Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Oh London, London I hope it's not raining where you are


I am in London.
No, I lied. I am in Heathrow Airport, which is close to London, but not close enough. It's too far to explore.
I haven't really slept much yet.
They are playing Spice Girls

Goodbye my friend (I know you're gone, you said you're gone,
but I can still feel you here)
It's not the end (gotta keep it strong before the pain
turns into fear)


I have a song stuck in my head.

How come everytime you come around,
My London, London bridge, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, we goin’ down like…

Monday, May 26, 2008

Left and Leaving -- ish?


Last night I hung out with some great friends to really embrace my last night in Canada. Took in some McDonald's, went to church, and was sure to shower (hygiene is not usually of importance to me, but since I hadn't showered for a week, I figured it would put me over the top to add two full days of air travel grease). I didn't get to bed until about 3:30 am and was up at 4:30 am. My departure was 7:45 am and was meeting at the airport early with my Dad and Dean. Alissa drove me to the airport and as we drove I glanced at my ticket.

Departure 745PM

PM!!

PM!!

So we turned around and headed back to Alissa's. So much anticipation -- destroyed. What a great way to start off my trip.

I hung out with my Dad and Dean for the time leading up to my ACTUAL departure. We shopped. We were done shopping and got to the airport to check in.
Lynn (the director of Forward Education) told me I could collect all my paperwork and bring it with me to South Africa to obtain a visa. That's exactly what I did. Apparently, that wasn't good enough. They wouldn't let me in. The airline lady said that South Africa is extremely hard to get into. She told the story of an executive doctor man who flew to South Africa without a visa. As soon as he arrived, they imprisoned him for 2 days, charged $10 000 and flew him back right away after.

This was serious business.

We tried to figure out my options. What made my options difficult was the ticket that I had purchased. I received it through a travel agency and it was called an IT (International Tariff). Apparently this is a super highly discounted ticket and the airline has NOTHING to do with it. There are major restrictions that have to do with it, and the airline cannot change it.

Shoot.

BUT somehow, the lady worked her magic and they changed my flight so that I would come back August 21 (3 months is the longest stay allowed without a visa). So I'm coming home August 21.
But not actually.
As soon as I get to South Africa, I need to try and change my ticket. The airline lady couldn't tell me if this would even be possible. She said, "You'll just have to deal with it there."

So welcome to my first day.

I shouldn't have eaten buffalo chicken fingers for supper.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Two Days.

Well, it is exactly two days, fourty-eight hours, before I leave. I woke up early and can't seem to move from this spot. There are so many feelings stirring and brewing inside of me.
scared
anxious
excited
lonely
stressed
overwhelmed
uncertain
Saying good-bye to everyone in the last month has only brought me to tears once. That was yesterday, saying bye to Grandma Gadsby. But perhaps that sample is biased as the whole day was just awful.
Uncle Jim died. Hardest funeral of my life.
And it is that reason too, that I wish I could be here. For Jillian.
I've known for 5 months that this is what I am supposed to do. But as I get closer, the feelings of sureness are slowly slipping and becoming consumed by feelings of fear. That is to be expected, I guess. On a wedding day, getting cold feed is common.
I'm marrying South Africa.

Friday, May 2, 2008

Darryl

Darryl is my teaching parter who has already gotten started in Masoyi. This entry is bits and pieces of one of his blog entries. He talks a bit about the students and the program.

"There are seven students in the bridging program, all orphans who were selected based on leadership potential and their dedication to community involvement. It is remarkable to think that many of these students are actually the heads of their households—some even have younger siblings in their care in addition to their studies and community work.

Their level of dedication is impressive. Contrasted with the attitude of the average Canadian student, it is all the more striking; they want to be here and they want to succeed. They recognize what most of us as students in Canada do not, that education is a blessing and should not be taken for granted. They are well-disciplined, hard-working, and respectful. Yet for all of them, English is their second language, or “first additional language” as it is called in the South African education system. Their native language is SiSwati; learning in English is a constant struggle for them and unfortunately it's an uphill swim. The South African education system is certainly not geared towards empowerment. The solution for the poorer performance of impoverished black South Africans has been to constantly lower the passing grade (it now stands at 30%). This, I gather, is easier than improving the quality of teaching in order to actually provide students with the means to succeed.

The goal of the Forward Education Program is to improve the student’s education and teach them the skills needed to succeed and gain entry to universities or other institutions of higher learning. This will empower the students, rather than simply push them through the system, and will enable them to return to their communities as stronger and better-equipped leaders. Strengthening a community from within is really the only way to build it up in the long run. By investing in these youth we hope to see a lasting improvement in their lives, the lives of their families, and the community as a whole. It is by small, yet crucial, steps that this can be accomplished. As I would learn later in the week, the Forward Education Program is only one small component of the comprehensive development network known as Masoyi Home-Based Care.

Yesterday was my first day with the students. I have a tough enough time remembering English names—strange-sounding SiSwati names like Mduduzi, Mxolisi, and Nokuzola don’t make it any easier. They even have a funny clicking sound in their language that I don’t have the faintest idea how to emulate.

They’ve purposely waited to formally incorporate me into the Forward Program so that I have a chance to learn first-hand about the broader work of the organization. Central to the Hands at Work care network is the Masoyi Home-Based Care Program. There are about fifteen branches to the program as a whole, including Orphans and Vulnerable Children (OVC), Young Moms, Better Choices, youth programs, food programs, and afterschool education assistance, among others.

The major focus, however, is on the home visits made by the care workers of Masoyi Home-Based Care. The program is completely run by community members and all of the care workers are locals as well. Hands at Work helped to set up the program and provides ongoing support, but the goal is to empower local members of the community to run all of the day-to-day operations. Patients are referred to us by clinics, family, friends, neighbours, or simply by word of mouth. Today I'll be sent out with some of the care workers to get a first-hand sense of the work that they do on day-in and day-out basis. To be perfectly honest, I don't really know what to expect. Maybe having no preconceptions is a good thing."

-Darryl