Sunday, April 14, 2013

Integration


I've spent the past two days working on my VRF (Volunteer Report Form) and came across a question about integration. After reading my response I thought it was blog worthy. Take a look at what I had to say about cross-cultural integration. 

"Integration is something that is entirely up to the individual. From my experience and discussion with other PCVs, the amount of integration depends entirely on your attitude. If you have a willingness to learn and get involved in something by being a team player, integration will be quite easier than if you keep a closed mind and are timid to meet people.

In my community and even the neighboring communities, people have come to know me well. It’s an advantage that I live in a small city setting where houses are side by side, and you can’t help but be noticed. The thing I pride myself in is that people don’t know me simply because I am a white American. People know me in my community because of the work I have done. I refuse to sit in my house all day, so if I find myself going astray, I force myself to go sit in the library or take a stroll through the grocery store. My outlook on my service is since I am going to be here for two years—this is now my life; rather than since I am only going to be here for two years, I need to do as many projects as I can. By readjusting my position to establish this as my home, making relationships are the only way I can survive here. When those relations are genuine, people genuinely want to help you, and I think that is what makes a successful integration"

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Kwa Zulu Natal



A couple weeks ago I got to spend some time in South Africa. I went to Johannesburg and Durban. SA is so different from Swaziland in terms of infrastructure. I honestly thought like I was in America. It was the closest to home I had been in 9 months. What made the trip even better was that I had Jason with me. We spent two days in Johannesburg—we went to the Apartheid Museum, World Cup Stadium, saw the Nelson Mandela bridge, went to a rooftop African market, and I saw my first McDonalds since being here. Since Joburg has a notorious reputation for being a dangerous city, we skipped walking through the city and stuck to our rental car. I really loved the museum. It still blows my mind that Apartheid ended within my life time just 20 years ago. The museum also had a nice Nelson Mandela exhibit which was interesting. Seeing the museum came at a perfect time for me. Currently in my class I am talking about human rights, xenophobia and the difference between race and culture. I wish I could have brought my students with me for this. The trip to Joburg was short lived, but I loved. 



              
Driving 5 hours through the Drakensburg Mountains was such a beautiful site to Durban. Again, I am so glad I am glad we decided on a rental car—public transportation on vacation just doesn’t seem like a vacation to me. Coming into Durban, I was taken aback by how similar it looked like an American costal city. Another unexpected surprise was just how many Indians were there; apparently Durban has the second largest population of Indians next to India.  Either way Durban was great. The weather was a little too gloomy and windy for my taste, so we only hit the ocean one day. Durban is also known for its great surf. The movie Blue Crush 2 was actually filmed there. So instead of swimming, we stood on the pier watching the surfers. The sites we saw in Durban were Ushaka Marine World and the Moses Mabhida World Cup Stadium, and my favorite—Gateway Mall! I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. You could have left me in that mall for the entire week and I would be completely happy. Apparently some things never change no matter what continent you are on.
    



After a week in SA, I took Jason back to Swaziland with me for week. As far as the animals are concerned, they couldn’t have been more cooperative. When we got to the boarder we saw a monkey, some zebras, and a family of warthogs crossing the road. This set the mood for a fun week in the kingdom. To sum up the week in SD, we went to Hlane Royal Game Reserve and saw hippos and rhinos; then we stayed at Magadzavane lodge were we had a family of monkeys outside our window in the morning as well as a highly venomous scorpion on our bedroom floor. Then on the drive to my village, we saw a family of giraffes on the side of the road. As Swazi culture permits, we ate meat nearly every night. I swear Jason is going to go back to the states thinking we have braai’s every day—I blame my sisi Lulu who spoiled us this week.  I also took Jason to the cultural village where he got to see the traditional dancing, clothes, and houses that are still practiced throughout the country [except in my utopia of a village].
               



On Saturday my community was celebrating Earth Hour were we turned off the lights between 8:30-9:30. It was fun for him to see an activity take place in my village. Wednesday and Thursday I brought Jason to the school where he could see me teach and meet my students. I couldn’t help but laugh at everyone’s reaction; they couldn’t believe he was a black American and that he spoke English. Of course alllll the girls loved him and the boys wanted to add him on FB. Since he has left they still ask about him. He surely made an impression. 


Overall it was a good week and I am glad I got a feel of home for a little bit. It was just what I needed now that I am a third of the way through.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Remi


Say hello to my new roommate- Remi! 

This little darling was spotted roaming the streets in my neighborhood. Unlike most cats in the area, this one did not run away when I tried to pet it. Instead, this little love bug curled right up to me and was selling herself for attention. Naturally what happened next was that I put her in my purse and took her home. [Obviously she was starving for affection]. This little kitty is the cutest thing ever, but don’t let her purr fool you. The moment I take my eyes off her, I find this little teacup of a kitten smacking the crap of a praying mantis or stealing the chicken off my plate. Oh Remi.