from a snowy walk in the Rattlesnake, Missoula, Montana

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

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.

Friday, May 9, 2014

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!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Snaps of Lehututu Life

 Valentines Day Dinner

School kids 
  

School kids  

School kids (they really like my sun glasses) 

GBV talk with the girls  



Check out that pinkie nail! In America it would be for coke...but in Botswana its either a mosquito scratcher or a status symbol... 

Well, Texans you should be ashamed that the good people of Botswana are using your name for meat (it looks like spam)

Painting a mural of the world at school!  



Reading is FUN!

Recently at school I started our own version of “accelerated reader” at my Junior School. For y’all who don’t know, accelerated reader is a reading comprehension program throughout school districts in America. You read books and answer questions--easy peasy right? Not always....the questions are deigned for the reader build their English comprehension.

The schools in Botswana are taught in English, as English is one of the official language of Botswana. I have very mixed feelings about this...mainly they surround the fact that the students at my school have a very poor comprehension of English. English is taught in school from Primary 2 (aka 2nd grade) by the time students are in Junior School (8th, 9th and 10th grade) the students are to be fluent...Well, thats the goal anyways. In all honesty, most of the kiddos at my school are not fluent in English--the grades are horrible as a result. Where has it gone wrong? I blame it on the teachers and the teaching style, of course not all of  it is their fault....but....

As a result, I started a reading program at my school. I was inspired by other PCVs who have similar programs in their schools. I was also inspired by my own students, I teach English remedial in the library and the kids who attend just LOVE to read the books.

The students read a book and complete a simple book report form describing the book to me. After they read 1, 3, 6 and 10 books they receive a prize! Let me tell you, last week at school the kids almost fought over the books!

On a personal note, I have read about 150 books since I have been in Botswana which averages 7.5 books a month! Now, I must admit, some of the books are mindless romance novels (Nora Roberts and Danielle Steel....) but others were more thought provoking. I have to admit, Nora Roberts, while she is my go to mindless read--she is a little predictive. Somewhere along 5% boy meets girl, then about 50% girl will go out with boy (or vise versa) then they will have MIND BLOWING sex then about 85% they will get into a fight then at about 95% the boy will realize how amazing the girl is then propose a very sudden marriage. Then at 99% they are married and its about 5 months into the marriage and they are expecting a child. Don’t judge me--sometimes you need a little romance in your life....


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Let’s Talk About It!

For those of y’all who don’t know, I wrote a PCPP Grant to fund a women’s empowerment workshop called Let’s Talk About It: Leadership and Empowerment for the Next Generation. 
Here is the news paper article Sarah and I wrote about our project. Disclaimer: for those of you lucky ducks who donated (and clicked the notify PCV box) y’all are getting thank you cards! This information is in the thank you card. But, who doesn’t like getting mail, especially from Botswana! 

One year
$2,500
50 village women
4 counterparts
5 PCVs
2 venues
a healthy dose of stress
a splash of last minute meltdown

Stir to mix well. Bake for four days in sweltering 100 degree Kalahari sun and what you have is 50 vocal and empowered women! GLOW camps are trés popular in the Peace Corps world; they are wonderful events to put on and be a part of. Hundreds of girls throughout Botswana have been energized and empowered but what about their mothers and grannies? In a grown up style GLOW camp, five PCV’s empowered adult women from Kgalagdi North District in two villages over four days. Let’s Talk About It: Leadership and Empowerment for the Next Generation as it was called was a mammoth achievement by Ashley Rice, Sarah Stewart, Tate VanWinkle, Lee Smith and Adriana DeMarco. 

It all started one year ago when Ashley and Sarah were sitting at the Kgalagadi North Month of Youth Against AIDS event at the Tshane Kgotla....
We had the ladies do affirmation statements!  

Modeling “good” communication and listening skills 

Lets practice our communication skills!  

Condom time!  

Our empowered ladies doing condom demos!  


My lovely Lehututu ladies!  



Gosh darnit! The women were so happy they burst into song and dance!  

Whew! Tate, Sarah, myself and Lee 


 The Kang group! 



A community discussion and panel were being held when a mosadi mogolo stood up and said, “We don’t know how to talk to our kids about HIV/AIDS.” The old woman talked a little bit more about the cultural practices when she was growing up and how they don’t address current problems. Simultaneously, Sarah and Ashley looked at each other with excitement in their eyes. This could be a project! The brain storming began that evening over pizza and wine. After developing a rough idea for a workshop, volunteers from the surrounding villages were invited to take part. Tate and Pam, Bots-12, jumped on board. During one of the planning sessions, Sarah suggested using Power Parents written by Botswana RPCVs, the Dorans. 

Because Kgalagadi North is a large sparsely populated district, we decided to two separate workshops, one in Kang to cater to Kang and the surrounding area and one in Hukuntsi for women from Lehututu, Tshane, Lokgwabe and Hukuntsi. Each workshop would be two days long- a full day on Friday then a half day on Saturday so the women could spend time with their families. 

What about funding? Initially we wanted fund our workshop 100% locally. After several unsuccessful meetings with the Ministry of Youth, Sports and Culture we decided that a PCPP would be our best choice. For the 25% community contribution required by the PCPP we used donations in the form of labor and materials. It took months to get the PCPP on the PC website but within two months we had P19,000 pula in our bank account! We were ready to go!

The basis of the workshop was to give women knowledge (and power) to share the information they learned with their families and communities. For sustainability, we chose to make a notebook full of information for each woman to take home and share. Several boxes of wine, a pan of enchiladas, 10 glues sticks, and countless paper cuts later we had 55 notebooks full of handouts and space for note taking! Making the notebooks was a labor of love, and it was cheaper than buying binders. 

To advertise for the workshop, we put up fliers throughout Kang, Hukuntsi, Tshane, Lokwabe and Lehututu. Potential participants filled out applications to weed out those who just wanted to come for a free lunch and a t-shirt. The application included questions about challenges women face as parents in Botswana and how the participant would use the information learned in the workshop. The fliers generated so much enthusiasm that we rearranged our budget to accommodate 50 women instead of the original 40 that we had planned. 

The workshop was organized so each session built on the information discussed in the previous one. We opened the workshop with a session about communication, where we covered basic communication styles, listening skills and conflict management. We then gave the women homework: to have a conversation with their child or spouse that evening at home. After communication, we focused on the meat and potatoes of the workshop, how to talk to children about sex. A large portion of our PCPP was money to buy every woman a copy of Power Parents.

During lunch we screened the STEPS film One Love One Life and had an awesome discussion. We wrapped up the first day with a session about financial management and gave the women their own budget books, donated by an NGO in Gaborone. 

On day 2, we opened with a communication follow up, discussing the women’s experiences talking to their kids the night before. One woman explained that when she tried to tell her young grandchildren about childbirth, they insisted that babies are born when a woman vomits her child out of her belly. After hearing that, we were reinforced in our conviction to teach women how to talk to kids about sex. 

We spent the next few hours talking about Gender Based Violence. We discussed GBV, symptoms of child abuse, what to do if a child/friend reports abuse, and Botswana sexual abuse laws. In a performance worthy of the silver screen, Sarah and Ashley demonstrated GBV warning signs, including jealousy and explosive temper. Lee and Adriana got everyone feeling with In Her Shoes, followed by an emotional discussion. To lighten things up after the heavy GBV session, Sarah led a short guided meditation. Tate wowed us with her stress management skills and goal setting techniques, which the ladies loved. 

Day 2 ended on a high note, STIs and condom demonstrations. Who doesn’t like talking about sex and playing with condoms? Running low on condoms in the Kang workshop, the ladies fought over them! There was a short ceremony, where each woman was given a certificate, a hug by each PVC, and an envelope full of affirmations. The months of stress, the many meltdowns, and the hours on the phone were all worth it when the women, one by one, sang and danced their way up. 

Reading our own affirmations and the feedback that we received from the women who attended the workshop, we are confident that the workshops made a lasting impression here. Many days PCVs feel like we haven’t made an impact, but when you stand in a room with 25 women singing to God in appreciation of your hard work, you can go back to America knowing that you did something amazing and lasting. We also have two posters reading “jaaka mosadi, ke nale bokgoni jwa go...” (as a woman, I have the power to...), covered in the womens’ handprints, with statements completing the sentence. These posters are testaments of our unique ability as PCVs to empower women and will be circulated around the area’s kgotlas. 

We would like to give a shout out to Jim Robertson (Bots-14) for all of the gluing, taping and toting he did for our workshop! We couldn’t have done it without you!

Some of our favorite “handprints”:

As a woman, I have the power to be treated with respect and to be loved!
As a woman, I have to the power to be single and happy!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

On race ...

I was in South Africa shortly after Nelson Mandela passed away, I have to say, his passing in Botswana went without fanfare. It was on the news, however, in my observation people weren’t affected by it. Batswana would say things to the effect of “he was a good man” “a hard worker” etc etc.  South Africa was a different story. Everywhere you looked there was a memorial of some sort. Here are some photos from Cape Town. 








Being a white female in Botswana comes with an interesting set of privileges. Often, I find they are uncomfortable privileges. Botswana is a largely black country, whites are in Maun and Gaborone. In rural Botswana where I live, being white is a “novelty” there is a common thought that all white people are amazing at everything. Its uncomfortable. Traveling in South Africa….was interesting. I think that many Americans are overly sensitive to racal issues. White guilt? I am not sure…
As a white American watching interactions between whites and blacks in South Africa (and even in places in Botswana) is frankly uncomfortable. The slums outside Cape Town are literally fenced off. I saw an advertisement to  “visit the other South Africa” which was a slum. Because you should take a slum tour? Like people who are forced to live in substandard abject poverty are animals in the zoo? 
I don’t mean to diminish the racial divide that is in America either…however I have never been so aware of my whiteness before. Perhaps I was just living in an mainly ignorant filled bubble in America. Or a bubble filled with little to no diversity...