this last week has really been one of starting to feel more comfortable here in swaziland, feeling more at home. which is lovely, considering that for the past two months (i've been here two months?!) i've felt really scattered and like i've been trying to figure out how to be myself here.
this past week our siswati classes ended. trevor, jesse and i had been meeting with babe shongwe every afternoon (mon - thurs) from 4:30 - 6:00 for language study. it was a process that was very frustrating at times, but also brought many unexpected surprises. mostly when babe (pronounced bah - bay, it means father, and is used as a term of respect for any married man) would get sidetracked from whatever he was supposed to be teaching us and get onto some topic like kudega. which is a kind of traditional swazi engagement which is actually more like a forced marriage. here's what happens: your boyfriend invites you over to his house to visit and meet his family. then, in the middle of the night, he slips away and comes back at 4 or 5 am with all of his relatives, who come and bang on the door of the room where you're sleeping. when you come to answer the door, they shout "we've dega-ed you!" (or however you say that in siswati) and from that point on, you're considered engaged. you're then required to sing until dawn, and make a big show of crying because now you're forced to leave your family and come live with your in-laws. so while you're singing with the women of the family, all the men from your inlaws family go to your homestead with weapons and knives and stick them in the ground outside your gate. when your family finds them, this is how they know that you will be getting married and leaving them.
that was only one of the many cultural episodes courtesy of babe shongwe, who also has a great sense of humor. one of the more hilarious lessons was just this past week, when we were learning HIV/AIDS-related vocabulary.
*this blog doesn't have a rating, but just be warned that what's coming up is definitely pg-13*
so we learned that the swazi word for condom literally translated means "a coat for the son-in-law" and that the word for penis is "gogo's cigarette". (just to clarify, gogo means grandma) we were all laughing until we cried and were left wondering WHO on earth comes up with these and WHAT were they thinking...
but these very enlightening lessons are now over and we're left on our own for language learning. so i continue to learn alot from my host family, especially the children, who never get tired of answering my continual question of "yini logu?" (what is this?). and percy (remember percy, the lemon-tree-climber?) has agreed to be my siswati tutor, so i'll start meeting with him next week, twice a week, for a little more structured time of siswati conversation.
i feel like i've learned more than i could ever want to know about siswati pronouns and noun classes and how to form negatives and the immediate and remote tenses of past, present and future... but the lessons have been really good in terms of an introduction to siswati and getting a feel for the language structure and some basic vocab. but i feel like the time of real learning still lies ahead. my goal for siswati is to be able to understand people and communicate with them, and to achieve this, i still have a lot left to learn.
the other thing i'm discovering about siswati is that i can know what every word in a sentence means, but still not have a clue what the sentence is saying. this is because a lot of words have multiple, flexible meanings, and you need to know the context to know what the word means in that context. siswati isn't just a language, it's very closely and intimately intertwined with the culture. which makes is a challenge to learn... but one that i'm enjoying, for the most part. it has its share of frustrations, but the rewards are tremendous.
it was the best feeling on the kombi the other night when i had a conversation entirely in siswati with the two women sitting next to me. i was so proud of myself! granted, it was just the basics, greetings, exchanging names, asking where i live, where i'm working, and hey! you speak siswati. well, a little bit, i'm learning... how much is the kombi... but i was just glowing afterwards because i understood everything they said and it felt like a normal interaction. and it was a little glimpse of how awesome it will be then i can actually converse comfortably with people.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
there is some kiss...
for those of you who appreciate poetry, i came across this poem a little while ago and it really spoke to me, especially the bit about the language door and love window. these are good words to hear when you are constantly faced with a language barrier. and i've found them to be true.
there is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. and the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! at night, i open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. breathe into me. close the language door and open the love window. the moon won't use the door, only the window.
- rumi
there is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. and the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! at night, i open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. breathe into me. close the language door and open the love window. the moon won't use the door, only the window.
- rumi
Faith Bible School
some of you have been curious about my work situation, so i'll give you a little information about who fbs is and what we're up to right now.
fbs was started in 1976 by zionist bishop isaac dlamini and mennonite missionary darrell hostetter. their goal was to provide biblical training to zionist pastors. the zionists are indigenous, african-initiated churches who initially rejected missionaries' interpretations of christianity and instead blended biblical teachings with traditional practices. a youth wing of fbs started in the 80s, and then the HIV/AIDS project began in 2001, emerging from a group of youth who were inspired by an HIV/AIDS workshop at a youth camp run by fbs. the initial mandate of bible training stopped, and now fbs's main activities are marriage enrichment, peer education in life skills, livelihood skills and HIV/AIDS, home-based care for those suffering from HIV/AIDS and their families, a youth health team that sings and does drama presentations about abstinence and faithfulness in local churches, and an annual youth camp. they still focus on the zionist community, but work with many other churches as well.
so since the focus of fbs has changed so much since it began, they are wanting to conduct a review to figure out what direction fbs wants to take in the future, and whether or not we should change the name to more accurately reflect the work being done. so we've had meetings to develop a questionnaire that we will distribute to those who are active in fbs right now, and to those who were a part of it in the past (eg. when it was still training pastors) to determine what services are needed in the community. so this week i finalized the form, and i think next week we will begin distributing it as well as going to interview some people.
the second big project is the youth camp, which will take place from december 16 - 21. about 250 youth from local churches attend. the executive committee at fbs has been busy planning the theme and the contents of the various workshops and the schedule. so this past week i have also spent time drafting letters inviting speakers, letters to churches inviting the youth to attend, and letters to businesses asking for donations for the camp. the theme is "make a difference" and we'll be focusing on the lives of four biblical heroes (mary, esther, gideon, timothy) who were able to make a difference, even though they were young. we're trying to empower the youth and show them that they can achieve their goals, and have a positive impact on the world. we'll be doing workshops on gender, relationships, HIV/AIDS and spiritual gifts. and also having sports and crafts time and we're planning the last day as a conference day where we'll invite the public and have speakers and the youth will present debates about what they've learned during the week. it already looks like it will be a really good experience and i'm looking forward to it.
fbs was started in 1976 by zionist bishop isaac dlamini and mennonite missionary darrell hostetter. their goal was to provide biblical training to zionist pastors. the zionists are indigenous, african-initiated churches who initially rejected missionaries' interpretations of christianity and instead blended biblical teachings with traditional practices. a youth wing of fbs started in the 80s, and then the HIV/AIDS project began in 2001, emerging from a group of youth who were inspired by an HIV/AIDS workshop at a youth camp run by fbs. the initial mandate of bible training stopped, and now fbs's main activities are marriage enrichment, peer education in life skills, livelihood skills and HIV/AIDS, home-based care for those suffering from HIV/AIDS and their families, a youth health team that sings and does drama presentations about abstinence and faithfulness in local churches, and an annual youth camp. they still focus on the zionist community, but work with many other churches as well.
so since the focus of fbs has changed so much since it began, they are wanting to conduct a review to figure out what direction fbs wants to take in the future, and whether or not we should change the name to more accurately reflect the work being done. so we've had meetings to develop a questionnaire that we will distribute to those who are active in fbs right now, and to those who were a part of it in the past (eg. when it was still training pastors) to determine what services are needed in the community. so this week i finalized the form, and i think next week we will begin distributing it as well as going to interview some people.
the second big project is the youth camp, which will take place from december 16 - 21. about 250 youth from local churches attend. the executive committee at fbs has been busy planning the theme and the contents of the various workshops and the schedule. so this past week i have also spent time drafting letters inviting speakers, letters to churches inviting the youth to attend, and letters to businesses asking for donations for the camp. the theme is "make a difference" and we'll be focusing on the lives of four biblical heroes (mary, esther, gideon, timothy) who were able to make a difference, even though they were young. we're trying to empower the youth and show them that they can achieve their goals, and have a positive impact on the world. we'll be doing workshops on gender, relationships, HIV/AIDS and spiritual gifts. and also having sports and crafts time and we're planning the last day as a conference day where we'll invite the public and have speakers and the youth will present debates about what they've learned during the week. it already looks like it will be a really good experience and i'm looking forward to it.
after seven weeks eSwatini...
so there aren't ten this time, but i figured i'd just write about things as i experience them so they're fresher, rather than saving them up until i have ten new things. (because after all, who wants to hear about stale experiences?)
1. oh, the marvels of electricity! my family's main house always had power, but since i have my own little thatched-roof hut, i had been using a propane lamp at night. but a couple weeks ago their uncle who works for the swaziland electricity board came and rigged up my little hut, and now i have a lightbulb and a electrical socket! so i can read as late as i want at night and now can heat water for my bath with the electric kettle.
2. THUNDERSTORM! last sunday i experience my first swazi thunderstorm, and it was amazing. so far we've had quite a bit of rain, but it's been the it's-grey-and-chilly-and-drizzling-all-day type. this was entirely different. the day was hot and sunny but with really strong winds, and then then entire sky clouded over in a matter of minutes. then there were hurricane-force winds which actually ripped the tin roofing off a few houses in our area, as i saw the next morning. and the power was out so we ate supper by candlelight, and all went to bed early. but i watched the storm from my window for a long time. the lightening was regular, in a pattern. it would backlight the mountains in the distance and then a few seconds later strike right overhead. and the thunder would shake the valley. it was awesome to behold.
3. emaasi. is something very dear to swazi hearts. in fact, my whole family was thrilled that we were having it for supper. they poured thick rivers of the rich sour milk over the moutains of liphalishi (maize porridge) on their plates. and i was up for trying something new. but as i began eating, no matter how much i kept telling myself that this was really no different than yogurt, it still tasted like barf. after it became evident that i wasn't going to be able to level the pile on my plate, zinhle took pity on me and made me and three year old tema (who likes emaasi about as much as i do) peanut butter sandwiches.
4. two weekends ago, i was lucky enough to be able to attend a traditional swazi wedding. first of all, i got about five marriage proposals right off the bat from men who were already well into the celebrations (by which i mean incredibly drunk for the middle of the afternoon). then the dancing troupe started heading towards me, and i knew i was in for it. they swept me up and we moved en masse to grace various people with our rhythmic stomping. and i was front and center, of course. it was a really interesting experience though. the atmosphere was really fun and positive, and some of the dancing was amazing. there was one point in the ceremony where dancers went one by one into the center of the chanting semi-circle of emahiya*-clad women, and they did these terrific high kicks. if a girl was especially energetic or talented, a warrior clad in skins and carrying a shield would run up and kneel down before her in appreciation, or sometimes she would get oranges or money tossed at her feet.
*emahiya: traditional swazi women's attire, the classic style is a maroon length of cloth printed with a large floral design, sometimes it is blue and depicts the king's face. it is worn tied over the right shoulder with the left shoulder left bare.
1. oh, the marvels of electricity! my family's main house always had power, but since i have my own little thatched-roof hut, i had been using a propane lamp at night. but a couple weeks ago their uncle who works for the swaziland electricity board came and rigged up my little hut, and now i have a lightbulb and a electrical socket! so i can read as late as i want at night and now can heat water for my bath with the electric kettle.
2. THUNDERSTORM! last sunday i experience my first swazi thunderstorm, and it was amazing. so far we've had quite a bit of rain, but it's been the it's-grey-and-chilly-and-drizzling-all-day type. this was entirely different. the day was hot and sunny but with really strong winds, and then then entire sky clouded over in a matter of minutes. then there were hurricane-force winds which actually ripped the tin roofing off a few houses in our area, as i saw the next morning. and the power was out so we ate supper by candlelight, and all went to bed early. but i watched the storm from my window for a long time. the lightening was regular, in a pattern. it would backlight the mountains in the distance and then a few seconds later strike right overhead. and the thunder would shake the valley. it was awesome to behold.
3. emaasi. is something very dear to swazi hearts. in fact, my whole family was thrilled that we were having it for supper. they poured thick rivers of the rich sour milk over the moutains of liphalishi (maize porridge) on their plates. and i was up for trying something new. but as i began eating, no matter how much i kept telling myself that this was really no different than yogurt, it still tasted like barf. after it became evident that i wasn't going to be able to level the pile on my plate, zinhle took pity on me and made me and three year old tema (who likes emaasi about as much as i do) peanut butter sandwiches.
4. two weekends ago, i was lucky enough to be able to attend a traditional swazi wedding. first of all, i got about five marriage proposals right off the bat from men who were already well into the celebrations (by which i mean incredibly drunk for the middle of the afternoon). then the dancing troupe started heading towards me, and i knew i was in for it. they swept me up and we moved en masse to grace various people with our rhythmic stomping. and i was front and center, of course. it was a really interesting experience though. the atmosphere was really fun and positive, and some of the dancing was amazing. there was one point in the ceremony where dancers went one by one into the center of the chanting semi-circle of emahiya*-clad women, and they did these terrific high kicks. if a girl was especially energetic or talented, a warrior clad in skins and carrying a shield would run up and kneel down before her in appreciation, or sometimes she would get oranges or money tossed at her feet.
*emahiya: traditional swazi women's attire, the classic style is a maroon length of cloth printed with a large floral design, sometimes it is blue and depicts the king's face. it is worn tied over the right shoulder with the left shoulder left bare.
life is like...
life is like a lot of things. but today i'm thinking that it's like driving in the swazi mountains - you're always either going up or down, and you're never on a flat plain. that's kind of what my emotions have been like so far: i either feel really good about being here, or things are really difficult. and for the past few weeks it's been really difficult.
as i mentioned a bit in one of my previous blogs, i think i had unrealistic expectations about how i would fit in here. people look at me and just see one in a string of many white, american volunteers. they can't tell what kind of experiences i've had, like living for 13 years in benin. and even if they could, why should they care? as i'm learning, west african and south african culture are vastly different. and why shouldn't they be? they're on opposite ends of an enormous continent. but it's been a bit of a rude awakening.
and also, i know what it's like to be on the other side, receiving a string of volunteers and interns. and how they kind of blend into each other as they come and go. so i'm not surprised when my coworkers at the office forget and call me "nomsa" (the swazi name of the previous salter). but it hurts. because it reminds me how separate our lives are. and it reminds of how essential it is for development work that you settle down and really get to know a place. when i think about the relationships and level of understanding of the culture that i have here compared to how i am able to operate in benin, there's such a huge difference. and it makes me cringe to think about all the miscommunication and confusion and damage caused by well-meaning volunteers who come in trying to help, but with no understanding of the context. and so all i can do is acknowledge that i am an outsider here, and then be sensitive and open to learning as i interact with others and learn the ropes here. and this process is exhausting and difficult, but i know it's necessary and well worth the effort.
as i mentioned a bit in one of my previous blogs, i think i had unrealistic expectations about how i would fit in here. people look at me and just see one in a string of many white, american volunteers. they can't tell what kind of experiences i've had, like living for 13 years in benin. and even if they could, why should they care? as i'm learning, west african and south african culture are vastly different. and why shouldn't they be? they're on opposite ends of an enormous continent. but it's been a bit of a rude awakening.
and also, i know what it's like to be on the other side, receiving a string of volunteers and interns. and how they kind of blend into each other as they come and go. so i'm not surprised when my coworkers at the office forget and call me "nomsa" (the swazi name of the previous salter). but it hurts. because it reminds me how separate our lives are. and it reminds of how essential it is for development work that you settle down and really get to know a place. when i think about the relationships and level of understanding of the culture that i have here compared to how i am able to operate in benin, there's such a huge difference. and it makes me cringe to think about all the miscommunication and confusion and damage caused by well-meaning volunteers who come in trying to help, but with no understanding of the context. and so all i can do is acknowledge that i am an outsider here, and then be sensitive and open to learning as i interact with others and learn the ropes here. and this process is exhausting and difficult, but i know it's necessary and well worth the effort.
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