Well, they survived my surprise weekend. It definitely wasn't what they were expecting, but they made it through...
This Friday I took my parents on a surprise weekend adventure which they had a bit of an idea about, but never knew the specifics. I took them to Khayeltisha (the township where I work) to a nice shack B&B for the night. There is this incredible woman in the community named Vikky who has renovated her shack for guests to come in and experience life in the township. Let's just say it was a weekend they will never forget. We arrived late afternoon to find 2 Christian American girls staying the night there--one of them works for Young Life! We all became fast friends and then walked around the neigborhood a bit, drank some traditional shack-brewed Africa beer(see my post on Langa for details) and then had dinner with Vikky and her family. There were tons of kids around so most of the rest of the evening was spent playing hand games, tickling, playing with hair, and talking to Vikky about Apartheid and her whole story of the B&B.
They next day I arranged for my friend Thabo to come and pick us up for a larger in depth tour of 2 townships. He did a fantastic job of showing my parents around (he grew up in Langa and now lives in Khayelitsha). The parents did pretty well until we went to a traditional healer--Thabo and I both agreed that that might have been a bit much. I guess all the animal skins and bones hanging on the walls with the dried herbs and one random string of condoms might have been too much culture shock for our little adventure so we finished the touring part there.
We then headed to yet another township called Guguletu (goo-goo-LAY-too) to an huge outdoor Braai (BBQ) place called Mzoli's. We were met by most of my housemates and friends for a huge braai to hang out talk and just be in the township community. There were close to 200 other Africans at this place and it wasn't even that busy! (We were there on a Saturday and Sundays are the crazy day) Anyways, they made it through my township extravaganza and I think they learned a lot (which was a huge part of why I had them come). They saw that the township wasn't just a place of extreme poverty, but a place of intense community where people live and just do life. They are the same as you and I only in worse conditions. Just people doing community with what they have.
All in all it was a successful weekend. To get the real first-hand emotions, I will tell you to ask them about their trip. They are the ones who were out of their comfort zone all weekend so they have way more stories about how they are feeling! Happy Monday!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
They're Here!
This post is a bit tardy, but the parents arrived safely on Monday afternoon! They will be here hanging out with me until next weekend---that's 2 whole weeks, folks! It's so good to have them here and just sit and talk with them, I guess I kind of like them :) Anyways, I'm off to class before suprising my parents with a weekend adventure. Have a fantastic weekend!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Service Work
Wow, I just logged in today to see that I haven't posted in quite a while. Sorry about that guys! I know you always are waiting with baited breath for my next post....well, maybe not really, but it's a nice thought anyways.....
I've recently been just going about life as usual in Africa. Ya know, going to class, going to Khayeltisha, waiting to do laundry until it's sunny because we don't have a dryer, hitchiking home from the American Consulate, sending roommates on scavenger hunts all over Cape Town for their birthdays, spending too much money at Cocoa Wah Wah and spending afternoons at the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens or the beach. Life's rough, huh? :) I have so many little stories here and there and I guess I should post about them so that I actually have record of them happening, but I just haven't taken the time. Part of that is because I'm being stingy with my internet. You see, here in Africa everyone pays for internet by the megabite. Now I don't know a lot about computers, but I do know that websites like Facebook, YouTube and any other site with large graphics takes up a ton of megabites. Hence, I haven't gotten on my internet recently at my house to post. Ok, enough of excuses.....
Now that I've gotten my rambling out of the way, I thought I would let you guys know about my service work. I've talked to several of you via email, phone, facebook, skype, etc so I guess I just assumed that I had posted about. ANYWAYS......I'm taking 2 classes at UCT which means I'm done by 11am with school. Then, a bus comes to pick me and housemate, Marianne up and takes us to Khayeltisha, one of the largest townships in Cape Town. There are just over 4 million people in Cape Town and 1.2 million of them live in Khayelitsha (kai-a-leet-sha). Anyways, on Mondays and Wednesdays from 1-2.30pm we teach a beginners class in information technology. There is a wide range of abilities of the women in the class anywhere from never using a computer before to barely knowing how to open Microsoft Word. We spend a lot of time in that class with double clicking and clicking and dragging, both very hard concepts for someone who is never around computers before. We started with about 15 women in that class, but our numbers have slowly dwindled down to about 6 regulars. It's kind of hard because most of the women walk to class and the last two classes it has been pouring down rain. The time before that, the power was out at the center (also something that happens randomly and there's no way to get it back on). So, hopefully the weather will be nice and more women will want to come back.
Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays we teach our advanced class. I LOVE our advanced class!!! Some of the women were in a previous IT class so they kind of know the basics of what's going on the computer. But these women have such a passion and determination to make a difference and break out of the cycle of poverty. One woman wants to start her own catering business and so we spent a week on Excel and the importance of budgeting. Another woman wants to get a job as a secretary and so we work with her to improve her typing every week. This class is required to do a powerpoint presentation for the rest of the class at the end of the term which they are terrified of, but it will be so good for them. They really try to learn the concepts and the skills because they realize how much it can help them.
Working in Khayelitsha has really opened my eyes to how much everyone her in South Africa can help to end such horrible poverty. White South Africans DONT go into the townships, the only white people you see in Khayelitsha (if you see any white people) are ususally foreigners who are volunteering. But I take an hour and a half out of my day every day to teach women how to use computers. I don't really know that much about computers, but it's more than they have ever learned and so I can help to teach them the basics. This gives them the confidence to go out and look for a job and the skills to be qualified for a job. IT skills open up a whole new realm of possiblilities for jobs for these women and then they can set an example in their community of how they took an initiative to make a difference. I know I'm not saving the world over here, but if one woman gets a job because of this class, then my time here was worth it. It just blows my mind that giving just a little bit of my time and knowledge can literally make a world of difference to these women. If someone gets a steady job, then they don't have to worry about if their kids can eat at night or if they are able to go to school. I know this sounds pretty cliche, but I see poverty every single day. They need inspiriation and encouragement and a few skills to make it in the world. If everyone here just took a little bit out of their day to teach or empower these people, think about what a different place we would live in.....
I've recently been just going about life as usual in Africa. Ya know, going to class, going to Khayeltisha, waiting to do laundry until it's sunny because we don't have a dryer, hitchiking home from the American Consulate, sending roommates on scavenger hunts all over Cape Town for their birthdays, spending too much money at Cocoa Wah Wah and spending afternoons at the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens or the beach. Life's rough, huh? :) I have so many little stories here and there and I guess I should post about them so that I actually have record of them happening, but I just haven't taken the time. Part of that is because I'm being stingy with my internet. You see, here in Africa everyone pays for internet by the megabite. Now I don't know a lot about computers, but I do know that websites like Facebook, YouTube and any other site with large graphics takes up a ton of megabites. Hence, I haven't gotten on my internet recently at my house to post. Ok, enough of excuses.....
Now that I've gotten my rambling out of the way, I thought I would let you guys know about my service work. I've talked to several of you via email, phone, facebook, skype, etc so I guess I just assumed that I had posted about. ANYWAYS......I'm taking 2 classes at UCT which means I'm done by 11am with school. Then, a bus comes to pick me and housemate, Marianne up and takes us to Khayeltisha, one of the largest townships in Cape Town. There are just over 4 million people in Cape Town and 1.2 million of them live in Khayelitsha (kai-a-leet-sha). Anyways, on Mondays and Wednesdays from 1-2.30pm we teach a beginners class in information technology. There is a wide range of abilities of the women in the class anywhere from never using a computer before to barely knowing how to open Microsoft Word. We spend a lot of time in that class with double clicking and clicking and dragging, both very hard concepts for someone who is never around computers before. We started with about 15 women in that class, but our numbers have slowly dwindled down to about 6 regulars. It's kind of hard because most of the women walk to class and the last two classes it has been pouring down rain. The time before that, the power was out at the center (also something that happens randomly and there's no way to get it back on). So, hopefully the weather will be nice and more women will want to come back.
Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays we teach our advanced class. I LOVE our advanced class!!! Some of the women were in a previous IT class so they kind of know the basics of what's going on the computer. But these women have such a passion and determination to make a difference and break out of the cycle of poverty. One woman wants to start her own catering business and so we spent a week on Excel and the importance of budgeting. Another woman wants to get a job as a secretary and so we work with her to improve her typing every week. This class is required to do a powerpoint presentation for the rest of the class at the end of the term which they are terrified of, but it will be so good for them. They really try to learn the concepts and the skills because they realize how much it can help them.
Working in Khayelitsha has really opened my eyes to how much everyone her in South Africa can help to end such horrible poverty. White South Africans DONT go into the townships, the only white people you see in Khayelitsha (if you see any white people) are ususally foreigners who are volunteering. But I take an hour and a half out of my day every day to teach women how to use computers. I don't really know that much about computers, but it's more than they have ever learned and so I can help to teach them the basics. This gives them the confidence to go out and look for a job and the skills to be qualified for a job. IT skills open up a whole new realm of possiblilities for jobs for these women and then they can set an example in their community of how they took an initiative to make a difference. I know I'm not saving the world over here, but if one woman gets a job because of this class, then my time here was worth it. It just blows my mind that giving just a little bit of my time and knowledge can literally make a world of difference to these women. If someone gets a steady job, then they don't have to worry about if their kids can eat at night or if they are able to go to school. I know this sounds pretty cliche, but I see poverty every single day. They need inspiriation and encouragement and a few skills to make it in the world. If everyone here just took a little bit out of their day to teach or empower these people, think about what a different place we would live in.....
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The Blessings of Globalization
As I sit here tonight drinking my South African Rooibos tea and eating "The Original Tennis Biscuits" I am thankful. Thankful of so much in general--life, travel, my house, warm clothes (yes, it's still cold here), but more specifically I am thankful for the community which I am a part of here. Tonight I went to bible study just as any Tuesday night, but for the first time since I've been here, I felt like I was a valuable member of that group. I walked in the door to loads of hugs and "Lindsay!" exclamations which was so encouraging. I was absent last week because of my trip to JoBurg and everyone was asking how it was and saying that they missed me last week. It was so exciting to realize that I have moved from just the international student that showed up a couple times to a friend and companion of this group of amazing Africans. Just last Saturday I went to the beach with one of the girls and we spent the afternoon talking and laughing the afternoon away! It has been an absolute answer to prayer!
There were also 2 new people that showed up to bible study--a girl from Germany and a guy from Holland. So that puts white students at a total of 3 in the study :) I love foreign cultures!!! Getting to talk with them was great and they really had a lot to add to the conversation and new perspectives on life. The guy actually spoke not only English and Dutch, but Swahili and Xhosa too!! So here I was in South Africa, an American girl talking in Xhosa to a guy from Holland while Ngami next to me is telling me to stop in Swahili! What a global living room that was!!
Anyways, I was just super excited about the new friends that I have made here and the fact that we are more than just bible study aquaintances now. We have plans to go to the theatre next week and a coffee shop later! Well, my tea is almost gone now and I've eating 5 too many tennis biscuits so I should probably go. Hope everyone back home is having a fantastic day!
There were also 2 new people that showed up to bible study--a girl from Germany and a guy from Holland. So that puts white students at a total of 3 in the study :) I love foreign cultures!!! Getting to talk with them was great and they really had a lot to add to the conversation and new perspectives on life. The guy actually spoke not only English and Dutch, but Swahili and Xhosa too!! So here I was in South Africa, an American girl talking in Xhosa to a guy from Holland while Ngami next to me is telling me to stop in Swahili! What a global living room that was!!
Anyways, I was just super excited about the new friends that I have made here and the fact that we are more than just bible study aquaintances now. We have plans to go to the theatre next week and a coffee shop later! Well, my tea is almost gone now and I've eating 5 too many tennis biscuits so I should probably go. Hope everyone back home is having a fantastic day!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Spring Break! (Part 2)
I guess I should finish the story I started earlier. I know you all are waiting with baited breath.....ok, so maybe not, but I'll finish it nevertheless.
Remember that we had just arrived in this old apartment complex to find that the gallery had only 4 paintings on the wall. Everything in this place was dirty and run down, but the man who welcomed us in was very talkative and we began to chat. He told us that his name was Peter Sibeko and he was from Soweto himself. He then told us about how he grew up and his artistic beginnings at age 11. After that, he told us in great detail about the 4 paintings on the wall and then just when we thought that was all, he took us over to the corner to a large filing cabinet with about 7 drawers. As he pulled out drawer after drawer, he took out all sorts of original artwork from artists all over Soweto as well as himself. He told us about those artists and their lives, struggles, successes and art as well as the paintings and what they meant. He must have gone through 50 pieces with us and there were still hundreds more to look at! It was so incredible that we spent at least an hour there completely captivated by this man's stories. Here was this man who lived in a tiny little dirty apartment who didn't have enough space to display his art and he opened up his place to us and was willing to share so much! It was incredible!!
I found 2 pieces that I really really liked, but did not have the cash to pay for them at the time so we thanked him for his time and said that we would call him later. I went home and thought about the pieces for a while and through the help of my mom (thanks mom!) I was able to go back on Monday and purchase the both pieces! I bought my first 2 pieces of original artwork in a sketchy apartment complex in down town Johannesburg from an incredible man! It was so great!
I will definately post pictures and write more later, but for now some African friends are coming over to the house to make s'mores! They didn't even know what s'mores were! It was kind of difficult getting the ingredients because they don't sell graham crackers here and the marshmellows are ALL flavored. They're pretty nasty if you ask me, but we'll do our best! Enjoy your Saturday!
Remember that we had just arrived in this old apartment complex to find that the gallery had only 4 paintings on the wall. Everything in this place was dirty and run down, but the man who welcomed us in was very talkative and we began to chat. He told us that his name was Peter Sibeko and he was from Soweto himself. He then told us about how he grew up and his artistic beginnings at age 11. After that, he told us in great detail about the 4 paintings on the wall and then just when we thought that was all, he took us over to the corner to a large filing cabinet with about 7 drawers. As he pulled out drawer after drawer, he took out all sorts of original artwork from artists all over Soweto as well as himself. He told us about those artists and their lives, struggles, successes and art as well as the paintings and what they meant. He must have gone through 50 pieces with us and there were still hundreds more to look at! It was so incredible that we spent at least an hour there completely captivated by this man's stories. Here was this man who lived in a tiny little dirty apartment who didn't have enough space to display his art and he opened up his place to us and was willing to share so much! It was incredible!!
I found 2 pieces that I really really liked, but did not have the cash to pay for them at the time so we thanked him for his time and said that we would call him later. I went home and thought about the pieces for a while and through the help of my mom (thanks mom!) I was able to go back on Monday and purchase the both pieces! I bought my first 2 pieces of original artwork in a sketchy apartment complex in down town Johannesburg from an incredible man! It was so great!
I will definately post pictures and write more later, but for now some African friends are coming over to the house to make s'mores! They didn't even know what s'mores were! It was kind of difficult getting the ingredients because they don't sell graham crackers here and the marshmellows are ALL flavored. They're pretty nasty if you ask me, but we'll do our best! Enjoy your Saturday!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Urgent Prayer
Some of you may have heard on the news that there was an American student from Georgetown University who passed away Monday in South Africa. To fill you all in, Terrance Davis was studying abroad with CIEE (my organization) when a freak wave came up on to the rocks he was sitting on and washed him out to sea. He was with 4 other people some of who were washed out as well, but Terrance couldn’t swim. They have yet to find his body. While I wasn’t close with Terrance, I knew him and we would greet each other every time we saw each other. He volunteered twice a week and picked up the bus right outside my house and I shared a cab home with him just a few weeks ago. He always had a smile on his face and was so full of joy for life. Everyone here is still in shock at his passing and I don’t think it has quite sunk in that he is gone. If you could keep his family and everyone here in Cape Town in your prayers it would be greatly appreciated. It was a completely freak accident as the day was sunny and calm and the wave came out of nowhere.
It’s weird because you read about these things happening, but you never think that they will happen to someone you know. It is yet another reminder that we do not know the number of days we have left on this earth. Kind of puts things in perspective doesn’t it? Please keep us in your prayers. It’s a hard time for everyone. Hope all is safe and well with you guys in the States.
P.S.- I promise I will finish my story from the previous post soon, but it does not seem appropriate now.
It’s weird because you read about these things happening, but you never think that they will happen to someone you know. It is yet another reminder that we do not know the number of days we have left on this earth. Kind of puts things in perspective doesn’t it? Please keep us in your prayers. It’s a hard time for everyone. Hope all is safe and well with you guys in the States.
P.S.- I promise I will finish my story from the previous post soon, but it does not seem appropriate now.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Spring Break! (Part 1)
This spring break kicked off early Friday morning when Liz and I headed out at 6.45am to catch our flight to Johannesburg (aka- JoBurg). We had a rough itinerary planned, but by the time we arrived, we changed it multiple times. On Friday we checked into our hostel and caught a cab out to Constitution Hill. This used to be a prison where many political prisoners were held and tortured during the apartheid regime but now is the home of a major courtroom in South Africa. It was very interesting to see a place where so much injustice was carried out now is a place where justice is sought out everyday.
Saturday was the real adventure…..We started off the day at the Carlton Center which has a view of the city from the 50th floor. Got some pics there and then headed out to the Soweto Art Gallery. We walked for about 15 minutes to the intersection where it was supposed to be, but couldn’t find it. So, we just kind of wandered around the area looking for a sign or something to tell us where it was. Now, you have to realize that there are certain parts of JoBurg that aren’t exactly what you would call “nice” in the States. After searching for about 10 more minutes, Liz and I realized that we hadn’t seen another white person in a while and most of the people around us were men….Good thing Liz and I both realized this because we started walking very quickly back to the intersection. For the first time in my life, I experienced what it was like to be a part of the minority. My area of town in Cape Town is very diverse and mixed because of the university so this was completely different. Anyways, we finally found a sign for the art gallery which said it was on the 2nd floor of this building. Well, this building was more like an old shady apartment complex with cracked stairs and places where there used to be windows, but were no longer. We went to the second floor (which was actually the third, but that’s beside the point) and wandered up and down the hallway without finding anything. Then there was this room with bars over the door and a little tiny sign that read “Soweto Art Gallery.” We looked thru the bars a bit before a guy came out and let us into a little room with a computer and desk attached to another small room with 4 paintings on the wall. That was it….4 paintings….We had wandered around for half an hour to see 4 paintings….little did we know what was in store for us….
(to be continued…..)
Saturday was the real adventure…..We started off the day at the Carlton Center which has a view of the city from the 50th floor. Got some pics there and then headed out to the Soweto Art Gallery. We walked for about 15 minutes to the intersection where it was supposed to be, but couldn’t find it. So, we just kind of wandered around the area looking for a sign or something to tell us where it was. Now, you have to realize that there are certain parts of JoBurg that aren’t exactly what you would call “nice” in the States. After searching for about 10 more minutes, Liz and I realized that we hadn’t seen another white person in a while and most of the people around us were men….Good thing Liz and I both realized this because we started walking very quickly back to the intersection. For the first time in my life, I experienced what it was like to be a part of the minority. My area of town in Cape Town is very diverse and mixed because of the university so this was completely different. Anyways, we finally found a sign for the art gallery which said it was on the 2nd floor of this building. Well, this building was more like an old shady apartment complex with cracked stairs and places where there used to be windows, but were no longer. We went to the second floor (which was actually the third, but that’s beside the point) and wandered up and down the hallway without finding anything. Then there was this room with bars over the door and a little tiny sign that read “Soweto Art Gallery.” We looked thru the bars a bit before a guy came out and let us into a little room with a computer and desk attached to another small room with 4 paintings on the wall. That was it….4 paintings….We had wandered around for half an hour to see 4 paintings….little did we know what was in store for us….
(to be continued…..)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
A Few Pics From the Weekend
Here's a few pictures from the weekend for you all to enjoy....
I'm headed out to Johannesburg tomorrow until Wednesday for Spring Break (yes, it is spring here) so I won't have internet. I'll let you know how the trip goes when I get back! Hope you all are enjoying your back to school season! Love!
My host family!
Typical scene from the weekend-- They love "white girl" hair!!
The kitchen
Yay Langa!!
I'm headed out to Johannesburg tomorrow until Wednesday for Spring Break (yes, it is spring here) so I won't have internet. I'll let you know how the trip goes when I get back! Hope you all are enjoying your back to school season! Love!
My host family!
Typical scene from the weekend-- They love "white girl" hair!!
The kitchen
Yay Langa!!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Weekend Awkward Turned Weekend Awesome
So, this weekend was our homestay weekend where we paired up with another member of our house and lived in a township called Langa. Yes, I did say township---I stayed 2 nights and 3 days in a township this weekend! Now, many of you may be wondering, was it safe? Was it sad? Was it hard? Was it good? Did it change my perspective on life? And the answer to all of those is yes, but I’m kind of fudging a bit with the first question—nothing in life is ever completely safe. Anyways, I was paired with Liz who was my roommate during orientation and who I am traveling with for spring break.
We arrived at the township for dinner on Friday night and it was completely awkward in ever sense of the word. They were black, we were white. They were living in very poor condition, we were not. They were from South Africa, we were not. So many differences and we didn’t exactly know how to act which made a very weird evening. They had cooked us a nice dinner which began with tripe and some other kind of nasty thing. Tripe is sheep intestine and the other stuff didn’t look much better than that. It was boiled in a sauce that smelled like something I shouldn’t mention. All of us thought that it was the main course so we tried to stomach as much as we could, but it was so gross! We were then to realize that it was only the appetizer! The main course was much nicer and more edible than round one. J
There are so many stories from the weekend that I could tell you right now, but you might get bored with all of them so I’ll just let you in on a few. First of all, we went to church both Saturday and Sunday with the family which was great. Such a different experience than home, but it was so great to see and hear other believers praising the same God. There was a lot of singing and the pastor even had us introduce ourselves to the whole congregation because obviously we weren’t from around there and everyone was so welcoming!
We also went to a house-warming type party on Saturday to tell the ancestors that the family had moved to a new house and to ask them to protect them in their new location. It was quite the ordeal and once again, we had to eat the tripe. Sick! That night we went around to a couple different taverns in Langa for a well-rounded night life experience in the township. Not something I would probably ever do again, but it was definitely an experience! Because we were Americans, we went home pretty early otherwise it wouldn’t be safe, but we had our own little get-together back at the house which was so much fun! The family that I stayed with was a young mom (31) with 3 kids—2 girls, 12 and 10 and a boy who was 5. The little boy was going strong all night and danced his little legs off! Of course, he quicly became my best friend for the weekend even though I still can’t pronounce his name correctly.
Ok random funny story- Liz can’t handle spicy food and the sausages that we ate for lunch today had a little spice in them. Not too much, but liz really can’t handle much. Anyways, she really couldn’t finish hers so when our “mom” for the weekend got up to get something in the kitchen I took one and shoved it in my mouth. She came back and asked me a question about something and I obviously couldn’t answer. My cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk who has too many nuts in his mouth. Then we all just started laughing and tried not to choke on all that sausage.
All in all it was a good weekend. It started off pretty awkward, but by the end we didn’t want to leave. It was hard to see the families living in such a small place with rotting countertops and no seat on the toilet and hardly any running water, but at the same time, their sense of community was something we all should strive for. They were all so willing to do anything and everything for their family members and neighbors. As we left, the kids ran after the bus and everyone was waving and yelling "Sobonana!" which means "See you later!" in Xhosa! The sun was setting behind the house and we were all a little teary-eyed as they slowly got smaller and smaller in the distance. Wow, that was kind of sappy, but it was how we were feeling! Tomorrow I will put up pictures from the weekend, but for now I’m going to get some sleep! Good night all!
We arrived at the township for dinner on Friday night and it was completely awkward in ever sense of the word. They were black, we were white. They were living in very poor condition, we were not. They were from South Africa, we were not. So many differences and we didn’t exactly know how to act which made a very weird evening. They had cooked us a nice dinner which began with tripe and some other kind of nasty thing. Tripe is sheep intestine and the other stuff didn’t look much better than that. It was boiled in a sauce that smelled like something I shouldn’t mention. All of us thought that it was the main course so we tried to stomach as much as we could, but it was so gross! We were then to realize that it was only the appetizer! The main course was much nicer and more edible than round one. J
There are so many stories from the weekend that I could tell you right now, but you might get bored with all of them so I’ll just let you in on a few. First of all, we went to church both Saturday and Sunday with the family which was great. Such a different experience than home, but it was so great to see and hear other believers praising the same God. There was a lot of singing and the pastor even had us introduce ourselves to the whole congregation because obviously we weren’t from around there and everyone was so welcoming!
We also went to a house-warming type party on Saturday to tell the ancestors that the family had moved to a new house and to ask them to protect them in their new location. It was quite the ordeal and once again, we had to eat the tripe. Sick! That night we went around to a couple different taverns in Langa for a well-rounded night life experience in the township. Not something I would probably ever do again, but it was definitely an experience! Because we were Americans, we went home pretty early otherwise it wouldn’t be safe, but we had our own little get-together back at the house which was so much fun! The family that I stayed with was a young mom (31) with 3 kids—2 girls, 12 and 10 and a boy who was 5. The little boy was going strong all night and danced his little legs off! Of course, he quicly became my best friend for the weekend even though I still can’t pronounce his name correctly.
Ok random funny story- Liz can’t handle spicy food and the sausages that we ate for lunch today had a little spice in them. Not too much, but liz really can’t handle much. Anyways, she really couldn’t finish hers so when our “mom” for the weekend got up to get something in the kitchen I took one and shoved it in my mouth. She came back and asked me a question about something and I obviously couldn’t answer. My cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk who has too many nuts in his mouth. Then we all just started laughing and tried not to choke on all that sausage.
All in all it was a good weekend. It started off pretty awkward, but by the end we didn’t want to leave. It was hard to see the families living in such a small place with rotting countertops and no seat on the toilet and hardly any running water, but at the same time, their sense of community was something we all should strive for. They were all so willing to do anything and everything for their family members and neighbors. As we left, the kids ran after the bus and everyone was waving and yelling "Sobonana!" which means "See you later!" in Xhosa! The sun was setting behind the house and we were all a little teary-eyed as they slowly got smaller and smaller in the distance. Wow, that was kind of sappy, but it was how we were feeling! Tomorrow I will put up pictures from the weekend, but for now I’m going to get some sleep! Good night all!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Xenophobia BBall, Rugby, and Jesus
Well I hope I have given you all ample time to read up on your African Human Rights Activists I listed in the last post. I'll forgive you if you didn't look up most of them (I realize time is a precious thing), but if you haven't looked up anything on Desmond Tutu, you should really stop reading this post until you know a little something about him. There will be a quiz so get reading! (just kidding, no quiz, but seriously--read up!)
Ok, enough nagging....I guess I should fill you in on what has been happening for the past week. Well, classes went about as usual although I had 2 tests in Xhosa which went ok. That language is just nothing like English, there are so many consonants next to each other and those 3 different clicks will get ya! At least it wasn't an oral test, I would've been in for it then. There is however and oral exam at the end of the semester which is worth 30% of my grade--yikes!!! Anyways, this weekend there was a basketball tournament that I got signed up for to raise awareness for the Xenophobia attacks that happened last month. I was supposed to play for the East African Society that I joined, but through a serious of events, I wasn't able to play on Saturday, but most of my housemates went and were pretty hilarious to watch. We were the only white people there and played against teams from Angola, Kenya, West Africa and the like. It was pretty intense to say the least.
I left early so that I could go to a friends' highschool rugby game in which they lost :( But it was still a great experience and it reminded me a lot of football back home. To add to that sweet reminder that I will be missing the greatest season for Mizzou football (oh the tears are flowing!!) we went to a pub to watch the South African Rugby team play against New Zeland which was a HUGE deal! Yet another reminder of the commeraderie of fans in football....sigh....you guys will have to keep me posted on how my tigers do, ok? But anyways, it was a bad day for rugby in South Africa because they lost miserably. It was pretty painful too.
I finally got to go to church for the first time since I've been here this Sunday and it was a much needed break from my crazy life at the house. It is always amazing to worship with believers halfway around the world knowing that we believe in the same God. Even though I didn't know the congregation, we all had something in common and that something was eternal. After church, we had a braai (BBQ, they are EXTREMELY popular here) and made some amazing burgers. Gotta love good company and good food on a Sunday afternoon.
That should catch you guys up for the week. Hopefully this week we will finally start our service work. I have a meeting tomorrow with some women in Khayelitsha who are interested in an IT class which is so exciting! I will post in a few days to let you know how this goes, but for now, I should go to sleep...now that I think about it, class starts in 8 hours. Hmmm, nap tomorrow is a must! Goodnight all!
Ok, enough nagging....I guess I should fill you in on what has been happening for the past week. Well, classes went about as usual although I had 2 tests in Xhosa which went ok. That language is just nothing like English, there are so many consonants next to each other and those 3 different clicks will get ya! At least it wasn't an oral test, I would've been in for it then. There is however and oral exam at the end of the semester which is worth 30% of my grade--yikes!!! Anyways, this weekend there was a basketball tournament that I got signed up for to raise awareness for the Xenophobia attacks that happened last month. I was supposed to play for the East African Society that I joined, but through a serious of events, I wasn't able to play on Saturday, but most of my housemates went and were pretty hilarious to watch. We were the only white people there and played against teams from Angola, Kenya, West Africa and the like. It was pretty intense to say the least.
I left early so that I could go to a friends' highschool rugby game in which they lost :( But it was still a great experience and it reminded me a lot of football back home. To add to that sweet reminder that I will be missing the greatest season for Mizzou football (oh the tears are flowing!!) we went to a pub to watch the South African Rugby team play against New Zeland which was a HUGE deal! Yet another reminder of the commeraderie of fans in football....sigh....you guys will have to keep me posted on how my tigers do, ok? But anyways, it was a bad day for rugby in South Africa because they lost miserably. It was pretty painful too.
I finally got to go to church for the first time since I've been here this Sunday and it was a much needed break from my crazy life at the house. It is always amazing to worship with believers halfway around the world knowing that we believe in the same God. Even though I didn't know the congregation, we all had something in common and that something was eternal. After church, we had a braai (BBQ, they are EXTREMELY popular here) and made some amazing burgers. Gotta love good company and good food on a Sunday afternoon.
That should catch you guys up for the week. Hopefully this week we will finally start our service work. I have a meeting tomorrow with some women in Khayelitsha who are interested in an IT class which is so exciting! I will post in a few days to let you know how this goes, but for now, I should go to sleep...now that I think about it, class starts in 8 hours. Hmmm, nap tomorrow is a must! Goodnight all!
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