#TennisAid Uganda: the Ntinda School for the Deaf
Having been in daily contact with our friends, we knew we came to Kampala during the raining season. It is Sunday morning and it rains heavily. At 11 it stops raining and the sun rises, the sky is almost cloudless. We open the bags and give them all the clothing and equipment we could collect. We take a Minitennis net and start playing in the courtyard with a neighbor’s child.
Our hosts, coaches of the Jouvin Child Sports Association have scheduled a lesson with the Ntinda School for the Deaf. 16 deaf children expect us to give them an extraordinary tennis lesson.
The first contact was really strange. You could tell they had expectations to see two coaches visit them, but to make a good first impression on foreign children who are deaf and almost mute (the few who can speak do it with much difficulty) would not be an easy task.
We started doing a simple warm-up routine, and to our surprise, they did it perfectly. Then we went to do an exercise in pairs so everyone could work at the same time. Again they gave us a lesson in discipline, seriousness and obedience. They worked non-stop, no gesture of annoyance or discomfort. And always smiling.
Then we started a competitive exercise and they were all smiling because the enjoyed everything we offered. We divided the group of kids in two. Some worked with Abel and others with me. The iam was to commit the fewest errors possible, and my team ended up losing. Those who were with Abel jumped for joy, but the strange thing was the celebration was silent. My group laughed because I pretended to be sad about the defeat.
We played again and this time we won. Explosion of joy! And suddenly a girl came behind me and hugged me.
At that moment, I felt millions of feelings. And for a minute I needed to move away from the group and have a moment for myself.
Being deaf-mute in Africa is not an easy obstacle to overcome. Yet, they seem happy with what they have, and they develop normally.
That hug made me think that these children have a huge lack of affection, but in fact it showed the great heart they have. It was really moving.
Next article: our second day in Uganda, at the Shimoni school.