Will, Our Peace Corps Volunteer
(December 2022) When Sue Waechter asked if I was interested in writing a post for the ACT blog to describe my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer living and working in Muko, my first thought was how would I ever be able to summarize the year and a half I spent in Muko in one blog post? With so many things happening in my there, what story should I try and tell?
When I think back to my time in Muko, I always feel it is the story of a community that took care of me, taught me new things, and helped me to survive in an environment that was completely new to me.
When I first arrived in 2018, I didn't know if I would be able to make it two years. My first evening there I sat in the grass staring at the lake and wondering how I could make it so long in a place so far away from home. Everyday felt like a struggle to navigate the difference between Uganda and my home (Texas), and at the end of most days I would only want to come home and be alone. After only a few weeks of living in Muko, I lost electricity in my house after a lightning strike hit the power line. At the time this felt like it was the end of the world, however, I soon realized it was one of the best things that could have happened to me.
With no electricity I was force to stay outside. Instead of coming home and sitting by myself to watch shows on my computer, I started interacting more with my neighbors and the community. Soon I found myself joining my neighbors or the teachers at the local high school for dinner many nights a week. On weekends I would visit the local market or spend the day talking with my neighbor as we worked in the garden.
Over the course of the next year, I started to become a more regular part of the community. I began finding new friends as I would travel by motorcycle with my co-worker Moses, during our times teaching nutrition and permagardening to villages in Muko subcounty.
Today I still think about Uganda every day. Often times I find myself daydreaming about the rolling Kigezi hills covered in fog as I ride down a bumpy dirt road on a motorcycle. Other times I think about the many hours I spend sitting in the soft grass staring at the lake and watching the rain clouds blow in perfectly on schedule. This time of the year I especially find myself missing my friends in Uganda. this week marks three years since I sat with my neighbors drinking homemade sorghum beer to celebrate Christmas. Like the two previous Christmas' I find many of my thoughts turned towards Uganda, and wondering what happened to all the people I knew there who took me under their wings and protected me, took care of me, and who taught me more than I could ever hope to return. I wonder if they think about me at this time too, and if they realize how eternally grateful I am for all they love shown to me. - Will Buckner
We definitely think about you Will Buckner as you do! Happy to read your post and you are welcome again to Uganda some day....humble man. We appreciate all your contributions to ACT during your time in Muko.
ReplyDeleteSo interesting to read about Will's experience in Uganda . Always on my mind and hope to see you again.
ReplyDeleteI I I will never forget him,as agood neighbour,afriend and my grooms man.We planted and harvested urishes together Was very humble and cooperative ,in addition to being down to earth .Will,you know
ReplyDeleteI loved hearing about how it affected Will instead of the factual side of his visit. The beauty of his time was to experience that we are all one under God if we reach out and interact. He gave a gift and also received one in return.
ReplyDeleteWill we all miss you soooo much you are always on our minds we miss your company especially when we ushered in a new year at heritage campsite Muko and that very night we were frightened by light over the mountain thinking it was tornado.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wish I could pick Buckner from my minds and hug him for real... He was soooo friendly.