By Clare Ross


It’s independent Uganda’s 51st birthday today. A day that sees us moving on from Mbarara to Kasese. Our journey sees us pass a school independence day march, drive through the Queen Elizabeth National park and meet a Spanish man cycling between Kenya, Uganda and Sudan. Bold.

We time our arrival at the hotel just in time to witness a storm of apocalyptic scale – the view from the hotel allowing us to track its unnervingly fast progress towards us…

While it was a quiet day for running CWB sessions, it did allow some time for reflection. I leave Mbarara sure that some kids had fun playing cricket, and know their ABCs, or at least can sing about them, but I think it’s the legacy of teachers training that gets me thinking.

Chris, one of our newly qualified young leaders, has resolutely turned up to learn and help every day we were in Mbarara. He now wears his yellow t-shirt with pride, forgoing hanging out with his mates, to learn how to score and umpire a cricket match. He seems to be a natural coach; without prompting he helps us CWB’ers when we were outnumbered or translating for us. At 16, he still has 2 more years at school, and says he is the first person in his school to learn cricket – and now he is determined to introduce it to his school.

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After teaching Chris the scoring, I had the pleasure of showing Patrick, Boma’s math teacher, the ropes. While finding the umpiring a bit foreign, he was lightning fast to pick up scoring, with mental arithmetic roughly 14*faster than mine. I hope he finds an opportunity at Boma school, and perhaps in the wider community, to use his scoring skills and hopefully pass them on to others.

Other musings take me back through the other stories we have heard from people both on and off the field. Stories for another day, and probably another man: David our chief interviewer…watch this blog