i can't believe it's june! time is going so quickly.
'when it's cold outside,
ive got the month of may.'
greetings friends! it's winter here in the southern hemisphere and
may, may is cold! and by cold i mean maybe 50 degrees, but 50 degrees
in a concrete house with no heat is definitely cold! i'll be honest,
my bathing has decreased. i much prefer this weather to the summer
though and i am enjoying the lack of insects.
updates from february to now now! (now now is a very important tense
in zulu and one of my favorites. it actually means now. now just
means... sometime today, or tomorrow, or next week, or even next year.
but now now, now you mean business!)
school has been moving at lighting speed this year! since the
beginning of the term ive been teaching grade 6 and 7 english and for
a brief time i taught grade 9 and and even briefer time taught grade
8. there have been some slight issues at the high school.
grades 6 and 7 have been very enjoyable. i co teach with a very
dedicated educator and he is truly a pleasure to work with. we still
have our miscommunications but they make the days and classes that
much more interesting. i'm getting to know the learners and finally
seeing their personalities and growth in english over the months. it's
already been a very rewarding experience.
at the high school the teaching has been much more rocky. an educator
has transferred schools and the department will not replace her. thus,
the school is short an educator and kids are without teachers. the
teacher so happened to have several english classes. this was a
problem because i was helping her with the classes and for me to teach
the content required by the department, the co teacher is essential. i
do not have the zulu skills to teach english literature to kids who
barely understand english. and they dont yet have the english skills
to understand me. teaching here for me is a team effort and without
translation i'm not helping the kids. i could stick with basic
fundamentals of english and i would be fine alone, but they are tested
over much higher competencies. this was an ongoing saga of, is the
teacher actually leaving? who will take her classes? terri's mother
tongue is english, we dont need to replace the class with an educator,
she can go!
so, this caused a problem. the principal wanted me to teach alone
until they could get an educator. (which wont happen.) i wasnt
comfortable with this and being responsible for an entire class is not
why i feel i'm here. one of the reasons i feel i'm here is to work
together WITH teachers to teach and to help with teaching methods that
build their skills, not just to be a classroom teacher. the principal
disagreed in a very passive way.
to deal with this problem and miscommunication of my role, i went to
my other principal and asked for advice. she thought we should have a
meeting with him and discuss again my role as a peace corps volunteer.
and so we did! and it went very well and he agreed that i should not
go to the classroom by myself.
and the very next day he asked me to go to the classroom by myself.
hahaha. and i listened to him and told him again that i would not. and
i haven't. and things seem to be fine. i've realized that i cannot do
anything about it. i can't fight through the power structures of the
school and force the principal to simply redistribute the classes and
assign an educator to go to the classes with me. and while it's
frustrating things are working out.
i don't feel like the relationship between the principal and i has
suffered at all. strangely enough. he's is quite a peculiar man and i
don't think i could really do or not do anything that would really
upset him. which i guess is nice?
so, now i am helping teach grade 12 english. the school has recruited
yet another volunteer, a zulu man who wanted to go to uganda and
become a priest (something didn't work out for him there, not really
sure the full story.) he is going to teach grade 9 and i think i'll be
joining him next term. but honestly, who knows! just going with the
flow.
at both schools i'm busy with libraries. at the primary school i'm
working with the library committee to organize all the books and set
the library up for the grand opening next term. it's been lots of fun.
we held a motto contest for the learners and educators. the winning
motto, which was voted on by the majority of the school, is 'We shine
with education.' a group of 7th grade girls came up with this. I
really like it and we want to hold another contest to design a logo,
and from there a mural. i have high hopes of slapping a beautiful
image of a sun on the outside walls of the building. at the high
school we received a donation of books to start a corner library. we
have formed a committee with positions such as chair person,
secretary, treasurer, security officer, technician, and CEO. lols.
they want me to be the CEO. i'm really not sure what this means. i
think it means they are busy overworked teachers and they want me to
be mostly responsible. which is fine only i insist on involving them
in all decision making, so far things are going well.
at the primary school i've also been able to work with a community
member and the school secretary to establish two clubs.
the first is a kids club through an NGO. i'm working with a woman
named Betty, a community care giver (a health worker focused on
orphans and vulnerable children) who lives just about 800 meters away.
she is a wonderful hard working woman who brings me lots of bananas
and other fruits! she speaks very little english and so we communicate
in zulu, which i love and i am learning lots more zulu because of our
relationship. the club is for an hour during school and is made up of
20 kids who are orphans. the intention of the club is to provide the
kids with extra support. we are doing this by creating a space for the
kids to talk with each other and us, play games, and have a creative
outlet. spending time with the kids gives Betty the opportunity to see
if they need any medical attention, food parcels, school uniforms, or
interventions in their home lives. orphans are very common here. 49 of
the 246 learners at the primary school are orphans. roughly 1 of 5.
these kids have very tough lives and often live with extended family
members and sometimes live in child headed households, meaning the
oldest sibling takes the role of the parents. it's truly heart
breaking and i am very honored to have the opportunity to work with
Betty and these beautiful kiddos.
in the club we play lots of games and sing songs. the kids range from
grade r (kindergarten) to grade 5. (something i really love about the
culture here is that age doesn't matter so much. my 25 year old sister
will play with a group of kids from 7 years-early twenties and not
think a thing about it. lots of things get in the way here with
education (like health issues, having or caring for someone with TB or
HIV/AIDS, deaths, work and the need for money to support the family,
and so on) so its not uncommon to have kids 4-5 years older than the
typical age in a class. and no one minds!) so we play games and we are
going to start working on hero books. which is exactly what it sounds
like, a book about your hero. the NGO has organized kids clubs at many
schools in the area and is holding a competition/exhibiton of the
books sometime in the future. i'm very excited about this because i
hope to use it as an opportunity to teach art.
the second club is a girls club for the young ladies in grades 6 and
7. i'm working with the school secretary Sindiswa. She is an
absolutely wonderful passionate woman who since our first lengthy
conversation has wanted to do this. girls clubs are very popular in
south africa. essentially the club is a space for girls to come
together and talk about lots of issues related to being a young woman
in south africa, play games, make crafts, and have lots of fun. some
of the topics we'll be talking about are puberty, relationships,
HIV/AIDS, pregnancy, rape and abuse, self-esteem, career
opportunities, leadership, and many more. many of these are very
sensitive topics and are quite taboo. the girls club helps to erase
the taboo and provide the space for the girls to ask questions they
otherwise might not be able to find accurate answers for. lots of
myths surround topics like HIV/AIDS and sex, and it can be hard to
find the truth, talking about these things is critical. Sindiswa is
the perfect woman to work with, she is a great listener and very
knowledgeable on these issues. her heart is enormous and she truly
wants to be here for the girls.
so far we've had two meetings and in the meetings we have played some
games and talked about leadership and asked the girls to give
suggestions for the name, motto, logo, and topics they want to discuss
for the club. we decided that it was best to let the girls make as
many decisions on their own about the club so they can take ownership
and really feel comfortable. they have chosen their colors, pink and
lime green! we have also given them a baseline questionnaire to see
what they know about the above topics. we are going to give them the
same questionnaire at the end of the year so they can see how far they
have come. i'm also looking forward to the opportunity to make art
with them.
i've been thinking a lot about what it means to me to be a volunteer
and the things i want to be involved with/the needs of the community.
i am so happy about the formation and counter parts im working with in
these two clubs because they both provide the space to work on health
issues and HIV/AIDS education in an informal setting. i very much want
to be involved with these things but i lack the communication skills,
knowledge, and time to work on major community health projects. our
training here prepared us for the school setting, not the community. i
think i am trying to work out my expectations for what peace corps
service would be/what i hoped to do and what it is. i can't change my
volunteer role from schools to the community, but i can still work on
health issues through the school in these clubs and im so thankful for
this opportunity.
so between teaching, sagas, libraries, and clubs i've found myself
very happily busy!
here on some updates on things apart from projects and teaching.
in february the US consulate held a 50th anniversary event at her
house in durban for all the volunteers in the province. these events
are taking place all over the world and in the US to celebrate 50
years of service. the event was probably the fanciest thing i've ever
been to. the house was ridiculous! on the hills of durban, overlooking
the bright blue ocean, tennis courts, lighted basketball courts,
interior design that would kick matha stewarts ass, and MONKEYS just
running around. what an experience! there were speeches, hors
d'oeuvres, a bar tender, peace corps staff, people from the embassy,
volunteers, and it seemed like lots of ass kissing. but who knows!
in february my family found out i kind of had a birthday. everyone got
a huge kick out of my leap year birthday and it is now a popular joke
that i'm 5 years old. as my host sister thandeka and i got out of the
truck from going to town she came over to me and said, 'sisi i don't
have much money, but i want to give you a present.' she gave me the
most beautiful permanent purple flowers and not to sound cheesy but
i'll never in my life forget the moment, the conversation, the warm
wind, the tears swelling up in my eyes. she gives me so much and
without her i'd be so lost here, she has no idea how much she means to
me and how beautiful the gift.
in march i ran/walked a half marathon organized to provide
scholarships to high school students in rural areas to attend schools
of higher standards. many people from home responded to an email my
mom sent out and graciously donated to the cause. i can't thank you
enough for your support. the contributions are helping to change the
lives of very deserving disadvantaged kiddos. i decided to do the
race/got the details last minute and was unable to blog about the
cause before hand and i apologize for that! the race was through a
beautiful part of the country in the mpumalanga province near blyde
river canyon, the third largest canyon in the world! after the race i
went hiking and camping with some friends and had a blast. the area is
simply gorgeous.
also in march there was a peace corps training. the focus was on
health and it was sponsored by PEPFAR. we stayed in a ridiculous 5
star mediterranean themed hotel in johannesburg. it was quite a shock
to get full meals, hot showers, and clean sheets every day for a week.
we got to see the other volunteers and catch up with our old friends.
while the training was disorganized and frustrating at times i took
away lots of valuable things. overall the experience was entirely
overwhelming. i don't think ill ever be able to smoothly make the
transition from village to westernized city and all the luxuries
without being overwhelmed. the economic disparity blows my mind. south
africa is so rich in resources and has a strong economy, yet the gap
of distribution is among the largest in the world.
in april i celebrated easter with the volunteers in my area by going
to one of their sites and walking to the ocean for an easter morning
swim! yes, a volunteer lives literally a 3 hour walk from the ocean.
he loves to talk about his private beaches. we are all jealous. it was
lots of fun.
may was full of school with few breaks and so i stuck around the
village mostly.
this month the second term is closing and there is a 3 week winter
break. for the break i think i'll be staying in the village and then
going with a wonderful friend and his visiting family to Kruger
National Park to see all those wild animals! from there i plan on
visiting another friend in the limpopo province, a part of the country
i have yet to see.
being here has given me the opportunity for lots and lots of
reflection. i've been thinking about time and how wonderful it is to
be here for 2 years and why it's important to not only be here for a
few months to accomplish the goals peace corps has set out. being here
almost a year now has allowed me to really feel comfortable with where
i live, the people i work with, and to have a much greater
understanding of everything around me. and in turn the people i live
and work with are also more comfortable with me. our personalities are
coming out so much more than when i had only been here a few months.
i've seen real emotions, anger and fights, tears and passive
aggression at its best, and i've been included in conversations of
complaints about teachers and principals, i've heard secrets and
gossip, and i've trusted and been trusted. and i think these things
are all relatively new in the past months and i know it's simply
because of time. relationships take time and this is just one of the
many reasons i'm seeing that as humans, despite language and culture,
we share more similarities than differences.
silly/random/where am i moments
host mamma #2 wearing only one white glove while driving us to school... mj?
the lady behind me in line at the super market buying two cow legs-
hair, hooves and all
being asked what shenanigans means
a teacher explaining to me that he loves his wife but he loves his
kids more, and then using the anology of a cliff to further explain
his feelings, 'there is a cliff. (hands raise to a pushing position) i
would push. i would push my wife. ...etc. (lols... why so extreme?)
recruiting the bravest boy in the bush, 8 year old khanyiso, to remove
the biggest spider i've ever seen in my life from my house. now the
kids around my house know im scared of spiders. today they came over
and said, 'ngungu!' and pointed behind me, and then laughed themselves
silly. i only fell for it once but they did it probably 30 more times
and thought it was just as hilarious.
being given a huge pumpkin simply for visiting a friend
signing a teacher up for facebook
hearing students say, in english, 'bye bye miss dove i will see you
tomorrow afternoon!' and their intonation of 'bye bye' being
remarkably similar to mine
almost teaching calculus at a friend's school, (had a crash course
before but didnt get to teach because the class mysteriously ended)
going to a science expo and watching learners explain why the
helicopter they built, that can't fly, is an improvement and solution
to a current problem of helicopters (where did they get this idea to
make a helicopter?)
learners being tested by the government over subjects that are not
offered at the school
buying three gigantic scones for about 75 cents
my sister, mamma #2, and i forgetting our one year old little brother
at school but it not being a problem because it's second nature for
kids to look out for each other, (he made the 400m walk home just fine
with the neighbor!)
eating wilder-beast! tastes just like chicken!
i hope you stay safe, healthy, and happy! sending much love, now now.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
i swear i heard the goat say ngiyapila.
A belated happy holidays and new year to you! It's nearing the end of
summer here in South Africa and am I ready for the cool air. Here's a
quick update of what's been happening since October.
The last term of the school year is all about revising/reviewing and
national testing. The primary school has become a "Health Promoting
School" meaning we have met the criteria set forth by the Department
of Health, which includes- a clean environment (no trash), nutritional
food, hand washing, HIV/AIDS educational programmes, gardens, secure
fencing, etc. Gazini Primary school is the 1st school in the district
to gain HPS status, and we are all very proud! There was a series of
meetings in which the school was evaluated at the district, municipal,
and provincial levels. The assessments were tough and we stayed
sometimes until 5 o'clock at the school preparing the needed paper
work and evidence. (They say evidence for photographs and there is a
big binder called HPS Evidence File which includes pictures of the
learners and teachers in the garden, singing, washing their hands,
etc. hilarious!) It is still, at times, a shock to me to be
volunteering at this school and to work with such motivated educators.
My expectations for Peace Corps are constantly turned upside down. The
high school however, is more of what our training attempted to prepare
us for- to work with tired unmotivated educators and schools
struggling with infrastructure, a lack of resources, etc. I find
myself experiencing an echoing of the sharp divide of this country on
a daily basis when I walk 100m in the sand from one school to the
next. For me this is still a confusing place.
The second week in December we had our final phase of Pre-Service
Training. We stayed in a lodge for 5 days and attended workshops on
grant writing, literacy, food security, health, and more. We got to
take hot showers, have food cooked for us, and enjoy being together
with out fellow volunteers.
After training I did some traveling with a few volunteers. We visited
Pretoria to go to the PC office and take advantage of the internet and
we attended a cricket match! India vs South Africa. It was my first
time and we had no idea what was going on. Again the divide of the
country was visible in that we were surrounded by white people and the
food got really expensive! Next we went back to our training site to
visit our original host families and to see my host sister get
married. The wedding also illustrated this dynamic country with it's
two part structure- contemporary white wedding gown, flower girl,
suit, church, the whole works, and part two- traditional Ndebele
attire, traditional dancing, food, a huge tent, and the beloved South
African house music. After that we went to a few beaches/estuaries and
spent days in the sun and warm water of the Indian Ocean. We saw
monkeys, hippos, crocodiles, tons of brilliantly colored birds, and
the touristy side of the country. About 40k from my village is Kosi
Bay, an estuary and system of 4 lakes, immense wildlife, and
picturesque white sand and blue waves. I spent Christmas with a at a
volunteer's site and we attended the host families' traditional Zulu
wedding. It took place on a mountain top with lots of dancing,
singing, and sweet Zulu beaded threads. One day I'll add some photos.
For New Year's I was in my village. I stayed up late with my family
and at 12 we yelled and yelled and yelled and watched the few crickets
(fireworks) explode against the dark blanket of stars.
For the rest of the break I spent time with volunteers in my area, and
with the help of a friend finally painted my house and put up some
shelves. December-March is summer time here and also begins mango
season. I think from Dec-Jan I ate mangos every single day, and it was
wonderful! I've tried many of the Zulu fruits without English names
and my sister Thandeka lets me help her grind and pound the food in
the hollowed out tree stumps sometimes. One day I was ukugana
(grinding moneky nuts (peanuts)) and she thought it was hilarious! I
got tired really fast, and she made a video of me with her cell phone.
My host sister made a video of me with her cell phone! That is
definitely something I never expected that would happen in Peace
Corps. Oh also I suppose it's goat birthing seasons because the 40+
goats are now 50+ and very vocal. The little ones squeeze through the
bars on my door and visit me.
The new school year started on the 17th of January. This year I am
co-teaching English to Grades 6-9. So far the experience has been
everything from a joy to almost intolerable frustration, and the
spectrum keeps the days exciting. It's a beautiful challenge to try
and teach english with another teacher, and to teach in english
learners who don't really understand english. Eish. All in all, I find
that I love going to school. Apart from teaching I'm working on the
development of libraries in both schools and starting a girls club at
the primary school. One of my teachers from Cooper High School back
home, Mrs. Judy Falls, so kindly sent a box of books for the primary
school which we are all so grateful for and excited to read!
Speaking Zulu is still a challenge for me, kodwa ngiyazama (but i
try.) In the afternoons I spend time cleaning, reading, writing, and
more recently painting and drawing. Sometimes kids come by for help
with homework, which is this difficult language barrier I'm glad
you're here and I wish we understood each other kind of thing. It
provides some good laughs for all of us. I go jogging and a handful of
kids run with me, I love their company.
I'm becoming much more comfortable and relaxed at my home and in the
village. I think I have a healthy range of emotions and feelings
ranging from 'I love living here and 2 years doesn't seem long enough'
to 'how many more months do I have?'
At training one of our staff members asked us, as we stood in a
circle, to describe a Peace Corps moment, meaning a unique experience
we've had because we live here. Here are just a few I'd like to share:
Catching the sunrises and sunsets
Push starting Baba's truck down the hill with Thandeka and jumping on
the bumper once it gets going, riding, laughing, and finally jumping
off.
Host mama #1 knocking on my door during a heavy down pour, all to
quickly ask how I am and to give me a bowl of sweet potatoes, then
swerving around the sand, belting out Zulu gospel, enjoying the bath
from the sky. Sure do love that crazy lady.
Host mama #2 giving my KFC for dinner when I have friends visit.
Walking into grade 9, 62 learners, and teaching them about pronouns
with the song we learned in elementary school, "I and we, he and she,
it and they and you!" and listening to them sing it, and being
completely floored when it sounded like a professional gospel group
with harmony and all. It seems like everyone is born singing and
dancing here.
And all end with a quick story and a quote. At the high school the
teachers like to ask me what random sayings mean, like 'it's raining
cats and dogs.' I contsantly wonder where they get these things. DS
Mthembu says, "Terri, what does 'A rolling stone gathers no moss'
mean?"
summer here in South Africa and am I ready for the cool air. Here's a
quick update of what's been happening since October.
The last term of the school year is all about revising/reviewing and
national testing. The primary school has become a "Health Promoting
School" meaning we have met the criteria set forth by the Department
of Health, which includes- a clean environment (no trash), nutritional
food, hand washing, HIV/AIDS educational programmes, gardens, secure
fencing, etc. Gazini Primary school is the 1st school in the district
to gain HPS status, and we are all very proud! There was a series of
meetings in which the school was evaluated at the district, municipal,
and provincial levels. The assessments were tough and we stayed
sometimes until 5 o'clock at the school preparing the needed paper
work and evidence. (They say evidence for photographs and there is a
big binder called HPS Evidence File which includes pictures of the
learners and teachers in the garden, singing, washing their hands,
etc. hilarious!) It is still, at times, a shock to me to be
volunteering at this school and to work with such motivated educators.
My expectations for Peace Corps are constantly turned upside down. The
high school however, is more of what our training attempted to prepare
us for- to work with tired unmotivated educators and schools
struggling with infrastructure, a lack of resources, etc. I find
myself experiencing an echoing of the sharp divide of this country on
a daily basis when I walk 100m in the sand from one school to the
next. For me this is still a confusing place.
The second week in December we had our final phase of Pre-Service
Training. We stayed in a lodge for 5 days and attended workshops on
grant writing, literacy, food security, health, and more. We got to
take hot showers, have food cooked for us, and enjoy being together
with out fellow volunteers.
After training I did some traveling with a few volunteers. We visited
Pretoria to go to the PC office and take advantage of the internet and
we attended a cricket match! India vs South Africa. It was my first
time and we had no idea what was going on. Again the divide of the
country was visible in that we were surrounded by white people and the
food got really expensive! Next we went back to our training site to
visit our original host families and to see my host sister get
married. The wedding also illustrated this dynamic country with it's
two part structure- contemporary white wedding gown, flower girl,
suit, church, the whole works, and part two- traditional Ndebele
attire, traditional dancing, food, a huge tent, and the beloved South
African house music. After that we went to a few beaches/estuaries and
spent days in the sun and warm water of the Indian Ocean. We saw
monkeys, hippos, crocodiles, tons of brilliantly colored birds, and
the touristy side of the country. About 40k from my village is Kosi
Bay, an estuary and system of 4 lakes, immense wildlife, and
picturesque white sand and blue waves. I spent Christmas with a at a
volunteer's site and we attended the host families' traditional Zulu
wedding. It took place on a mountain top with lots of dancing,
singing, and sweet Zulu beaded threads. One day I'll add some photos.
For New Year's I was in my village. I stayed up late with my family
and at 12 we yelled and yelled and yelled and watched the few crickets
(fireworks) explode against the dark blanket of stars.
For the rest of the break I spent time with volunteers in my area, and
with the help of a friend finally painted my house and put up some
shelves. December-March is summer time here and also begins mango
season. I think from Dec-Jan I ate mangos every single day, and it was
wonderful! I've tried many of the Zulu fruits without English names
and my sister Thandeka lets me help her grind and pound the food in
the hollowed out tree stumps sometimes. One day I was ukugana
(grinding moneky nuts (peanuts)) and she thought it was hilarious! I
got tired really fast, and she made a video of me with her cell phone.
My host sister made a video of me with her cell phone! That is
definitely something I never expected that would happen in Peace
Corps. Oh also I suppose it's goat birthing seasons because the 40+
goats are now 50+ and very vocal. The little ones squeeze through the
bars on my door and visit me.
The new school year started on the 17th of January. This year I am
co-teaching English to Grades 6-9. So far the experience has been
everything from a joy to almost intolerable frustration, and the
spectrum keeps the days exciting. It's a beautiful challenge to try
and teach english with another teacher, and to teach in english
learners who don't really understand english. Eish. All in all, I find
that I love going to school. Apart from teaching I'm working on the
development of libraries in both schools and starting a girls club at
the primary school. One of my teachers from Cooper High School back
home, Mrs. Judy Falls, so kindly sent a box of books for the primary
school which we are all so grateful for and excited to read!
Speaking Zulu is still a challenge for me, kodwa ngiyazama (but i
try.) In the afternoons I spend time cleaning, reading, writing, and
more recently painting and drawing. Sometimes kids come by for help
with homework, which is this difficult language barrier I'm glad
you're here and I wish we understood each other kind of thing. It
provides some good laughs for all of us. I go jogging and a handful of
kids run with me, I love their company.
I'm becoming much more comfortable and relaxed at my home and in the
village. I think I have a healthy range of emotions and feelings
ranging from 'I love living here and 2 years doesn't seem long enough'
to 'how many more months do I have?'
At training one of our staff members asked us, as we stood in a
circle, to describe a Peace Corps moment, meaning a unique experience
we've had because we live here. Here are just a few I'd like to share:
Catching the sunrises and sunsets
Push starting Baba's truck down the hill with Thandeka and jumping on
the bumper once it gets going, riding, laughing, and finally jumping
off.
Host mama #1 knocking on my door during a heavy down pour, all to
quickly ask how I am and to give me a bowl of sweet potatoes, then
swerving around the sand, belting out Zulu gospel, enjoying the bath
from the sky. Sure do love that crazy lady.
Host mama #2 giving my KFC for dinner when I have friends visit.
Walking into grade 9, 62 learners, and teaching them about pronouns
with the song we learned in elementary school, "I and we, he and she,
it and they and you!" and listening to them sing it, and being
completely floored when it sounded like a professional gospel group
with harmony and all. It seems like everyone is born singing and
dancing here.
And all end with a quick story and a quote. At the high school the
teachers like to ask me what random sayings mean, like 'it's raining
cats and dogs.' I contsantly wonder where they get these things. DS
Mthembu says, "Terri, what does 'A rolling stone gathers no moss'
mean?"
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Free free free
"Feel Free! Free free free!" 1st Month at Site
October 20 2010
When I arrived one the first things my host family told me was to feel
free. To be free here, that this is my home. They remind me of this
often. I'm amazed at how welcoming and loving this culture is.
Gazini in Zulu means blood. Once long ago (the 1800's) there was a
great battle between the Zulu king and some ruffians. I was told by my
father there was a lot of blood, thus we call this place Gazini. I'm
working on getting more details to this story.
During my first week here I was overwhelmed and bombarded with new
people and places. One of my principals/supervisors, Mrs. Mavundla
(her first name is Brilliant, and it's true, she is absolutely
brilliant) took me into Maguzi to go shopping as my 2 room house only
contained my bags of clothes and books, and a borrowed desk, stove,
bed, candle, and two chairs. She advised me on essentials and helped
me to find the cheapest buckets in town, she's an excellent bargain
shopper. She showed me again the police station, hospital, post
office, library, and educational resource center.
I love my house. It's two small rooms with more than enough space for
all of my things. I have no electricity, which I am enjoying more that
I thought I would. I use candles at night and pay a lot more attention
to the sun, as it's so much easier to do things like wash dishes,
sweep the floor, and study Zulu with sunlight. I charge my cell phone
and computer at the school, which is powered by a solar panel. I cook
on a single burner gas stove. I only have foods that don't need to be
refrigerated, (at least until winter when my house will be a
refrigerator), and I pump water from a boer hole about 50m away and
store it in two 25L buckets in my kitchen area. I refill them about
once a week, twice depending on how many baths I take. I use a pit
latrine complete with cockroaches that usually manage to be on their
backs squirming around. I help escort them outside with a broom kept
in the latrine for that purpose. A plus to a latrine, you don't have
to flush! I don't have a lot of trash, but when I do i take it to a
big hole where we burn it. Sadly I'm unaware of an alternative. I do
plan on helping to build a compost pile both at the schools and
starting one at my house.
My second morning here 4 learners from grade 7 and two teachers came
to my house to build a laundry line for me. They brought the gum tree
wood, tools, and wire and in about an hour I had a magnificent 3 line
laundry line. Back in Lubbock I made my own laundry line in front of
our apartment once, and the land lady made me take it down almost
immediately because she said it looked tacky. Differences. I think
hanging laundry is one of the most beautiful sights in the world.
Seeing colorful cloth blow in the wind stops me. After I take my
laundry off the line I smell it for a good 5 minutes or so, it smells
so good.
There were so many meetings. I had a meeting with my host family, met
the teachers at both the primary and high school, the SGB committees
and the SGB members (School Governing Body- comprised of teachers,
parents, community members, and learners, like a PTO), the local
induna (a traditional leader- he's the headman under the chief of the
area, and you need his approval to do anything in the community), the
learners, parents, and the bakkie (truck) drivers. It was bananas. I
always introduced myself in Zulu, speaking a little about where I'm
from and why I'm here, that later being more difficult to explain. The
parents were particularly shocked at my baby Zulu intro and like to
think I am fluent, or 100% at Zulu. Mostly people are really happy and
patient when I butcher their language, especially the kids.
After the week of meetings and settling in I started attending school
everyday, alternating days at the two and doing half days at each on
Fridays. I began interviewing all the teachers and started observing
classes. The interviews have been very helpful in gaining a better
idea of the needs of the schools, thus directing my work for the next
two years.
Gazini Primary School is easily the cleanest most well taken care of
aesthetically pleasing rural school I've seen in South Africa. Why?
Mrs. Mavundla is a very hard worker, and she has a vision. She is so
inspiring. She's a badass. She says, "I want to excel and grow
everyday, I have the challenge to do more than this!" The school is
part of a government program promoting health so there is no trash on
the grounds. I can't emphasize enough how rare this is, to not see
trash all over a school. All over South Africa woman called hokers
come around lunch time to sell candy, cakes, chips, etc to the kids
and teachers and usually that means plastic all over the place. But
not here! The school has the start of a library, a project I am going
to get involved with. There is a garden where each grade has a plot
taken care of by the learners. Every grade has their own classroom.
The school is landscaped by an employed groundsman with flowers and
trees Mrs. Mavundla has gotten donated. Mrs. Mavundla manages the
school with transparency and constant communication with the teachers
and staff. Everyone is aware of the budget, everyone has a say, there
are many committees, and generally I feel it's a happy place. I feel
very lucky to be working at this school.
Manhlenga Highschool, located 100m from Gazini PS, is a different
story. For reasons I am still discovering this school is severely
under resourced and has a slew of other issues. There is obvious
tension in management, there are not enough classrooms for the school
to offer needed/additional courses, there is no garden, library,
computer lab, or science lab. The toilets have seen and smelled better
days. Teachers and students seem to be tired, over worked, and
demotivated. There is no electricity or running water. Through
interviews I have been getting to know the staff and there are many
intelligent hopeful teachers willing to do work to make their school a
better place. I'm still not sure where to start, but I hope to have a
better idea in the coming weeks.
The beauty of PC (Peace Corps) is that we as volunteers are here to
build capacity, not to provide resources. We are here to work
sustainably, together with people, to transfer our skills, and to act
as a guide and facilitator to help make and encourage the changes that
are needed. Maybe the schools need more resources (which they do), so
our role is to help them find ways to get these resources, to aid in
organizing a strategy, to guide the various application processes,
etc, not to do it for them. To some teachers this is a strange
concept, one I have to reiterate a lot because many of them excepted
me to just be a full time teacher or to be someone that would make a
computer lab pop up.
We are in what PC calls the observation phase, a 3 month period ending
with a training. We aren't supposed to begin any projects, rather we
are supposed to inquire and gather information. I've got a ton so far,
and I've found lots of eager smiling faces. I'm very excited for
January when we get to really begin.
Some random surprising/hilarious/maybe frustrating experiences:
Everyone knows who Chuck Norris is.
In the bakkie driving to and from town, we listen to random music like
Hero, by Enrique Iglesias, Kenny G, Mariah Carey, Evanescence techno
remixes,and Rihanna to name a few.
I met my first South African vegetarian (so rare, I think South
Africans might love meat more than Americans)- Dumisani, a brilliant
22 year old male teacher, he's vegetarian for health reasons and his
church encourages it.
My host mom taught me how to crack peanuts correctly!
I am given fresh veggies/fruit a few times a week- lettuce, cabbage,
sweet potatoes, spinach, beet root, tomatoes, onions, butternut
squash, apples, and best of all bananas. The most delicious bananas
I've ever tasted. I feel so lucky to live here.
One Saturday the ward manager (the boss of the principals in the area)
came by my house, along with two other volunteers, and we collected
about 20 South Africans and 3 other volunteers and headed to the
beach. (All in one bakkie!) Why? I'm not really sure, but hey, it was
an incredible day! The beach we went to was a nature reserve on the
Indian Ocean. Breathtaking. Pure white sand, no people but us, no
stores, no trash, warm gentle blue waves, mountains of green, monkeys
in the brush.
When the moon is not out I think I can see all of the stars. Zero
light/air pollution. Being in the southern hemisphere the stars are
new to me. In the morning I can see a familiar face in Orion, and
Venus shines brightly.
I run in the afternoons and sometimes kids trail behind or take
shortcuts through the brush to get ahead. They love to sprint far up
the path and the collapse on the sand. The first time this happen I
was slightly worried, but then I realized they are just having fun. We
sing silly songs in Zulu and English like, "Siyagijima! We are
running!" It's a good way to teach each other, and we all love it. I
hope to add more interesting lyrics as my Zulu progresses.
I haven't had too many frustrating experiences so far. I think the
most frustrating thing is a lack of communication back home and
unreliable internet access. It's just a matter of time though,
adjusting to using a cell phone for internet, not being able to see
pictures online, and only sending emails once a week is something I'll
have to embrace. Which is because I know I'm really lucky to have
these opportunities.
My dad has 40 goats, and I think I'm developing an affection to them.
They hang out around my house at night, rubbing up against the walls
scratching themselves and carrying on conversations in yet another
language foreign to me. I think they want to come in my house and hang
out, but right now they are too timid. Maybe one day we'll all have
some coffee together.
My 25 year old host sister Thandeka and I get along very well. She
speaks some english and helps me a lot with my Zulu. She is really
beautiful, has tons of energy, and is a teacher of Grade R at the
primary school. Grade R is like kindergarden. She tells me she loves
to play with the kids. Truth! One afternoon I watched her manage 53
kids holding hands outside in a circle playing a game learning
vocabulary words and running around chasing each other. It was
incredible, and we laughed so much at these adorable kids. She
realized both out names start with T and so now she refers to and
introduces us as 'T squared.' T^2.
That's all for now. I hope to make blogging a habit at least once a
month, maybe more. I hope that you are all well in good health and
happiness. I miss you very much and send lots of love through the
wind!
October 20 2010
When I arrived one the first things my host family told me was to feel
free. To be free here, that this is my home. They remind me of this
often. I'm amazed at how welcoming and loving this culture is.
Gazini in Zulu means blood. Once long ago (the 1800's) there was a
great battle between the Zulu king and some ruffians. I was told by my
father there was a lot of blood, thus we call this place Gazini. I'm
working on getting more details to this story.
During my first week here I was overwhelmed and bombarded with new
people and places. One of my principals/supervisors, Mrs. Mavundla
(her first name is Brilliant, and it's true, she is absolutely
brilliant) took me into Maguzi to go shopping as my 2 room house only
contained my bags of clothes and books, and a borrowed desk, stove,
bed, candle, and two chairs. She advised me on essentials and helped
me to find the cheapest buckets in town, she's an excellent bargain
shopper. She showed me again the police station, hospital, post
office, library, and educational resource center.
I love my house. It's two small rooms with more than enough space for
all of my things. I have no electricity, which I am enjoying more that
I thought I would. I use candles at night and pay a lot more attention
to the sun, as it's so much easier to do things like wash dishes,
sweep the floor, and study Zulu with sunlight. I charge my cell phone
and computer at the school, which is powered by a solar panel. I cook
on a single burner gas stove. I only have foods that don't need to be
refrigerated, (at least until winter when my house will be a
refrigerator), and I pump water from a boer hole about 50m away and
store it in two 25L buckets in my kitchen area. I refill them about
once a week, twice depending on how many baths I take. I use a pit
latrine complete with cockroaches that usually manage to be on their
backs squirming around. I help escort them outside with a broom kept
in the latrine for that purpose. A plus to a latrine, you don't have
to flush! I don't have a lot of trash, but when I do i take it to a
big hole where we burn it. Sadly I'm unaware of an alternative. I do
plan on helping to build a compost pile both at the schools and
starting one at my house.
My second morning here 4 learners from grade 7 and two teachers came
to my house to build a laundry line for me. They brought the gum tree
wood, tools, and wire and in about an hour I had a magnificent 3 line
laundry line. Back in Lubbock I made my own laundry line in front of
our apartment once, and the land lady made me take it down almost
immediately because she said it looked tacky. Differences. I think
hanging laundry is one of the most beautiful sights in the world.
Seeing colorful cloth blow in the wind stops me. After I take my
laundry off the line I smell it for a good 5 minutes or so, it smells
so good.
There were so many meetings. I had a meeting with my host family, met
the teachers at both the primary and high school, the SGB committees
and the SGB members (School Governing Body- comprised of teachers,
parents, community members, and learners, like a PTO), the local
induna (a traditional leader- he's the headman under the chief of the
area, and you need his approval to do anything in the community), the
learners, parents, and the bakkie (truck) drivers. It was bananas. I
always introduced myself in Zulu, speaking a little about where I'm
from and why I'm here, that later being more difficult to explain. The
parents were particularly shocked at my baby Zulu intro and like to
think I am fluent, or 100% at Zulu. Mostly people are really happy and
patient when I butcher their language, especially the kids.
After the week of meetings and settling in I started attending school
everyday, alternating days at the two and doing half days at each on
Fridays. I began interviewing all the teachers and started observing
classes. The interviews have been very helpful in gaining a better
idea of the needs of the schools, thus directing my work for the next
two years.
Gazini Primary School is easily the cleanest most well taken care of
aesthetically pleasing rural school I've seen in South Africa. Why?
Mrs. Mavundla is a very hard worker, and she has a vision. She is so
inspiring. She's a badass. She says, "I want to excel and grow
everyday, I have the challenge to do more than this!" The school is
part of a government program promoting health so there is no trash on
the grounds. I can't emphasize enough how rare this is, to not see
trash all over a school. All over South Africa woman called hokers
come around lunch time to sell candy, cakes, chips, etc to the kids
and teachers and usually that means plastic all over the place. But
not here! The school has the start of a library, a project I am going
to get involved with. There is a garden where each grade has a plot
taken care of by the learners. Every grade has their own classroom.
The school is landscaped by an employed groundsman with flowers and
trees Mrs. Mavundla has gotten donated. Mrs. Mavundla manages the
school with transparency and constant communication with the teachers
and staff. Everyone is aware of the budget, everyone has a say, there
are many committees, and generally I feel it's a happy place. I feel
very lucky to be working at this school.
Manhlenga Highschool, located 100m from Gazini PS, is a different
story. For reasons I am still discovering this school is severely
under resourced and has a slew of other issues. There is obvious
tension in management, there are not enough classrooms for the school
to offer needed/additional courses, there is no garden, library,
computer lab, or science lab. The toilets have seen and smelled better
days. Teachers and students seem to be tired, over worked, and
demotivated. There is no electricity or running water. Through
interviews I have been getting to know the staff and there are many
intelligent hopeful teachers willing to do work to make their school a
better place. I'm still not sure where to start, but I hope to have a
better idea in the coming weeks.
The beauty of PC (Peace Corps) is that we as volunteers are here to
build capacity, not to provide resources. We are here to work
sustainably, together with people, to transfer our skills, and to act
as a guide and facilitator to help make and encourage the changes that
are needed. Maybe the schools need more resources (which they do), so
our role is to help them find ways to get these resources, to aid in
organizing a strategy, to guide the various application processes,
etc, not to do it for them. To some teachers this is a strange
concept, one I have to reiterate a lot because many of them excepted
me to just be a full time teacher or to be someone that would make a
computer lab pop up.
We are in what PC calls the observation phase, a 3 month period ending
with a training. We aren't supposed to begin any projects, rather we
are supposed to inquire and gather information. I've got a ton so far,
and I've found lots of eager smiling faces. I'm very excited for
January when we get to really begin.
Some random surprising/hilarious/maybe frustrating experiences:
Everyone knows who Chuck Norris is.
In the bakkie driving to and from town, we listen to random music like
Hero, by Enrique Iglesias, Kenny G, Mariah Carey, Evanescence techno
remixes,and Rihanna to name a few.
I met my first South African vegetarian (so rare, I think South
Africans might love meat more than Americans)- Dumisani, a brilliant
22 year old male teacher, he's vegetarian for health reasons and his
church encourages it.
My host mom taught me how to crack peanuts correctly!
I am given fresh veggies/fruit a few times a week- lettuce, cabbage,
sweet potatoes, spinach, beet root, tomatoes, onions, butternut
squash, apples, and best of all bananas. The most delicious bananas
I've ever tasted. I feel so lucky to live here.
One Saturday the ward manager (the boss of the principals in the area)
came by my house, along with two other volunteers, and we collected
about 20 South Africans and 3 other volunteers and headed to the
beach. (All in one bakkie!) Why? I'm not really sure, but hey, it was
an incredible day! The beach we went to was a nature reserve on the
Indian Ocean. Breathtaking. Pure white sand, no people but us, no
stores, no trash, warm gentle blue waves, mountains of green, monkeys
in the brush.
When the moon is not out I think I can see all of the stars. Zero
light/air pollution. Being in the southern hemisphere the stars are
new to me. In the morning I can see a familiar face in Orion, and
Venus shines brightly.
I run in the afternoons and sometimes kids trail behind or take
shortcuts through the brush to get ahead. They love to sprint far up
the path and the collapse on the sand. The first time this happen I
was slightly worried, but then I realized they are just having fun. We
sing silly songs in Zulu and English like, "Siyagijima! We are
running!" It's a good way to teach each other, and we all love it. I
hope to add more interesting lyrics as my Zulu progresses.
I haven't had too many frustrating experiences so far. I think the
most frustrating thing is a lack of communication back home and
unreliable internet access. It's just a matter of time though,
adjusting to using a cell phone for internet, not being able to see
pictures online, and only sending emails once a week is something I'll
have to embrace. Which is because I know I'm really lucky to have
these opportunities.
My dad has 40 goats, and I think I'm developing an affection to them.
They hang out around my house at night, rubbing up against the walls
scratching themselves and carrying on conversations in yet another
language foreign to me. I think they want to come in my house and hang
out, but right now they are too timid. Maybe one day we'll all have
some coffee together.
My 25 year old host sister Thandeka and I get along very well. She
speaks some english and helps me a lot with my Zulu. She is really
beautiful, has tons of energy, and is a teacher of Grade R at the
primary school. Grade R is like kindergarden. She tells me she loves
to play with the kids. Truth! One afternoon I watched her manage 53
kids holding hands outside in a circle playing a game learning
vocabulary words and running around chasing each other. It was
incredible, and we laughed so much at these adorable kids. She
realized both out names start with T and so now she refers to and
introduces us as 'T squared.' T^2.
That's all for now. I hope to make blogging a habit at least once a
month, maybe more. I hope that you are all well in good health and
happiness. I miss you very much and send lots of love through the
wind!
PST
PST (Pre Service Training)
Currently I have very limited internet access and so my wonderful
friend Laura Zak is posting this for me. Thus there will be some delay
from when I type posts and when they get posted. Thank you Buns!
Also I've gotten some snail mail! Thank you so much Chrissy and the
mailroom, Keeley, Grant, and Mom. I love you all very much. Also many
thanks to anyone else who has sent letters that haven't yet arrived. I
can't explain what joy a letter from home brings. If you send me a
letter, I promise to write back!
PST (Pre Service Training)
Hello friends!! I'm so happy to be here with you!
Currently I have very limited internet access and so my wonderful
friend/roomie Laura Zak is posting this for me. Thus there will be
some delay from when I type posts and when they get posted. Thank you
Buns!
Also I've gotten some snail mail! Thank you so much Chrissy and the
mailroom, Keeley, Grant, and Mom. I love you all very much. Also many
thanks to anyone else who has sent letters that haven't yet arrived. I
can't explain what joy a letter from home brings. If you send me a
letter, I promise to write back!
16 October 2010
Yesterday, October 15th, marked the three month point of my training
group, SA 22 (South Africa's 22nd group of volunteers) in this
beautiful country. It's been a month since we swore in and completed
training. Even though this is the first time I feel like I can write
about some experiences without feeling completely overwhelmed, I'm
still unsure how I would like to write about it. Training was quite
hectic and there was little time for reflection. Being at site has
given me time to think about how I could possibly explain what Peace
Corps has been like for me to people back home. It's impossible to
convey all of my feelings and experiences but I'll do my best to
share! (This is going to be a loooong post. I promise not to ramble so
much in the future!) Let's go back to the start!
Staging
My mom, dad, sister, and I left Cooper, Texas at 4am so we could have
one last meal at IHOP together and get to the airport on time. We said
our emotional goodbyes and they watched me walk all the way through
security. On the flight I met an amazing woman who loves purple
(because purple reminds her of God) and now she is following this
blog! At the airport in Philadelphia I spotted another volunteer, Ryan
Monaghan, who had large bags and the blue PC invitation packet. Such a
relief. Together we took a van to our hotel.
I met my roommate Megan Hughes and we became friends instantly! Also I
discovered she plays oboe, just like my roommate and friend Laura Zak!
Oh oboe. We went to be touristy so we got a Philly cheesesteak, which
was delicious.
The two days in Philly were spent getting shots, getting paper work,
and getting to know Peace Corps and each other. Our group of 53 was
unusual as we have more males than females. At 2am on the last
day/night we boarded buses heading for JFK in New York. I've never
been to New York and my 5am delirious thoughts were, 'Wow, that's a
lot of concrete.' In a crazy rush we all boarded the plane around 11am
and embarked on our 15 hour flight.
Arrival and Week 1
Landing, what a rush. It was so cold! Season are reversed here and
man, they weren't kidding about it being cold. Due to those wonderful
things called time zones, it was also morning again, about 8am. We
were all exhausted. The air was crisp and the sky so blue as we landed
in Johannesburg. The PC Country Director and some staff met us at the
gate with giant signs welcoming us. We took a bus to our training
site.
We arrived at the college where we would spend the next week and were
greeted by the singing and dancing training staff. Exhausted we ate
and had a day full of orientation, language lessons, and
introductions. We stayed in dorms, 4 to a room, and married couples in
their own. We have 3 married couples in our group.
During this week we were interviewed, attended sessions on south
african history, education, peace corps policies, safety, and learned
greetings in 5 different languages. We learned how to say 'I don't
speak Afrikaans.' in Afrikaans. In our free time we played a lot of
frisbee, a trainee held yoga classes, we read, played soccer complete
with vuvuzelas, watched documentaries on apartheid, and generally had
a great time learning and bonding.
Towards the end of the week our language groups were announced. The 52
of us were split into groups of 4-6 paired with an LCF (Language and
Cultural Facilitator- a South African) who would teach us our target
language for the next 7 weeks.
Homestay
On our last day at the college families from the surrounding villages
came to collect us, their American children! These families knew back
in March we were coming to stay with them. (They knew about us before
we knew were we going to South Africa.) The excitement was incredible.
We all sat in a room together, Americans on one side, South Africans
on the other. Our training director, Victor, called out our names and
we jumped up and ran across the room to hug our moms/dads/brothers/and
sisters. Singing, clapping, and laughter filled the room. I was
nervous to stay with a family who I could potentially not communicate
with and honestly, I had no idea what was going on, what to expect, so
many crazy emotions and thoughts. When my sister Maureen warmly
embraced me, speaking some english, I felt a huge sense of relief. She
told me we would be watching The Bold and the Beautiful, Rhythm City,
the news, and Generations every night. I was so confused. We collected
our groceries and her husband drove us to our house.
The 52 of us spilt into 3 clusters staying in 3 neighboring villages.
2 within walking distance of the college, one only accessible by
transport. I stayed in Ga Phaala, which is pronounced something like
'gah-pah-sha." It took me at least a week to say it right.
When we got to our house there were what felt like at least 508 people
there. I greeted everyone in Zulu, nervously, and we all smiled so
much it hurt. The neighbors were over, kids running around, chickens,
goats, cows in the street, hanging laundry, cool air. I had no idea
who was in my family and I couldn't remember anyone's names. My little
sister Thapelo danced just like Shakira to Waka Waka. My ma (who
speaks no english) made us tea. I set my stuff down in my room and
spent the afternoon feeling overwhelmed and amazed at how beautiful my
family and Ga Phaala was, and I spent a lot of time thinking, 'how is
this happening? what am i doing here? this is ridiculous, i can't
believe i'm here.'
After composing myself enough to think straight I got some paper and
pen and asked Maureen to help me write down everyone's names and what
order all the kiddos were born. Not that writing the names helped me
to remember as at this point I couldn't pronounce most of what I
heard. Mostly though, it was wonderful.
I stayed in my own room with a bed, desk, wardrobe for all my clothes,
and two buckets! There was no bathroom in the house, your bedroom was
the bathroom. Baths were taken in large buckets on the floor, filled
with hot water from the stove. Washing my long hair was quite the task
(which was a major reason I decided to shave my head in the next few
weeks.) I had taken bucket baths before and it was one of the things I
was most excited for during these two years. I really love a good
bucket bath. The toilet was a pit latrine outside. At night when it
wasn't the best idea to be outside, we all used buckets in our room
that we would empty early in the next morning. Water came from a
faucet outside the house and was stored in large buckets in the
kitchen. No kitchen sink taught me the importance of buckets in South
Africa. Buckets, buckets, buckets! They are so important, and have
many uses!
The next day we went with our LCF and language group to walk around
the village and locate important things like the school, shops, each
others houses, the pick up point for transport, etc.
Training
Our training began at 8am, meaning the mornings began around 6am
lending enough time for bathing, eating, and preparing for the day.
While no day was really typical we often began with language lessons
at my LCF S'ne's house. We were taught Zulu for about 2-3 hours and
then we all walked to the school to meet with the other groups staying
in Ga Phaala for sessions on various things like education, history,
Peace Corps, safety, etc. Our day finished anywhere from 3-5pm and
then we would walk home and spend the evenings with our families. My
sister Martha cooked dinner every night. Dinner was often pap (corn
porridge) a vegetable, gravy, and meat. We ate dinner while watching
the various soap operas and then we would drink tea. I watched more
television in these 2 months that I had in the past 4 years. When I
had the energy I would try and study some Zulu before going to bed.
Everyday I was exhausted and would go to sleep as early as 7pm.
On weekends we spent time with our families, took field trips,
sometimes had sessions in one large group at the college, and had
braai's (South Africa's term for BBQ's/parties.) We visited the Peace
Corps office in Pretoria, got to go to a few malls, toured the
Voortrekker and Apartheid museums, went to a game reserve, and visited
cultural centers.
Some of my favorite memories from training are with my host family,
who I grew very close to. I stayed with my Ma, older sister Martha
(25) and younger sister Thapelo (16.) The extended family visited on
weekends. Ma has 7 kids who also have kids. Ma greeted me everyday
with "Sanibonani Nomhlekabo Manthibela!" A neighbor gave me the
Ndebele (the prominent language of Ga Phaala, which is very similar to
Zulu) name Nomhlekabo, meaning beautiful. I found it pretty
embarassing!
Ma speaks no english and my Zulu was pretty bad, yet we found plenty
of ways to communicate, lots of gestures, and lots of her yelling for
Martha and Thapelo to translate. It was always fun when we were the
only two home. She took such good care of me. In the evenings she
always made sure I had dinner, had a blanket while we watched TV, and
made me take extra apples for lunch. One day I was feeling really sick
and I spent the whole day asleep in my room. I found out the next day
she hadn't slept at all because she was so worried about me. I
couldn't believe it. She treated me like her own child, and introduced
me as such. Church was what she lived for. She's a member of the Zion
Christian Church. On some Sundays I would go to with her and Thapelo.
Church was about a 20 minute walk to a beautiful patch of earth where
we gathered under a tree singing hymns, clapping, and dancing for over
an hour. After the singing the men would sit in plastic chairs in the
shade and the women sat on mats and cardboard boxes on the dirt in the
sun. For the next hour there was preaching, praying, and more singing.
Because I was there a kind man translated everything into English. Ma
and I grew very close even though we couldn't really speak directly.
One evening I made tea for all of us and I brought the tray out to Ma
who was sitting outside. Martha was inside cooking dinner. Ma isn't
supposed to have sugar, and Martha and Thapelo know that. I was
pouring in the milk for her and she gestured to me and said in Ndebele
to put two spoonfuls of sugar in. We laughed and made sure Martha
wasn't watching, and I gave her two spoonfuls of sugar.
Martha spoke pretty great English and we talked a lot about cultural
differences and about the tv shows we watched. Once we watched fear
factor together. (Yes, watching Joe Rogan encouraging people to eat
giant spiders, while sitting on a couch in South Africa is definitely
something I never thought would happen in my life.) (A common thing my
fellow trainees and I would say is, 'how is this happening!') Martha
taught me to cook pap and how to boil the heck out of every vegetable.
I taught her how to make pizza! We did a pretty good job, and made it
a second time before I left. One day Martha and I were talking about
currency and I showed her a dollar bill. $1 is equal to about 7Rand.
She was so amazed at how large and green the bill was, I let her keep
it. She's so proud of that dollar. I started running in the mornings
around 5:30am and Martha wanted to come with me. I told my sister
Thapelo she was going to run with me and Thapelo looked shocked. She
told me Martha is very lazy. We laughed. Martha only ran with me once.
Thapelo is really brilliant and always smiling. She is in grade 10 and
attends a science and math high school. She wants to be an electrical
engineer and I'm certain she will be one day. I think her smile and
laugh could change the world. One of her chores around the house was
to do the dishes every night. I often helped her and we would have
great conversations about school, life, aspirations, boys, music, and
dancing. We listened to music from her cell phone, lots of Shakira,
Rihanna, Beyonnce, Mariah Carry, an Imogean Heap remix, and my
favorite, house music. House music was always blaring in Ga Phaala.
Thapelo would invite me to walk around with her friends and we would
all talk or go pick up a few things from the little tuck shops around
town. (tuck shops are small stores, sometimes out of people's houses,
where they sell things like bread, milk, eggs, chips, candies, cold
drinks, etc.) Thapelo taught me to do laundry by hand and how to
properly hang clothes on a line. You have to arrange your clothes by
color.
About 3 weeks into our training a Public Servant strike (meaning
teachers) swept the country and the schools were closed. An intricate
component of our training was practical classroom observation and
teaching, so the strike really threw off the program. We could no
longer meet at the schools in our villages and so daily we were
transported to the college to continue an altered program.
Flexibility and patience became extremely important as we never really
knew what would happen the next day. The strike could have ended at
any time, and not being in schools caused the sessions to be out of
order. We all dealt with the constant uncertainty differently. By
constant uncertainty I mean things like not knowing our swear in date,
when we would go to site, how much longer we would live with our
families, etc. This really taught me to relax and take one day at a
time. Going with the flow had a whole new meaning.
We spent a lot of time in our language groups. My group was comprised
of Stacey and Tony, a brilliant married couple who has previously
served in Peace Corps Madagascar, Mike, a really funny, witty,
intelligent guy from New Jersey intrested in international
development, Randall a Master's International student originally from
Florida who is doing Peace Corps as a component of his Master's degree
at Texas Tech (Surprising I know, although we didn't know each other
at Tech. It's really nice to be able to talk about Lubbock with
someone here.), and Danny, a crazy intelligent guy, also from New
Jersey, interested in water sanitation. Sinehlanhla Dlamini (S'ne) was
our LCF. She is 22 and from Durban. She was a great Zulu teacher and
we always had a lot of fun in class. We sang head shoulders knees and
toes in Zulu. I have a video of this that one day will make it to this
blog. The 6 of us became a happy little family. Our language lessons
were at her homestay by the back house, which Randall liked to call
the pool shed. There are no pools in Ga Phaala.
At week 6 we had site announcement, which was a very exciting day! It
felt really great to have a better idea of where we would be for the
next two years. A giant map was on the wall with all of our pictures
on it. We are all placed in clusters around the country. A cluster is
a group of 3-7 nearby volunteers who share a shopping town. A shopping
town is a major town where you can buy groceries, access a post
office, hospital, police station, etc.
A fellow trainee and friend, Elisha Naylor, and I decided we were
going to shave our heads. Her hair was about as long as mine. I have
lots of great pictures and videos that are on there way. We went to
her house and our friend, Dave Summers, brought the shaver and the
scissors. About 10 other trainees came over for the occasion, along
with Elisha's huge South African family and their friends. We
braided our hair and Dave cut the braid's off. I am planning to send
our hair to my friend Keeley as soon as I can figure out how to
appropriately mail it, so that she can donate it for us. Keeley is so
kind! After the braid's were gone he shaved our heads so our hair was
about half an inch in length. I was a little nervous but more excited
and when it was over, it felt so amazing. Elisha and I thought it
would be fun to be silly with our hair so Elisha kept a mullet and I
had a mohawk for a day. Elisha's family was so impressed with her new
do that they hired a photographer and took a family picture, complete
with her mullet. Hilarious! I was really nervous to go home with a
mohawk to my family, but they loved it. They kept saying how beautiful
I looked, how much they liked it, and they thought it made me look
smarter? Haha, so funny. Everyone was so complimenting.
During week 7 we had our Language Placement Exams, a conversation in
our target language. If you passed great! If you did not pass you
would be required to hire a tutor once at site and take the exam again
at the next training, which really is no big deal. We are all
encouraged to get a tutor regardless of our score. Thankfully I
passed, although my Zulu needs an infinite amount of work. (I'm slowly
getting better!)
After LPI we all kind of just hung around for a few days, waiting on
news about the strike which would determine our swear in date and
departure for site. We went on some field trips and did some shopping
for our new homes. South Africa is a 1st/3rd world country, with
really wealthy people and a lot of very very poor people. It is really
startling to be in a village using a pit latrine in the morning and by
afternoon be in Pretoria using a flush toilet and a sink in a city
that looks and feels like any major city in America. The divide is
really in your face.
One day we were at a reserve, where we had the opportunity to go on a
game drive! It was my first time and we saw giraffes, impalas, zebra,
hogs, and lots of other birds and animals. Really incredible. As we
were loading up the buses to go home our training director announced
to us our swear in date, September 16, and that the volunteers going
to Kwa Zulu Natal, (the province I live in) had 48 hours to pack their
stuff as we were leaving immediately following swear in. Woa!
Talk about short notice. We were all so excited/nervous/anxious/too
many feelings and emotions to describe. Training sometimes felt like
it would never end and so now knowing we were about to be separated
and on our own was both invigorating and terrifying.
That night was our last with our host families, which was just as much
a shock to them as it was to us. My family was really sad because that
weekend the extended family was coming in to say bye to me. They had a
big going away party planned. I felt really bad about that, but we
couldn't do anything. I gave them a picture of all of together which
now sits above the TV, they loved it. I got so many gifts from them
and the neighbors. So much love! My brother is getting married in
December and I promised to come back for the wedding. I'm really
excited to see them all again.
Swearing In and Supervisor's Workshop
On September 16 we had our swearing in ceremony. The entire country
staff attended. We sang the South Africa National Anthem (which is in
5 languages) and the United States National Anthem. (We practiced all
week.) Speeches were given and we took our oath to serve for the next
24 months, thus officially becoming Peace Corps Volunteers. We took
hundreds of pictures and then the KZN folks loaded up the khombis
(vans) to head to a hotel for 3 days where we would meet our
principals and attend workshop sessions. Twas quite the rush.
On the khombi ride we got lost and so 11 hours later, after road
construction, more uncertainty (we were told we were going to Durban
yet we were driving a different direction), the driver's favorite 16
minute techno song on repeat for at least 3 hours, rain, and
conversation we arrived at the hotel near Mtubatuba. The hotel was
gorgeous; lush landscaping, incredible food, glass rainfall showers,
giant fluffy beds, coffee that wasn't instant. Where the heck were
we?! It was ridiculous.
For 2 and a half days we went over the next 3 months of our service
and got to know our principals better. The purpose of the workshop was
for Lydia, our boss/APCD (Associate Peace Corps Director) to make sure
we were all clear on expectations and roles. It was wonderful. We are
almost all working with two principals, one of a primary
(elementary/middle school) and of a high school.
On the last day we said our goodbyes and each loaded up our stuff and
took off with our principals to site. Unless we make the effort to
visit one another or happen to see each other in our shopping town we
won't be together again until December for our next training.
(Throughout Peace Corps service we will have a series of 3 in service
trainings.)
Site
My site is the rural village of Gazini. Gazini is located in the
northern most area of KZN about 5k from Mozambique, 30k from the
Indian Ocean, and 16k from my shopping town Manguzi (sometimes
referred to as Kwa-Ngwanese.) There are 7 of us in this cluster.
Mrs. Mavundla, the primary school principal, drove Mr. Mgomezulu and
myself. We talked about our families, religion, the schools, but
pretty quickly I feel asleep, still exhausted from the non stop hectic
days.
After about 3 hours we got to Manguzi. Manguzi is a beautiful town
surrounded by the warm air of the Indian Ocean and alive with
thousands of beautiful Zulu's and lots of tropical vegetation. In
Manguzi there is a major grocery chain of South Africa, Spar, a Pep
(another general store chain, kind of like a Dollar General) tons of
little clothing and general shops, and that's right, a KFC. KFC is
everywhere in South Africa. They showed me the taxi rank, which will
take you anywhere, and we drove by the police station, post office,
library, and education resource center. At this point I was so
overwhelmed, exhausted, anxious, nervous, and excited that I barely
knew what was going on. I was in amazement of my new home.
We turned off the tar road onto a dirt one. (Tar road meaning paved
road.) The dirt turned to white sand. They told me it was very sandy
in Gazini. The road is lined with giant trees and small concrete
houses, straw huts, and rondavalls (traditional round huts.) The road
is bumpy and curvy, it grew more bumpy, more curvy, and narrower into
one lane. The scenery is beautiful. Lush vegetation, subsistence
farming, gentle rolling hills, flat fields, and forests of gum trees.
About 45 minutes after turning onto the dirt road they said, "Here we
are!This is Gazini!" I was so confused how they could tell where it
started and ended. Houses were kilometers apart and the fields and
trees endless. I was thinking, how am I ever going to give someone
directions to this place, as the sandy roads turned and split in many
directions. Mostly though, I was really happy and in awe of the beauty
of this rural village. (I can give you directions now.)
It was around 5pm when we arrived. We drove past the schools, so I
would have something to dream about that night as Mr. Mngomezulu said,
and then turned around to go to my house. Mrs. Mavundla honked like
crazy and I could see about 10 people jumping up and down and making
loud turkey noises! It was amazing. I was so nervous.
We got out of the car and they all hugged me and helped me carry my
stuff into my house. The meeting was such a blur. My father, Baba,
speaks wonderful English. He has two wives, mama #1 speaks no English,
and mama #2 speaks some. Thandeka my 25 year old sister, also speaks
some English. Honestly, I'm still unclear who else is in the family,
there are so many kids around all the time. It's fine though, I just
think of them all as my family.
It had been over a year since I applied to Peace Corps and I was
finally in my home and officially a volunteer. That night, I slept so
well.
Currently I have very limited internet access and so my wonderful
friend Laura Zak is posting this for me. Thus there will be some delay
from when I type posts and when they get posted. Thank you Buns!
Also I've gotten some snail mail! Thank you so much Chrissy and the
mailroom, Keeley, Grant, and Mom. I love you all very much. Also many
thanks to anyone else who has sent letters that haven't yet arrived. I
can't explain what joy a letter from home brings. If you send me a
letter, I promise to write back!
PST (Pre Service Training)
Hello friends!! I'm so happy to be here with you!
Currently I have very limited internet access and so my wonderful
friend/roomie Laura Zak is posting this for me. Thus there will be
some delay from when I type posts and when they get posted. Thank you
Buns!
Also I've gotten some snail mail! Thank you so much Chrissy and the
mailroom, Keeley, Grant, and Mom. I love you all very much. Also many
thanks to anyone else who has sent letters that haven't yet arrived. I
can't explain what joy a letter from home brings. If you send me a
letter, I promise to write back!
16 October 2010
Yesterday, October 15th, marked the three month point of my training
group, SA 22 (South Africa's 22nd group of volunteers) in this
beautiful country. It's been a month since we swore in and completed
training. Even though this is the first time I feel like I can write
about some experiences without feeling completely overwhelmed, I'm
still unsure how I would like to write about it. Training was quite
hectic and there was little time for reflection. Being at site has
given me time to think about how I could possibly explain what Peace
Corps has been like for me to people back home. It's impossible to
convey all of my feelings and experiences but I'll do my best to
share! (This is going to be a loooong post. I promise not to ramble so
much in the future!) Let's go back to the start!
Staging
My mom, dad, sister, and I left Cooper, Texas at 4am so we could have
one last meal at IHOP together and get to the airport on time. We said
our emotional goodbyes and they watched me walk all the way through
security. On the flight I met an amazing woman who loves purple
(because purple reminds her of God) and now she is following this
blog! At the airport in Philadelphia I spotted another volunteer, Ryan
Monaghan, who had large bags and the blue PC invitation packet. Such a
relief. Together we took a van to our hotel.
I met my roommate Megan Hughes and we became friends instantly! Also I
discovered she plays oboe, just like my roommate and friend Laura Zak!
Oh oboe. We went to be touristy so we got a Philly cheesesteak, which
was delicious.
The two days in Philly were spent getting shots, getting paper work,
and getting to know Peace Corps and each other. Our group of 53 was
unusual as we have more males than females. At 2am on the last
day/night we boarded buses heading for JFK in New York. I've never
been to New York and my 5am delirious thoughts were, 'Wow, that's a
lot of concrete.' In a crazy rush we all boarded the plane around 11am
and embarked on our 15 hour flight.
Arrival and Week 1
Landing, what a rush. It was so cold! Season are reversed here and
man, they weren't kidding about it being cold. Due to those wonderful
things called time zones, it was also morning again, about 8am. We
were all exhausted. The air was crisp and the sky so blue as we landed
in Johannesburg. The PC Country Director and some staff met us at the
gate with giant signs welcoming us. We took a bus to our training
site.
We arrived at the college where we would spend the next week and were
greeted by the singing and dancing training staff. Exhausted we ate
and had a day full of orientation, language lessons, and
introductions. We stayed in dorms, 4 to a room, and married couples in
their own. We have 3 married couples in our group.
During this week we were interviewed, attended sessions on south
african history, education, peace corps policies, safety, and learned
greetings in 5 different languages. We learned how to say 'I don't
speak Afrikaans.' in Afrikaans. In our free time we played a lot of
frisbee, a trainee held yoga classes, we read, played soccer complete
with vuvuzelas, watched documentaries on apartheid, and generally had
a great time learning and bonding.
Towards the end of the week our language groups were announced. The 52
of us were split into groups of 4-6 paired with an LCF (Language and
Cultural Facilitator- a South African) who would teach us our target
language for the next 7 weeks.
Homestay
On our last day at the college families from the surrounding villages
came to collect us, their American children! These families knew back
in March we were coming to stay with them. (They knew about us before
we knew were we going to South Africa.) The excitement was incredible.
We all sat in a room together, Americans on one side, South Africans
on the other. Our training director, Victor, called out our names and
we jumped up and ran across the room to hug our moms/dads/brothers/and
sisters. Singing, clapping, and laughter filled the room. I was
nervous to stay with a family who I could potentially not communicate
with and honestly, I had no idea what was going on, what to expect, so
many crazy emotions and thoughts. When my sister Maureen warmly
embraced me, speaking some english, I felt a huge sense of relief. She
told me we would be watching The Bold and the Beautiful, Rhythm City,
the news, and Generations every night. I was so confused. We collected
our groceries and her husband drove us to our house.
The 52 of us spilt into 3 clusters staying in 3 neighboring villages.
2 within walking distance of the college, one only accessible by
transport. I stayed in Ga Phaala, which is pronounced something like
'gah-pah-sha." It took me at least a week to say it right.
When we got to our house there were what felt like at least 508 people
there. I greeted everyone in Zulu, nervously, and we all smiled so
much it hurt. The neighbors were over, kids running around, chickens,
goats, cows in the street, hanging laundry, cool air. I had no idea
who was in my family and I couldn't remember anyone's names. My little
sister Thapelo danced just like Shakira to Waka Waka. My ma (who
speaks no english) made us tea. I set my stuff down in my room and
spent the afternoon feeling overwhelmed and amazed at how beautiful my
family and Ga Phaala was, and I spent a lot of time thinking, 'how is
this happening? what am i doing here? this is ridiculous, i can't
believe i'm here.'
After composing myself enough to think straight I got some paper and
pen and asked Maureen to help me write down everyone's names and what
order all the kiddos were born. Not that writing the names helped me
to remember as at this point I couldn't pronounce most of what I
heard. Mostly though, it was wonderful.
I stayed in my own room with a bed, desk, wardrobe for all my clothes,
and two buckets! There was no bathroom in the house, your bedroom was
the bathroom. Baths were taken in large buckets on the floor, filled
with hot water from the stove. Washing my long hair was quite the task
(which was a major reason I decided to shave my head in the next few
weeks.) I had taken bucket baths before and it was one of the things I
was most excited for during these two years. I really love a good
bucket bath. The toilet was a pit latrine outside. At night when it
wasn't the best idea to be outside, we all used buckets in our room
that we would empty early in the next morning. Water came from a
faucet outside the house and was stored in large buckets in the
kitchen. No kitchen sink taught me the importance of buckets in South
Africa. Buckets, buckets, buckets! They are so important, and have
many uses!
The next day we went with our LCF and language group to walk around
the village and locate important things like the school, shops, each
others houses, the pick up point for transport, etc.
Training
Our training began at 8am, meaning the mornings began around 6am
lending enough time for bathing, eating, and preparing for the day.
While no day was really typical we often began with language lessons
at my LCF S'ne's house. We were taught Zulu for about 2-3 hours and
then we all walked to the school to meet with the other groups staying
in Ga Phaala for sessions on various things like education, history,
Peace Corps, safety, etc. Our day finished anywhere from 3-5pm and
then we would walk home and spend the evenings with our families. My
sister Martha cooked dinner every night. Dinner was often pap (corn
porridge) a vegetable, gravy, and meat. We ate dinner while watching
the various soap operas and then we would drink tea. I watched more
television in these 2 months that I had in the past 4 years. When I
had the energy I would try and study some Zulu before going to bed.
Everyday I was exhausted and would go to sleep as early as 7pm.
On weekends we spent time with our families, took field trips,
sometimes had sessions in one large group at the college, and had
braai's (South Africa's term for BBQ's/parties.) We visited the Peace
Corps office in Pretoria, got to go to a few malls, toured the
Voortrekker and Apartheid museums, went to a game reserve, and visited
cultural centers.
Some of my favorite memories from training are with my host family,
who I grew very close to. I stayed with my Ma, older sister Martha
(25) and younger sister Thapelo (16.) The extended family visited on
weekends. Ma has 7 kids who also have kids. Ma greeted me everyday
with "Sanibonani Nomhlekabo Manthibela!" A neighbor gave me the
Ndebele (the prominent language of Ga Phaala, which is very similar to
Zulu) name Nomhlekabo, meaning beautiful. I found it pretty
embarassing!
Ma speaks no english and my Zulu was pretty bad, yet we found plenty
of ways to communicate, lots of gestures, and lots of her yelling for
Martha and Thapelo to translate. It was always fun when we were the
only two home. She took such good care of me. In the evenings she
always made sure I had dinner, had a blanket while we watched TV, and
made me take extra apples for lunch. One day I was feeling really sick
and I spent the whole day asleep in my room. I found out the next day
she hadn't slept at all because she was so worried about me. I
couldn't believe it. She treated me like her own child, and introduced
me as such. Church was what she lived for. She's a member of the Zion
Christian Church. On some Sundays I would go to with her and Thapelo.
Church was about a 20 minute walk to a beautiful patch of earth where
we gathered under a tree singing hymns, clapping, and dancing for over
an hour. After the singing the men would sit in plastic chairs in the
shade and the women sat on mats and cardboard boxes on the dirt in the
sun. For the next hour there was preaching, praying, and more singing.
Because I was there a kind man translated everything into English. Ma
and I grew very close even though we couldn't really speak directly.
One evening I made tea for all of us and I brought the tray out to Ma
who was sitting outside. Martha was inside cooking dinner. Ma isn't
supposed to have sugar, and Martha and Thapelo know that. I was
pouring in the milk for her and she gestured to me and said in Ndebele
to put two spoonfuls of sugar in. We laughed and made sure Martha
wasn't watching, and I gave her two spoonfuls of sugar.
Martha spoke pretty great English and we talked a lot about cultural
differences and about the tv shows we watched. Once we watched fear
factor together. (Yes, watching Joe Rogan encouraging people to eat
giant spiders, while sitting on a couch in South Africa is definitely
something I never thought would happen in my life.) (A common thing my
fellow trainees and I would say is, 'how is this happening!') Martha
taught me to cook pap and how to boil the heck out of every vegetable.
I taught her how to make pizza! We did a pretty good job, and made it
a second time before I left. One day Martha and I were talking about
currency and I showed her a dollar bill. $1 is equal to about 7Rand.
She was so amazed at how large and green the bill was, I let her keep
it. She's so proud of that dollar. I started running in the mornings
around 5:30am and Martha wanted to come with me. I told my sister
Thapelo she was going to run with me and Thapelo looked shocked. She
told me Martha is very lazy. We laughed. Martha only ran with me once.
Thapelo is really brilliant and always smiling. She is in grade 10 and
attends a science and math high school. She wants to be an electrical
engineer and I'm certain she will be one day. I think her smile and
laugh could change the world. One of her chores around the house was
to do the dishes every night. I often helped her and we would have
great conversations about school, life, aspirations, boys, music, and
dancing. We listened to music from her cell phone, lots of Shakira,
Rihanna, Beyonnce, Mariah Carry, an Imogean Heap remix, and my
favorite, house music. House music was always blaring in Ga Phaala.
Thapelo would invite me to walk around with her friends and we would
all talk or go pick up a few things from the little tuck shops around
town. (tuck shops are small stores, sometimes out of people's houses,
where they sell things like bread, milk, eggs, chips, candies, cold
drinks, etc.) Thapelo taught me to do laundry by hand and how to
properly hang clothes on a line. You have to arrange your clothes by
color.
About 3 weeks into our training a Public Servant strike (meaning
teachers) swept the country and the schools were closed. An intricate
component of our training was practical classroom observation and
teaching, so the strike really threw off the program. We could no
longer meet at the schools in our villages and so daily we were
transported to the college to continue an altered program.
Flexibility and patience became extremely important as we never really
knew what would happen the next day. The strike could have ended at
any time, and not being in schools caused the sessions to be out of
order. We all dealt with the constant uncertainty differently. By
constant uncertainty I mean things like not knowing our swear in date,
when we would go to site, how much longer we would live with our
families, etc. This really taught me to relax and take one day at a
time. Going with the flow had a whole new meaning.
We spent a lot of time in our language groups. My group was comprised
of Stacey and Tony, a brilliant married couple who has previously
served in Peace Corps Madagascar, Mike, a really funny, witty,
intelligent guy from New Jersey intrested in international
development, Randall a Master's International student originally from
Florida who is doing Peace Corps as a component of his Master's degree
at Texas Tech (Surprising I know, although we didn't know each other
at Tech. It's really nice to be able to talk about Lubbock with
someone here.), and Danny, a crazy intelligent guy, also from New
Jersey, interested in water sanitation. Sinehlanhla Dlamini (S'ne) was
our LCF. She is 22 and from Durban. She was a great Zulu teacher and
we always had a lot of fun in class. We sang head shoulders knees and
toes in Zulu. I have a video of this that one day will make it to this
blog. The 6 of us became a happy little family. Our language lessons
were at her homestay by the back house, which Randall liked to call
the pool shed. There are no pools in Ga Phaala.
At week 6 we had site announcement, which was a very exciting day! It
felt really great to have a better idea of where we would be for the
next two years. A giant map was on the wall with all of our pictures
on it. We are all placed in clusters around the country. A cluster is
a group of 3-7 nearby volunteers who share a shopping town. A shopping
town is a major town where you can buy groceries, access a post
office, hospital, police station, etc.
A fellow trainee and friend, Elisha Naylor, and I decided we were
going to shave our heads. Her hair was about as long as mine. I have
lots of great pictures and videos that are on there way. We went to
her house and our friend, Dave Summers, brought the shaver and the
scissors. About 10 other trainees came over for the occasion, along
with Elisha's huge South African family and their friends. We
braided our hair and Dave cut the braid's off. I am planning to send
our hair to my friend Keeley as soon as I can figure out how to
appropriately mail it, so that she can donate it for us. Keeley is so
kind! After the braid's were gone he shaved our heads so our hair was
about half an inch in length. I was a little nervous but more excited
and when it was over, it felt so amazing. Elisha and I thought it
would be fun to be silly with our hair so Elisha kept a mullet and I
had a mohawk for a day. Elisha's family was so impressed with her new
do that they hired a photographer and took a family picture, complete
with her mullet. Hilarious! I was really nervous to go home with a
mohawk to my family, but they loved it. They kept saying how beautiful
I looked, how much they liked it, and they thought it made me look
smarter? Haha, so funny. Everyone was so complimenting.
During week 7 we had our Language Placement Exams, a conversation in
our target language. If you passed great! If you did not pass you
would be required to hire a tutor once at site and take the exam again
at the next training, which really is no big deal. We are all
encouraged to get a tutor regardless of our score. Thankfully I
passed, although my Zulu needs an infinite amount of work. (I'm slowly
getting better!)
After LPI we all kind of just hung around for a few days, waiting on
news about the strike which would determine our swear in date and
departure for site. We went on some field trips and did some shopping
for our new homes. South Africa is a 1st/3rd world country, with
really wealthy people and a lot of very very poor people. It is really
startling to be in a village using a pit latrine in the morning and by
afternoon be in Pretoria using a flush toilet and a sink in a city
that looks and feels like any major city in America. The divide is
really in your face.
One day we were at a reserve, where we had the opportunity to go on a
game drive! It was my first time and we saw giraffes, impalas, zebra,
hogs, and lots of other birds and animals. Really incredible. As we
were loading up the buses to go home our training director announced
to us our swear in date, September 16, and that the volunteers going
to Kwa Zulu Natal, (the province I live in) had 48 hours to pack their
stuff as we were leaving immediately following swear in. Woa!
Talk about short notice. We were all so excited/nervous/anxious/too
many feelings and emotions to describe. Training sometimes felt like
it would never end and so now knowing we were about to be separated
and on our own was both invigorating and terrifying.
That night was our last with our host families, which was just as much
a shock to them as it was to us. My family was really sad because that
weekend the extended family was coming in to say bye to me. They had a
big going away party planned. I felt really bad about that, but we
couldn't do anything. I gave them a picture of all of together which
now sits above the TV, they loved it. I got so many gifts from them
and the neighbors. So much love! My brother is getting married in
December and I promised to come back for the wedding. I'm really
excited to see them all again.
Swearing In and Supervisor's Workshop
On September 16 we had our swearing in ceremony. The entire country
staff attended. We sang the South Africa National Anthem (which is in
5 languages) and the United States National Anthem. (We practiced all
week.) Speeches were given and we took our oath to serve for the next
24 months, thus officially becoming Peace Corps Volunteers. We took
hundreds of pictures and then the KZN folks loaded up the khombis
(vans) to head to a hotel for 3 days where we would meet our
principals and attend workshop sessions. Twas quite the rush.
On the khombi ride we got lost and so 11 hours later, after road
construction, more uncertainty (we were told we were going to Durban
yet we were driving a different direction), the driver's favorite 16
minute techno song on repeat for at least 3 hours, rain, and
conversation we arrived at the hotel near Mtubatuba. The hotel was
gorgeous; lush landscaping, incredible food, glass rainfall showers,
giant fluffy beds, coffee that wasn't instant. Where the heck were
we?! It was ridiculous.
For 2 and a half days we went over the next 3 months of our service
and got to know our principals better. The purpose of the workshop was
for Lydia, our boss/APCD (Associate Peace Corps Director) to make sure
we were all clear on expectations and roles. It was wonderful. We are
almost all working with two principals, one of a primary
(elementary/middle school) and of a high school.
On the last day we said our goodbyes and each loaded up our stuff and
took off with our principals to site. Unless we make the effort to
visit one another or happen to see each other in our shopping town we
won't be together again until December for our next training.
(Throughout Peace Corps service we will have a series of 3 in service
trainings.)
Site
My site is the rural village of Gazini. Gazini is located in the
northern most area of KZN about 5k from Mozambique, 30k from the
Indian Ocean, and 16k from my shopping town Manguzi (sometimes
referred to as Kwa-Ngwanese.) There are 7 of us in this cluster.
Mrs. Mavundla, the primary school principal, drove Mr. Mgomezulu and
myself. We talked about our families, religion, the schools, but
pretty quickly I feel asleep, still exhausted from the non stop hectic
days.
After about 3 hours we got to Manguzi. Manguzi is a beautiful town
surrounded by the warm air of the Indian Ocean and alive with
thousands of beautiful Zulu's and lots of tropical vegetation. In
Manguzi there is a major grocery chain of South Africa, Spar, a Pep
(another general store chain, kind of like a Dollar General) tons of
little clothing and general shops, and that's right, a KFC. KFC is
everywhere in South Africa. They showed me the taxi rank, which will
take you anywhere, and we drove by the police station, post office,
library, and education resource center. At this point I was so
overwhelmed, exhausted, anxious, nervous, and excited that I barely
knew what was going on. I was in amazement of my new home.
We turned off the tar road onto a dirt one. (Tar road meaning paved
road.) The dirt turned to white sand. They told me it was very sandy
in Gazini. The road is lined with giant trees and small concrete
houses, straw huts, and rondavalls (traditional round huts.) The road
is bumpy and curvy, it grew more bumpy, more curvy, and narrower into
one lane. The scenery is beautiful. Lush vegetation, subsistence
farming, gentle rolling hills, flat fields, and forests of gum trees.
About 45 minutes after turning onto the dirt road they said, "Here we
are!This is Gazini!" I was so confused how they could tell where it
started and ended. Houses were kilometers apart and the fields and
trees endless. I was thinking, how am I ever going to give someone
directions to this place, as the sandy roads turned and split in many
directions. Mostly though, I was really happy and in awe of the beauty
of this rural village. (I can give you directions now.)
It was around 5pm when we arrived. We drove past the schools, so I
would have something to dream about that night as Mr. Mngomezulu said,
and then turned around to go to my house. Mrs. Mavundla honked like
crazy and I could see about 10 people jumping up and down and making
loud turkey noises! It was amazing. I was so nervous.
We got out of the car and they all hugged me and helped me carry my
stuff into my house. The meeting was such a blur. My father, Baba,
speaks wonderful English. He has two wives, mama #1 speaks no English,
and mama #2 speaks some. Thandeka my 25 year old sister, also speaks
some English. Honestly, I'm still unclear who else is in the family,
there are so many kids around all the time. It's fine though, I just
think of them all as my family.
It had been over a year since I applied to Peace Corps and I was
finally in my home and officially a volunteer. That night, I slept so
well.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Siyaphila! (We're alive)
Sanibonani friends!
I am alive and well! I am so happy to finally have found my way to the internet. I have daily access to email and facebook on my cell phone but am unable to send any form of a long reply until I get to a computer in the nearest town. Please feel free to send me any updates on life via email or facebook and I promise I will eventually get back to you. I will hopefully be on a computer and blog a few times a month.
Last week the 52 of us were sworn in and are now officially Peace Corps Volunteers! After swearing in we went to meet our principals at a supervisors workshop and were then driven to our new home for the next two years. I am living in the province Kwa Zulu Natal near a town called Manguzi and sometimes called Kwa Ngwanase. My new address is:
Terri Dove
Gazini Primary School
Kwa-Ngwanase
3973
South Africa
I live in a very rural village called Gazini. It's incredibly beautifully. Gazini is located very close to the Indian Ocean and the soil is white sand. There is sand everywhere, all the time, and I quite enjoy it. The trip to Manguzi is 16k and about 45 minutes. Manguzi is considered my shopping town where I can buy groceries, do shopping, use a post office, library, etc. I am staying with a large family on top of a hill overlooking a field and a forest of gum trees. I live in a small two room house with no electricity or running water, the toilet is a pit latrine, and I cook on a one burner gas stove. I use candles at night and bathe in a bucket. My dad has about 40 goats, 15 chickens, and 10 cattle or so. I feel right at home. So far I am really enjoying the challenges of rural life in South Africa.
I will be working with two schools, Gazini Primary (equivalent to k-7) and Manhlenga High School (8-12). There is a lot to be done and my principals and the teachers are eager to get to work. The first three months will be spent getting to know the area, interviewing teachers, observing and teaching classes, and learning more Zulu.
Everyday is more random than the next. The community has been so welcoming and they often sing songs made up of lyrics that go something like this. "Welcome Terri dove. You are coming from America. God Bless you. We thank you Terri Dove. We are so happy Terri Dove." There is always singing and dancing. I get lots of presents of delcious bananas, fresh vegetables, straw mats, and one of my students gave me a coconut!
I will type up another blog with stories and more information about what I'll be doing soon. Much love!
Sale Kahle!
(Stay well)
I am alive and well! I am so happy to finally have found my way to the internet. I have daily access to email and facebook on my cell phone but am unable to send any form of a long reply until I get to a computer in the nearest town. Please feel free to send me any updates on life via email or facebook and I promise I will eventually get back to you. I will hopefully be on a computer and blog a few times a month.
Last week the 52 of us were sworn in and are now officially Peace Corps Volunteers! After swearing in we went to meet our principals at a supervisors workshop and were then driven to our new home for the next two years. I am living in the province Kwa Zulu Natal near a town called Manguzi and sometimes called Kwa Ngwanase. My new address is:
Terri Dove
Gazini Primary School
Kwa-Ngwanase
3973
South Africa
I live in a very rural village called Gazini. It's incredibly beautifully. Gazini is located very close to the Indian Ocean and the soil is white sand. There is sand everywhere, all the time, and I quite enjoy it. The trip to Manguzi is 16k and about 45 minutes. Manguzi is considered my shopping town where I can buy groceries, do shopping, use a post office, library, etc. I am staying with a large family on top of a hill overlooking a field and a forest of gum trees. I live in a small two room house with no electricity or running water, the toilet is a pit latrine, and I cook on a one burner gas stove. I use candles at night and bathe in a bucket. My dad has about 40 goats, 15 chickens, and 10 cattle or so. I feel right at home. So far I am really enjoying the challenges of rural life in South Africa.
I will be working with two schools, Gazini Primary (equivalent to k-7) and Manhlenga High School (8-12). There is a lot to be done and my principals and the teachers are eager to get to work. The first three months will be spent getting to know the area, interviewing teachers, observing and teaching classes, and learning more Zulu.
Everyday is more random than the next. The community has been so welcoming and they often sing songs made up of lyrics that go something like this. "Welcome Terri dove. You are coming from America. God Bless you. We thank you Terri Dove. We are so happy Terri Dove." There is always singing and dancing. I get lots of presents of delcious bananas, fresh vegetables, straw mats, and one of my students gave me a coconut!
I will type up another blog with stories and more information about what I'll be doing soon. Much love!
Sale Kahle!
(Stay well)
Sunday, July 11, 2010
packing list
As I was packing today, my best friend since 4th grade (and a newly wed!), Rosa Martin-Walker, wrote down everything that I've packed for the next two years. So kind of her, look how helpful she's being! Note, she likes the way 'a' sounds rather than '1'.
clothes
a down coat
a hoodie
a sweater/jacket
a rain jacket
a beanie
a scarf
2 pairs of jeans
a pair of black slacks
3 long skirts
3 knee-length skirts
a dress
5 pairs of shorts
a pair of sweat pants
4 pairs of tights
4 long-sleeved shirts
4 sweaters
3 long-sleeved button up shirts
5 t-shirts
4 short-sleeved shirts
4 short-sleeved button up shirts
3 under shirts
swim suit
3 bras
7 sports bras
23 pairs of underwear
16 pairs of socks
2 towels
a traveler’s towel
belt
2 necklaces
hygiene
shampoo/conditioner
Dr. Brownner’s Magic Fair Trade Soap- Lavender
Face wash
Tooth paste
Tooth Brush and case
A spare tooth brush
2 deodorants
Tampons/pads
a razor
razor blades
eye stuff
Contact solution
6 months of contacts
2 contact cases
eye drops
two pairs of glasses with cases
hair things
2 chap sticks
bobby pins
hair ties
a comb
germx
sewing kit
safety pins
tape measure
leather men
hemp/thread
needles
seam ripper
pins
duck tape
medicine kit
vitamins
Midol
Tylenol
Imodium
ex-lax
Tiger Balm
First Aid Kit
art supplies
2 paint brushes
2 pencils
a pencil sharpener
3 tubes of water color
eraser
super glue
xacto knife
books (more to be mailed)
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls
July’s People by Nadine Gordimer
miscellaneous
2 journals
A blank notebook
Pictures from home
World map
Texas map
Passport
Texas Post Cards
Peace Corps Files
Baggage Locks
Rosary Beads
Wallet
Water Bottle
Extra Zip-Loc bags
Playing Cards (AMERICA)
electronics
Computer/charger
Cell Phone/charger
Ipod/charger
Camera/Battery Charger
An extra memory card
A memory card (in camera)
Camera case
External Hard Drive
2 flash drives
A memory card reader
Head light
bags
A tote bag
A messenger bag
A day pack
Large Backpack
I really enjoyed packing but I'm glad it's done! I've also really enjoyed spending time at home with my family and friends. I'm going to miss everyone so much.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
ridiculous excitement!
I am very excited to share with you the experiences of my 27 month Peace Corps service in beautiful South Africa! (And no, sadly I will not be going to the World Cup.) I want to say thank you to my family, friends, teachers, and all other souls whose influences of friendship, guidance, struggle, support, and love have helped me reach this adventure. Thank you all so much for helping me grow, you're amazing!
I've wanted to join the Peace Corps since I first learned about it from my friend/roomie Laura during our freshman year at Tech. Last September I started the application and by October sent it in. Many thanks to Dr. Chris Smith, Dr. Lynne Morris, and (one day) Dr. Laura Zak for writing those tedious recommendation letters! In November I had a phone interview and received a nomination for an education placement in Africa. I became medically cleared in February. In May (7 months from my application submission) I received an invitation to South Africa as a Resource Specialist in the Schools and Community Resource Program. I didn't mind waiting those 7 months, in fact I really love waiting!
I was so excited when I got my invitation packet in the mail I had to lick it. Thanks Keeley for photographing!
So, what does a Resource Specialist in the Schools and Community Resource Program do exactly? According to the invitation packet my primary duties will be working in either a primary or secondary school (maybe both) assisting teachers in improving teaching, subject content knowledge, and classroom practices. I'll also be teaching, working with the Department of Education, supporting HIV/AIDS awareness and education initiatives, collaborating with the community, and strengthening programs for out of school youth. Until I'm settled in my new home within the coming months I won't really know much more than this.
Here is some information from the Welcome Letter that I think is pretty cool:
South Africa is a country with a rich history and cultural diversity. Currently, the country has 11 official languages, and each language has a number of regional dialects. Following South Africa's first democratic election in 1994, Archbishop Desmond Tutu named the newly integrated South “the Rainbow Nation” to represent South Africa’s ethnic and cultural diversity.
I'll be leaving for staging (orientation) in Philadelphia on July 12th and for South Africa on the 13th. I'm way too excited to be nervous. Until them I am getting packed, taking care of really fun paper work, painting a mural for a local church, and spending time with family and friends under east Texas skies.
I've wanted to join the Peace Corps since I first learned about it from my friend/roomie Laura during our freshman year at Tech. Last September I started the application and by October sent it in. Many thanks to Dr. Chris Smith, Dr. Lynne Morris, and (one day) Dr. Laura Zak for writing those tedious recommendation letters! In November I had a phone interview and received a nomination for an education placement in Africa. I became medically cleared in February. In May (7 months from my application submission) I received an invitation to South Africa as a Resource Specialist in the Schools and Community Resource Program. I didn't mind waiting those 7 months, in fact I really love waiting!
I was so excited when I got my invitation packet in the mail I had to lick it. Thanks Keeley for photographing!So, what does a Resource Specialist in the Schools and Community Resource Program do exactly? According to the invitation packet my primary duties will be working in either a primary or secondary school (maybe both) assisting teachers in improving teaching, subject content knowledge, and classroom practices. I'll also be teaching, working with the Department of Education, supporting HIV/AIDS awareness and education initiatives, collaborating with the community, and strengthening programs for out of school youth. Until I'm settled in my new home within the coming months I won't really know much more than this.
I will be living in one of two provinces, Mpumalanga or Kwa-Zulu Natal located in the north eastern part of the country. South Africa, in area, is roughly equal to Texas x 2.
Here is some information from the Welcome Letter that I think is pretty cool:
South Africa is a country with a rich history and cultural diversity. Currently, the country has 11 official languages, and each language has a number of regional dialects. Following South Africa's first democratic election in 1994, Archbishop Desmond Tutu named the newly integrated South “the Rainbow Nation” to represent South Africa’s ethnic and cultural diversity.
I'll be leaving for staging (orientation) in Philadelphia on July 12th and for South Africa on the 13th. I'm way too excited to be nervous. Until them I am getting packed, taking care of really fun paper work, painting a mural for a local church, and spending time with family and friends under east Texas skies.
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