Bridging Nations: A Ugandan's Journey Through Black History Month in America

Jacent Rose Nangooba: BTG and Reckless Travelers Ambassador, 1st runner-up Miss Tourism Bunyoro-Uganda and Miss Tourism Kakumiro district 2022/2023

Representing Uganda, I embarked on a transformative journey to the United States during the 2024 Black History Month celebrations. Organized and sponsored by a coalition of individuals and organizations including Dr. Deborah and Reginald Freeman, founders of BTG, HBCUs in Virginia and Maryland, community organizations, churches, and the Ugandan Embassy in Washington DC, this two-week trip was a profound exploration of Black American culture and history, intertwined with the beauty of the USA.

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Week 1

Wednesday, February 21st, 2024

Departing from Entebbe International Airport in Uganda, my heart raced with a mix of terror and excitement as I boarded my first-ever flight, with a connection in Istanbul before landing at Newark International Airport in New Jersey. Stepping out into the chill of a snowy New Jersey evening, I marveled at the unfamiliar cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of my homeland. Despite the biting cold, the dazzling lights of New York City welcomed me for a late-night exploration, revealing a skyline adorned with towering skyscrapers and iconic landmarks like Times Square, the Empire State Building, and Rockefeller Center. My accommodation at the Ramada Hotel provided a comfortable respite after the day's exhilarating adventures.

Thursday, February 22nd, 2024

The crisp February air greeted me as I stepped out of the car at the Virginia Welcome Center. Located along the bustling highways connecting states, these centers serve as gateways to new adventures and opportunities. For me, this particular stop marked the beginning of a journey into the heart of Virginia, the "state for lovers." As I walked through the doors, I was immediately enveloped in a sense of warmth and hospitality. The walls were adorned with historical photographs and artifacts, telling the story of Virginia's rich past. From the founding American history to the Civil War battles that shaped the nation, every corner of the center whispered tales of courage, resilience, and love. Eager to learn more, I approached the information desk where a friendly staff member greeted me with a smile as she welcomed me to Virginia. Dr. Deborah Freeman's description of everything painted a vivid picture in my mind as she shared with me her knowledge of Virginia and the other states as we traveled. I was introduced to the concept of "the Black History Month", which is what I arrived to partake in. The thought of immersing myself in the rich black American history and culture filled me with excitement. I thanked the people at the welcome center and set off to continue my exploration of Virginia. As I explored the state, I marveled at the diversity of Virginia's landscapes and the ingenuity of its people. From the metropolitan city of Richmond to the serene farmlands of the country area, the state offered a wealth of natural beauty waiting to be discovered. As I left the welcome center and continued on my journey, I carried with me a newfound appreciation for the state and its people. From its rich history to its vibrant culture, Virginia was indeed a place where love flourished in all its forms. And as I traveled further into the heart of the state, I knew that my own journey of discovery was only just beginning.

Friday, February 23rd, 2024

Although it was a cold Friday evening, the vibrant energy of the Bridging the Gap International (BTGI) Celebration Program at Hope Chapel Deliverance Center brought a warm feeling to my heart. Stepping into the highly lit up venue, I was immediately surrounded by the rich tapestry of African American culture. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of soul food, a delicious fusion of flavors that danced on my taste buds and stirred memories of family gatherings and cherished traditions. Tables dressed with vibrant cloths created an inviting ambiance, while the sounds of laughter and animated conversations added to the lively atmosphere. Taking a seat among the small group of attendees, I found myself surrounded by a handful of faces, each one telling a unique story of resilience, strength, and perseverance. Between moments of brotherliness, guests were invited to enjoy a hearty meal prepared with love and care. Mac and cheese, potato salad, green vegetables, meatballs, and chicken salad filled the plates, offering a taste of Southern comfort that warmed both the body and the soul. As we tasted each bite, conversations flowed effortlessly, with strangers becoming friends and connections deepening with each shared story and shared laugh. I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the opportunity to share in the African American culture and to bear witness to the resilience and strength of a community bound together by faith, love, and shared values. As I bid farewell to Bishop Spencer, his wife, and all members of Hope Chapel Deliverance Center, I felt like this gap between Black Americans and Africans was starting to be bridged. Listening to their thoughts on Uganda and Africa, alongside their individual histories and experiences in the USA, felt like catching up with one of your brothers you have not seen or heard from for a long while. It was a heartening realization, affirming the potential for positive change through understanding and connection.

Saturday, February 24th, 2024

In Falls Church, Virginia, the air was charged with anticipation and celebration. The halls of the venue for the Virginia Black History Month Association GALA buzzed with excitement, as attendees from all walks of life gathered to honor and commemorate the rich heritage of Black excellence. Stepping into the venue hall, I was immediately swept up in the energy of the event. The room was glowing with twinkling lights and vibrant colors, a testament to the joyous occasion that lay ahead. Everywhere I turned, I saw faces shining with smiles and laughter, united in their shared appreciation for the achievements of the Black community. Among the illustrious guests in attendance, one could feel the appreciable aura of history being made. Congresswoman Jennifer McClellan, a trailblazer in her own right, graced the gala with her presence, embodying the resilience and determination of Black women in politics. Her mere presence served as a beacon of hope and inspiration for all those who aspire to break barriers and shatter glass ceilings. Among the attendees was also Ms. Darnella Frazier, a name etched into the annals of civil rights history. Her courage and unwavering resolve had sparked a global movement for justice, as her recording of George Floyd's murder had become a catalyst for change. In her quiet demeanor, there was a strength that spoke volumes, a reminder that ordinary individuals can effect extraordinary change. As I mingled with the guests, I got to meet more incredible people like Dr. Carmichael of Virginia Union University, Dr. Tracy H. Scott of the NAACP and the delegate Kimberly Pope Adams. I also had the privilege of meeting Counselor Jolly Bakwega and Jesca Magooba, representatives from the Ugandan embassy in Washington D.C. Their presence underscored the global reach of the Black diaspora, reminding us that our struggles and triumphs are interconnected across continents and oceans. Throughout the evening, I found myself drawn to the radiant spirit of Serenity Goodehurd, a student at Norfolk State University, whose inner beauty shone just as brightly as her outer grace. As she accompanied me through the festivities with the ease of a seasoned hostess, I couldn't help but marvel at her ability to uplift and inspire those around her. In the midst of such illustrious company, I felt humbled and honored to bear witness to the celebration of Black excellence and heritage and as the night drew to a close, I left the GALA with a renewed sense of purpose and pride. And as I stepped out into the night, I carried with me the echoes of that celebration, a reminder that the journey towards justice and equality is one that we must continue to walk together, hand in hand, every step of the way.

Week 2

Monday, February 26th, 2024

The day dawned with the promise of discovery and connection as I set foot on the vibrant campus of Norfolk State University (NSU). As an advocate for strengthening the bond between Black Americans and Africans, my visit to NSU held great significance, offering a platform to delve into global learning and immerse myself in the beauty of African art. Entering the meeting room, I was immediately drawn to the array of artwork adorning the walls. I also got a chance to see a few pieces of artwork from Uganda that were part of the University’s art gallery, a testament to the diverse cultures and traditions of Uganda and the entire African continent. My heart swelled with pride as I beheld these pieces, igniting memories of the rich tapestry of my heritage. Engaging with fellow students and faculty members, I found myself immersed in enlightening conversations about global learning and cultural exchange. Each interaction reaffirmed my belief in the transformative power of education and dialogue in fostering understanding and unity among diverse communities. As the sun began to set on the horizon, I reflected on the profound impact of my visit to Norfolk State University. It was more than just a journey through corridors and classrooms; it was a journey of the soul, a reaffirmation of the ties that bind us as a global community. I carry with me not only memories of the exquisite artwork and enlightening conversations but also a renewed sense of purpose and determination. I envision a world where cultural differences are celebrated and embraced, where diversity is not seen as a barrier but as a source of strength.

Wednesday, February 28th, 2024

It was a day of exploration and cultural exchange for me at Virginia State University (VSU). As I stepped onto the campus, I was greeted by a vibrant atmosphere buzzing with energy. Students rushed past, backpacks slung over their shoulders, laughter echoing through the air. It was a scene that felt both familiar and new, a blend of cultures and experiences converging in one place. Armed with a heart full of curiosity, I dove into enlightening discussions with students, exploring the differences between college life in the United States compared to Uganda. The students shared stories about dorm life, academic pressures, and extracurricular activities, offering me a glimpse into the daily routines of American college students. After the enriching discussions, I was treated to a captivating tour of the VSU campus and farm. As I toured through the campus, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the diverse community I was a part of. VSU was not just a place of learning; it was a melting pot of cultures and ideas, where students from all backgrounds came together to pursue their dreams. It was a testament to the power of education in breaking down barriers and building bridges between people. The farm boasted impressive equipment, including a Deere cereal harvester and cattle rotational farming equipment, showcasing modern farming techniques. As we ventured further, the vast expanse of farmland unfolded before me, marked with grazing goats, contented cattle, and bustling greenhouses. The integration of livestock and crop production was evident, highlighting sustainable agricultural practices. The farm visit provided a glimpse into the university's commitment to hands-on learning and environmental stewardship. It was a reminder of the vital role agriculture plays in our society and the importance of education in shaping the future of farming. The tour culminated in a visit to Chili's, where I indulged in a delicious sampling of Mexican cuisine.

VSU students pannel discussion

VSU farm tour with DaReyon Howell, an Agriculture student at the University

Dinner at Chili's Petersburg VA

Thursday, February 29th, 2024

This day left an indelible mark on my soul. It began with a visit to Virginia Union, a university blessed with deep African American history. I toured around this beautiful campus, where every corner seemed to echo with the legacy of generations past. From the historic buildings to the lush greenery, there was a sense of reverence in the air—a recognition of the sacrifices and triumphs that had shaped this institution. I immersed myself in its history and I knew that I was experiencing something truly special—a journey through time and heritage that would stay with me forever. After the campus tour, I made my way to attend a chapel service. Stepping into the University chapel, I was enveloped by a sense of peace and reverence. I reflected on the importance of spirituality in my own life journey, finding solace in the words of wisdom shared by the preacher. Later in the day, my journey took me to Baltimore, where the excitement of the CIAA basketball tournament awaited. As a proud supporter of Virginia Union University (VUU), I joined the VUU students, ready to cheer on our team with fervor. The energy in the arena was visible, with anticipation hanging in the air as the players took to the court. The game was intense, with all teams displaying skill and determination. With every basket scored, we erupted into cheers, united in our passion for the game and our unwavering support for VUU. As the final minutes ticked away, tension gripped the arena. The buzzer sounded, signaling VUU's victory. The stadium erupted into a frenzy of celebration. In that moment, we were more than just spectators; we were a community bound together by our love for Virginia Union University team. As I reflect on the events of that day, I realize that it was about more than just art and basketball. It was about finding a sense of belonging—about celebrating our differences while embracing the ties that bind us together as a community.

Friday, March 1st, 2024

The day was filled with enriching experiences that broadened my understanding of different cultures and perspectives. It began with a podcast discussion with Bishop and Minister Walker of "The First Baptist Church of Freeman," where we delved into topics ranging from spirituality to tourism. It was more like engaging in a deep, soul-stirring conversation with wise aunts and uncles. Their wisdom and insight illuminated the room, sparking moments of introspection and revelation. As we discussed the role of faith in navigating the complexities of modern society, I found myself challenged and inspired in equal measure. Following the podcast discussion was a journey to the Ugandan Embassy in Washington DC. Eager to meet fellow Ugandans, I was burning with excitement body and soul. As soon as I stepped through the embassy's doors, it really felt like home. I was greeted with warmth and hospitality, a testament of brotherliness and shared culture that existed among us. Ambassador Robie Kakonge’s greeting in ‘Runyoro’, my native language, added a warm feeling to my heart and served as a great presence of Ugandan culture. Accompanied by Counselor Jolly Bakwega, I was given a tour of the embassy museum, a treasure trove of artifacts that showcased Uganda's art, culture, history, and creativity. Each exhibit was a window into the soul of the nation, revealing the ingenuity and resilience of the people of my homeland. As I reflect on that day, I feel a sense of gratitude and awe. From the enlightening conversations with Bishop and Minister Walker to the immersive journey through Ugandan culture at the embassy museum, I had been blessed with moments of connection and discovery that would stay with me for a lifetime.

Podcast with the Walkers

Visit to the Ugandan Embassy in Washington DC

Sunday, March 3rd, 2024

It was an evening of unexpected delight as I embarked on a new adventure: bowling. With anticipation bubbling in my veins, I stepped into the bustling bowling alley, ready to embrace this unfamiliar sport. Joining me were the Freemans and the Walkers, two families whose warmth would turn this outing into a cherished memory. As I slipped on the sleek bowling shoes and selected a ball that felt just right in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervous excitement. Bowling was a world unknown to me, a realm of polished lanes and gleaming pins waiting to be conquered. But with the support of my companions by my side, I was determined to dive in headfirst and taste every moment. With a confident stride, I approached the lane, taking my stance and focusing on the target ahead. The first roll of the ball sent it careening down the lane, its trajectory uncertain but filled with promise. With a satisfying thud, it collided with the pins, sending them scattering in a noise of clatters and cheers. A spare—a modest beginning, but a triumph, nonetheless. As the game progressed, I found myself swept up in the rhythm and flow of the lanes, each roll of the ball infused with a sense of anticipation and joy. With my only strike, I felt a surge of pride and accomplishment. But more than the score on the board, it was the laughter and moments shared between friends that truly made this experience unforgettable. The Freemans and the Walkers proved to be not only skilled bowlers but also wonderful companions, their encouragement and good-natured banter infusing the game with an extra dose of happiness. As we cheered each other on and celebrated our victories, the bonds of friendship grew stronger with every frame. But perhaps the true beauty of bowling lay not in the pursuit of perfection but in the moments of imperfection—the way a gutter ball could elicit laughter instead of frustration, the way a missed spare could inspire determination instead of defeat. In those moments, I learned that it was not the outcome that mattered most but the journey itself—the shared experiences, the cherished memories, and the joy of simply being together. As the final frames drew to a close and the scoreboard tallied our scores, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this day of bowling bliss. It was a day filled with laughter, building connections, and the thrill of discovery—a day that reminded me of the simple joys that await us when we embrace new experiences with an open heart.

Monday, March 4th, 2024

As the sun peeked over the horizon, I found myself standing amidst a congregation at Hope Chapel Deliverance Center, the final destination of my enlightening voyage through Black History Month in America. The air was alive with the harmonious rhythm of spiritual hymns, reverberating through the chapel as congregants danced to the music. The vibrant energy was visible, filled with unity and reverence. Taking my seat among the diverse assembly of worshippers, I reflected on the profound experiences I had encountered during my time in Virginia. From exploring art galleries that reflected Black history to engaging in thought provoking conversations with local activists and scholars. Every moment had deepened my understanding of the struggles and triumphs woven into the fabric of African American heritage. Amidst the fervent prayers and heartfelt testimonies, I saw people who were very strong, patient and courageous. As the service commenced, Bishop Spencer ascended the pulpit, his voice resonating with fervor and conviction as he delivered a sermon on the goodness of God's creation. His words served as a deep reminder not to overlook our abilities, emphasizing the inherent values and potential within each individual. After the service concluded, The Freemans treated me to a ferry ride on James River, to Richmond International Airport where I boarded my flight to my next destination. Next stop, west coast. Even though I was leaving all these wonderful people I had met during my visit, I carried with me all memories and experiences acquired, and as the plane soared into the vast expanse of the sky, I knew that I would cherish these memories for ever. My journey was far from over, for the spirit of resilience and hope that had guided me through Black History Month would continue to inspire me in the days and weeks to come.

Hope Chapel Deliverance Center Petersburg VA

Ferry ride along James River: Petersburg to Richmond

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Conclusion

Upon contemplation of my endeavors in fostering connections between Black Americans and Africans, I've come to recognize the unifying force of our shared history and heritage transcending geographical boundaries. This realization ignites a beacon of hope, illuminating a path towards a future characterized by unity, comprehension, and reciprocal respect. It's within this shared narrative that the seeds of solidarity are sown, nourishing the growth of empathy and cooperation. As we acknowledge our intertwined past, we pave the way for a tomorrow where cultural bridges are fortified, misconceptions dismantled, and bonds strengthened. In embracing our commonalities and celebrating our diversity, we cultivate a landscape where mutual understanding flourishes, echoing the sentiments of harmony across continents and generations.