As I wandered along the dusty road to the Combi (taxi) stop in Masealama, I peered across the wide valley that stretches into the vast Limpopo wilderness. This ancient land is dotted with trees and aloe vera plants and is flush with dry, thorny brush. In terms of wildlife, not too many large and dangerous animals live in these parts, except for cattle, a few species of extremely poisonous snakes and spiders, and smaller animals such as goats, dogs, and cats. A few hours drive to the east is Krueger National Park where people go to see the large ones! Lions, rhinos, and leopards, “Oh My!” Alongside these creatures, people have succeeded in making a living around this area for thousands if not hundreds of thousands of years. The sheer length of time that people have lived with one another in this area alongside lions, rhinos, and leopards, is difficult for me to comprehend. Africa is indeed the cradle of humanity.
To be honest, these past couple of weeks have not at all the easiest experiencies I have ever had. Though I have only been in Masealama for a short period, fatigue and frustration have come easily to me. I constantly have to ask for help and direction from others, leaving me feel ignorant, weak, and vulnerable. I can’t even speak the regional language of Sepedi, which places a huge roadblock in the way of my efforts to communicate with most people. Though many people here do speak English, it would be much easier for me to communicate if I were able to speak Sepedi. Not to mention, I do not know anything of cultural norms such as greetings, child rearing, religious beliefs (both outward and underlaying) and how to cook and eat food. I’m trying to learn the language and other aspects of culture but that will be an ongoing process. I am not very used to feeling as helpless as I have been here.
Despite these feelings of helplessness and loneliness, I have had guidance and grace from members of my community to fill my journey with humor, learning, companionship, newfound friendships and most of all, love. I am extremely thankful to those who have showed warmth, grace and humor with me as I have struggled to adjust. From my experiences, it seems that struggles, although in various degrees of seriousness during the situation, can be filled with humor.
While I awaited the arrival of the Combi for about thirty minutes, my friends stuck out the wait with me because they felt that I shouldn’t wait alone. So we hung out, had a few laughs and fake-wrestling matches. What a great and simple time it was.
In another instance, I attempted to wash my clothes in the washing machine the other day, which seemed to be simple enough. Just load, turn the washer to the right setting, and then unload, rinse, and hang on the clothesline. Seems easy, right? Well I had no idea that if I did not turn the drain nozzle all the way to the right, water would spill all over the floor. As expected, the process did not go completely right and I succeeded in spilling water all over my bathroom floor. The woman helping me laughed and laughed as I struggled to clean up the water and prevent more from spilling out of the machine. We spent a few minutes sloshing over the drenched floor with rags to sop up the residual mess. Although I seemed flustered, she did not seem to mind in the least. Why should it bother me?
Friends, grace and love are wonderful things. Without them, we would go around constantly mad at one another for miniscule mistakes such as spilling water onto the bathroom floor. The woman who helped me could have been frustrated and angry with me for spilling water on the floor, but she chose to laugh, shake it off, and join in on the clean up. Wow. How can I incorporate that sense of forgiveness into the small moments of my own life?
Update of the week:
Started work at a Cresche center, which is like a pre-school and daycare for very young children. For me, it has been such a wonderful joy to be working with kids except for the post-breakfast period when the young ones, the one to two year olds, are completely covered in their porridge. Though I try my best to help feed them, they remain as dirty as ever…which makes cleanup all the more exciting! I think this is the best parent training I’ve ever had.
Began singing in a church choir with people my own age. It has been great to get to know some more people with whom I can relate on many facets of life. We traveled to a nearby congregation this past Sunday and had a choir competition. We will be moving on to the Dioces-wide competition on September, 30th in Polokwane! Go Turfloop parish!
Structure of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in South Africa:
Congregatation > Parish > Circuit > Dioces (Synod)
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