Christmas in July

In one of the emails that I sent to family and friends, I requested pens, pencils, pencil sharpeners, rulers, and other small school supplies to sell at our “school store.” The profits from this store will be used to purchase new books, magazines, and newspapers for the school library. It is taking a little time to reach our goal of R2000, but we are getting there slowly but surely.

As I recall, my email went out shortly before I left for my four-week, winter break getaway, so I figured upon my return there would most likely be a couple of envelopes with some supplies to get started. To my surprise, there were large packages from nine different people, filled with hundreds of pencils, pens, sharpeners, stickers, and other treats, waiting for me at the post office when I finally stopped by my first weekend home. Not to mention the extra suitcase my sister brought with her when she came to visit, stuffed with gifts from my family back home. It was amazing! (Actually, the post office was a bit annoyed. When the woman saw me come to the window, she said “Which one of you is Monica Sislak?” I replied, “I am.” She made a disgusted face and said, “Eish, your packages are piling up here!” I just laughed, handed over my candy bar and said “thanks.” It was almost extra awesome to know that the post office was inconvenienced.) Anyway, a few more packages arrived the following week and I picked them up this past weekend. All in all, a tremendous outpouring of generosity from those back home to help the kids here, in more ways than one.

Gifts and supplies from my family and friends.

The store is now stocked! Which is not to say anything that arrives in the future will be worthless or unused, but it is nice to have a selection to put out for the kids. The older learners appreciate buying blue or red pens that actually write and don’t break after just a few days. And the younger learners’ eyes really do light up when they come in to buy a pencil. We charge R1 (the equivalent of about $0.10 these days) for a pencil, which is the same price they would pay in town, but it is so much more exciting to pick out a pencil that is neon pink or has colorful butterflies or soccer balls printed on it.

I have used the opportunity to teach everyone, even the learners in grade 1, how to say “I would like to buy a pencil” in English. And of course there are countless math lessons when a learner comes to buy more than one item or pays and expects change. They have to tell me how much change they should receive and why. It’s true that some of these transactions become rather lengthy, but who cares? This is Africa! Time has a different meaning here (see my March 11 post for further insight.)

In any event, THANK YOU, to all those who have sent packages: the ones that have made it and the ones that are still “in the mail.” Your gifts are most certainly appreciated and being put to immediate good use. When the new books arrive for the library, pictures will be sure to follow!

A Tradition Zulu Ceremony: Abayeni

Just a few days after I arrived home from my winter break travels, my host sister asked me if I would be home the upcoming Saturday. As I had just spent nearly four weeks away, I said that I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. She smiled and said that was good news, because there would be a traditional pre-wedding ceremony, called Abayeni, in the village on the 20^th of July! The hosting family would be the Ndlovu’s, who live just around the corner. The eldest son in the family owns the shop that I frequent to buy bread, cookies, and beans, and it is his sister that would be getting married. Since it is the bride’s family that plays host to this traditional ceremony, it was good news indeed. After attending my host family’s reunion function, I was hoping that there would be more traditional ceremonies on the horizon.

Ready for the Abayeni

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My host mom suggested I borrow some traditional attire to wear for the day. Not sure if I pulled it off, but everyone kept telling me I looked wonderful. You can judge for yourself.

It was a glorious Saturday, and things got started around 10:30am with the presentation of gifts to the women of the groom’s family. The groom’s mother received the vast majority of the items, including large amounts of cash, paraffin (oil used in lamps and small stoves), sugar and maize, washbasins, and blankets. Blankets are a BIG thing. Everyone gets a blanket. Seriously, nearly every woman that was related to the groom sat down on the ground and received a blanket by having it wrapped around her. The quality of the blanket was determined in part by her age and how closely related she was, but I am pretty sure that I counted nearly 40 blankets in the original pile to be distributed.

Gifts for the groom's family, given mostly to his
mother in the pink scarf and white blanket.

After all the blankets and other gifts were packed up, the bride’s family took their turn to receive gifts from the groom’s family, with a slightly different twist. First the youngest brother of the bride received a small handful of gifts that he was allowed to request in advance. In this case, that included a new pair of rain boots, an umbrella, and some liquor. Then the oldest brother of the bride (and host in this case) took center stage to receive a few gifts that he also requested in advance. His list included a blanket and new sneakers. It is my understanding that the bride’s father would also have received several gifts at this time, but as he was no longer alive, it was not a part of this family’s ceremony. Then it was the bride herself that began to receive gifts, mostly in the form of cash, and oddly either tucked into or pinned onto a very large (and rather heavy) hat that she wore throughout the ceremony. The bride was accompanied by two female attendants throughout the day, although their purpose seemed mostly ceremonial as they didn’t do anything like write down who gave what for thank you card purposes. I didn’t ask, but I don’t think that’s a part of the culture to be honest.

The youngest brother of the bride
received his requested gifts.

The oldest brother of the bride with his new blanket
and sneakers. He was also the host of the ceremony.

The bride-to-be with her valuable hat.

More members of the family and community generously
give to the bride by pinning the money to her hat. 

When the bride was finished collecting, the first meal was served. Family and friends of the bride scurried around delivering plates filled with rice, chicken, beef, butternut, coleslaw, beetroot, and potato salads along with glasses and large bottles of cold drink (aka soda) to everyone as they sat outside. About twenty minutes after a plate with food was handed to me, a young girl came to collect it and take it for cleaning. Lucky I was done eating :-)

The family of the bride and others from the village
perform traditional dancing after the meal.

The rest of the day involved quite a few costumes and a whole lot of dancing. Sort of like a version of the movie “Step Up.” This one could have been subtitled “Zululand.” Since the bride’s family hosted the ceremony, people from all around the village were a part of her dance company. While the groom’s family sat on one side of the yard, the bride’s family started on the other side dancing towards them and then back. Sometimes just the men, carrying sticks and shields. Sometimes just the women, topless but with colorful skirts. Sometimes everyone. The music, mostly chanting, was sung by nearly everyone in attendance, while whistles blew to signal the time for high kicks and clapping. It was quite a performance by the village. When their turn was finally over (and I have no idea how that was determined) the groom’s family took their turn doing mostly the same thing. Their dance troop was a bit smaller since it was not supplemented by the village at-large, but what they lacked in numbers they made up for in style. Most of the men were wearing matching bright green, satin, button down shirts with neon orange crosses on the back. If there was a meaning to these costumes, it was lost on me, but they certainly looked beautiful.

The family of the groom performed several dances
wearing these brightly colored shirts.

After some amount of time of back and forth chanting and dancing, the bride’s oldest brother declared it was time for the second meal. At that point, everyone who was not actually family was expected to return to their homes, while the two families celebrated and dined inside a large tent decorated to the max with linens, lights (run on a generator) and fine china. There was also a DJ playing a pretty intense mix of Zulu and American music. I didn’t stay, but as I could see the whole thing from my front stoop, I had no problem hearing the music as well. I was sort of expecting it to be a party into the wee hours of the night, but the music shut down at about 7pm. Practically speaking, it’s not easy to walk home in the dark, and that is exactly what most of the family who lived elsewhere in the village needed to do.

Unfortunately I will not be invited to attend the actual wedding ceremony as that takes place at the groom’s family’s home, and in this case, in a totally different village. Since my host family is not related to the Ndlovu’s (we are part of the Ngobese family), it looks like I’ll have to wait a little longer before I attend a traditional Zulu wedding. Hopefully there will be one sometime in the next year!

Namibia Highlights Part 3: Swakopmund

Our third and final Namibian destination was to the coastal town of Swakopmund, known for its German style architecture and plethora of bakeries. As it was winter, the beach was not a main attraction for us, which was no problem because there were plenty of other things to see and do.

Sunset at Swakopmund.

We took a bus from Windhoek to Swakopmund that arrived in the late afternoon on the 5^th of July. It was actually a rather exhausting ride (and was several hours late) so the only thing we did that evening was walk down to the water and take a few pictures of the sun set over the Atlantic, not something I saw on the east coast of the US.

View of the town and the dunes from the Swakopmund Pier.

The next morning we set out to explore the town – right after we stopped by the post office to buy some stamps and mail a few postcards. After our errands were done, we headed to the water and walked out onto the pier to get a great view of the town and the dunes. We also decided to make a short visit to the National Marine Aquarium of Namibia. It was not very big, but it had a few very creative exhibits, and I especially liked watching the stingrays swim right up to the edge of the tank and nearly hop out over the glass. It seems unlikely that they will ever be successful, but I guess you never know. After a short lunch (and pastry) stop, we headed back to the backpackers to get ready to meet our guide for our afternoon tour.

My sister poses with a 1500 year old welwitschia plant,
the national plant of Namibia.

Since my sister is a biologist, she was very excited to see the famed Welwitschia plant of Namibia. It is sort of a bizarre and somewhat unimpressive looking plant that it thought to be almost prehistoric in nature and can live to be thousands of years old. It is actually more a tree than a plant, it only ever grows two leaves its entire life (although the leaves split so it appears as though there are more) and there are separate male and female plants that depend on insects and other natural occurrences to reproduce. There wasn’t too much about it that I found interesting, but it was cool to see as one of many very unique sights in the Namib Desert. I personally enjoyed the “moonscape” so named because the pictures brought back from the moon looked remarkably similar to some of the rock landscape of the desert. It was especially nice that our tour ended as the sun was setting and we were able to see another beautiful African sun set over the rocks and dunes in the area.

The "moonscape" of the Namib Desert surrounding Swakopmund.

It was almost impossible to believe, but our time in Namibia was coming rapidly to a close, as the next morning we were headed back to Windhoek by bus, and then the morning after that we had an early plane to catch back to South Africa. When we arrived back in Windhoek the afternoon of the 7^th of July, we still had time to make a quick trip to the local craft market to pick up some last minute souvenirs before it closed. After that, we headed to Joe’s Beerhouse (a can’t miss eatery from all the things we read) for an early dinner because our taxi to the airport was leaving the next morning at 4:30am. Probably not the best planning, but we survived to tell the tale.

And that was it! Overall, a fantastic trip. It was great to see my sister, although I can’t believe that she is already back in the US after the months and months of planning that was done before her arrival. I can’t say enough good things about the places we stayed and the people we met. I would seriously consider returning for another visit to see a few other places around the country, although I wouldn’t mind going to all these same destinations again too :-)

Namibia Highlights Part 2: Sossusvlei

My main motivation for visiting Namibia was to see the world famous sand dunes of the Namib Desert, so visiting Sossusvlei was my top priority. I don’t think I could have asked for a more perfect three days. The weather was gorgeous, the crowds were minimal, and the climbs up the dunes were stunning. In my opinion, no picture will ever truly capture the magnificence of the dunes, but I, like everyone else, certainly gave it a try.

The drive from Windoek south to the dunes wasn’t quite as long as the drive north to Etosha, but my sister and I still got an early start on the morning of July 2^nd. As we made our way, I took note of just how remote we were. For miles and miles (or kilometers and kilometers) there was simply nothing on either side of the road except a grassy plain with a mountainous backdrop. Oddly enough, wire fences were posted on both sides of the road, and every so often we would see grazing cattle, so someone owned the land. But where they lived was a mystery to us. There was also a distinct lack of cars traveling in either direction. It became obvious how vast and sparsely populated the country is – even during peak tourist season.

Most of the dunes are in an area called Sossusvlei, which is located inside Namib-Naukluft Park. One of the most popular activities for visitors is to climb a dune (Dune 45) and watch the sun rise over the desert from atop the sand. This is really only possible if you camp inside the park, because the gates don’t even open until sunrise. With this in mind, the best (budget) option is to stay at Sesriem Rest Camp, which is just inside the park gates and a short drive away from Sossusvlei and all the dunes. As I was definitely interested in the “sunrise climb” it only made sense for us to head to Sesriem and step up camp.

View of the Namib Desert from Elim Dune in Sesriem.

We arrived in the late afternoon with enough time to hike up the nearby Elim Dune and watch the sunset: a truly beautiful sight. I felt as though I could actually see the color of the sand changing from bright orange to deep red as the sun went down behind the dune. There’s a funny thing about this dune. When you look up, you think, “I’m almost to the top”. But when you get to that point, there is another hump in front of you. At some point you just have to stop and enjoy the view because it’s perfectly fine from nearly any height.

My sister and I at sunrise at the top of Dune 45 in Sossusvlei.

The next morning we got a VERY early start because it was time for our big sunrise climb. We got to Dune 45 and started the trek up with a number of others. I’m not a big fan of walking in sand – even when it is flat on the beach, so I took the climb up the dune at a pretty slow pace. It was hard! But no matter, I got there eventually, and in plenty of time to see the sunrise. When nature’s show was over, my sister and I made our way back down the dune and had some breakfast before heading off to see the rest of the area. You can only drive up until a certain point, and then if you want to go any further (which you do so that you can see the other parts of the Sossusvlei area) you either have to walk about 5km through the desert or take a 4x4 shuttle provided by the park. We walked since it was a beautiful day.

Sunrise on Dune 45 in Sossusvlei.

The "Big Daddy" in Sossusvlei, the world's largest sand dune.

While on the short hike, we saw a few springbok as well as some unique desert plants. The goal was to get to the “Big Daddy,” said to be the largest sand dune in the world. I’m not really sure who measures these things, but even if it isn’t the biggest, it is a pretty big pile of sand. My sister took the challenge of climbing to the top. I enjoyed the view from about halfway, which was still quite nice. We met at the bottom, in the area known as Deadvlei, home to the 900 year-old camel thorn trees. The trees are actually dead, but haven’t decomposed because it is simply to dry. Instead, the have been scorched black and hardened by the sun to make for a beautiful sight with the white clay below them and the red sand behind them. After taking as many pictures as possible, we headed back to the campsite for lunch. It was pretty incredible to think that we did all of that in just one morning!

The 900 year old trees at Deadvlei.

The rest of the afternoon we spent relaxing before making an evening journey to the nearby Sesriem Canyon. Not really much to see, except for one fairly bizarre sight. At one end of the canyon, there is a small pond with fish. The source of the water is deep in the ground, but the original source of the fish was a bit unclear. Leftovers from the Tsauchab River which formed the canyon, I guess. It didn’t seem that remarkable until you consider that the area only received about a millimeter of rain last year. Apparently that was all that was needed for the fish to keep swimming about. 

The small town of Solitaire, Namibia with its world famous apple pie!
That's right, you're looking at the whole town.

After a good night sleep, we headed back to Windhoek the next day, making a short stop in the small settlement of Solitaire. Literally the town is gas station, a post office, a small store, a campsite, a motel, and a bakery, but that is all it needed to become world famous. Mostly the fame comes from the apple pie/strudel sold at the bakery (which was delicious) but also from the fact that it is one of the only places to stop between the dunes and Windhoek. We arrived back at the backpackers by late afternoon, with enough time to grab some dinner before turning in again for the night. A successful second leg of our adventure!

Namibia Highlights Part 1: Etosha

One of the great joys of being a PCV is having the opportunity to travel, both in-country and to neighboring states. While there are countless amazing places to visit in South Africa, Namibia is a country that I have always wanted to see. (Truth be told, I was hoping to be placed in Namibia when I applied to be a volunteer.) But that was not to be, so planning a trip during my winter school holiday would have to do. This same break also turned out to be the only time that my sister Christine would be able to come and visit me, so it worked out that I would have an easy-going traveling companion for the adventure. Because of both time and money, we had to limit our visit to three places in about ten days, and while I would have loved to stay longer and see more, I think we made great choices and saw several true highlights of the country.

Friendly giraffe.

After flying to Windhoek from Joburg and spending a day sight-seeing there (which is about all you really need), we headed north to Etosha National Park for three days and two nights of game drives and camping. On the way, we made a short stop in the very small town of Okahandja to visit the wood-carving and craft stalls that sell traditional Namibian souvenirs. We were not necessarily in a buying mood, so we took some time to browse, but left empty-handed. Because the journey from Windhoek is rather lengthy, when we arrived in the park, we didn’t have much time to drive around and see animals that evening. But on the short trip we made to our campsite at Halali, we saw springbok, zebras, elephants, giraffes, and a rather stressed-out rhino. 

Grazing springbok.

After setting up our tent and having something to eat, it was completely dark – making it the perfect time to head down the flood-lit water hole, a true highlight of the campgrounds in Etosha. To our amazement, there were half a dozen rhinos gathered around, sipping water and nibbling the dry brush. Of course, I failed to have my camera, and didn’t realize until a little later how rare of a treat this was. Ah well, I guess it means I’ll have to go back someday :-)

My sister and I at the Etosha Pan.

The next morning we woke up early and headed to the Etosha Pan to see the vast expanse of whiteness. It had sort of an eerie feel to it as you looked onto the horizon and really saw nothing but dry, salty earth.

After our visit to the pan, we didn’t need to drive too much further before we spotted a herd of elephants, babies included. Shortly after that, we spied a cheetah sitting under a lone acacia tree, scanning the horizon for something to eat. After about ten minutes, the cheetah was on the move, and we realized that there were three cubs trailing behind her. We were only able to see the cubs with a pair of binoculars, but it was fun to watch them bounce along behind their mother. Across the plain, springbok, zebras, wildebeest, and oryx were plentiful for viewing, both for us and for the lions! One was seen crouching beneath the brush, poised to strike at any moment. But as the lioness had more patience than we did, we carried on to our next campsite, Namutoni, before her hunt got any more interesting.

Elephant family.

Cheetah in the distance.

The plain of Etosha National Park.

Zebra family.

After setting up camp and resting for a bit, we went out again in the last afternoon, cameras in hand. We were not disappointed. The elephants, springbok, zebras, and giraffes were plentiful and feeling particularly photogenic as they seemed to be poised at the side of the road for us to photograph. The birding also started to heat up as we spotted several unusual species found only in Southern Africa. As we headed back to the campsite we were fortunate enough to see a young male lion on the move. He met up with several lionesses relaxing in the grass, perhaps having just finished a meal. And before we arrived back at camp we were treated to a beautiful African sunset, complete with giraffes.

Lion on the move.

Lilac-breasted Roller.

Yellow-billed Hornbill.

Great sunset.

Lions relaxing in the sun.

Our last morning in the park was reserved for a drive to see the dik-dik, the smallest antelope in the world (I think.) On the way, we were stunned to see a male and female lion lounging just a few meters from the side of the road, in no hurry to go anywhere. After taking a few (hundred) photos, we were on our way to the special area of Etosha were the dik-diks tend to be found. Although they are small, they are apparently rather social, as they were easy to spot trotting along in the bush. It was a fun surprise to see something so unique.

Dik-dik.

And then we were on our way back to Windhoek! Although it was short, I think our Etosha visit was perfect – and I have the picture to prove it!

Reflections on Term 2

The term official ends this coming Friday, June 20, but as I am gone from site and at a training this week, for me, the term actually ended last Friday, June 13^th. This means the school year is half over! This is both crazy and scary because I feel like I have just gotten started, and that I have a lot more to do. In the mean time, it is good to remind myself that a few good (and not-so-good) things happened this past term and progress is being made…slowly but surely.

School Highlights:

1.) The School Store: In an effort to raise money to buy more library books, I started a little school store to sell pens and pencils. The profit margin is small (just a rand an item), but since the kids seem to lose their writing utensils on a daily basis, I sell almost 50 writing utensils a week. By the end of the third term, we will hopefully reach our goal of R2000.

2.) Managing the Computer Lab: Most weekday mornings, I arrive at school by 7:15am and open the computer lab for students to come in until assembly begins at 7:45am. But there are mornings when the electricity isn’t working, or I have work to do, or there is a staff meeting…meaning, there are mornings when the computer lab just can’t be open. But the learners did not seem to understand that when the door was closed the lab was closed. They would stand and wait and block the path, thinking that eventually I would open the door, and many of them wanted to be first in line. Apparently this was very annoying to many of the teachers and the principal. So, I finally put up a sign on the door that either says “closed” or “open” so there is no confusion. Although this seems like a basic thing, it has made a big difference in keeping everyone informed and organized…and happy.

3.) Studying = Winning: About a month before the end of the term, I received a pack of multiplication flashcards from my family in America. After giving it a little thought, I decided to have races between the rows each Friday morning at the start of class, using the cards. This isn’t exactly an original idea, but these learners have never seen it. I choose two rows to race against each other, than the other two rows have their turn, and then the whole class makes two lines for the last round. The winner of each round receives a certificate that says “Mathematics Achievement Award” and I write in their name and the date, as well as my signature and the principal’s signature. It was clear from the first week of this competition that the learners were keen to win.

On Thursday of last week, I reminded everyone that it was their last chance to get a certificate for term two and that they should study the times table for the races the next day. Everyone dutifully nodded. I just smiled. The next morning, a boy named Kwanele came to me before school and told me that he studied a lot the night before. I was pleasantly surprised that any student would take the time to come and say this, and whether it was true or not was almost irrelevant. I told him I was very proud of him and I’m sure that he would do well that day, but really, I didn’t think that would be the case.

Well, he WON! That’s right, he won the race between his row and another row. I was ecstatic. I went on and on for a few minutes telling the class how important it is to study because in the end it will help you win. I could not have wished for a better way to end the term. I am hoping that we can pick back up where we left off when we return for term three.

Community Highlights:

1.) Gardening: I had a great time this term learning some new gardening techniques and implementing them at my house. Outside of school, this is definitely my main project. In the past three months I successfully started a seedbed of cabbage seedlings, I double-dug a door-sized trench bed, and then planted the cabbage seedlings in said bed. My goal for term three is to start another seedbed and then companion plant something with the cabbage. Long-term, I hope to spread the permagardening technique to members more members of the community through weekend promote nutrition and healthy eating through this process. I’ll keep everyone posted.

2.) Birthday: I was “lucky” enough to turn 36 at the end of April and celebrate in style with both PCVs and my host family. On Friday afterschool, I met up with the other volunteers who live in the area and we taxied back to my site for a birthday sleepover. This has sort of become the norm for everyone’s birthday, but it was fun to be the hostess. I didn’t do much on Saturday during the day, but that evening, my family invited me to have dinner with them and then surprised me with a cake! I would say that over the years I have had some spectacular birthdays, and this ranks right up there with the best of them.

3.) Extended Family Reunion: One of my favorite things about being here is experiencing the Zulu culture first hand, especially at village events. It was a true treat that just a few weekends ago my host family had a type of “reunion” function where they honored the ancestors. It was a huge gathering of people who lived both near and far and the food and drink did not disappoint. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the men parade through the yard in their traditional attire, addressing the ancestors and telling stories of the mighty battles that they won (or at least fought in.) Ceremonies such as this one will continue to be a true highlight of my service.

Lessons Learned:

1.) No Scissors Allowed: I was really trying to give grade 5 an authentic learning experience when we studied 3-D objects the second week of May. I decided I would have cut out nets of prisms and pyramids and then fold them into the appropriate 3-D figure. All I needed were a few pairs of scissors and some tape for the kids to get crafty.

I could have sworn that at some point I saw a box of kid-sized scissors in the storage room, but either my mind was deceiving me or they just got moved, because I searched for about 30 minutes the week before and I could not find these scissors anywhere. All that I was able to come up with was a bag of 10 adult scissors from the Arts & Culture teacher. Kids that are in grade 5 really do have hands that are smaller than adults, and using these bigger scissors to cut a bunch of fairly small shapes turned out to be a bit of a challenge for many of them. But they were managing to get things done. As they were finishing up and I was putting them back in the bag, I essentially noticed that there was blood all over one of the pairs. Of course, I was furious. I asked the class “Why is there blood on these scissors?” and within seconds they were tattling on each other, telling me that Phelelani cut Cebani’s finger with the scissors. Great. The cut was not insignificant so it needed to be washed and bandaged. The rest of the day was spent “investigating” the incident to see who should be punished and how. So yeah, we don’t cut things anymore in grade 5. We fold and tear very carefully along the fold. Lesson learned the hard way.

2.) Don’t Get Off the Taxi: When you have to travel a long distance and ride on a minibus taxi, it is a bit of a guessing game as to when it is going to leave. Because it doesn’t leave until it is full. In early June I needed to take a trip to Pretoria, which meant I had to first take the taxi to Johannesburg. No big deal, done it before. I got there earlier than needed and was the third person to sign-in and take my seat. After waiting for a while and the taxi still being only half full, I asked the woman next to me to watch my things while I ran over to Shoprite to buy some rolls and water. Again, no big deal, everyone does this. When I got back, just 15 minutes later, the taxi door was closed and the taxi was pulling away…without me in it. Now, as is usually the case, when the taxi is full it first just pulls away to a parking spot a couple meters away so that everyone can pay and the driver can give part of the proceeds to the taxi rank manager and whatever other business needs to happen. So I wasn’t too worried. When I walked up to the taxi, I opened the door, got in, took my bag off of the seat and sat down. To my surprise, the rank manager jumped in after me and started shouting (in Zulu) that I needed to get off the taxi because it was full. I was like, yeah, I know it is full, because I am one of the people making it full, so I just sat there. Partly because I didn’t think I needed to get off, and partly because there was no way I was getting off and waiting to take the next one. Then he started to shout a few things that I didn’t understand and started to wave the sign-in book at me. Well, as luck would have it, I was the third person to have signed-in AND I used my real name as opposed to my Zulu name. As a side note, sometimes I use my Zulu name because it is simply less obvious that it is me and if some weird-o starts to talk to me I can just ignore him or her a little more easily because they can’t just look at the book and see who I am. In any case, it was crystal clear that I was perfectly entitled to be on the taxi…to everyone but the taxi rank manager. At this point, the woman I was sitting next to as well as several other strangers all started to shout in Zulu. I was pretty much lost in the conversation at that point, but after about sixty seconds of nonsense that guy shouted at me to sit down (which I was already doing) and then got off the taxi in a huff. We drove away a few minutes later. I was a bit rattled because I don’t enjoy being part of a scene; I already stand out enough, thank you. But I also had no idea what the problem was, so I couldn’t really think about it too much. Bottom line: from now on, I’ll just stay seated.

3.) Always Wear Layers and Bring an Umbrella: This sums it all up as far as how I need to dress and prepare for each day. It seems like every morning I wake up pretty chilly but by the afternoon I’m toasty warm. It is impossible to predict whether or not it is going to rain, because it shouldn’t be raining at this point in the year, but that doesn’t mean it won’t! I now own four umbrellas. Two are at home, one is at school, and one is always in my backpack. Also, all of them are garbage and are partially broken or could easily break at any moment. But no matter, I have learned to wear several layers in the morning for easy adjustment as the temperature changes throughout the day and to be ready for the rain at any moment.

Looking forward to the highlights and lessons that Term 3 has to offer.

TIA: This is Africa

Like most teachers in rural South Africa, I don’t have many resources at my disposal, but one thing that I was lucky enough to have was a useable chalkboard. Believe it or not, this is not the case in all classrooms. I also want to emphasize the use of the past tense in that last sentence because my useable chalkboard is no more.

The chalkboard was not perfect. It was old, and green, and there were certain patches where you really couldn’t write and other patches that didn’t erase very well. But overall, I could write examples and class work on it and the kids could manage when they did problem races at the board. So I would have called it “good enough.”

About three weeks ago, the principal came to me and said that the school had acquired several cans of chalkboard paint and all the chalkboards would be painted as per the School Development Plan. Apparently this was listed under the goal of “School Improvement.” Until that very minute I had no idea there was such a thing as chalkboard paint and that it could be used to improve the quality of a chalkboard. I more or less shrugged and said it sounded good, and I was impressed that something from the School Development Plan was being implemented.

Unfortunately, as I found out this week, that was the wrong reaction. The chalkboard in the grade 5 classroom was the first to be painted earlier this week. 

The chalkboard looks good, right? Looks can be
deceiving! It's harder to write on than ever.

But it turns out that chalkboard paint doesn’t improve the quality of a chalkboard at all, especially when it is being painted with very old brushes by students that were assigned the work as a punishment. Instead, it makes the chalkboard uneven and rough. If you do manage find a piece of chalk that will write, it erases in such a way that you can still more or less see what was written. And we were specifically told not to “wet erase” the board, we could only use a dry cloth for cleaning. Which basically means the chalkboard never gets clean. It looked really, really nice for the first five minutes of school the day after it was painted, and since then it has been nothing but a clear reminder to try to live by the phrase “if it ain’t broke, don’t try to fix it.”

A few of the teachers have told me that after a month or two the paint will wear down enough that it will be easier to write and erase, and in the mean time, I should try to use colored chalk because it works a little better, which has turned out to be true. Its hard for me to decide whether I should laugh or cry at the fact that the one improvement that the school has tried to make to the classrooms this school year has turned out to make things much worse. Only one way to sum that up: TIA.