At a time when friends were planning cushy retirements, the author walked away from a comfortable life and business, taking with her only a couple of suitcases to serve as a Peace Corps Volunteer in post-war, Northern Uganda.
Her story is a multilayer tale, beginning with a grand adventure of living in a radically different culture, and turning old skills into wisdom. It’s also about the power of stepping into the void to reconfigure life—to enter the wilderness of our own memories and psyches to mine the gems therein.
The final layer unfolds within the surreal experience of returning home to a life that no longer “fits”— becoming the catalyst for new revelations about family wounds, mystical experiences, and personal foibles.
I Miss the Rain in Africa takes the reader to surprising places, both literally and emotionally with all the elements of adventure, wit, discovery, and ultimately transformation. It is the story of honoring the self, discovering a new lens through which to view life, and finding joy along the path.ABOUT THE BOOK
At a time when friends were planning cushy retirements, the author walked away from a comfortable life and business, taking with her only a couple of suitcases to serve as a Peace Corps Volunteer in post-war, Northern Uganda.
Her story is a multilayer tale, beginning with a grand adventure of living in a radically different culture, and turning old skills into wisdom. It’s also about the power of stepping into the void to reconfigure life—to enter the wilderness of our own memories and psyches to mine the gems therein.
The final layer unfolds within the surreal experience of returning home to a life that no longer “fits”— becoming the catalyst for new revelations about family wounds, mystical experiences, and personal foibles.
I Miss the Rain in Africa takes the reader to surprising places, both literally and emotionally with all the elements of adventure, wit, discovery, and ultimately transformation. It is the story of honoring the self, discovering a new lens through which to view life, and finding joy along the path.
I Miss the Rain in Africa: Peace Corps as a Third Act, is an absorbing record of a woman’s literacy work in Northern Uganda. It is also a record of the exploration of self, explored by a woman who enters a remote area of Africa at age 64 to work with an NGO. Ugandans were emerging from Joseph Kony’s cruel and bizarre rebel insurgency which had left the Acholi populace brutalized and mired in poverty. Assigned to an outpost in the north of Uganda, “where all bus trips begin with a prayer” and “bathroom breaks can be hazardous to health,” Nancy Wesson begins to live and work with survivors and strivers.
Western privilege and pride in institutional roadmaps to progress have no place here. Daily life for Ugandans is a struggle unimaginable even to the poorest Americans. Life is indeed precarious in Gulu, yet education is highly valued, and solutions hammered out of almost nothing. Season and weather guide life here and everything is “about the relationship, not the clock.” Westerners used to direct and quick solutions must adjust quickly to decisions made through consensus.
But serendipity lives in Africa, too. Nancy gets to know her landlady’s son which leads to literacy materials made of jigsaw puzzles. The residents of Gulu leave a deep imprint on the author; in particular, Peter, whose education she sponsors. On trips to the bush, exhausting and hazardous, Nancy works with teachers to carve out learning spaces. Her work in Uganda would leave her a bit battered and re-entry to the States—shell shocked at the contrasts. “Recalibration” is sought and achieved through another exploratory journey into the maturing self, requiring a reckoning with remembrance, recognition and reconciliation.
With self-deprecating humor, curiosity in all things, and empathy for all, Nancy takes us through an account of acclimation, acceptance, and peace with all the different geographies she encounters—physical, communal, spiritual. “I had devised a portable life with total autonomy and it was daunting. Having infinite possibilities was both the good news and the bad news.” Living in Uganda brought home the knowledge that having choices is the ultimate luxury, to be made “wisely and often.”
Part adventure, part interior monologue, I Miss the Rain in Africa: Peace Corps as a Third Act is an account of 21st century derring-do by an intrepid, intriguing, and always optimistic woman who will undoubtedly enjoy a fourth and maybe even a fifth act wherever she may find herself.
Eileen (Percy) Purcell, Outreach Literacy Coordinator Clatsop Community College, Astoria OR