More Than a Basket

Five years ago, the grandmothers of rural Kishanje were worn out.  They had lived through decades of famine, warfare, rebellion, idiot dictators and warring neighbors. Then, just as they were looking forward to taking their rightful place as respected elders, their children died in the AIDS scourge and they returned to active duty taking care of their grandchildren.  In the fields by day, dealing with small children by night, there was nary a thought about old skills the women had enjoyed in their youth.

Fast forward to today.  A young man from the village grew up, became a man of God and started an organization that would tutor kids after school.  He helped them with homework but also taught them life skills and Christian behavior.  He touched their minds, their hearts and their souls and filled up idle hours with valuable skills.  Those kids in turn came home, eager to teach their siblings and the grandmas.  Life became brighter.  And as it did, the grandmas began to revive old weaving skills. 

The first efforts three years ago were crude, almost embarrassing.  But now the weavers of Kishanje are turning out baskets like none other in Uganda.  Rich colors, new patterns, tighter weaves, new shapes.  They are simply breathtaking.   Multiple Women’s Councils have arisen, much like quilting bees, where ten or twenty meet to talk of their children and to weave.  They teach each other.  They innovate new styles.  As you can see, the products are magnificent. 

Each basket is a testimony to the resiliency of the human spirit.  Each is a triumph of joy over adversity.  Each is a tangible product of hope.  Just like the children who are being transformed – woven - into uniquely crafted leaders of tomorrow .