Ke rata go sepela!

So yesterday I went on a nice walk…with a group of people that I don't know who joined me along the way. I set out on my own to enjoy the day and some “jima” (which means exercise) on my day off after doing bucket fulls of laundry. After only 5 minutes I was joined by Maria. She wanted to know my name, tell me about her young dreams of playing soccer in the US, and asking for my number to call me so I could watch her. I listened while she walked with me and then gave her my number (this is always a gamble but I decided she was harmless) and she said farewell. Off I went on my own again. I stopped on the way to say hello to the previous volunteer’s host family. Of course the kids had to walk with me for a bit while they told me about the happenings of school and life in general. Then they turned around to go home. On my way again. But then a young girl who knew me from the center ran out to meet me on the road and we chatted (my broken Sepedi lasts only so long) and then she just walked with me. I asked if she was going home but she said that she was going to walk with me. So we walked and were then joined by another group. Two girls and a young boy. They all joined our crowd in what appeared to be general curiousity (most people don't just walk for exercise around here). So we kept walking. I mentioned that I wasn’t walking back to their villages (again, broken Sepedi) and was now going home. Did they want to keep coming with me? Yes, was the answer. So, we made it all the way back to my village with my small entourage but not without a taxi stopping asking if I wanted a South African boyfriend.  I went back home for a little down time after my nice, relaxing walk.  Ke rata go sepela.


The general commotion that I cause when I walk around is a bit overwhelming I have to admit. I wonder if it will get easier or change in any way? I’ll let you know in a couple of years.

Bell the Protector.

I love Weet-Bix – which is not even that good. Weet-Bix is a sort of dry cereal type bar (South Africa’s #1 cereal is the claim...) that you are supposed to eat with milk but I just like eating dry. I think I am eating too much though. Can you have too much fiber in your diet?

Anyway, I am finding that life is getting better. At least this week it is better. Maybe every week just changes. I have relaxed about the language and actually find this makes it easier. I don’t know what made me so crazy last week (I really was a crazy lady). I was bound and determined that I was going to learn Sepedi in a couple of weeks…it ain’t happening. Plus, to report to you about my tutor situation. My young tutor did show up on Monday and Wednesday (although she didn’t come on Friday) and although she isn’t really a teacher she at least helps me practice plus I feel like it helps her practice her English. In addition, I randomly met a young high school teacher as I was walking home from the taxi and she said she would absolutely help me (after I butchered a few sentences). Her English is really good (as is her Sepedi) and she said that by the end of the year (thus my more realistic time frame) I will be speaking perfectly! And, in return, she wants me to teach her A.) to learn how to swim or B.) to learn how to drive. But, unfortunately, she is terrified of the water as well as cars (and I really don’t have access to either to be able to teach these skills). So, we will see how this all turns out. I’m just happy to be meeting people in my community!

Oh, one other highlight of my week was witnessing an impromptu HIV/AIDS discussion at one of our centers this week. I don’t really know if I have explained what the organization that I am working for does – it is an OVC Center (Orphans and Vulnerable Children) which means that we provide support for children who have lost one (or oftentimes both) of their parents usually as a result of HIV/AIDS. There are seven centers that my project is supporting and we feed children every day from ages 5-18 and then provide various activities they can do after school such as playing with toys, teaching games, singing, help with homework, etc. Thus, these kids are able to get a meal as well as some social support at the centers. Many of these children need more than food – when you think about the parenting that they are missing out on many of the kids look to our small staff to help teach them.  So, anyway, at one of the centers, some kids had some questions about HIV. Well, the staff then decided to sit everyone down and have a really honest discussion about the risks and consequences of being sexually active. Remember, these are children many of which have little to no support structure at home let alone talking to them about sex and HIV? It was amazing. I was really impressed with the exchange of information. It made me proud to be part of this organization and the work that we are doing.

I know that my time here is just starting…two years is a long time. I know that there will be ups and downs. This week has been a good week. 

Oh, and here is a picture of Bell, the friendly dog that I have somewhat adopted.  She rests outside my door and protects me (notice the burglar bars that also keep me protected).

Oh Sunday, Sunday.

Today is Sunday. I did my laundry. In lots of buckets. And while waiting for these items to dry while they blow in the smoke (I now realize that my clothes are drying on the line that is right beside where my host family is cooking outside today on the fire so my clothes will now smell like a campfire the next time I wear them - ahh, this is the life), I thought I would jot down a few of my deepest thoughts.


I am still on the verge of pulling my eyeballs out because I don’t understand 99% of the conversations that happen around me. Occasionally I can pick out words, “Bolela, tsebe, kereke, lapile, etc.” but the context and tone has me all confused with the many “aowa’s” and “ee’s” which just mean no and yes but sometimes bleed into other words. And then there are the “what what’s” which are thrown into conversation which just basically seem to be English slang words that are included as part of the common language/vocabulary. I have so much to learn. But, the good news. After a long and very difficult search (I literally started asking everyone that I would come into contact with that was remotely interested in my plea because I was so desperate to find someone to help me) I think I have found a language tutor. My host father’s niece introduced me to a recently graduated high school student that is going to come twice a week to help tutor me (cross your fingers she doesn’t back out)! It seems that teaching an American the language of Sepedi is not a fun job and therefore finding a tutor has been a difficult task. But, I have faith that my learning will progress quickly with my young teacher. And, if not, I will just give up.  Aowa!

In other news, I have somewhat adopted a dog. It is actually my neighbor’s dog but in a quest to make a new friend (I am the only one that doesn’t scare the dog or chase it away – they don’t really relate to the concept of keeping a dog as a pet here), I have landed myself a new pet. The dog now sleeps outside my door and lets me pet her (after quite a bit of coaxing). I wanted to name her “Bell” but after the request to translate the word bell into Sepedi (which was my original request to my host family) there has been some perplexion. They don’t know the Sepedi word for bell or maybe they just don’t know what I am asking which could definitely be the case (why would I want to have the dog as a pet and give it a name)? So, I may have to rethink her name or just keep calling her mpsa (which is dog).

At my organization I am learning about the work that is done on a day to day basis and although I feel that I am still in the observation stage (I won’t take on any projects for a while), it will be somewhere that I can contribute. I got to meet an great group of kids on Friday that was started by the previous voluteer (excellent work, Nick). He put together a program that helps teach them leadership skills. I am really excited about working more with this group.

Oh, and I also (accidentally) watched a chicken get slaughtered. It was the strangest thing. I was sitting outside my organization this week with the women (not understanding much that was being said but sitting there anyway as we were having a tea break) and all of a sudden one of the cooks grabs something from a large bucket and before I can look away I realize what is happening.  She has grabbed a chicken from the bucket and is taking her large knife and off comes the head in one swift maneuver. It was awful and fascinating at the same time. And then she just started working away and I couldn’t stop watching (well, I had to turn my head occasionally like I was watching a scary movie) but it was quite amazing.  This is a skill that I don't think I will master during my time here in South Africa.  But, wow. 

I am looking forward to getting the mail you will all be sending me soon so that when I head back to the post office (I have to take a taxi part of the way there and then walk not “too far but a little far” is the way to describe it here in South Africa) I have something to retrieve!  It is very disappointing to open an empty mailbox (that is my guilt trip to get you all to write)...much love to everyone.

Next post I will put up more pictures!

One week.

I survived my first week on my own, at my new volunteer “job,” in a new home. It wasn’t that easy I must admit and not for the reasons that you might initially think. No, I don’t have running water in my house/room. No running water also means I don’t have a toilet and walk outside to my pit latrine (which is missing a door) to use the bathroom. Plus, it’s terribly hot right now (and apparently for most of the year) in Limpopo. The bugs can be a bit overwhelming at times whether it’s a cockroach or the ants or a giant mosquito (or a visiting toad) all swarming and crawling around in unnecessary places. Washing clothes means they are done by hand in buckets (actually washing anything is by hand in buckets – clothes, dishes, me). Lots of buckets and filling and dumping of water.

But this was all quite tolerable compared to the challenge of making connections. It’s really hard to be not only the new person in town who can’t yet speak Sepedi (and of course I am the only white person which causes me to stand out). It’s difficult to not hear what is being said to or about me and I was really frustrated all week with the language barrier. It’s so hard for me to hear words in the context of conversations when everyone is speaking so darn fast (plus all I can really say is hello, my name is Lethabo, and that I slept well). I just hope that what my few friends in the village are telling me is true which is that I will eventually start to hear the language (and they promise to help me learn). I hope I can start to hear it soon or else I really might go crazy. Being left out of one more conversation is far worse than any bucket bath. But, just so you can see, here are a few pictures of my new home.  Ga ke tla bolele Sepedi mara ke ithuta (I don’t speak Sepedi but I will learn).  If it kills me and takes the entire 2 years.

Wherever you go, there you are...welcome to my new home in South Africa!