Sunday, February 1, 2009
January life
January 17, 2009- Writing a Grant: This month is about meetings; I have one a week. Maybe that’s why it’s already mid-month and I’m surprised it’s half over. The clinic committee met with me last week regarding how I can help them. They are in the process of building structures to house additional nurses. More housing = more nurses assigned to the clinic. So I will help them write for funds from a Peace Corps grant called PC Partnership Projects, which requires a community to contribute 25% to the total cost of the project. The remaining 75% is fundraised by PC headquarters in Washington from private donors in America. One of those private donors will be Holy Family Schools, where I went to primary and high school. This past year for Christmas, instead of gift exchanges, they held a book sale with proceeds going to three charitable organizations. They identified my community as one recipient. Since I knew the clinic wanted to expand it’s housing, I thought that would be the perfect project to help get off the ground and the best way to use Holy Family’s contributions. With the grant I submit to headquarters, I also identify groups, organizations or individuals, in addition to Holy Family, who might consider contributing. I may also utilize funds from the Friends of Swaziland, a group of returned PC volunteers who previously served in Swaziland, that help fund current volunteer projects. If anyone is interested in contributing to this project or knows of groups/organizations interested in donating, please send me their name, address and phone number; I will include them in the grant as possible donors PC may contact. All contributions may be made online—PC will contact you with information on how to log on if you choose to donate. All donations are tax deductible.
January 20, 2009- Learning your status: I’ve been shadowing the Baylor Doctors at their outreach clinic in Nhlangano since November. So far I’ve learned a lot about tuberculosis and the clinical stages of HIV, including the sign and symptoms of each 4 stages. This clinic only sees pregnant women, children under five, and lactating mothers who come for: HIV testing; HIV and medication maintenance; TB testing and maintenance; and counseling. Since coming, I’ve only observed clients with appointments for initiation, which means they already know their HIV status and are ready to start ART (anti-retroviral therapy) or for weekly/monthly check-ups. Today I watched Dr Dan tell a 20 year old mother that she and her 16 month old son were both HIV positive. For the Baylor Doctors, giving bad news has lost its shock value but my first time watching someone learn their status. I felt sick.
She didn’t seem surprised but I saw sadness and defeat in her eyes. Her son also had a fairly enlarged lymph node under his left arm, which the doctors drained to release pressure and for a culture to send to the lab. They wanted to rule out advanced TB. They also grew 2 vials of blood for a CD4 count and basic blood work-up. The mother stood in the corner biting back tears as her son screamed with fear. I fought the lump rising in my throat and the tears forming, while questioning my potential effectiveness as a doctor if I got too emotional with patients.
January 21, 2009- Volunteer Advisory Council: In November, Group 6 voted for representatives we wanted in several volunteer committees—Peer Support Network, Volunteer Advisory Council and SoJournal, the monthly volunteer newsletter. I was nominated to represent my group, with another Group 6’er, on the Volunteer Advisory Council, aka VAC. It is a position I was interested in holding, as I am eager to be a liaison between volunteers and PC staff. Our job is to relay volunteer concerns to staff, brainstorm solutions, and take staff responses back to volunteers. The first meeting was today, and I am excited by how receptive staff is to our opinions and constructive criticism. The acting Country Director, the Associate Director/Programming, and Associate Director/Admin were all former PC volunteers. They get it! It’s nice to collaborate with staff that is amenable to candid dialogue about things that aren’t working. I think I’m really going to enjoy serving on this committee. It helps me feel more invested in this program. And I’m looking forward to making it a better program for future groups. I truly believe the first 10 or so groups to Swaziland are really about building the foundation for future groups. That kinda stinks for us, the block builders; we are continual trial and error guinea pigs. I try to remember it is for the greater good. Greater good. Greater good. Blah!
January 25, 2009- Things I got in emails and decided to reply in blog format: BUCKET LIST*Please send back it will be fun!!!!!*Hit forward and place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not, and send it to your friends (including me). This is for your entire life!
(x)Gone on a blind date
( X) Watched someone die
( ) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
( ) Been to Florida
( ) Been to Hawaii
(X )Been to Europe
( ) Been to South America
( ) Been to Central America
( ) Been to Asia
( ) Australia
(X) Been to Africa
(x) Been on a plane
( ) Been on a Cruise
( ) Visited All 50 States
(X ) Been lost
(x) Been on the opposite side of the country
( ) Gone to Washington, DC
(X ) Swam in the ocean….the Indian Ocean, Atlantic and Pacific
( X) Cried yourself to sleep
(X ) Played cops and robbers
(X ) Recently colored with crayons
(x) Sang Karaoke
( X) Paid for a meal with coins only…happens quite often in Africa
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't…don’t we all. Will I ever learn?
( ) Made prank phone calls
(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Danced in the rain
(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) Watched the sunrise…but I don’t do it often enough
(X) Blown bubbles
( ) Gone ice-skating…but I wanna learn!
( ) Been skinny dipping…I know….how could a farm girl NOT have gone skinny dipping?!
(X) Gone to the movies..but not recently and I’m jonesing to see one
1. Any nicknames? Jenny from the Bloc, Jenny from the Swaz, Jenny G, Chica, Gina, Playa
2. Mother's name? Kathleen aka Kathy
3. Favorite drinks? Water, coffee, dark beers, red wine, white wine spritzers, mojitos, gin and tonic, gin martinis, champagne with fruit puree, aQuelle flavored water- it’s a South African thing
4. Body Piercing? Ears, and contemplating getting my nose pierced or one of my ears gauged while visiting Capetown!
5. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you love your job? It’s a love-hate relationship, and really depends on the day
6. Birthplace? Genoa, Nebraska
7. Favorite vacation spot? Right now, anywhere away from site
8. Favorite movies? Amelie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, anything w/ Johnny Depp, classics, romances and comedies
9. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving
10. Favorite desserts? I love sweets…apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, really moist cakes w/ buttercream frosting, most anything chocolate, ice cream w/ chocolate sauce, gelato……..
11. Favorite food? Right now, anything that’s not maize-based. Generally I love fresh, local produce, home-made bread, a really good slab of steak grilled to perfection, juicy hamburger topped w/ everything and loads of fries on the side, authentic Italian, Mexican, Thai and Sushi, and Runzas!
(Okay the food questions aren’t fair! I don’t really have access to variety so I’m craving everything!)
12. Favorite day of the week? Any day I spend w/ volunteers
13. Favorite brand of body soap? Anything handmade
14. Favorite toothpaste? Tom’s of Maine Cinnamon and Clove
15. Favorite smell? Clean clothes; me after a much needed, yet rarely taken, shower; the air after it rains; freshly baked bread; lavender, eucalyptus, tea tree oils; coffee brewing; candles burning16. How do you relax? Go for a run, practice yoga, read, watch a movie on my laptop, crochet, journal, have a cup of tea, and take a bath w/ oils and salts…that is if I could
17. How do you see yourself in 10 years? Hell, I’m just trying to get through the next 18 months! Ten years out, the possibilities are endless.
18. What are you currently reading? Glimmer Train Press’ Winter 2008 Issue 65 edition- a series of short stories and interviews by various writes that my sister Karen sent me. I’m loving them!
19. View from your window? A field of corn, a hillside scattered with homesteads and trees, my little mountain, and the cell phone tower
20. Furthest place you will send this message to? America
Welcome to the new 2008/9 edition of getting to know your family and friends. Here is what you are supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person who sent it to you.
Some of you may get this several times; that means you have lots of friends. The easiest way to do it is to hit 'forward' so you can change the answers or copy and paste. Have fun and be truthful!
1.
What is your occupation right now?
Community Health Education Volunteer for Peace Corps
2.
What color are your socks right now?
Not wearing socks…too hot!
3.
What are you listening to right now?
Durban’s East Coast Radio…my new favorite radio station
4.
What was the last thing that you ate
popcorn
5.
Can you drive a stick shift?
Sadly, no
6.
Last person you spoke to on the phone?
I usually only talk on the phone once a week when my parents or sisters call. Usually I txt message…they call it SMS here. I just SMS’ed w/ Jaclyn
7.
Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Yes!
8.
How old are you today?
33
9.
What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
I watched a rugby match yesterday w/ my bhuti in the main house. It was kinda fun to watch but I really don’t know the rules. I also enjoy Nebraska football and Colorado Hockey. But I prefer to watch sports live.
10.
What is your favorite drink?
See answers in previous questionnaire
11.
Have you ever colored your hair?
Yep. Right now my hair is partly bleached by the sun. Can’t wait to have someone highlight it red again!
12.
Favorite food?
See answers in previous questionnaire
13..
What is the last movie you watched?
Blue Crush with other PCV’s at Jaclyn’s hut; makes me want to learn to surf.
14.
Favorite day of the year?
The day I COS aka Close of Service w/ PC.
15.
How do you prevent anger
Can’t remember the last time I was angry. I’ve been irritated, and when I get irritated I remove myself from the situation, journal or go for a run.
16.
What was your favorite toy as a child?
Barbie’s, coloring books, dress up clothes, Angel doll, Strawberry Shortcake dolls and Merry-Go-Round, and sand box
17.
What is your favorite season?
Autumn
18.
Cherries or Blueberries?
Blueberries
19.
Last vacation you took?
Spent Christmas in Maputo Mozambique
20.
When was the last time you cried?
Recently…let’s just put it that way
21.
What is on the floor of your closet?
Closet? What closet? I have a stick attached to fishing line hanging from the beams in the roof with a large plastic bag over the top to protect my clothes from dust. It will only hold 6 hangers. The rest of my clothes is in my suitcase
22.
Who is the friend you have had the longest?
My sisters, Annette & Sharon. Second longest, my cousin Anne
23.
What did you do last night
Watched the Saturday Night Live Presidential Bash 2008 DVD Anne recorded and sent to me. Hilarious!
24.
What are you most afraid of
Afraid? I ain’t afraid of nothin’….well I really hate snakes but I’ve already killed a rat so bring it on!
25.
Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers
Cheesy and spicy
26.
Favorite dog breed?
Collies, Labs, German Shepard’s, Alaskan Huskies, Malamutes
27.
Favorite day of the week?
Any day I spend w/ other PCV’s
28.
How many countries have you lived in?
Two
29.
Diamonds or pearls?
Gemstones, preferably ones that are retrieved responsibly without harming anyone in the process and with fair wages given to the collectors
30.
What is your favorite flower?
I love all flowers! Really miss having a flower garden. People don’t grow flowers in rural areas. I’ve only seen affluent neighborhoods in Mbabane and Manzini with flower gardens.
January 28, 2009- End of the month: Today marks my 7th month here. If I continue with my current plan of COS’ing in July 2010, then I have 17 months left of service. Seems like a long time to me. However, today the nurses at the clinic, when asking about when I am going back to America, said, “Oh, you’re leaving next year! That’s soon.” I guess it’s all about perspective.
January 30, 2009- Blessed again: I received about 5 packages right after Christmas. Today I picked up 3 more! I think the workers at the post office are beginning to wonder about me. Almost every time I pick up my mail I have a slip indicating a package is waiting. And when I present a postal worker w/ package slips, he/she smiles and shakes their heads. They allow me to open my packages at the counter; I put the contents in my shopping bag and leave the boxes there b/c the boxes are too cumbersome to lug to the bus rank. They seem as eager as me to see what’s inside. Sometimes I show them pictures if there are any, which they seem to enjoy. It brings a smile anyway. As they return to their other customers, they usually comment, “Your family must miss you” or “They love you.” Yep. Sigh. I miss them and love them too. I have the best family and friends. I am blessed.
My dear, sweet friend Renee sent me paint pens. I’m painting the words Patience, Clarity, Open and Trust on my wall…patience waiting for answers; clarity to interpret them; remaining open to receiving; and trusting that the answers are what I need.
Side note…an interesting encounter at the Post Office: Today another customer, eyeing my packages, asked me to share the chocolate as I was transferring things into my shopping bag. I said the package was a gift. He asked, “Aren’t you a Christian?” I didn’t feel like arguing so I gave him a candy cane to leave me alone. But he didn’t leave. He wanted to know what country I was from, and what I was doing in Swaziland. As soon as I told him I am here to teach about HIV and AIDS, he asked about how a person contracts HIV. I told him through blood, semen, vaginal fluid or mother-to-child transmission. Then he proceeded to very bluntly describe a detailed scenario about having sex with his girlfriend, and if he could get HIV from having sex with her for the first time without using a condom. It’s possible, I said. Then he asked if he was safe using a condom but had a cut on his penis. Could he still get HIV? I told him the possibility is there b/c of transfer of body fluids, and condoms not are 100% reliable. But what if he didn’t have a cut on his body? How could he get the virus? I said it’s still possible he could get it through the transfer of body fluids. He didn’t like the answer, and I’m not completely sure he fully grasped what I was trying to convey. He walked off with the candy cane in a huff. Most men I encounter here want to know everything about your life, where you’re from, why you’re here, and generally get in your business. But the minute I say I’m here to teach about HIV and AIDS, they get defensive. I get asked or told: Why did you have to come teach about that? Don’t YOU think WE know about HIV and AIDS? Didn’t Americans invent it to kill off Africans? Don’t Americans get better drugs to fight the virus than what Africans get? No one in America really has HIV. The real problem here is that we don’t have clean drinking water. Can’t you start a water project? The real problem here is that no one has money for food. ARGH! Sometimes I feel so ill-equipped to tackle those questions.
January 20, 2009- Learning your status: I’ve been shadowing the Baylor Doctors at their outreach clinic in Nhlangano since November. So far I’ve learned a lot about tuberculosis and the clinical stages of HIV, including the sign and symptoms of each 4 stages. This clinic only sees pregnant women, children under five, and lactating mothers who come for: HIV testing; HIV and medication maintenance; TB testing and maintenance; and counseling. Since coming, I’ve only observed clients with appointments for initiation, which means they already know their HIV status and are ready to start ART (anti-retroviral therapy) or for weekly/monthly check-ups. Today I watched Dr Dan tell a 20 year old mother that she and her 16 month old son were both HIV positive. For the Baylor Doctors, giving bad news has lost its shock value but my first time watching someone learn their status. I felt sick.
She didn’t seem surprised but I saw sadness and defeat in her eyes. Her son also had a fairly enlarged lymph node under his left arm, which the doctors drained to release pressure and for a culture to send to the lab. They wanted to rule out advanced TB. They also grew 2 vials of blood for a CD4 count and basic blood work-up. The mother stood in the corner biting back tears as her son screamed with fear. I fought the lump rising in my throat and the tears forming, while questioning my potential effectiveness as a doctor if I got too emotional with patients.
January 21, 2009- Volunteer Advisory Council: In November, Group 6 voted for representatives we wanted in several volunteer committees—Peer Support Network, Volunteer Advisory Council and SoJournal, the monthly volunteer newsletter. I was nominated to represent my group, with another Group 6’er, on the Volunteer Advisory Council, aka VAC. It is a position I was interested in holding, as I am eager to be a liaison between volunteers and PC staff. Our job is to relay volunteer concerns to staff, brainstorm solutions, and take staff responses back to volunteers. The first meeting was today, and I am excited by how receptive staff is to our opinions and constructive criticism. The acting Country Director, the Associate Director/Programming, and Associate Director/Admin were all former PC volunteers. They get it! It’s nice to collaborate with staff that is amenable to candid dialogue about things that aren’t working. I think I’m really going to enjoy serving on this committee. It helps me feel more invested in this program. And I’m looking forward to making it a better program for future groups. I truly believe the first 10 or so groups to Swaziland are really about building the foundation for future groups. That kinda stinks for us, the block builders; we are continual trial and error guinea pigs. I try to remember it is for the greater good. Greater good. Greater good. Blah!
January 25, 2009- Things I got in emails and decided to reply in blog format: BUCKET LIST*Please send back it will be fun!!!!!*Hit forward and place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not, and send it to your friends (including me). This is for your entire life!
(x)Gone on a blind date
( X) Watched someone die
( ) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
( ) Been to Florida
( ) Been to Hawaii
(X )Been to Europe
( ) Been to South America
( ) Been to Central America
( ) Been to Asia
( ) Australia
(X) Been to Africa
(x) Been on a plane
( ) Been on a Cruise
( ) Visited All 50 States
(X ) Been lost
(x) Been on the opposite side of the country
( ) Gone to Washington, DC
(X ) Swam in the ocean….the Indian Ocean, Atlantic and Pacific
( X) Cried yourself to sleep
(X ) Played cops and robbers
(X ) Recently colored with crayons
(x) Sang Karaoke
( X) Paid for a meal with coins only…happens quite often in Africa
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't…don’t we all. Will I ever learn?
( ) Made prank phone calls
(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Danced in the rain
(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) Watched the sunrise…but I don’t do it often enough
(X) Blown bubbles
( ) Gone ice-skating…but I wanna learn!
( ) Been skinny dipping…I know….how could a farm girl NOT have gone skinny dipping?!
(X) Gone to the movies..but not recently and I’m jonesing to see one
1. Any nicknames? Jenny from the Bloc, Jenny from the Swaz, Jenny G, Chica, Gina, Playa
2. Mother's name? Kathleen aka Kathy
3. Favorite drinks? Water, coffee, dark beers, red wine, white wine spritzers, mojitos, gin and tonic, gin martinis, champagne with fruit puree, aQuelle flavored water- it’s a South African thing
4. Body Piercing? Ears, and contemplating getting my nose pierced or one of my ears gauged while visiting Capetown!
5. On a scale of 1-10, how much do you love your job? It’s a love-hate relationship, and really depends on the day
6. Birthplace? Genoa, Nebraska
7. Favorite vacation spot? Right now, anywhere away from site
8. Favorite movies? Amelie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, anything w/ Johnny Depp, classics, romances and comedies
9. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving
10. Favorite desserts? I love sweets…apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, really moist cakes w/ buttercream frosting, most anything chocolate, ice cream w/ chocolate sauce, gelato……..
11. Favorite food? Right now, anything that’s not maize-based. Generally I love fresh, local produce, home-made bread, a really good slab of steak grilled to perfection, juicy hamburger topped w/ everything and loads of fries on the side, authentic Italian, Mexican, Thai and Sushi, and Runzas!
(Okay the food questions aren’t fair! I don’t really have access to variety so I’m craving everything!)
12. Favorite day of the week? Any day I spend w/ volunteers
13. Favorite brand of body soap? Anything handmade
14. Favorite toothpaste? Tom’s of Maine Cinnamon and Clove
15. Favorite smell? Clean clothes; me after a much needed, yet rarely taken, shower; the air after it rains; freshly baked bread; lavender, eucalyptus, tea tree oils; coffee brewing; candles burning16. How do you relax? Go for a run, practice yoga, read, watch a movie on my laptop, crochet, journal, have a cup of tea, and take a bath w/ oils and salts…that is if I could
17. How do you see yourself in 10 years? Hell, I’m just trying to get through the next 18 months! Ten years out, the possibilities are endless.
18. What are you currently reading? Glimmer Train Press’ Winter 2008 Issue 65 edition- a series of short stories and interviews by various writes that my sister Karen sent me. I’m loving them!
19. View from your window? A field of corn, a hillside scattered with homesteads and trees, my little mountain, and the cell phone tower
20. Furthest place you will send this message to? America
Welcome to the new 2008/9 edition of getting to know your family and friends. Here is what you are supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person who sent it to you.
Some of you may get this several times; that means you have lots of friends. The easiest way to do it is to hit 'forward' so you can change the answers or copy and paste. Have fun and be truthful!
1.
What is your occupation right now?
Community Health Education Volunteer for Peace Corps
2.
What color are your socks right now?
Not wearing socks…too hot!
3.
What are you listening to right now?
Durban’s East Coast Radio…my new favorite radio station
4.
What was the last thing that you ate
popcorn
5.
Can you drive a stick shift?
Sadly, no
6.
Last person you spoke to on the phone?
I usually only talk on the phone once a week when my parents or sisters call. Usually I txt message…they call it SMS here. I just SMS’ed w/ Jaclyn
7.
Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Yes!
8.
How old are you today?
33
9.
What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
I watched a rugby match yesterday w/ my bhuti in the main house. It was kinda fun to watch but I really don’t know the rules. I also enjoy Nebraska football and Colorado Hockey. But I prefer to watch sports live.
10.
What is your favorite drink?
See answers in previous questionnaire
11.
Have you ever colored your hair?
Yep. Right now my hair is partly bleached by the sun. Can’t wait to have someone highlight it red again!
12.
Favorite food?
See answers in previous questionnaire
13..
What is the last movie you watched?
Blue Crush with other PCV’s at Jaclyn’s hut; makes me want to learn to surf.
14.
Favorite day of the year?
The day I COS aka Close of Service w/ PC.
15.
How do you prevent anger
Can’t remember the last time I was angry. I’ve been irritated, and when I get irritated I remove myself from the situation, journal or go for a run.
16.
What was your favorite toy as a child?
Barbie’s, coloring books, dress up clothes, Angel doll, Strawberry Shortcake dolls and Merry-Go-Round, and sand box
17.
What is your favorite season?
Autumn
18.
Cherries or Blueberries?
Blueberries
19.
Last vacation you took?
Spent Christmas in Maputo Mozambique
20.
When was the last time you cried?
Recently…let’s just put it that way
21.
What is on the floor of your closet?
Closet? What closet? I have a stick attached to fishing line hanging from the beams in the roof with a large plastic bag over the top to protect my clothes from dust. It will only hold 6 hangers. The rest of my clothes is in my suitcase
22.
Who is the friend you have had the longest?
My sisters, Annette & Sharon. Second longest, my cousin Anne
23.
What did you do last night
Watched the Saturday Night Live Presidential Bash 2008 DVD Anne recorded and sent to me. Hilarious!
24.
What are you most afraid of
Afraid? I ain’t afraid of nothin’….well I really hate snakes but I’ve already killed a rat so bring it on!
25.
Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers
Cheesy and spicy
26.
Favorite dog breed?
Collies, Labs, German Shepard’s, Alaskan Huskies, Malamutes
27.
Favorite day of the week?
Any day I spend w/ other PCV’s
28.
How many countries have you lived in?
Two
29.
Diamonds or pearls?
Gemstones, preferably ones that are retrieved responsibly without harming anyone in the process and with fair wages given to the collectors
30.
What is your favorite flower?
I love all flowers! Really miss having a flower garden. People don’t grow flowers in rural areas. I’ve only seen affluent neighborhoods in Mbabane and Manzini with flower gardens.
January 28, 2009- End of the month: Today marks my 7th month here. If I continue with my current plan of COS’ing in July 2010, then I have 17 months left of service. Seems like a long time to me. However, today the nurses at the clinic, when asking about when I am going back to America, said, “Oh, you’re leaving next year! That’s soon.” I guess it’s all about perspective.
January 30, 2009- Blessed again: I received about 5 packages right after Christmas. Today I picked up 3 more! I think the workers at the post office are beginning to wonder about me. Almost every time I pick up my mail I have a slip indicating a package is waiting. And when I present a postal worker w/ package slips, he/she smiles and shakes their heads. They allow me to open my packages at the counter; I put the contents in my shopping bag and leave the boxes there b/c the boxes are too cumbersome to lug to the bus rank. They seem as eager as me to see what’s inside. Sometimes I show them pictures if there are any, which they seem to enjoy. It brings a smile anyway. As they return to their other customers, they usually comment, “Your family must miss you” or “They love you.” Yep. Sigh. I miss them and love them too. I have the best family and friends. I am blessed.
My dear, sweet friend Renee sent me paint pens. I’m painting the words Patience, Clarity, Open and Trust on my wall…patience waiting for answers; clarity to interpret them; remaining open to receiving; and trusting that the answers are what I need.
Side note…an interesting encounter at the Post Office: Today another customer, eyeing my packages, asked me to share the chocolate as I was transferring things into my shopping bag. I said the package was a gift. He asked, “Aren’t you a Christian?” I didn’t feel like arguing so I gave him a candy cane to leave me alone. But he didn’t leave. He wanted to know what country I was from, and what I was doing in Swaziland. As soon as I told him I am here to teach about HIV and AIDS, he asked about how a person contracts HIV. I told him through blood, semen, vaginal fluid or mother-to-child transmission. Then he proceeded to very bluntly describe a detailed scenario about having sex with his girlfriend, and if he could get HIV from having sex with her for the first time without using a condom. It’s possible, I said. Then he asked if he was safe using a condom but had a cut on his penis. Could he still get HIV? I told him the possibility is there b/c of transfer of body fluids, and condoms not are 100% reliable. But what if he didn’t have a cut on his body? How could he get the virus? I said it’s still possible he could get it through the transfer of body fluids. He didn’t like the answer, and I’m not completely sure he fully grasped what I was trying to convey. He walked off with the candy cane in a huff. Most men I encounter here want to know everything about your life, where you’re from, why you’re here, and generally get in your business. But the minute I say I’m here to teach about HIV and AIDS, they get defensive. I get asked or told: Why did you have to come teach about that? Don’t YOU think WE know about HIV and AIDS? Didn’t Americans invent it to kill off Africans? Don’t Americans get better drugs to fight the virus than what Africans get? No one in America really has HIV. The real problem here is that we don’t have clean drinking water. Can’t you start a water project? The real problem here is that no one has money for food. ARGH! Sometimes I feel so ill-equipped to tackle those questions.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
December life
December 13, 2008: Peep Show- I am constantly scrutinized with every move I make, so I choose to be fairly conservative when I dress every morning. Breasts don’t matter much here—they are functional not sexualized—so I wear tank tops without much thought. However, showing thighs is a no-no. I get starred at all the time while running because I wear my yoga pants. It’s enough of a deterrent to cause me to wear skirts or dresses during the week. I do, on occasion, wear pants or jeans in my community but I always make sure they are clean and presentable.
Earlier today, make saw me in leggings. On weekends my dress is generally very casual: jeans, leggings, yoga pants. Wanting to go to the sitolo (store) I wrapped a lihhiya around my waste to conceal my form-fitting leggings. Make was sitting on her porch. I announced my plans, as I’ve become accustomed to doing. She asked if I’d get her airtime. As she handed me money to buy airtime, she lifted up my lihhiya. I had no time to react, partly because I wasn’t sure what was happening and mostly because I was in shock. “Oh,” she said, “I am making sure you had something underneath.” Um, yes! Bosisi and bobhuti got a show, however, since they were watching the exchange. I walked away like nothing out of the ordinary happened. But as I recounted the incident on my way back from the sitolo, I couldn’t stop laughing. I’ll be 33 next week, which my make knows; yet she insists on “taking care of me” as if I’m still a child. In her defense, she stopped me committing a faux pas yesterday. I wore jeans to the clinic, something I only do when I’m feeling lazy or tired and lacking imagination. Afterward, I planned to go to the umphakatsi to help my counterpart register children for World Vision aid. I forgot that most community members think it’s in poor taste to wear pants on umphakatsi grounds, even though the chief is indifferent. Luckily, make was there for a meeting. She stopped me halfway up the hill, offering me a scarf to wrap around my waist, and quietly scolding me for wearing pants to the umphakatsi. The learning curve is continual…well my learning curve is in the Swaz.
December 14, 2008: Fudge Fiasco- I seem to have a problem making candy, the one and only thing I seem to have a problem baking/making. A few years ago I substituted honey for sugar when making fudge. Not a good idea. Needless to say, it was ultra sweet, and I didn’t keep it around for long. I think…I know, I don’t have the patience for candy making unless there are few steps and substituting is okay. I just know this about myself; I’m not a rule follower, instruction follower or direction follower. I’m resigned to not making candy, and I’m okay with that because I make other things really well. But this morning I was missing family, home, and Christmas preparations. And I got a hankering for fudge. So I thought I’d try the recipe in the PC cookbook. It called for marshmallows in place of mallow crème, a substitution I was skeptical about. Turns out I should have been more concerned with my choice of sugar. I used cane sugar, a coarsely granulated brown sugar; the other types of sugar they sell in the store are ultra-refined white sugar and powered sugar. I’m trying to keep my healthy eating habits here, but I guess I should have bought the ultra-refined white sugar because it would have melted during the cooking process. So my fudge is more the consistency of a caramel and really crunchy because the sugar didn’t melt. It doesn’t taste bad, but it’s just not that good. Oh well. Live and learn. Throw it out and try again next year…maybe.
December 18, 2008: Christmas parties and going away parties- Our Country Director is being transferred to Ethiopia. She’s flying there with her family next week to start working with the newly arrived trainees and staff. We’ll get a new CD in March. At her going away party on Tuesday, she opened her house to all current volunteers and staff if they are planning to travel through Ethiopia. I just might take her up on that offered; it could be part of my COS tour of Africa.
We had another going away party later that evening. My friend and fellow volunteer, Vanessa went back to Ohio. Even though her host family was friendly and inviting, the community and her counterpart were not. I told her I wished I didn’t like her so much. The longer I’m here, the harder it is to watch people leave. She was very happy with her decision, and excited to see her family and friends for Christmas. So I’m happy for her, but am sad at the same time.
Tuesday night we also had a Christmas party with some Group 5 volunteers. Everyone brought one sweet and one salty dish. We played Christmas music. Some people participated in a gift exchange. We toasted each other, Vanessa’s departure and upcoming holiday trips.
December 19, 2008: Celebrating my birthday- It’s a day of dichotomies. Today is really hot; I’d say it’s 30 or 31 degrees Celsius. My birthday is normally cold but today I’m wearing a tank top and shorts. My mom sent me several cake mixes. I’m generally a ‘make cakes from scratch’ girl. But I want to share America’s obsession for celebrating birthdays, and since I don’t have much in the way of groceries right now the box cake is my best option. I made the butter pecan mix adding cocoa, cinnamon and chipotle chili powder and topped it with chocolate cinnamon icing. If I were in America, I’d be having dinner with friends…either in Sioux City eating sushi or in Vermillion at Mona Lisi’s. This evening I ate brie with crackers and drank two glasses of wine by myself. Since I was in Mbabane yesterday and had access to more options at the grocery store, I indulged, buying myself brie and wine. It’s not at all my ‘new normal’ grocery purchases. I had several fantastic phone calls, from friends old and new. My cousin called me this morning, which was an incredible treat. My clinic family offered heartfelt greetings, while my parents sang me happy birthday over the phone. My new PC friends sent some sweet text messages. I’m sharing a few, in their original format, mostly as a way to remember their sentiment.
From Matthew: Happy Birthday Jennifer! Hope you have a wonderful day!
From Naomi: happy birthday!!! don’t think our celebrating is all over there’s still plenty more 2 come on our little adventure : ) hope u enjoy dat delicious cake of urs. (Naomi’s birthday was December 14th, and we’re planning to celebrate a little more in Maputo!)
From Emily: Happy birthday my friend! Hope your cake comes out okay and you have a great day!
From Danielle: Happy Birthday Jenny from the Swaz! Hope you enjoyed your cake! Counting the days til the beach…
From Jaclyn: HAPPY BIRHTDAY JEN! Hope ur day is peaceful n prepares u 4 ur bday vacation! Luv u bud!
I asked my sisi and her friends how to say happy birthday in siSwati. It’s Lusuku (lou-sue-goo) Lokutalwa (low goo tal wah) Jabula (ja boo lah). Then they sang to me: ‘Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, may God bless you. Happy birthday to you’ in the same tune we sing it. I wasn’t expecting that. From what I’ve observed birthdays aren’t celebrated much less remembered. So it made me wonder if birthdays are celebrated in schools or if it’s an influence from South Africa.
One thing’s for sure, I’ll definitely remember my 33rd and 34th birthdays. I am, however, apprehensive today about approaching my 35th. In my early twenties, when I ‘knew’ oh so much, I made the statement that I’d hit my prime by 35; that I would have life figured out and be in a successful place/space and know what I wanted. And everything would go up from there. WHATEVER THAT MEANS! Maybe that’s why I’m apprehensive about 35. My twenty-something ego is sitting on my shoulder, pestering me about if I know what I want; if I’ll figure it out, if I’ll be successful, and if I can get it all done in 2 years so I can say I’ve hit my prime at 35! But what does a twenty-something really know, anyway? I thought I did. Now I’m not so sure. And maybe that’s the real issue; I was forcing something that cannot be forced. Luckily my thirty-something ego is sitting on other shoulder, in lotus pose, meditating; she says the answers will come when they are ready to come to me. I think my thirty-something Zen ego is not worried about turning 35 because she knows all will be well. And all matter of things shall be well.
A new moon teaches
gradualness and
deliberation and how
one gives birth to
oneself slowly. Patience
with small details makes perfect a large
work, like the universe
~Rumi
December 24 – 29, 2008: Spending time in a real city- If you ever get the chance to visit Maputo Mozambique, do it; you will not regret the experience. A port city, still influenced by Portuguese culture since it was occupied by the Portuguese up until mid-1970, the city rests on the Indian Ocean. Maputo boasts the freshest prawns and coconuts; an up & coming art and music scene, including an art museum, and jazz and salsa clubs; things to do for travelers on all types of budgets; and beaches, and it’s all neatly wrapped up in a city that feels like a real city. (Try living in a hut, on a homestead, in a very rural community and you’ll understand what I mean by ‘real city’.) Here are a few highlights from my trip:
*Eating fresh prawns, calamari, salmon, hako, passion fruit, pineapple, mangos, apples, coconut milk straight from the coconut, and fish samoosas from a market vendor. Food was our indulgence on this trip b/c there was variety and it was really fresh!
*Putting my feet in the ocean on Christmas Day. I put my feet in the Indian Ocean on Christmas Day! The ocean looks expansive; it’s powerful and I felt a spiritual kinship immediately. I sat of the coal black rocks lining the coast and daydreamed of owning a house on the hill behind me that overlooks the Indian Ocean.
*Preparing Christmas dinner with 7 other ladies from completely different backgrounds (2nd generation Korean, Mexican, Vietnamese and Italian, and several half-breeds), enjoying conversation about family traditions, and throwing together a very ethnically mixed meal that tasted fabulously.
*Eating gelado (not misspelled, that’s how they spell it in Moz) almost every day and not feeling one bit guilty.
*Finding my way around a city I’ve never been to, sometimes without a map…it was liberating and exciting to find my way, or get lost and then find my way!
*Walking in a city at night, something we’re not allowed to do in Swaziland.
*Drinking pina coladas and sangria with fresh fruit, any time, anywhere.
*Playing in the Indian Ocean while it rained; the water was really warm and the rain was kinda cold but it felt great. The beach and water were dirty; people litter everywhere. But I imagine at one time the yellowy-white sand was sparkling white and the grayish water was crystal clear blue.
*Realizing that many people travel to Mozambique during the holidays, and that perhaps booking a hotel on the island we wanted to visit before we got there would have been a good idea. This is the reason we left early. The islands and everything in Tofu were booked through New Year’s Eve. I got us to Maputo and asked others to worry about the rest. But when you travel with 7 other people, all with different personalities and interests, you never know what might or might not happen.
*Shopping in a proper supermarket with LOTS of choices.
*Going to an ultra hip club called Dolce Vita, and feeling considerably under-dressed even though I was wearing a pencil skirt, low-cut top and heels. It was fun nonetheless, and the drinks came with pineapple garnish and little umbrellas!
*Listening to some of the girls tell a story about a lady that followed them along the water front. They named her Crazy Boob Lady as she wasn’t wearing a shirt and apparently her breasts were quite odd looking. They had plenty of time to study her since she ran after them for several blocks yelling in Portuguese and attempting to throw mud at them. Onlookers laughed but no one tried to stop the lady. They still have no idea what she wanted or was saying to them. Naomi speaks some Portuguese but couldn’t understand her words.
*Naomi translating everything for us. She speaks Spanish fluently and some Portuguese; she was a Godsend.
December 31, 2008: New Year’s Eve in the Swaz- I celebrated New Year’s Eve with most of Group 6 and some Group 5 volunteers at House on Fire, a club/concert hall/bar near Malkerns. The theme was The Cheezy Mexican Fiesta. They had surprisingly good Mexican food but no margaritas, which everyone found bizarre. Tequila shots were available but I decided to stay clear of them. Tequila makes me a little too sassy, and I didn’t think that was a good idea with a huge crowd.
The featured band, Hot Water, is from Capetown South Africa and their music is fantastic. They use acoustic guitar, percussion, keyboard, gongs and drums, bass, and harmonica with the occasional didgeridoo and tabla to create a fun upbeat alternative rock/ethnic world music sound. We had a blast dancing but I think I’ve forgotten how to dance in heels. I had that mastered in Vermillion, dancing to Poker Alice. Boo hoo! Guess I’ll need to practice in my hut.
I bought their cd; it makes me happy and I can’t help smile while listening. Their biggest hit, Bush Fire, opens with these lyrics: “There’s a bushfire raging outside my house. There’s a bushfire raging inside my life. Deep burning anger has come into my heart. I decide not to break things ‘cause I’ve done that before and it doesn’t work.” Check out their website, if you’re interested in listening: www.hotwatermusic.co.za. You won’t be disappointed.
And that was my New Year’s Eve. I was back to our guest house by 2am, helped a very drunk girl to bed, and then tried to sleep off 2008.
2009 begins my full year in the Swaz. I have mixed emotions. I have lots of projects and activities I want to start. Will I find motivated people in the community to help me accomplish what the community wants? I want to teach Life Skills in grades 5 and 6, and career guidance to high school students. Will I be able to impart wisdom, direction or clarity? Will anyone be receptive? I don’t make typical New Year’s resolutions. My “resolutions” tend to be things that are personal growth resolutions. Last year my resolution was being able to vocalize in order to tell others my needs. The year before it was doing things that made me happy and feel satisfied; I traveled a lot, and reevaluated my relationship with yoga. This year, in light of my current situation, I think my “resolution” will involve cultivating patience—something I have a really had time doing—and letting what will be, be. I will try to embrace the art of not knowing.
My wish for you in 2009 is to feel true joy. My wish for you is to cultivate something you struggle with in your life. My wish for you is peace. Here’s to 2009! May it hold many wonderful surprises.
Earlier today, make saw me in leggings. On weekends my dress is generally very casual: jeans, leggings, yoga pants. Wanting to go to the sitolo (store) I wrapped a lihhiya around my waste to conceal my form-fitting leggings. Make was sitting on her porch. I announced my plans, as I’ve become accustomed to doing. She asked if I’d get her airtime. As she handed me money to buy airtime, she lifted up my lihhiya. I had no time to react, partly because I wasn’t sure what was happening and mostly because I was in shock. “Oh,” she said, “I am making sure you had something underneath.” Um, yes! Bosisi and bobhuti got a show, however, since they were watching the exchange. I walked away like nothing out of the ordinary happened. But as I recounted the incident on my way back from the sitolo, I couldn’t stop laughing. I’ll be 33 next week, which my make knows; yet she insists on “taking care of me” as if I’m still a child. In her defense, she stopped me committing a faux pas yesterday. I wore jeans to the clinic, something I only do when I’m feeling lazy or tired and lacking imagination. Afterward, I planned to go to the umphakatsi to help my counterpart register children for World Vision aid. I forgot that most community members think it’s in poor taste to wear pants on umphakatsi grounds, even though the chief is indifferent. Luckily, make was there for a meeting. She stopped me halfway up the hill, offering me a scarf to wrap around my waist, and quietly scolding me for wearing pants to the umphakatsi. The learning curve is continual…well my learning curve is in the Swaz.
December 14, 2008: Fudge Fiasco- I seem to have a problem making candy, the one and only thing I seem to have a problem baking/making. A few years ago I substituted honey for sugar when making fudge. Not a good idea. Needless to say, it was ultra sweet, and I didn’t keep it around for long. I think…I know, I don’t have the patience for candy making unless there are few steps and substituting is okay. I just know this about myself; I’m not a rule follower, instruction follower or direction follower. I’m resigned to not making candy, and I’m okay with that because I make other things really well. But this morning I was missing family, home, and Christmas preparations. And I got a hankering for fudge. So I thought I’d try the recipe in the PC cookbook. It called for marshmallows in place of mallow crème, a substitution I was skeptical about. Turns out I should have been more concerned with my choice of sugar. I used cane sugar, a coarsely granulated brown sugar; the other types of sugar they sell in the store are ultra-refined white sugar and powered sugar. I’m trying to keep my healthy eating habits here, but I guess I should have bought the ultra-refined white sugar because it would have melted during the cooking process. So my fudge is more the consistency of a caramel and really crunchy because the sugar didn’t melt. It doesn’t taste bad, but it’s just not that good. Oh well. Live and learn. Throw it out and try again next year…maybe.
December 18, 2008: Christmas parties and going away parties- Our Country Director is being transferred to Ethiopia. She’s flying there with her family next week to start working with the newly arrived trainees and staff. We’ll get a new CD in March. At her going away party on Tuesday, she opened her house to all current volunteers and staff if they are planning to travel through Ethiopia. I just might take her up on that offered; it could be part of my COS tour of Africa.
We had another going away party later that evening. My friend and fellow volunteer, Vanessa went back to Ohio. Even though her host family was friendly and inviting, the community and her counterpart were not. I told her I wished I didn’t like her so much. The longer I’m here, the harder it is to watch people leave. She was very happy with her decision, and excited to see her family and friends for Christmas. So I’m happy for her, but am sad at the same time.
Tuesday night we also had a Christmas party with some Group 5 volunteers. Everyone brought one sweet and one salty dish. We played Christmas music. Some people participated in a gift exchange. We toasted each other, Vanessa’s departure and upcoming holiday trips.
December 19, 2008: Celebrating my birthday- It’s a day of dichotomies. Today is really hot; I’d say it’s 30 or 31 degrees Celsius. My birthday is normally cold but today I’m wearing a tank top and shorts. My mom sent me several cake mixes. I’m generally a ‘make cakes from scratch’ girl. But I want to share America’s obsession for celebrating birthdays, and since I don’t have much in the way of groceries right now the box cake is my best option. I made the butter pecan mix adding cocoa, cinnamon and chipotle chili powder and topped it with chocolate cinnamon icing. If I were in America, I’d be having dinner with friends…either in Sioux City eating sushi or in Vermillion at Mona Lisi’s. This evening I ate brie with crackers and drank two glasses of wine by myself. Since I was in Mbabane yesterday and had access to more options at the grocery store, I indulged, buying myself brie and wine. It’s not at all my ‘new normal’ grocery purchases. I had several fantastic phone calls, from friends old and new. My cousin called me this morning, which was an incredible treat. My clinic family offered heartfelt greetings, while my parents sang me happy birthday over the phone. My new PC friends sent some sweet text messages. I’m sharing a few, in their original format, mostly as a way to remember their sentiment.
From Matthew: Happy Birthday Jennifer! Hope you have a wonderful day!
From Naomi: happy birthday!!! don’t think our celebrating is all over there’s still plenty more 2 come on our little adventure : ) hope u enjoy dat delicious cake of urs. (Naomi’s birthday was December 14th, and we’re planning to celebrate a little more in Maputo!)
From Emily: Happy birthday my friend! Hope your cake comes out okay and you have a great day!
From Danielle: Happy Birthday Jenny from the Swaz! Hope you enjoyed your cake! Counting the days til the beach…
From Jaclyn: HAPPY BIRHTDAY JEN! Hope ur day is peaceful n prepares u 4 ur bday vacation! Luv u bud!
I asked my sisi and her friends how to say happy birthday in siSwati. It’s Lusuku (lou-sue-goo) Lokutalwa (low goo tal wah) Jabula (ja boo lah). Then they sang to me: ‘Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, may God bless you. Happy birthday to you’ in the same tune we sing it. I wasn’t expecting that. From what I’ve observed birthdays aren’t celebrated much less remembered. So it made me wonder if birthdays are celebrated in schools or if it’s an influence from South Africa.
One thing’s for sure, I’ll definitely remember my 33rd and 34th birthdays. I am, however, apprehensive today about approaching my 35th. In my early twenties, when I ‘knew’ oh so much, I made the statement that I’d hit my prime by 35; that I would have life figured out and be in a successful place/space and know what I wanted. And everything would go up from there. WHATEVER THAT MEANS! Maybe that’s why I’m apprehensive about 35. My twenty-something ego is sitting on my shoulder, pestering me about if I know what I want; if I’ll figure it out, if I’ll be successful, and if I can get it all done in 2 years so I can say I’ve hit my prime at 35! But what does a twenty-something really know, anyway? I thought I did. Now I’m not so sure. And maybe that’s the real issue; I was forcing something that cannot be forced. Luckily my thirty-something ego is sitting on other shoulder, in lotus pose, meditating; she says the answers will come when they are ready to come to me. I think my thirty-something Zen ego is not worried about turning 35 because she knows all will be well. And all matter of things shall be well.
A new moon teaches
gradualness and
deliberation and how
one gives birth to
oneself slowly. Patience
with small details makes perfect a large
work, like the universe
~Rumi
December 24 – 29, 2008: Spending time in a real city- If you ever get the chance to visit Maputo Mozambique, do it; you will not regret the experience. A port city, still influenced by Portuguese culture since it was occupied by the Portuguese up until mid-1970, the city rests on the Indian Ocean. Maputo boasts the freshest prawns and coconuts; an up & coming art and music scene, including an art museum, and jazz and salsa clubs; things to do for travelers on all types of budgets; and beaches, and it’s all neatly wrapped up in a city that feels like a real city. (Try living in a hut, on a homestead, in a very rural community and you’ll understand what I mean by ‘real city’.) Here are a few highlights from my trip:
*Eating fresh prawns, calamari, salmon, hako, passion fruit, pineapple, mangos, apples, coconut milk straight from the coconut, and fish samoosas from a market vendor. Food was our indulgence on this trip b/c there was variety and it was really fresh!
*Putting my feet in the ocean on Christmas Day. I put my feet in the Indian Ocean on Christmas Day! The ocean looks expansive; it’s powerful and I felt a spiritual kinship immediately. I sat of the coal black rocks lining the coast and daydreamed of owning a house on the hill behind me that overlooks the Indian Ocean.
*Preparing Christmas dinner with 7 other ladies from completely different backgrounds (2nd generation Korean, Mexican, Vietnamese and Italian, and several half-breeds), enjoying conversation about family traditions, and throwing together a very ethnically mixed meal that tasted fabulously.
*Eating gelado (not misspelled, that’s how they spell it in Moz) almost every day and not feeling one bit guilty.
*Finding my way around a city I’ve never been to, sometimes without a map…it was liberating and exciting to find my way, or get lost and then find my way!
*Walking in a city at night, something we’re not allowed to do in Swaziland.
*Drinking pina coladas and sangria with fresh fruit, any time, anywhere.
*Playing in the Indian Ocean while it rained; the water was really warm and the rain was kinda cold but it felt great. The beach and water were dirty; people litter everywhere. But I imagine at one time the yellowy-white sand was sparkling white and the grayish water was crystal clear blue.
*Realizing that many people travel to Mozambique during the holidays, and that perhaps booking a hotel on the island we wanted to visit before we got there would have been a good idea. This is the reason we left early. The islands and everything in Tofu were booked through New Year’s Eve. I got us to Maputo and asked others to worry about the rest. But when you travel with 7 other people, all with different personalities and interests, you never know what might or might not happen.
*Shopping in a proper supermarket with LOTS of choices.
*Going to an ultra hip club called Dolce Vita, and feeling considerably under-dressed even though I was wearing a pencil skirt, low-cut top and heels. It was fun nonetheless, and the drinks came with pineapple garnish and little umbrellas!
*Listening to some of the girls tell a story about a lady that followed them along the water front. They named her Crazy Boob Lady as she wasn’t wearing a shirt and apparently her breasts were quite odd looking. They had plenty of time to study her since she ran after them for several blocks yelling in Portuguese and attempting to throw mud at them. Onlookers laughed but no one tried to stop the lady. They still have no idea what she wanted or was saying to them. Naomi speaks some Portuguese but couldn’t understand her words.
*Naomi translating everything for us. She speaks Spanish fluently and some Portuguese; she was a Godsend.
December 31, 2008: New Year’s Eve in the Swaz- I celebrated New Year’s Eve with most of Group 6 and some Group 5 volunteers at House on Fire, a club/concert hall/bar near Malkerns. The theme was The Cheezy Mexican Fiesta. They had surprisingly good Mexican food but no margaritas, which everyone found bizarre. Tequila shots were available but I decided to stay clear of them. Tequila makes me a little too sassy, and I didn’t think that was a good idea with a huge crowd.
The featured band, Hot Water, is from Capetown South Africa and their music is fantastic. They use acoustic guitar, percussion, keyboard, gongs and drums, bass, and harmonica with the occasional didgeridoo and tabla to create a fun upbeat alternative rock/ethnic world music sound. We had a blast dancing but I think I’ve forgotten how to dance in heels. I had that mastered in Vermillion, dancing to Poker Alice. Boo hoo! Guess I’ll need to practice in my hut.
I bought their cd; it makes me happy and I can’t help smile while listening. Their biggest hit, Bush Fire, opens with these lyrics: “There’s a bushfire raging outside my house. There’s a bushfire raging inside my life. Deep burning anger has come into my heart. I decide not to break things ‘cause I’ve done that before and it doesn’t work.” Check out their website, if you’re interested in listening: www.hotwatermusic.co.za. You won’t be disappointed.
And that was my New Year’s Eve. I was back to our guest house by 2am, helped a very drunk girl to bed, and then tried to sleep off 2008.
2009 begins my full year in the Swaz. I have mixed emotions. I have lots of projects and activities I want to start. Will I find motivated people in the community to help me accomplish what the community wants? I want to teach Life Skills in grades 5 and 6, and career guidance to high school students. Will I be able to impart wisdom, direction or clarity? Will anyone be receptive? I don’t make typical New Year’s resolutions. My “resolutions” tend to be things that are personal growth resolutions. Last year my resolution was being able to vocalize in order to tell others my needs. The year before it was doing things that made me happy and feel satisfied; I traveled a lot, and reevaluated my relationship with yoga. This year, in light of my current situation, I think my “resolution” will involve cultivating patience—something I have a really had time doing—and letting what will be, be. I will try to embrace the art of not knowing.
My wish for you in 2009 is to feel true joy. My wish for you is to cultivate something you struggle with in your life. My wish for you is peace. Here’s to 2009! May it hold many wonderful surprises.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Nov and a little December
November 4, 2008- So how about them Americans?!: Here’s to everyone who voted for Barack Obama. Cheers to you! And here’s to Barack Obama. What an historical event! The first (half) Africa-American President! Record numbers turn-out to vote—first-timers, those who haven’t voted in years, and young people in droves. May he bring some welcome change to America. My teacher friends and nurse friends are very excited. They feel his presidency will benefit not only America but the world, especially Africa. I hope his presidency will benefit everyone. I hope he can. If nothing else he’s inspired a generation of young people to do more, to try hard, to vote and to dream.
November 6, 2008- I have friends. For reals!: My exercise group gave me a gift today. A few weeks ago they had planned a trip to Durban, and wanted me to join them. Very sweet! Unfortunately I was low on cash, and not to mention, wasn’t allowed to travel out of country yet. Since I couldn’t join them, they bought me something from their trip—a wide silver bracelet, large brown, red and white hoop earrings and some hard candy. I am touched. It was enough for them to invite me along but a present….I’m veclempt (sp?)! Now I have Swazi friends! I have friends in my community. I feel like the anthropologists I used to read about, when they reminisced their first moment of acceptance into the community they were observing. We’re also talking about planning rotating tea parties because they want me to teach them to bake. We’ll bake something, then make tea and eat our baked creations. Cute! And hells yah!
November 7, 2008- Today I am rich: I went to town today. I wanted to mail some letters, check my mail and buy some necessities. My highlight of the day was my visit to the post office. I had 5 letters in my mail box and 2 slips indicating I had packages waiting for me! One package from my parents, containing spices (woo hoo!), fiber bars, a few articles of clothing I left behind, duct tape (woo hoo!), envelopes, writing pads, soup mixes, and drink mixes. The other package from a dear friend contained chocolate, Black Hills coffee, gum and a beautiful picture from her daughter. I am definitely rich with lovely and wonderful family and friends. How could you need anything else?!
I’m finally pimping out my hut. It needed some lovin’. I bought 2 blue stackable bins for my kitchen so I could use the wood planks I was using as my countertop for a book shelf. The energy in my hut feels much better—less cluttered, more organized, an upgraded dorm room! Hoot! And my walls are beginning to pop with color. I’ve decided to decorate with things I get in the mail. Every card and picture I receive gets stuck to my walls. I have a map of the US on my wall, marked with places I’ve visited and places I want to visit. I put up a political postcard, from a friend in South Dakota, soliciting a Senator I use to give my vote to. I have pictures drawn by a nephew and friend’s kids; they make me smile. I have siSwati words and phrases written on note cards, my way to study while I brush my teeth in the morning. I’m also posting quotes I receive from people’s letters and quotes I brought with me; I’d like to paint some on the top of each wall. I need to buy some paint and brushes; perhaps next month. By the end of 2 years my walls will be loaded with love from home and plenty of soul quotes.
I have yet to buy a table or chairs; I’m still using a chair Make let me borrow. I’m not in a hurry. I’m waiting for the right thing to jump out at me…and something cheap! Right now, I use the small space on top of my refrigerator to mix, knead bread or cut vegetables. It works for now. I’m beginning to realize I can survive on less, and that’s okay with me.
November 9, 2008- Things I’m learning during isolation: -My sister sent me this quote recently: The soul gravitates to the lessons it needs to learn and it never makes mistakes. So true. So true. I wrote it above my door so I can read it every day and remember I am on a spiritual journey. I am learning life lessons every day; lessons I need to learn. -“Get over it cry baby!” Something my boss at USD used to say all the time. I don’t think I’ll ever get over being homesick, so I might as well get over it already! Be homesick when I am, and when I’m not, be thankful. -I will find clarity as long as I remain open to receive. -I love writing letters and getting mail. Email has nothing on stationary, envelopes and nice writing pens! -I’m not a slow reader after all! I always thought I was a slow reader. But I think it’s really that I never devoted a large chunk of time to reading. A few Saturdays ago I read an entire book in one day. It was glorious—first of all because the book was that good I devoured it, page by page; and secondly, because I read the whole day! Pure decadence! -I love writing my blog! I love writing! And I think I’m pretty good at it; not perfect writing but its honest writing. I’m considering writing a book about my experiences when I return to the states, and I think some people might actually read it. -I thoroughly enjoy leading my exercise group. It’s sparked my interest in fitness. I’ve thought, very seriously, about getting my teacher certification in hatha yoga for some time now. I think this exercise group experience cements the notion. And it ties really well into my passion for total body wellness and healing. -I’m contemplating medical school again. Do I have it in me? Is it a true passion or a momentary fancy? -I like making popcorn in a sauce pan on the stove. I think it’s the best tasting popcorn I’ve ever eaten. Melt a little butter, add some salt. Yummy! -There is nothing like a bathtub for soaking. Water is a form of therapy, and one I’m dearly missing…the hot water, my body fully submerged, adding essentials oils, salts or herbs, soaking for an hour, adding more hot water when it begins to cool….fantastic! A luxury I plan to indulge when I return to the states. -Going to the movie theater is another luxury I will not give up when I get back to America. I’m fond of getting lost in the characters, the story line, and the buttered popcorn. -I am, possibly, addicted to popcorn. A thought, maybe way outta left field, yet something I need to sit with, to contemplate…perhaps with a bowl of popcorn, drizzled with melted butter and a bit of salt. This is sounding vaguely familiar….(hee hee. I’m –mostly- kidding). -I’m beginning to see the brilliance and genius of insulation. My regards to the inventor of insulation in houses. I applaud you! I wish they used insulation here. -I’m fond of season changes. I like seeing a distinct change from one season to the next. I’m still not crazy about mounds and mounds of snow, but I do enjoy the white stuff from December to February and sometimes in March if it gets you a day off from work or school. -I’m enthralled with the news. I can’t seem to get enough. Local. National. International. Finance. Business. Sports. Entertainment. It’s all good, and worth a listen. You just never know what you might learn. -I’m addicted to crossword puzzles. My brother-in-law let me download a crossword game he had before I left. It has over 900 crossword puzzles. Hollar! I’ve been doing one almost every night during integration. I’m currently on number 41. Thanks Andy! -I might be half introvert, half extravert. I always thought I was completely, 100% introvert. But I’m finding myself on the fence between the two. It’s possible that being here has caused me to crave interaction with other volunteers because I can’t seem to get enough time with other Americans. Being lonely here is very different than being lonely in America. And being alone holds a different context here, as well.
Okay…not every realization is profound. I don’t think a revelation has to be deep in order for it to resonant within. I’m guessing there will be more revelations as time passes, and I welcome them. I want to understand what I am made of, to know who I am, and why I am here. What is my purpose?
November 11, 2008- It really is a small world: I weighed a child today wearing an American t-shirt…from my alma mater! Yep! This 2 year old was wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt from South Dakota. It read:SOUTH DAKOTA69FootballAthletix Apparel I can only assume the company who printed the shirts made a mistake with a batch, spelling athletics with an ‘x.’ Many rejected, outdated or flawed apparel makes its way to Africa, either as resale items at discount shops or free through charity organizations. I had to look twice while weighing him, just to make sure I read it correctly. I thought at first it read South Africa; that my eyes were playing a trick on me because I just wanted to see the name South Dakota. But it really did say South Dakota, and it made me smile. I wish I had my camera to take a picture of his shirt. But considering he seemed terrified being weighed by a white girl, a picture might have been pushing my luck.
I made a home visit with a nurse and ward from the clinic. We visited a relative of the ward’s husband’s family. An elderly gogo is taking care of a woman, a year younger than me, who suffers from complications of epilepsy. The woman has refused taking her epilepsy medication for years; she has frequent episodes and each one makes her muscles more rigid. We found her with several pressure sores, lying on several urine-soaked grass mats and blankets, and covered with flies. She was not able to un-bend her legs or arms. According to Gogo there is no one on the homestead willing to help her care for this woman. The woman was alert, speaking when spoken to and following us with her eyes. She just needs basic hygiene care. Gogo is tired, but also doesn’t know how to implement basic healthcare measures. I helped the nurse reposition her on a clean grass mat, fitted her w/ an adult diaper, and draped a clean blanket over her. The nurse cleaned her pressure sores with chlorine water but we didn’t come prepared enough to dress the wounds or give her much needed oral care. Her seven year old son came home from school while we were there. He seemed completely un-phased by her condition. For him, that was normal. The nurse devised an action plan, to include putting together a basic medical kit for the family to use, as well as planning weekly visits to check the woman’s sores and to ensure she’s receiving basic hygiene. The nurses at the clinic would eventually like to set aside one day a week for home visits, taking turns each week. They would like me to accompany the nurse on that day to provide basic hygiene care and instruction to families. I have agreed to help once the head nurse is able to organize a home visit day. In order to do this, the clinic would need more staff. I also believe those who do home visits should wear scrubs, changing out of them once they return to the clinic, and immediately washing them at the clinic. I’m trying to think of ways to procure scrubs. I asked the clinic staff why Rural Health Motivators (RHM’s) weren’t visiting bed-ridden people. I was told most RHM’s in this area are not motivated, claiming they are given little supplies or money to do their job effectively.
November 14, 2008- Susie Homemaker:
Fill my basins with river water.One for washing. One for rinsing.Wash clothes by hand with green bar soap.Rinse and repeat.Two hours pass.I think about my mom.Channel my grandmothers’ spirits.Hang clothes to dry.Two hours pass.Collect dry clothes.Iron because it kills bug eggs.Inside out, both sides.Right side out, both sides.Three hours pass.I think about my mom.Channel my grandmothers’ spirits.Considering time taken.Understanding care for family.Contemplating their lives, their choices.Hard working hands.Enduring spirits.Strong women.I follow their example.
November 22, 2008- IST aka Integration is OVER!: Highlights from the week-long workshop in Manzini we attended to discuss problems, concerns and ideas we gathered during integration… -A day and ½ with the doctors from Baylor Institute. They have a clinic in Mbabane, specializing in Pediatric HIV/AIDS. They also visit outreach clinics. One clinic happens to be in Nhlangano, and a doctor visits every Tuesday. They invited me to help them after I expressed interest in bringing clients I identify in my community who might need their expertise. YAH! I am going to learn so much. These doctors are the leaders in the world on pediatric HIV and AIDS prevention, care, education and research. I’m very excited! -A group called Swazi Market teaches bomake groups, community based organizations and youth incoming generating groups to make Swazi handicrafts. Then they buy the crafts directly from crafters, shouldering the selling legwork. The group sells in Swaziland, various places in southern Africa, and to fair trade organizations. They also started sending crafters to the International Folk Art Market held every 2 years in Sante Fe, NM; this event was started by a returned Peace Corps volunteer several years ago. Anne and I went a few summers ago. Amazing! And worth the time. -Simon and Chad (2 PC staff) were impressed with my report, especially the part about my home-based visit. They asked permission to share it with NERCHA. WHOA! -Entrepreneurial NGO’s who target out-of-school youth; they’re interesting in helping train promising youth to start businesses in their community. -Showering every day -Toilets you can flush that aren’t outside -Three meals a day that I didn’t have to cook or clean up after. -Tea and biscuit breaks morning and afternoon -A haircut! My friend Jaclyn is brilliant- never trained as a hairdresser but her sister cuts hair so she gets the concept. I thought I was going to grow my hair out, let it go because I’m in Africa. But it’s hard to wash long, thick hair in a bucket; plus it take a lot more water. So instead of a trim, which I was originally wanting, I got a SHORT cut. Imagine Audrey Tutou’s (sp?) hair in Amelie…that’s what I have. It’s so cute. So much cooler. Much easier to wash and care for. I LOVE IT! Jaclyn was nervous; she’d never done a cut like that. I decided that even if it turned out terribly, it would still be easier to care for than the madness that was my long hair (it was past my shoulders, long enough to put in a ponytail).
November 26, 2008- Learning to bake an apple pie: Today I taught my exercise club to make pie crust and apple pie. The only pies made here are meat pies. A fast food place called King Pie sells pastries filled with ham and cheese, spinach and feta, chicken and veggies, beef curry, or stew. They were surprised to know Americans ate pies without meat. I started listing all the pies I knew to make: apple, pumpkin, cherry, strawberry rhubarb, sour cream raisin, coconut cream, peach, blueberry, mixed berry. As the list grew, so did their eyes. Amazed cannot describe their expressions. I made crust and one pie as they watched intently, asking many questions along the way. There was enough for another pie, so Phindile tried her hand at a second once I put the first pie in the oven. Despite my trouble converting ml to cups and calculating temperature difference, the pies turned out perfectly. And more importantly, they tasted fantastically! I was as excited as they were to eat it; it’s been a while since I’ve baked a pie or tasted the sweetness of creating something from scratch! We ate our slices with coffee and talked about other things they want to learn to bake. I think the next item on the list is pancakes. They both ordered me to rewrite the apple pie recipe for them. I also shared a little cinnamon and nutmeg with Nomy. She was planning to make a pie the next day for her uncle. Cute!
November 27, 2008- Thanksgiving…Swazi style and the wonders of transport: The Jackson’s invited the Shiselweni Region volunteers to their homestead for Thanksgiving. I left my hut at 9 am to catch my bus to town. I waited for the 11:30 bus with Justine; it would take us to Beth’s site where we’d meet up with Jaclyn. Justine and I were propositioned on the bus by a very drunk man. He first asked us for money to buy fertilizer so he could plant. We told him he should have used the money he spent on booze—which he was drinking on the bus—to buy fertilizer. Then he said, “Okay, that was phase one; now for phase two.” Phase two involved offering to marry one of us; he enticed us with promises of a large house and swimming pool to entertain ourselves when he was gone. Justine said, “Only if that house is in America.” I said, “Only if you’re always gone.” We got a laugh from bomake in the seats behind us. Once he heard the laughter, he quit. I was sorta curious what phase 3 might be, but thankful he stopped harassing us. We arrived at Beth’s site around 2:45 pm. We were both hot, sweaty and covered in red dirt. After getting off that bus, I don’t know why I put a dress on or fixed my hair. Jaclyn arrived around 3 pm, and we began our walk to the Jackson’s. They said it would only take about 45 minutes. Beth laughed, saying it was more like an hour and 45 minutes. Oh joy! Two hours later, we arrived at the Jackson’s homestead even more sweaty and dirty than the bus ride. It was all well worth it. Jay had killed 2 turkeys the day before and they were roasting nicely. Hilary attempted dressing for the first time, and it was pretty good. We also had mashed sweet potatoes, green beans, cooked spinach, zucchini casserole, corn casserole, black eyed peas—my first time for this; the Jackson’s are from Texas and it’s a traditional side dish for holiday meals—sour cream cake, apple pie and carrot cake. We made enough to share with their host family, which pleased them thoroughly. We were all full by the end of the night. And completely satisfied. I ate some traditional foods and some new dishes. I enjoyed company of new friends and family. I sat on a grass mat under the stars eating my Thanksgiving dinner, thinking about how bizarre it was to be eating Thanksgiving dinner on a grass mat outside (smile). I missed watching the Macy Day parade. I missed cold weather. I missed pumpkin pie. But we each talked about how we would spend Thanksgiving back home; we enjoyed some wine; Jay played guitar; and both Hilary and Jay sang. It was different. But it was good.
December 1, 2008- World AIDS Day: The Shiselweni Region hosted this year’s World AIDS Day. Along with Shiselweni’s regional NERCHA director, 8 PC volunteers and about 75 community members walked 14K from Mahamba to Nhlangano led by a marching band as a way to promote HIV/AIDS awareness. We marched through town to King Sobhuza Memorial Stadium. There were speakers from NERCHA, Ministry of Health, Drs without Borders and Ministry of Education. Several youth drama groups and choral groups performed. Ten VCT’s (Voluntary Counseling and Testing) tents were set up for people to test. I burnt my nose to the point of blistering and peeling, as well as my arms and calves. But it was a successful event. And since I might have more to do with the planning of next year’s event, it was a good learning experience as well.
December 2, 2008- Shadowing a Baylor Doctor: I’ve decided I’m going to shadow every Tuesday to begin. I want to learn their process. I also want to be able to recognize warning signs of HIV and TB, important for spotting HIV or TB signs in children at my clinic. The doctor there currently is going back to the states on December 12th, so I only have one more day to observe him. But I’ve already learned a lot. I’m not sure when Baylor will send another doctor to cover him, but Richard said they would. He also gave me some good things to think about regarding my future. I mentioned my background in massage therapy and passion for alternative medicine, and that perhaps I’d go back to school when I finish my service. He said there were great medical schools in northern California that specialize in combining western medicine with CAM (complementary and alternative medicine). He thinks I should consider homeopathic medicine. Wow! I’m sure you can imagine the high I was on.
I will be grateful to anyone willing to do some research for me regarding schools in northern Cali (or any place for that matter) specializing in CAM, homeopathic medicine, nutrition/herbals and/or osteopathy. The internet here is too slow to properly peruse sites. I will reward you with a Swazi gift! Thanks in advance.
December 3, 2008- Is it really December?: I’m having a hard time believing it’s December. It’s so hot here. December and January are the hottest months; very unlike back home. I just realized it was December today, and that Christmas was near. I asked bosisi how they celebrate Christmas, as we were sitting outside playing UNO—their new favorite game. (Thanks Anne!) Are there presents? Is there a Santa Claus? No and no. How do they celebrate? They don’t. I asked Zandele if she knew how to make cookies. No. Would she like to learn? Yes. I told her and Philiswa that for Christmas in America, we make Christmas cookies, and since I was missing my family I was going to make cookies. Would they like to learn to make cookies? Yes. Were they free on Saturday? Yes. So, I’m going to teach bosisi to make sugar cookies. I also want to make treats for the staff at the clinic; perhaps scones and fudge. I want to do something that resembles something Christmassy. Some shops in town have Christmas decorations. I might buy a string of garland to decorate my hut. It’s just so weird to imagine Christmas approaching. It’s HOT here; not cold. That’s the biggest deterrent to wrapping my head around the holidays approaching. That and I’m still living in surreal world. My days are more even. Thank God for that. And even though I’ve forgotten why I decided to come, I’m here now. I must decide what I’m going to do here, and I’m beginning to figure it out. Occasionally, I do stop mid-step or pace my hut, thinking, “OMG. I’m in Africa. What the hell am I doing in Africa? I really thought this was a good idea?” It is fleeting, though; I look over my shoulder or out my window and I exhale at the sight I behold. This is Africa! Oh my God! I’m in Africa! Surreal…yes! Good…yes! Scary…hell yah! Unfamiliar…yes. Comforting….sometimes. Invaluable…more than I’ll ever imagine. Side note: We made sugar cookies on Saturday. They were a hit. I played Christmas music and talked about how my family prepares for Christmas; less impressed. But they liked the cookies!
November 6, 2008- I have friends. For reals!: My exercise group gave me a gift today. A few weeks ago they had planned a trip to Durban, and wanted me to join them. Very sweet! Unfortunately I was low on cash, and not to mention, wasn’t allowed to travel out of country yet. Since I couldn’t join them, they bought me something from their trip—a wide silver bracelet, large brown, red and white hoop earrings and some hard candy. I am touched. It was enough for them to invite me along but a present….I’m veclempt (sp?)! Now I have Swazi friends! I have friends in my community. I feel like the anthropologists I used to read about, when they reminisced their first moment of acceptance into the community they were observing. We’re also talking about planning rotating tea parties because they want me to teach them to bake. We’ll bake something, then make tea and eat our baked creations. Cute! And hells yah!
November 7, 2008- Today I am rich: I went to town today. I wanted to mail some letters, check my mail and buy some necessities. My highlight of the day was my visit to the post office. I had 5 letters in my mail box and 2 slips indicating I had packages waiting for me! One package from my parents, containing spices (woo hoo!), fiber bars, a few articles of clothing I left behind, duct tape (woo hoo!), envelopes, writing pads, soup mixes, and drink mixes. The other package from a dear friend contained chocolate, Black Hills coffee, gum and a beautiful picture from her daughter. I am definitely rich with lovely and wonderful family and friends. How could you need anything else?!
I’m finally pimping out my hut. It needed some lovin’. I bought 2 blue stackable bins for my kitchen so I could use the wood planks I was using as my countertop for a book shelf. The energy in my hut feels much better—less cluttered, more organized, an upgraded dorm room! Hoot! And my walls are beginning to pop with color. I’ve decided to decorate with things I get in the mail. Every card and picture I receive gets stuck to my walls. I have a map of the US on my wall, marked with places I’ve visited and places I want to visit. I put up a political postcard, from a friend in South Dakota, soliciting a Senator I use to give my vote to. I have pictures drawn by a nephew and friend’s kids; they make me smile. I have siSwati words and phrases written on note cards, my way to study while I brush my teeth in the morning. I’m also posting quotes I receive from people’s letters and quotes I brought with me; I’d like to paint some on the top of each wall. I need to buy some paint and brushes; perhaps next month. By the end of 2 years my walls will be loaded with love from home and plenty of soul quotes.
I have yet to buy a table or chairs; I’m still using a chair Make let me borrow. I’m not in a hurry. I’m waiting for the right thing to jump out at me…and something cheap! Right now, I use the small space on top of my refrigerator to mix, knead bread or cut vegetables. It works for now. I’m beginning to realize I can survive on less, and that’s okay with me.
November 9, 2008- Things I’m learning during isolation: -My sister sent me this quote recently: The soul gravitates to the lessons it needs to learn and it never makes mistakes. So true. So true. I wrote it above my door so I can read it every day and remember I am on a spiritual journey. I am learning life lessons every day; lessons I need to learn. -“Get over it cry baby!” Something my boss at USD used to say all the time. I don’t think I’ll ever get over being homesick, so I might as well get over it already! Be homesick when I am, and when I’m not, be thankful. -I will find clarity as long as I remain open to receive. -I love writing letters and getting mail. Email has nothing on stationary, envelopes and nice writing pens! -I’m not a slow reader after all! I always thought I was a slow reader. But I think it’s really that I never devoted a large chunk of time to reading. A few Saturdays ago I read an entire book in one day. It was glorious—first of all because the book was that good I devoured it, page by page; and secondly, because I read the whole day! Pure decadence! -I love writing my blog! I love writing! And I think I’m pretty good at it; not perfect writing but its honest writing. I’m considering writing a book about my experiences when I return to the states, and I think some people might actually read it. -I thoroughly enjoy leading my exercise group. It’s sparked my interest in fitness. I’ve thought, very seriously, about getting my teacher certification in hatha yoga for some time now. I think this exercise group experience cements the notion. And it ties really well into my passion for total body wellness and healing. -I’m contemplating medical school again. Do I have it in me? Is it a true passion or a momentary fancy? -I like making popcorn in a sauce pan on the stove. I think it’s the best tasting popcorn I’ve ever eaten. Melt a little butter, add some salt. Yummy! -There is nothing like a bathtub for soaking. Water is a form of therapy, and one I’m dearly missing…the hot water, my body fully submerged, adding essentials oils, salts or herbs, soaking for an hour, adding more hot water when it begins to cool….fantastic! A luxury I plan to indulge when I return to the states. -Going to the movie theater is another luxury I will not give up when I get back to America. I’m fond of getting lost in the characters, the story line, and the buttered popcorn. -I am, possibly, addicted to popcorn. A thought, maybe way outta left field, yet something I need to sit with, to contemplate…perhaps with a bowl of popcorn, drizzled with melted butter and a bit of salt. This is sounding vaguely familiar….(hee hee. I’m –mostly- kidding). -I’m beginning to see the brilliance and genius of insulation. My regards to the inventor of insulation in houses. I applaud you! I wish they used insulation here. -I’m fond of season changes. I like seeing a distinct change from one season to the next. I’m still not crazy about mounds and mounds of snow, but I do enjoy the white stuff from December to February and sometimes in March if it gets you a day off from work or school. -I’m enthralled with the news. I can’t seem to get enough. Local. National. International. Finance. Business. Sports. Entertainment. It’s all good, and worth a listen. You just never know what you might learn. -I’m addicted to crossword puzzles. My brother-in-law let me download a crossword game he had before I left. It has over 900 crossword puzzles. Hollar! I’ve been doing one almost every night during integration. I’m currently on number 41. Thanks Andy! -I might be half introvert, half extravert. I always thought I was completely, 100% introvert. But I’m finding myself on the fence between the two. It’s possible that being here has caused me to crave interaction with other volunteers because I can’t seem to get enough time with other Americans. Being lonely here is very different than being lonely in America. And being alone holds a different context here, as well.
Okay…not every realization is profound. I don’t think a revelation has to be deep in order for it to resonant within. I’m guessing there will be more revelations as time passes, and I welcome them. I want to understand what I am made of, to know who I am, and why I am here. What is my purpose?
November 11, 2008- It really is a small world: I weighed a child today wearing an American t-shirt…from my alma mater! Yep! This 2 year old was wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt from South Dakota. It read:SOUTH DAKOTA69FootballAthletix Apparel I can only assume the company who printed the shirts made a mistake with a batch, spelling athletics with an ‘x.’ Many rejected, outdated or flawed apparel makes its way to Africa, either as resale items at discount shops or free through charity organizations. I had to look twice while weighing him, just to make sure I read it correctly. I thought at first it read South Africa; that my eyes were playing a trick on me because I just wanted to see the name South Dakota. But it really did say South Dakota, and it made me smile. I wish I had my camera to take a picture of his shirt. But considering he seemed terrified being weighed by a white girl, a picture might have been pushing my luck.
I made a home visit with a nurse and ward from the clinic. We visited a relative of the ward’s husband’s family. An elderly gogo is taking care of a woman, a year younger than me, who suffers from complications of epilepsy. The woman has refused taking her epilepsy medication for years; she has frequent episodes and each one makes her muscles more rigid. We found her with several pressure sores, lying on several urine-soaked grass mats and blankets, and covered with flies. She was not able to un-bend her legs or arms. According to Gogo there is no one on the homestead willing to help her care for this woman. The woman was alert, speaking when spoken to and following us with her eyes. She just needs basic hygiene care. Gogo is tired, but also doesn’t know how to implement basic healthcare measures. I helped the nurse reposition her on a clean grass mat, fitted her w/ an adult diaper, and draped a clean blanket over her. The nurse cleaned her pressure sores with chlorine water but we didn’t come prepared enough to dress the wounds or give her much needed oral care. Her seven year old son came home from school while we were there. He seemed completely un-phased by her condition. For him, that was normal. The nurse devised an action plan, to include putting together a basic medical kit for the family to use, as well as planning weekly visits to check the woman’s sores and to ensure she’s receiving basic hygiene. The nurses at the clinic would eventually like to set aside one day a week for home visits, taking turns each week. They would like me to accompany the nurse on that day to provide basic hygiene care and instruction to families. I have agreed to help once the head nurse is able to organize a home visit day. In order to do this, the clinic would need more staff. I also believe those who do home visits should wear scrubs, changing out of them once they return to the clinic, and immediately washing them at the clinic. I’m trying to think of ways to procure scrubs. I asked the clinic staff why Rural Health Motivators (RHM’s) weren’t visiting bed-ridden people. I was told most RHM’s in this area are not motivated, claiming they are given little supplies or money to do their job effectively.
November 14, 2008- Susie Homemaker:
Fill my basins with river water.One for washing. One for rinsing.Wash clothes by hand with green bar soap.Rinse and repeat.Two hours pass.I think about my mom.Channel my grandmothers’ spirits.Hang clothes to dry.Two hours pass.Collect dry clothes.Iron because it kills bug eggs.Inside out, both sides.Right side out, both sides.Three hours pass.I think about my mom.Channel my grandmothers’ spirits.Considering time taken.Understanding care for family.Contemplating their lives, their choices.Hard working hands.Enduring spirits.Strong women.I follow their example.
November 22, 2008- IST aka Integration is OVER!: Highlights from the week-long workshop in Manzini we attended to discuss problems, concerns and ideas we gathered during integration… -A day and ½ with the doctors from Baylor Institute. They have a clinic in Mbabane, specializing in Pediatric HIV/AIDS. They also visit outreach clinics. One clinic happens to be in Nhlangano, and a doctor visits every Tuesday. They invited me to help them after I expressed interest in bringing clients I identify in my community who might need their expertise. YAH! I am going to learn so much. These doctors are the leaders in the world on pediatric HIV and AIDS prevention, care, education and research. I’m very excited! -A group called Swazi Market teaches bomake groups, community based organizations and youth incoming generating groups to make Swazi handicrafts. Then they buy the crafts directly from crafters, shouldering the selling legwork. The group sells in Swaziland, various places in southern Africa, and to fair trade organizations. They also started sending crafters to the International Folk Art Market held every 2 years in Sante Fe, NM; this event was started by a returned Peace Corps volunteer several years ago. Anne and I went a few summers ago. Amazing! And worth the time. -Simon and Chad (2 PC staff) were impressed with my report, especially the part about my home-based visit. They asked permission to share it with NERCHA. WHOA! -Entrepreneurial NGO’s who target out-of-school youth; they’re interesting in helping train promising youth to start businesses in their community. -Showering every day -Toilets you can flush that aren’t outside -Three meals a day that I didn’t have to cook or clean up after. -Tea and biscuit breaks morning and afternoon -A haircut! My friend Jaclyn is brilliant- never trained as a hairdresser but her sister cuts hair so she gets the concept. I thought I was going to grow my hair out, let it go because I’m in Africa. But it’s hard to wash long, thick hair in a bucket; plus it take a lot more water. So instead of a trim, which I was originally wanting, I got a SHORT cut. Imagine Audrey Tutou’s (sp?) hair in Amelie…that’s what I have. It’s so cute. So much cooler. Much easier to wash and care for. I LOVE IT! Jaclyn was nervous; she’d never done a cut like that. I decided that even if it turned out terribly, it would still be easier to care for than the madness that was my long hair (it was past my shoulders, long enough to put in a ponytail).
November 26, 2008- Learning to bake an apple pie: Today I taught my exercise club to make pie crust and apple pie. The only pies made here are meat pies. A fast food place called King Pie sells pastries filled with ham and cheese, spinach and feta, chicken and veggies, beef curry, or stew. They were surprised to know Americans ate pies without meat. I started listing all the pies I knew to make: apple, pumpkin, cherry, strawberry rhubarb, sour cream raisin, coconut cream, peach, blueberry, mixed berry. As the list grew, so did their eyes. Amazed cannot describe their expressions. I made crust and one pie as they watched intently, asking many questions along the way. There was enough for another pie, so Phindile tried her hand at a second once I put the first pie in the oven. Despite my trouble converting ml to cups and calculating temperature difference, the pies turned out perfectly. And more importantly, they tasted fantastically! I was as excited as they were to eat it; it’s been a while since I’ve baked a pie or tasted the sweetness of creating something from scratch! We ate our slices with coffee and talked about other things they want to learn to bake. I think the next item on the list is pancakes. They both ordered me to rewrite the apple pie recipe for them. I also shared a little cinnamon and nutmeg with Nomy. She was planning to make a pie the next day for her uncle. Cute!
November 27, 2008- Thanksgiving…Swazi style and the wonders of transport: The Jackson’s invited the Shiselweni Region volunteers to their homestead for Thanksgiving. I left my hut at 9 am to catch my bus to town. I waited for the 11:30 bus with Justine; it would take us to Beth’s site where we’d meet up with Jaclyn. Justine and I were propositioned on the bus by a very drunk man. He first asked us for money to buy fertilizer so he could plant. We told him he should have used the money he spent on booze—which he was drinking on the bus—to buy fertilizer. Then he said, “Okay, that was phase one; now for phase two.” Phase two involved offering to marry one of us; he enticed us with promises of a large house and swimming pool to entertain ourselves when he was gone. Justine said, “Only if that house is in America.” I said, “Only if you’re always gone.” We got a laugh from bomake in the seats behind us. Once he heard the laughter, he quit. I was sorta curious what phase 3 might be, but thankful he stopped harassing us. We arrived at Beth’s site around 2:45 pm. We were both hot, sweaty and covered in red dirt. After getting off that bus, I don’t know why I put a dress on or fixed my hair. Jaclyn arrived around 3 pm, and we began our walk to the Jackson’s. They said it would only take about 45 minutes. Beth laughed, saying it was more like an hour and 45 minutes. Oh joy! Two hours later, we arrived at the Jackson’s homestead even more sweaty and dirty than the bus ride. It was all well worth it. Jay had killed 2 turkeys the day before and they were roasting nicely. Hilary attempted dressing for the first time, and it was pretty good. We also had mashed sweet potatoes, green beans, cooked spinach, zucchini casserole, corn casserole, black eyed peas—my first time for this; the Jackson’s are from Texas and it’s a traditional side dish for holiday meals—sour cream cake, apple pie and carrot cake. We made enough to share with their host family, which pleased them thoroughly. We were all full by the end of the night. And completely satisfied. I ate some traditional foods and some new dishes. I enjoyed company of new friends and family. I sat on a grass mat under the stars eating my Thanksgiving dinner, thinking about how bizarre it was to be eating Thanksgiving dinner on a grass mat outside (smile). I missed watching the Macy Day parade. I missed cold weather. I missed pumpkin pie. But we each talked about how we would spend Thanksgiving back home; we enjoyed some wine; Jay played guitar; and both Hilary and Jay sang. It was different. But it was good.
December 1, 2008- World AIDS Day: The Shiselweni Region hosted this year’s World AIDS Day. Along with Shiselweni’s regional NERCHA director, 8 PC volunteers and about 75 community members walked 14K from Mahamba to Nhlangano led by a marching band as a way to promote HIV/AIDS awareness. We marched through town to King Sobhuza Memorial Stadium. There were speakers from NERCHA, Ministry of Health, Drs without Borders and Ministry of Education. Several youth drama groups and choral groups performed. Ten VCT’s (Voluntary Counseling and Testing) tents were set up for people to test. I burnt my nose to the point of blistering and peeling, as well as my arms and calves. But it was a successful event. And since I might have more to do with the planning of next year’s event, it was a good learning experience as well.
December 2, 2008- Shadowing a Baylor Doctor: I’ve decided I’m going to shadow every Tuesday to begin. I want to learn their process. I also want to be able to recognize warning signs of HIV and TB, important for spotting HIV or TB signs in children at my clinic. The doctor there currently is going back to the states on December 12th, so I only have one more day to observe him. But I’ve already learned a lot. I’m not sure when Baylor will send another doctor to cover him, but Richard said they would. He also gave me some good things to think about regarding my future. I mentioned my background in massage therapy and passion for alternative medicine, and that perhaps I’d go back to school when I finish my service. He said there were great medical schools in northern California that specialize in combining western medicine with CAM (complementary and alternative medicine). He thinks I should consider homeopathic medicine. Wow! I’m sure you can imagine the high I was on.
I will be grateful to anyone willing to do some research for me regarding schools in northern Cali (or any place for that matter) specializing in CAM, homeopathic medicine, nutrition/herbals and/or osteopathy. The internet here is too slow to properly peruse sites. I will reward you with a Swazi gift! Thanks in advance.
December 3, 2008- Is it really December?: I’m having a hard time believing it’s December. It’s so hot here. December and January are the hottest months; very unlike back home. I just realized it was December today, and that Christmas was near. I asked bosisi how they celebrate Christmas, as we were sitting outside playing UNO—their new favorite game. (Thanks Anne!) Are there presents? Is there a Santa Claus? No and no. How do they celebrate? They don’t. I asked Zandele if she knew how to make cookies. No. Would she like to learn? Yes. I told her and Philiswa that for Christmas in America, we make Christmas cookies, and since I was missing my family I was going to make cookies. Would they like to learn to make cookies? Yes. Were they free on Saturday? Yes. So, I’m going to teach bosisi to make sugar cookies. I also want to make treats for the staff at the clinic; perhaps scones and fudge. I want to do something that resembles something Christmassy. Some shops in town have Christmas decorations. I might buy a string of garland to decorate my hut. It’s just so weird to imagine Christmas approaching. It’s HOT here; not cold. That’s the biggest deterrent to wrapping my head around the holidays approaching. That and I’m still living in surreal world. My days are more even. Thank God for that. And even though I’ve forgotten why I decided to come, I’m here now. I must decide what I’m going to do here, and I’m beginning to figure it out. Occasionally, I do stop mid-step or pace my hut, thinking, “OMG. I’m in Africa. What the hell am I doing in Africa? I really thought this was a good idea?” It is fleeting, though; I look over my shoulder or out my window and I exhale at the sight I behold. This is Africa! Oh my God! I’m in Africa! Surreal…yes! Good…yes! Scary…hell yah! Unfamiliar…yes. Comforting….sometimes. Invaluable…more than I’ll ever imagine. Side note: We made sugar cookies on Saturday. They were a hit. I played Christmas music and talked about how my family prepares for Christmas; less impressed. But they liked the cookies!
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