I wanna be like Harry!

I recently started to “read” Harry Potter, actually I was listening to the audio books. I was never really a HP fan back home. I have never, until this year read the books or watched all of the movies. 

But man o man. I am hooked. First off: The man who reads the audiobooks, has the best voice in the world. Secondly: HP is actually pretty freaken’ amazing. Mad props JKR! 

I was only a book in before I was hooked, so hooked that I have had more than one long conversations with people (mainly Katy) about how awesome it would be if we were witches and in the Peace Corps. Or really, just how useful magical skills would be in life in general.

So I have compiled a list (not limited to…)

Owls: Owls would be handy for many reasons, we wouldn’t have to spent hours of our lives waiting in the queue to mail a letter home. We would owl it! Out of air time? No matata! Send an owl! Feel like you just need some entertainment in your life? Get a pig-wiggen size owl. Done and done. 

Apparition/Disapparate: Its month end and you need money and groceries but don’t want to be crammed like sardines in the bus. Disapparate. Really wish you could see your friend for the weekend but don’t want to spend hours on the bus. Disapparate. Man o man, I am tired of getting Botswana lap dances on the kombi. Disapparate. 

Invisibility cloak: Now, I realize that this is a very special cloak and not every magical being has one….But I need one. Not in the mood to talk to people or have people scream legoka at you? Invisibility cloak. You want to go for a jog but don’t want men stopping and picking you up? Invisibility cloak. 

Spells: Oh my goodness, what spell wouldn’t work. I think really, just having the ability to preform a spell would make our lives completely different. Lets say you don’t have electricity (like me) that can be easily fix! Tired of sweeping? Just bewitch your broom to sweep for you! There can be lots of down time in the Peace Corps, what a great time to prefect and create  a wide variety of spells! 

Brooms: I think this would be ace. I don’t know what I would want more sometimes a broom or a wand….Want to go on a game drive? No problem! Just hop on your broom and have a scenic view of the Delta or Transfrontier. Its month end? No problem, just fly on down to your shopping village.  

I feel like I need to stop…I could go on for days about why I need to be a witch, really, this obsession is getting out of control. I cannot count the number of times I have looked seriously at a person and said “man I need an owl” or some Harry Potter related line. 

But if anyone wants to get me an owl as a gift….

Botswana lap dance

My parents said that so many things happen in Botswana that would make a great movie script....Or a line in a stand up comedy. This is just one of those situations.  

I just wanted eggs. Is that too much to ask? 

We haven’t had petrol (gas) recently, so its been hard to get a lift out of the village to Hukuntsi (12-15ks away) to buy food. After waiting for a lift for an hour, just as I was debating the pros and cons of walking 5ks to the main road for a lift the kombi shows up. There were about 24 of us waiting to get into a 18 passenger van. The orderly sense of queuing was lost in an instant. Frankly I just wasn’t in the mood to push my way on the kombi so I stepped aside. Which worked in my favor….for a short moment. Someone saved me a seat! Although, it was perhaps the worst seat ever—right by the door in the front. Just as I am getting cozy with the granny next to me, a man decides that he MUST get on the kombi. There was about a foot of space in front of me—which is more than enough room for a body. 

So he straddles me. 

Yes, thats right. He straddles me. If I were to move my leg, he wouldn’t have had children. 

Thank god I bathed this morning! And was wearing perfume! 

So we rode like that, him straddling precariously on me. One tap of the breaks or sharp turn and he would be on me like white on rice. 

I should have slipped pulas into his belt….

And guess what. There wasn’t an egg to be found in Hukuntsi. 

10 years on

May 2014, my parents visit to Botswana 

High School Graduation, May 2004 

Its been 10 years since my high school graduations….10 years! Am I really that old? It seems like just yesterday I was a fresh high school graduate, ready to take on the world (or just leave west Texas…)

I was one of the few who went out of state for college, even one of the fewer who went farther than Oklahoma or New Mexico. 10 years on, I am not sure where we all have ended up…but I suspect I am still one of the few that are living outside the hallowed grounds of Texas. 

Looking back over the past 10 years, I have to say. I am pretty dang proud of how I have turned out. 

I have graduated college, I am a final report away from my Masters. I don’t own a home or have a dog—but thats okay right now. 

I have gotten myself in to debt and out of debt. 

I am serving my country. 

I am an intelligent, vocal, independent woman. 

I don’t have any children and I am not married. I am okay with that. Fundamentally, I don’t think that I would be happy if I was saddled down. One day, marriage will be nice. 

I am honest to a fault—Its my fatal flaw. 

I don’t have regrets. Life is to short to have regrets.

I live life how I want to live it and I answer to myself. Maybe I am just selfish? 

I have a lot of fun. Life is too short not to have fun and see new things. 

I have hitch-hiked around southern Africa. I have seen the world, met new people and opened my mind. 

When I go to bed at night, I know I am living my life how I need to be living it. I have a wealth of experiences I wouldn’t have been able to acquire anywhere else. At the same time, if I ran into you at a bar, I couldn't carry on a conversation about children or owning a home. 

Everyone has their bad days, I wont lie and say there haven’t been nights where I wished I had a house and a fence and a man, maybe a few chickens too. But all in all, I am the satisfied with my life. And that my friends, is all one should want at the end of the day. 

Healthy Mind Healthy Body

Healthy Mind Healthy Body

I think the Peace Corps funk can sneak up on you, follow you around like a shadow then become a grey cloud that weights you down. My Peace Corps funk has been a shadow—for a while now. Then it became a cloud. A cloud that I am going to consciously fight. 

Winter is coming, the days are growing shorter and the nights longer. Its hard not to want to climb in bed come 630 when your house is now dark and cold. Its hard  to get out of your warm bed and face the day until the sun is streaming through your window a good 12 plus hours later. It took me a while to realize what was going on, I would climb into bed with unbrushed teeth and an unwashed face just to “read” come 7pm I was snoozing and would wake up at 2am ready to face the day only to look at the clock and realize what time it actually was. So I would toss and turn for hours only to fall back asleep at 600 when my alarm was going off. Dragging my tired self from bed all out of sorts I would grumble about my life. This goes on for week after week. 

Some time last month, I attended an Emotional Intelligence workshop with the teachers, we had to take self-reflective quizzes. As I looked at the questions I had a dawning realization. I am a different person in Botswana than in America. I already knew that before, but I am different in a way that I don’t like. Here, recently, I often find myself to be loosing identity, self-conscious, lacking confidence, emotional, moody, depressed, overly critical of others…..the list does on and on. I feel like I have lost a little bit of me, the good part of me. People often tell me “you are getting fat” I used to just be able to rub it off—-now… I just hide in my house, isolating and reading bad romance novels. The fact of the matter, I gaining weight, this is something that I am well aware of every time I put on my pants or try to run. 

I need to reclaim that part back. Starting Monday, June 2nd I am undergoing what I call “Health Mind Healthy Body” with the following goals. 

Wash your face twice a day

Brush your teeth twice a day

Work out 4 times a week and bathe on those days

Grow it, eat it, love it

Mindfulness exercise 3 times a week

Positive energy bounces back

Eat a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner

Drink wine only once a week!

Clean your house—you know it makes you feel better  

Write down your goals and keep them

When you put yourself in uncomfortable situations you grow and change 

Make the most out of the time left

Last year I joked about the coldness and the number of times I didn’t take a bath, all joking aside that was a dirty thing to do to myself mentally. If you live in filth, it over times corrupts your mental health. 

Its already been a few days....I went for the worlds most horrible run this morning. But I did it. I am feeling better about myself. I am feeling better about my future. 

I am going to tackle winter head on this year! And reclaim my missing self! 

Parents in Botswana

 My parents came to visit me in Botswana! We had to make the most of it! Hand washing clothes, water outages, power outages, driving in a country where traffic laws are suggestions! 

First arriving in Gabs! 

We spent a night at the Makgadikgadi Salt Pan 

My Botswana parents and my real parents! 

My dad--hand washing his clothes! 

Just sitting in Chapmans Baobab, this tree was once used as navigation as well as a postal box! Its only 3000-5000 years old! 

My parents on the Lehututu salt pan! 

Greens Baobab 

My mom and I have an obsession with baobab trees! 

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Bot Fly

Every day in the world of a PCV brings a different host of challenges. Coming into the Peace Corps, I assumed that I would have all sorts of wonderful stories about my intestinal conditions (aka me shitting myself) alas.....the only intestinal conditions I have gotten have been food poisoning or drinking unsafe water. I don’t have any pooping my pants stories. Sigh. And I haven’t lost a bunch of weight due to parasites in my gut....sigh.

What a let down.

But I did for a hot minute have larvae growing in me neck. That makes me a bad ass right?

I was bit by a bot fly. Yes. A bot fly. Please,  if you are not familiar just do a quick google search (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botfly)

I was bit on a Monday.....I didn’t think too much of it, until my bite started growing....and growing. You see, a Botfly uses a human or animal as a host. DO YOU GET WHERE I AM GOING?!?!

Long story short. It was pretty traumatic, the only way to safely rid yourself of your new friend  is to let it grow then you hope to pop it out (like a zit).

Well, lets put it this way. I couldn’t bring myself to let it keep growing. You could feel it wriggling around in you (especially after putting anti-itch cream on it).

After a few mini melt downs (it was mentally stressful) I knew I couldn’t handle it any more. So I aborted it. I squeezed it enough times I killed the larvae. And what do you know?!? Then I ran a fever for two days and my body was trying to digest what was going on.

Now I feel that I have a little fly PTSD going on...In all seriousness. Bugs don’t bother me, well, they didn’t...now every time a fly flies around me....I get all anxious and girly.

Matters of the Earth

Since time is wrapping up at LJSS I wanted to a bigger more tangible project to leave behind--so we are painting a mural of the world! Its the World Map Project that most PCVs are familiar with. Its dawned on me over and over again that the students that I work with--and even many of the teachers don’t have a grasp on world geography. This is nothing different than America, I have a feeling that many Americans don’t have a solid grasp on world geography.  For some reason, the apparent lack of understanding of the world around them is more striking in my everyday life now. It is as if Batswana ran before they could walk. People are exposed to big news items (mainly celebrities and Obama) in the American media, but with little awareness of the happenings in South Africa or Zimbabwe.

I have always been rather fond of maps and geography, so doing this mural seems rather fitting. I started working with the art teacher and several art students in creating our mural. As of right now (school is on break) we have the grid and aaaallllll the countries drawn. I just purchased paint and we are ready to paint come June!

One of the students that I am closer to came to visit me after we started the map, she looked at me very thoughtfully and asked “what time is it in America?” I explained that the part of America where I come from it is about 8 hours behind Botswana. She was a little puzzled, so I explained time zones. Still, she was a little confused so I found tennis ball and a flashlight and drew an X on Botswana and an X on America. I then rotated the tennis ball trying to explain time zones and the sun. The light of understanding flashed in her eyes. As every good learner she of course had more questions! Then asked “do you sleep when its dark in America or in Botswana” I think thats a pretty dang good question (showing some budding critical thinking skills)! Since I am American, why would I not be on an American schedule!

More pictures of our mural will come!