at me and says, “My stomach is shouting!” Through the next painful hour of question and answer and waiting patiently while Didas carries on another conversation with someone else about the fact that they need another pair of scissors and an iron and charcoal to heat the iron with. Finally I get Didas’ attention back, he translates for me and I learn that Flavia can’t make extra food the night before and carry it with her the next day, like I suggest, like the school children do, because the food the night before was “too little and it got finished.” Boy, do I feel like a heel. Everyone has been suggesting that I provide lunch for the ladies, but I was resisting. Why can’t they bring their own lunch to work? I didn’t want to commit to the expense but it’s becoming clear to me that they can’t manage. We are working on a plan of paying them less for their bags they are making and with the difference providing lunch every day. Next week we’ll start working on throw pillows, a whole new challenge with a whole new learning curve!

Baby Elvis cries during the night and I listen to his mother sing to him. When she is tired and wants to sleep I hear her sternly say, “uh-uh” as in “no” when he cries. Renting a room of my own is a great way to live like a local. I hear Elvis cooing early in the morning and his mom and dad laugh and talk to him. There is a wooden door adjoining our two rooms, it is locked but it’s almost like we all live in the same room. There are twenty-plus people who share our little courtyard; we each live in a little, cement room. Some rooms have an entire family, some have a couple and a few are just one person. Six doors facing each other that open to our cemented and enclosed courtyard. On one end are the two toilets (holes in the ground really, but one remains locked), and two small stalls for bathing and a huge gate that opens to the alley that is securely locked at night. On the other end are two more rooms with store fronts in front of them that face Chuho Road. Obviously, the rent is more expensive for those rooms, my rent is 50,000 ($18.) per month. We had no power the first three days I moved in because they hadn’t paid their electric bill, I’m pleased to say everyone must have paid because it is on and my electric tea kettle is eager to be put to use! Cold showers are o.k. after a run in the morning but not when it’s cold, dark or raining!

My friends think it’s hilarious that I got a jigger in my toe! Apparently they think white people can’t get bugs embedded in their feet and when they do it is really funny!! I stick my foot out for Sam and Didas to confirm it’s a jigger and they demand a pin, they must get it out now. It so happens that I also want it out now, so I find a pin, hold a flame to it, then hand it to Sam. He pinches the pin between his fingers to wipe off the black soot and begins digging away at the bottom of my big toe….but didn’t that defeat the purpose Sam?….too late, the pin is probing around under my skin and when he finally pulls out the jigger and shows me what he retrieved it is nothing more than a white dot the size of the pin head itself. Throughout the day, they continue to bring it up and they laugh about it every single time! I’m just happy my toe has stopped “paining” from the little bugger burrowing in, and I suppose happy to give them a laugh too!

When Immaculate asked me if I remembered Ellen….I thought for a second, then said, “No, I don’t know who Ellen is.” Then she tells me that she’s the woman who works at the house behind hers and she’s always outside doing the dishes. Or, as they say, “she’s ever outside doing the dishes”. Well, you can imagine my surprise when Immaculate’s next question was, “She wants to know if you’ll be a maid in her wedding?” Of course I had to accept! A bridesmaid in someone’s wedding that I hardly even know; now this will be interesting. I walked past this woman every morning for ten months and greeted her briefly every morning and some evenings in the local language that is the extent of our relationship. Have I mentioned that I find these weddings extremely boring and kind of a waste of time? After the first wedding I attended, I vowed never again. A four hour ride squeezed into a car with at least thirty eight other people, then a whole day of sitting in a plastic chair, listening to people “rap” and not understand them, being pointed out and asked to stand more than once as they appreciate my being there. Watching people parade in and out, it’s all very bizarre to me and it seems like a waste of money, especially when you don’t have the money and all of your friends and family are expected to donate to make this three day party happen! Well, now about twenty-five weddings later I’m going to be one of those maids parading back and forth in a different dress each time. I’ll be sitting on the grass mat with other girls when the husband has to come and identify which one is his bride; I hope he can tell it’s not me! Can’t wait to tell you all about it!

May our adventures continue and our minds continue to expand!

Lots of Love,

Bonnie

                "Never underestimate the impact you have on the lives of others."

                                                           - Faith Halverson-Ramos

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If you'd like to donate to Resilient Uganda please choose from one of the following:

For a tax deductible donation:

Send a check payable to H.E.L.P. (our partner organization) to:

H.E.L.P.

1041 S County Rd 3

Johnstown CO 80534

Please include a note (separate from the check) indicating that the funds are for Resilient Uganda and then let me know you need a receipt and the tax i.d. number and I will e-mail it to you!

For a non-taxable donation:

Send a check payable to Bonnie Bzdok to:

Bzdok's

9161 Great River Rd

Little Falls MN 56345

or

Visit our website: https://resilientuganda.webs.com and donate through our paypal account.

Thank you so much, your donation will go directly to improving the lives of Ugandans and building projects of empowerment.

Wacozey Chaney!  (Thank you very much!)