Friday, July 15, 2011

Preps of Mtuba

The Mtubatuba crowd is known for sporting some stylish Brooks Brothers' polos.  No big deal.  And these are not the richhy riches, but rather the gogos (aka grandmas) carrying mealies on their head.  Hells yes.  Badass.  Now, how do these gogos happen to get their hands on some fancy schmancy Brooks Brothers' polos you ask?  Well, you can thank Mpilonhle for that.

It all starts with a man named Allen Stanford, who controlled a little group called Stanford Financial Group.  Ever heard of him?  Sound familiar at all?  Well, in February, 2009, the Securities and Exchange Commission described their alleged fraud as a "massive Ponzi scheme".  Way to go dude.  Well, apparently Mr. Stanford's hobbies, other than scheming people out of their money, include golf and helping sick children, and so his company sponsored an annual golf tournament called the Stanford St. Jude Classic.  So you can imagine that after this announcement in February, the golf tournament planned for a lovely Spring day opted to drop the "Stanford" from the name.  But, preparations had already been made, such as shirts and hats and golf towels being branded.  Well, shit.  Now what to do?  Obvi, donate it to poor Africans.  Duh!  No one is gonna wear that stuff in the US, and it's good karma to do one last kind deed before being locked up in the slammer.

Word on the street is that this bloke isn't being treated too hot in the big house, so Mike has suggested that we send him some pictures of smiling Zulus sporting his wares.  Maybe it would brighten his spirits.  Maybe even earn him better treatment for helping some brothers out.

Anyways, seeing the shirts, etc. walking around town always brings a smile to my face, both because it is a nice symbol of our organization's impact and reach, but also cause it's fucking hilarious to see these mamas and babas and gogos sporting their baby blue (not to mention light yellow embroidered) Brooks Brother polos.  And who doesn't appreciate a quality shirt?

Here's a mama sporting the polo at one of Tim and Claire's garden trainings

Close-ups of the snazzy polo.  Ballin'!

Lindiwe modeling one of the hats while enjoying the football game.


Close up of the lovely Stanford embroidered logo
While we are at it, you should meet Nozipho (L) and Lindiwe (R), the other two ladies that help take care of the house with Sibongele and Nonhlahla.  Nozipho is Nonhlahla's sister, and Lindiwe takes special care of us kids in the guest house.  They are the best!  Love them to death!

Monday, July 11, 2011

By popular demand...

WELL HELLO!  I've returned by popular request, aka Lauren.

Where to begin?  Well,where did I leave off?  Ah, yes, GITA!  Well, since gita, I have held another peer counselor workshop.  Definitely a different group of kids, but still very successful.  These learners were new to the peer counseling world (whereas with the last group, many of them had been trained in previous workshops - another example of the South African curse of perpetual workshops but no implementation, which is what I am trying to change up), so it was their first exposure to a lot of the material.  My team also got switched up a bit and I got to work with a couple different social workers, including the infamous Andile and one of our new interns Thapelo, who is awesome.  These elements, plus just having the experience of doing it once before and using the same material more or less, made it a very interesting learning experience for me, watching what things unfolded exactly the same and what took on a totally different direction.  Overall, a success.  My team is going to go introduce all of them to their schools next week (first week back after holiday) at morning assembly (oh yeah, btw, definitely did some morning assembly announcements for the last group trained, which involves me getting up in front of 1000+ Zulu kids and basically making a fool of myself, definitely worth a story/post).

I had a day to sort things out post-workshop/pre-holiday before Claire and I were off to Swazi (aka Swaziland) for Bushfire, a local music festival.  Highlights of the weekend?  Well, the lekker dance, obvi, and definitely the first night's line-up.  Unreal.  The headliner and known/expected hit was Goldfish, a South African legend.  A couple of my favorites:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjwoit91SxU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAdX_nwXlrY&feature=related

But, the best and brightest moment of the night had to be the "surprise" opening act.  I mean, they were on the bill, so no surprise at their presence per se, but rather their sheer awesomeness was a surprise.  Let me paint you a picture.  Smoke machines.  Trippy electronic music.  Then this guy walks on stage and gets behind the tables and starts to spin:
And then two beautiful African women in traditional clothing appear and start singing backup of African melodies.  Slowly, a band starts forming as giant black men playing guitar and bass, etc come out.  Claire and I are already looking at each other with "This is going to be awesome!" in our eyes.  All of a sudden, I grab Claire by the arm, "Look!", pointing to stage right.  We see a figure cloaked in a spotted fur cape with a matching fur pillbox hat, head down, swaying to the music on his pimp cane, waiting for his entrance.  We look at each other, "Where is this gonna go? slash This is only gonna get awesomer!  Hells yeah!".  Oh, and did it!  Soon enough, he swaggers out to grab the mic and take the stage, front and center.  He starts to belt it out.  Damn g.  Not bad.  He finally pops his head up and opens his cape:
What?!  Holy shit!  He's white?!  He' white!  No freaking way!

Claire and I were instantly obsessed.  Their music was flipping awesome!  Afro-electro-disco.  Beat that!  We danced our little hearts out.  Couldn't help it.  It's music you just have to dance to.  A little taste of the good stuff:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DnZ36BxDeM

So, of course we had to buy the CD.  The amazing album cover that just speaks for itself:
Pretty badass, if I say so myself.

The rest of the weekend was just icing on the cake.  One of the other highlights for me was a local Swazi hip-hop group, Siyinqaba (do the click, you know you want to...), that headlined the second night and were awesome, not only because they had a song called "Wrap it up".  Gots to love it.  Overall, a fantastic weekend.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Gita!

While waiting for a ride back from a meeting at one of the high schools the other day, I heard some drumming and had to go check it out.  What I found follows:


The drumming that called my name...
...and DANCING!
The boss man and his apprentice... turns out I walked in on a traditional Zulu dance class.  I have gotten opportunities to see Zulu dance before, but it was a special treat to see them doing it not as a performance (often for tourists) but for their own enjoyment.

One of my favorites... notice the shadow :)

Drumming and chanting...
 


My vantage point...



The audience...

Midair shot...

My absolute favorite... the classic Zulu kick... it's unbelievable... you would not believe how many shots I had to take to get this one...
I also took some badass videos which I will upload on Facebook...  Enjoy!

Peer Counselor Workshop

So once I got back from all this vacay, it was actually hardcore back to work.  I had managed to put together our workshop for peer counselors in the few days I had actually been at work the previous three weeks.  It's amazing how things run so much smoother the second time around.  There were many less moments of "Jess, haven't you done this?", "No! No one told me I had to do that!  What are you talking about?!", which is always a good feeling.

I was looking forward to this workshop in particular because I really enjoy working with the learners.  I love my job for a myriad of reasons, but at the end of the day, working with them is really what makes it worth it.  They are totally aware of the challenges and problems their peers and communities face and want to do something about it.  You don't find that every day.  They are willing to do whatever it takes.  They are starving for anything you can give them, information, support, guidance.  When I've mentioned that we could do workshops but it would have to be on a weekend or holiday, they don't even pause, of course they will come, as excited as ever.  It's unreal.  When you ask them about the challenges facing adolescents in their schools and communities, they are quick to mention teen pregnancy, HIV, drugs, violence, etc. etc.  And then they tell you about the campaigns they are organizing in their schools about these issues, on their own, it's incredible.  But, you get the sense that few adults actually ask them these questions, their opinions, their perspective, and they just blossom right in front of you, more than happy to share their wisdom.  I truly learn just as much from them as they do from me.

Just to give a sense of the contrast between the adults versus the youth when it comes to these issues, in our workshop for educators, one-third of the expected participants showed up, while during this workshop for the learners, one-third OVER what we expected showed up.  I had asked each school to send eight learners, but teachers and principals insisted that they could not just send eight, there were too many students interested.  I understand this issue is more complex, but the extremity gives you some sense of the motivation of the youth and why I find them so inspiring.

They not only show up, but they are also prepared to learn.  Like any good adolescent they come in with their opinions, which they are ready to state pretty strongly, but they are also incredibly receptive.  They are open minded, willing to consider when you suggest a new way of thinking about things.  They obviously have questions, but that's the brilliance of it, as you literally watch their minds work, take in information, process it, and fit it into their world view.

Let's give an example:  We did a values clarification exercise commonly called "Four Corners", where the group can choose how they feel about a statement from four choices: Strongly Agree, Agree, Disagree, Strongly Disagree, and then physically move to the appropriate corner.  I made our exercise "Three Corners" based on a suggestion from an exercise book and felt it made the learners feel a little safer by offering: Agree, Disagree, and I Don't Know.  Anyways, we did a number of statements, including "Women should understand that a man needs to have many sexual partners at the same time, even if he is married".  I would say most people were under the "Disagree" heading, and decently sized, but smaller groups under the "Agree" and "I don't know" heading.  Boys and girls were in all three groups.  So, I was honestly intrigued with the "agree" group, so I asked them why they felt that way?  A young man who hadn't done a lot of speaking yet raised his hand: "For us Zulu men, our role model is President Jacob Zuma and he has five fives, and so I should/want to too.  Yes."  And you know what?  He was right.  On a certain level, I totally and completely respected this explanation.  The president of this country is a polygamist, and even within these marriages, he is well known for not being faithful.  Yes, we have our share of presidents who were not faithful, but man did they get some major flack for that.  Not such a biggie here.  Here, a great example of me learning from them.  He very quickly helped me understand how Zulu boys at his age see the situation, something I probably wouldn't come up with myself, being so stuck in my white American femi-Nazi perspective.  I don't necessarily agree with his perspective, but I respect it, and that is the first step in trying to influence values and beliefs.

Then Buyile, my co-facilitator from Ipas, made a suggestion: "Now change the statement from generalizations about women and men, and make it a you statement, so instead of 'Women should understand that a man needs to have many sexual partners at the same time, even if he is married.', say 'I should understand that my partner needs to have many sexual partners at the same time, even if we are married.'  And this applies to both boys and girls".  Suddenly there was quite the uproar.  Oooooooooh!  How!  Boys and girls moved to the "disagree" heading.  I couldn't help but smile.  To watch them, with open minds, take on the challenge, and so easily adapt, potentially changing the way they approach the world.  It's pretty incredible.  They aren't like us crotchety old adults, stuck in our ways, wiling to fight tooth and nail to our death for our way or the highway, but these learners are still forming, still developing, still moldable, willing to listen and consider.  It's pretty incredible.  I guess the scary part is that they are theoretically vulnerable from these influences from every direction.  I'm just hoping we are pointing them in the right direction.

Pictures From Day 1
The Class



My fearless partner, Buyile, from Ipas


Learning about sexual and reproductive health and rights








Some solid group work going on

Day Two Pics


This is an exercise where they had to draw a dog, a tree, and a house holding the pencil together with no talking, showing that we communicate with more than just words


Some more group work, this time to prepare for a charades like game of acting out different emotions, again to learn about nonverbal communication, in this case understanding that a person doesn't always have to tell you something is wrong for you to know

My fearless partner part deux, Sne

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Beyonce brings pantsula to the world...

Ladies and gentlemen... Beyonce brings pantsula to the world...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmMU_iwe6U

It is in the beginning part.  The two guys dancing with her in the front are actually Mozambicans (who are heavily influenced by South African music and culture) who have their own pantsula/kwaito(that's the music) dance group.  She saw them on YouTube and asked them to come help choreograph her new video and then actually put them in it.  Way to go Beyonce.  Very cool, very classy.

Kwaito music and the pantsula dance come from the townships and is pretty much what we listen to and do here.  Kwaito is house music with African rhythms behind it and pantsula is... well... just watch the video... it's good stuff.  Enjoy!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Blyde

Holidays Part Deux

After our Cape Town adventure, we had a couple days of work, and then Easter vacay, aka Spring Break... well I guess in this case, Fall Break.  Fall Break 2011!  What what!

I started my break with a nice little beach weekend with the girls, which included Claire, Angie, and their PCV friend Ryan (girl Ryan).  It was good times.  A little horseback riding, good food, drinking and dancing, LOTS of dancing, with LOTS of different characters, some solid beach time, homemade Easter brunch with mango mimosas, girl talk, some solid cultural exchanges with Afrikaaners, some late night bike riding, you know, typical Easter weekend.  The motto of the weekend became: "St. Lucia... things get really weird, really fast" so you can imagine the general gist of the weekend.  Good times had by all.

The second part of the week, my roommates and I trekked up to Blyde River Canyon, the largest green canyon in the world.  It's about an eight hour drive from Mtuba, Northwest from here, so inland, near Nelspruit.  We did some badass hikes and saw some amazing sites.  I'll let the pictures do the talking (Thanks to Jason for a lot of the people pics - apparently I'm not too social of a photographer).

If you look reeaaallll close, you can see the boys in the middle right of the pic

Full view of Lisbon Falls

Potholes
Absolutely gorgeous rock faces, reminded me of cubism...

And they just go on forever and ever...

The waterfall where we had lunch on our hike Day #1
Soaking our tootsies
The boys being, well, um boys....
As I mentioned, the hikes were badass... aka not easy

The three rondovals, one of the most spectacular views of my life, a photo cannot do it justice

I'm queen of the world!

Pre-hike - notice how excited I am.

The waterfall where we took a mid-hike dip.  Coldest water I think I've ever swam in.  No joke.  Colder than the Pacific.





Post-hike

Cheers world!