




Some friends have said ‘You must have endured such hardship wandering in out-of-the-way corners of the earth.’ I have. But such count for nothing, since I have lived in Nature’s boundless halls and drank deeply of her pleasures. Where does hardship figure when the reward is such? ~ Ernest Henry Wilson
…..It’s been too long… The August break was fantastic!School was extended for an extra week so that teachers could grade exams – which meant that I played a lot of games, read a lot of books and threw a lot of frisbee with my kids. It also meant that I had precious little time to prepare for my 2 weeks away from my house. (Mainly, try to make it inhospitable for the giant roaches that inevitably take over while I’m gone.) We closed school on Thursday. Saturday the water stopped working at my house and I headed down to a fancy hotel in Mombasa for Cross Sector Training only to be called by my neighbor and told that the water was back on and they could hear it running (and running and running) in my house. They turned the water off outside but that meant my neighbor’s water was off too. So Sunday I missed language training and took the 2 hour matatu back up to Malindi to check my faucets. The water was off again and when I tested one of the faucets you could hear the pressure so there is no way I could have left a faucet on. Sijui! If it was the toilet they’d just have to keep turning the water off outside. (Maybe there are benefits to holes in the ground instead of western choos.) But, luckily, there were no problems after that. 2 hour trip back to Mombasa and I made it in time for lunch!Cross Sector Training is paid for by PEPFAR (President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief.) It was the best training we’ve had so far! Our counterparts joined us and provided good insight in discussions. One of the major factors we discussed about the prevention of HIV/AIDS is that in America condom use was already common before the AIDS epidemic really started. Now, in America, there are many other reasons to use a condom – reasons you probably consider before you even think about AIDS. In America, buying your first condom is proud moment. But, in Kenya, condoms seem to be seen solely as “AIDS preventers” and, therefore, are stigmatized. You’re ashamed to buy condoms (or even take them for free) because it’s often questioned, “Why does he need a condom? Does he have AIDS?” “Why do you want to use a condom? Do you think I’ve cheated?” etc. How does that change?We learned a few games to play with our students to teach about HIV/AIDS, visited Camara and the Mombasa Trade Fair.We also had a slightly heated discussion about the new Peace Corps reporting thing-a-ma-jig that seems pretty impractical. We’ll see what happens… Will Windows Excel macros work on a Mac? Sijui! Do I even know what I’m talking about? Hakuna! Does it even mater, if most volunteers (worldwide) didn’t bring a laptop and have to pay per minute to download/upload everything with extremely slow internet?The food, the bed, the HOT shower(!!!) all added greatly to the benefits of going to another training!And then, there was Zanzibar!!!After training, Paul, Charlotte, Alyssa, Matt and I went to Zanzibar for a week of vacation! We spent 4 days in Stone Town shopping and eating; we went on a Spice tour and ate at an amazing outdoor seafood market – I had shark, octopus, many different kinds of fish, calamari, and sugar cane juice is delicious! Then, we headed to Paje Beach on the east coast for some major beach time at a nice little resort! We even had a bathtub!!! (Thanks for the bath salts, Ryan!) There were an amazing number of languages to overhear and it makes me wonder, what makes Malindi almost solely an Italian tourist destination but Zanzibar a universal tourist destination. Maybe it’s just because it sounds so cool! “Zanzibar! Zanzzzibar!” The beach view from our resort was definitely a picture you see on postcards but never actually get to visit! The flights to and from Zanzibar were on small planes that we walked out onto and made Paul feel famous but made me sick to my stomach. (They were worth it but, it’s unimaginable to me now that I once paid to do stunts in an airplane!) Is there a boat I can take back to the US?!Now I’m back home. I’ve had a few different projects; evicting/exterminating the roaches, meeting with other PCVs, teaching sign language to VCT counselors, cleaning… but, I’ve also had a lot of time to relax.I turn 26 on Tuesday. Not really sure how I feel about that. Here’s some new info about Virgos that I hadn’t heard before:Your birth tree isWeeping Willow, the MelancholyBeautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner.hmmm…Just found out my house mama had a baby boy today!Lots of pics as soon as I can get down to Mombasa!
With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the open road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected. ~ William Least Heat-Moon
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One thing I like to do where I travel is find local honey. (Although, I have yet to be able to accept the idea of palmetto bug honey that I saw at a shop in Gainesville. I don’t care what you say, they ARE roaches!) Honey is my latest excitement in Kenya! Because, not only is it local but also, you usually buy it from the person who made it! Sometimes I buy honey from the Kipepeo Project in Gede (which is a 10 min matatu ride south of me.) But, a few weeks ago, Charlotte (knowing about my fascination) bought me some honey from a man in Kilifi and, today, a teacher brought some to school to sell. These people don’t have labels made for their honey and they often use old soda bottles to send it home with you. I’m in love!!!
The past few days I’ve had a few online and phone conversations with friends and family and I’ve realized that I should have a mini Kiswahili lesson for everyone so that if when I slip you’ll understand. I don’t know much but there are a few words that have found there way into all of my conversations and I really don’t know how I ever lived without them.
na – and
bado – not yet – “Kiswahili na Giriama bado”
bas – enough/that’s it/only – “I have one brother, bas.” (Almost always accompanied with the sign - even if I’m talking on the phone.)
sawa – okay – “I’ll meet you in an hour, sawa?”
I expect that by the time I come back to the US these should be catching on as slang…. So much better than “uber”!!!!!
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Here’s a mix I threw together about a month ago for my dog. (Sometimes I just need to get out of my head.) I haven’t had time to confirm but according to itunes these are all Track 05 songs. That’s significant because my dog is named Fiver (after a rabbit in the book Watership Down by Richard Adams.) Future cover art will definitely include a frisbee.
Hi, Fiver
Details Of The War Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
You're My Flame - Feat. Sia Zero 7
Capturing Moods Rilo Kiley
i thought i saw your face today she & him
Josephine Teitur
Octopus’ Garden The Beatles
Pictures In An Exhibition Death Cab for Cutie
Saint Simon The Shins
Paper Bag Fiona Apple
Stealing Romance Portastatic
days that are over Sondre Lerche
august Rilo Kiley
No Other Way Jack Johnson
Lonely Lonely (Frisbee'd Mix) Feist
Someday Strokes
she sends kisses The Wrens
Sailor & Widow Keren Ann
Unpersuaded Moving Units
Teeth in the Grass Iron and Wine
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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This week I’ve decided to throw out the syllabus!
I’ve come up with my ultimate goals for my 2 years of teaching. Everything I teach should:
1. improve KSL conversational skills
2. improve English vocabulary recognition
3. be FUN!
So, we’ve been playing a lot of games this week.
During “Science” class the kids pair up, each team gets a card with 15 animals and they must match the animal name to the picture. I don’t really believe these children need to know what a platypus is but they love the game. After they’re through matching they get to draw the animals in their books and they always enjoy showing off their artistic skills.
For “English” class I use another game my mom sent me in which you pick a card and must decided the category it belongs in (Clothes, Furniture, Body Parts, Toys, Animals, Food.) I’ve altered Hangman slightly by actually signing the word and then they must guess the spelling.
In Maths (spelled correctly) class we do a lot of the normal problems out of the text book but I’ve also added games like (my favorite in Elementary school) “Around the World” with addition, subtraction, and multiplication and I’m planning on trying some logic games like Sudoku – my thoughts being that by discussing the logic and their reasoning with me the kids will improve KSL conversational skills.
In “Social Studies” today we looked at a new book about the world and I explained any picture my students asked about. My kids were appalled to learn that there is vessel in an Iranian temple that has been burning for over 3,000 years. I couldn’t get a clear answer as to why, but they decided that this was very bad. I made an Origami crane while looking at Japan. While looking at the page about Mexico I promised my kids we would try and make a piñata. On the United States page there was a picture of an American family camping and I found myself promising I would try and teach everyone to make S’mores (there’s got to be marshmallows somewhere in Kenya.)
I’ve decided that I’m not really concerned whether these kids can write a grammatically correct sentence but I want them to be able to write basic sentences:
I like run. I run yesterday.
And, when they see a sentence:
Water will be off for the next 14 days.
They should be able to understand. (And, yeah, that sentence is true. I spent the last 2 hours filling every container and bottle that I have with water.)
So that’s my motivating week. Hopefully this will continue for a while!My counterpart has been out sick since school started and had to have surgery last week. She’s home and doing better now but may not be back at school for a while so I’ve taken over her Standard 5 classes.
The kids are always fascinated when I tell them how I got to Kenya and how far away America is. About once a month, they pull out an old (1960’s or 70’s) Worldbook and have me show them where I’m from, where they live, and where the Italian tourists are from. My mom just sent me a book about time around the world and how, when you are at school, somewhere else in the world kids are going to bed or just waking up. So I want to do a unit on that. Then I got an idea that I need your help with…
Pictures!
Lots of pictures!
I want pictures of my friends and family showing that people of all different backgrounds/colo(u)rs/races live together in the US.
I want pictures of places you have lived and visited – other states and countries.
And anything else you might think my kids would find neat or strange or interesting.
The kids are always excited when I get mail and I open letters while I’m at school and then tell my kids if they’re from a friend or family member. Now, we can discuss where the letter came from, how long it took to get to Kenya, and maybe even figure out if the person who wrote it is sleeping right now. The kids will be even more thrilled that my mail is for them too!
I may not be teaching Class 5 by the time I start receiving letters but that’s okay. I’ll make sure all of the kids get to see and discuss the pictures. They don’t need to be quality photographs, of course, just print a few out if you can and I (and the kids) will be forever grateful.
Love and miss you all! And, yes, I know you want pictures too! Pole pole, pole! (Slowly, sorry!)
A person needs at intervals to separate from family and companions and go to new places. One must go without familiars in order to be open to influences, to change. ~ Katharine Butler Hathaway
So, here I am in Malindi, Kenya. I’ve spent one night in what will be my home for the next 2 years and I’ve visited my school. My school is very large (about 2,000 students) but the Deaf unit only has about 22 children. Tomorrow I go to school to observe and decide which classes I would like to teach.
My counterpart is very kind, lives close-by and has fed me 3 meals today and taken me with her to drop off her daughter at boarding school. I met with a current Deaf Ed volunteer who lives not far from here. We ran into each other saturday at a KSL class for teachers that she helped with and she came to visit me today and show me around town – the beach, the good shops, good food, etc. Still, I had my little freak out yesterday and this morning worrying about teaching and what I’m doing for the next 2 years and fretting over the roaches. (They’re much bigger here than in Florida!) But walking around town today I got excited about buying things to make this house feel like a home (and some bug spray.)
I’ll see what tomorrow brings (and what visits me tonight.)
Erin