Village Life So Far

Wow. How do I begin to describe this experience? First of all, I would like to apologize for the less than fabulous previous blog entry. I was just at a loss for words as to how to even begin to describe what I have been experiencing here. The Peace Corps’ slogan is “the toughest job you’ll ever love”. This couldn’t be more true. I love my job and it presents me with challenges each day; some small and some enormous, but all significant. I am writing this in the back of a khumbi on my way to town so that when I arrive I have save internet time and just type. For those who don’t know, a khumbi is a van that is supposed to hold 15-16 people but we usually fit 19. I am watching the green mountains and expansive grasslands from a window seat and thinking, “Man, am I lucky to be alive and be here”. It is incredibly difficult to describe this place in a way that can actually paint a picture worthy of this experience. This is the reason I am attempting to upload pictures to my website, see the link on the right hand side titled “Christi’s Photos”. The pictures can help you see Afrika through my eyes but not in a way that really does this place justice and thus is the reason why I am not in many pictures. I am also attempting to find a way to upload videos quickly here so that this will also aid in sharing this experience with those back in the States.

Okay enough of this intro business. This is how my experience has been. I arrive in South Afrika on Jan 31 and stayed at a college in Mokopane in the Limpopo province for ten days. There my group began forming friendships that I am sure are going to last for a very long time. We learned about safety and security measures, received countless injections, studied Afrikaans and Sepedi, and gained a tremendous amount of knowledge on apartheid.

Then, we moved to Bakenburg and the surrounding villages with our new families. My family is fantastic! As mentioned in the previous blog, I have two brothers (one who lives at school), three sisters, one mom, and a gogo (grandmother) living in one house. Actually my gogo lives down the street with my uncle and other gogo who are both very ill. My mom is certifiably insane and I love her for it. She is as crazy as me and it is fantastic! From the very first day I moved in she has treated me like a daughter. She yells at me when my hair looks crazy or when my clothes need to be ironed. She tells me she loves me and calls me fat in the same sentence. Then she tries to feed me because “you too little”. She hands me a broom while telling me to wash the dishes. She doesn’t let me call her Momma Francina, only Momma and won’t talk to me unless I call her Momma. She is awesome and I love her! I also love my gogo who laughs at nearly everything I do, especially when I do laundry, attempt to cook, or try miserably to speak Sepedi. My host sister is a blessing from God. She is my culture and language translator and makes me so happy! She is one of my best friends here and I will be sad to move away from her in less than a month. She is teaching me to dance and trust me, that is hilarious. White people just should not try to mimic African dancing. It just doesn’t work. I would know..I see me.

Ngifunda IsiZulu kodwa ngihlala eLimpopo. I said I am learning Zulu but living in Limpopo, which is a Sepedi speaking area which presents daily communication issues. But if you saw me on the street you would think I am deaf because I gesture so many things in order to communicate now. I spend about 9 hours a day in class learning Zulu and Peace Corps info. I love my group because we are so diverse in our personalities. It is fabulous. Here is how a typical day of mine goes….

6:00 AM Wake up and take put away mosquito net and get ready for school.
7:45 Leave house and walked ten minutes to language
8-10:30 Learn Zulu
11:00 Train at center
1:00 Lunch
2:00-5:00 Train and Zulu
5:00 Get driven to tar road and then walk 25 minutes home
6:00- 7:00 Help make dinner, kill snakes, chase rooster for fun, play with neighborhood kids, and make my family laugh
7-8: Dinner
8:00 Generations…soap opera..yes I know
8:30-9:15 Heat water, pour in bucket, take bath, go outside and dump water
10:00 Get net out and kill all cockroaches in room and go to bed

I killed a snake this week. I was in the kitchen cutting cucumbers in the kitchen when I thought I saw something out of the side of my eye. I looked down and though “Wow that is a big worm”. Then I thought “Wow that worm slithers”. This is when I realized it was not a big worm, but was in fact small snake… not cool. So I yelled for my sister..she bug sprayed is and I flashlighted it and then we killed it with a shoe. Then my host brother runs in and throw water all over the floor. I say “Surprise (brother), why did you do that?” My sister says “It is the water of the church”. Then my mom runs in butt naked from her bath and yells “Tell me Manakedi!” So I tell her what happened and she says “Where is the mother?” So now I am constantly aware that a big mother snake is probably missing her baby. Hopefully she will stay away. Snakes are no good here and so South Afrikans kill them always.

It is nearly impossible to me to get to my house without ten little children following me home and insisting that I play with them for at least an hour no matter how exhausted I may be. So, I tried to sneak into the house through the corn field and I was almost home free yesterday, but one of them was waiting behind the toilet and caught me…I give up. So now my fan club has grown from five kids, to seven, and yesterday there were twelve. They touch my skin, play with my hair, and teach me songs, dances, and clapping games…they are awesome and they do not care that I don’t speak their language...they get me and in an odd way I am glad that they constantly harass me and walk me home everyday.

There is so much more I would like to say but I really must get off the computer before I run up to high of a bill…I only make $15 USD here a week. I am in love with South Afrika and I am terribly missing my family and friends. I wish we could all be experiencing this together, but I am learning so much on my own and I am becoming a better person everyday because of this experience. Thank you so much for you continuously support and love. Keep those letters and e-mails coming! I will answer e-mails and such when I get more time.

Uthando (love)…Christi Manakedi Nqobile (there is a click in there) Kekana Gibson