Friday, 26 July 2013

Keep Calm and Carry On


Durban, South Africa-absolutely breathtaking
I have been trying to figure out how to best express all of the feelings and thoughts that have come up  from my experiences so far, especially Robben Island. An island that was witness to so much pain, disease, and struggle yet was where the foundation was laid to end Apartheid; it is also a symbol of education, personal growth and the birth of  Mandela's A long walk to freedom.  We have learned about the Soweto uprisings of 1976 and reading Kaffir boy /watching A Dry White Season was helpful in creating a mental picture of the time. I was able to vividly picture the disconnect between education and freedom. It was saddening to read about a time when education was used as a tool to oppress and stifle human development, personal growth and liberty.

Depiction of township life through art
 Country of My Skull was able to shed more light on this because we read about how dropping out of school was seen as an act of rebellion against Apartheid. The struggle to redefine South African education and to engage people in the issues affecting the country is still very present and challenging.  Mandela was key in this change. I picture the influential voices of the fight against Apartheid; the students of the Soweto uprisings who gave up their right to an education for the fight and then the political prisoners of Robben Island who used any and every tool at their disposal to educate themselves as leaders, politicians and human beings.  It’s interesting seeing these two distinct groups of the population and how they were fighting against the same enemy but in very different ways.  Which example is the one that set the precedent for how education is viewed in South Africa? I see remnants of both but I hope that Mandela's legacy will be the one young generations hold on to for years to come. 

Flowers, kind thoughts for Madiba found outside the hospital
On Nelson Mandela day (July 18th) we visited a primary school. The students sang songs and we were greeted with such warmth, love and most importantly passion to education and learn. I believe that passion is one of the key elements of what drives us to continue with our education.  This sentiment can be inspired by many different things however, at a young age, the most influential thing in a child’s life are the role models he or she has.  What this particular school lacked in resources it made up for it in resiliency, drive and faith from its teachers and students. I was in a Kindergarten class and it was a very special experience because primary education is where my professional as well as personal interests lie. I am a strong believer in that by focusing on strengthening primary education programs we can make a bigger impact on a country’s socio-economic development.  If we can target the linguistic, physical and mental obstacles that seem to be left unaddressed then we can lower the dropout rates in secondary schools and actually bridge the gap between secondary and higher education.

Two of the most adorable 5 year olds you will ever meet
The students that I worked with were some of the sweetest kids I have come across and extremely bright. It was a class of 25 and the teacher taught a lesson while the students looked on while seated in the middle of the classroom. We were learning how to spell the letter K and after the teacher made a few examples the students split up and went to their tables. There weren’t enough tables so some stayed behind on the mat. She passed out blank sheets of paper and I helped to distribute crayons. I wasn’t sure if the lesson was more lax because she needed time filler but it came as a shock for me that they were expected to write letters with absolutely no direction. She asked me to check their work so instead I had them give me their papers one by one and I drew lines on their papers so they would know where to start the top of the letter and how much space to leave between the letters. The teacher encouraged me to take over the lesson; it was a bit difficult to communicate to them what I needed from them because they didn’t understand English. I used hand signals to show them what I wanted them to do. They caught on quickly but nonetheless, the inequality in the resources given to students across the country was evident. 

Kindergarteners!
The teacher helped me explain to the students what they needed to work on and she was very appreciative. She told me she felt overwhelmed at times because of the large classroom size as well as the lack of resources. I’m at a loss in envisioning a solution that could effectively aid all of the schools in need in South Africa. Most schools seems to be arbitrarily run by the administration and there is such a lack of governmental as well as administrative enforcement, which leads to students falling in between the cracks.  In my opinion, the schools are a microcosm of the national education system as a whole; each trying to find solutions to financial and administrative issue that plague them but not effectively communicating. Crime, drugs, rape, high pregnancy rates, issues over identity are all widespread and overwhelming for schools who are still trying to meet the most basic of needs.  Something inspring and powerful that I did see (and it is related to the passion that I touched upon earlier) is the unwavering pursuit of happiness through education.


Visit to an elephant conservatory
Some of the UNISA ( University of South Africa) students that we spoke to talked about empowerment and knowing that higher education was the way to freedom from poverty, ignorance and towards personal development. I have this hope that they are the generation who will bring along a new wave of further growth and development for South Africa. As much as we tend to focus on the obstacles that plague post Apartheid South Africa, I am constantly impressed with the resiliency and strength of the South African people. I feel it influencing the way I plan to live my life when I get back to NYC. For me, life in New York has been exhilarating, fulfilling but also challenging to say the least. I find myself clutching on to remnants of the person I was before moving there; it changed me and I was terrified  because the pace of city life didn’t allow me the opportunity to process  the changes that were constantly happening in my life. At times I was overwhelmed by the vast amount of choices and not always knowing if I was making the right one and the guilt that seemed  to  follow afterwards. What I realized in my time in South Africa, is that the parts of myself that I truly respect and love have never left me (I think we should all be conscious of what these attributes are within ourselves). I was also able to reconnect with my roots though I am not originally from here. A lot of that had to do with how  South Africa  is still trying to mold its own identity, the environment allowed me to have a clearer idea of  how I ahve matured and changed in the past year. Some things remain a constant, others evolve and it’s so important to make room for this change. I think that’s one of the most important lessons I
Life long dream come true :)

have  learned. I hope that when I return to New York City, I will be able to have a better understanding of how to handle the curve balls that NYC seems to love to throw at me. I feel that if I was able to process all of the things that I have learned in South Africa and most importantly remember the powerful, strong and influential role models that I have directly and indirectly met, I will be able to take on anything.  Below is a list of things that I had hoped to accomplish/remember while in South Africa. Some were accomplished, others not so much...whoops!  Nonetheless, the memories, friends and lessons learned are priceless in the end.



1. Live in the moment

2. Give as much as I can 

3. Learn as much I can 

4. Love as much as I can

5. Be patient 

6. Facebook only once a day (This one was the most difficult and not very successful)

7. Learn the language ( Dumela, le Kae)

8. RELAX (accomplished on most days)

9. Strive to be a better version of myself, a stronger, more optimistic, more open, more confident, more loving person

10. Have more perspective; what do I want, who do I want to be and want kind of people do I want to be surrounded with

11.Not dwell on things that can’t be answered in the present.  

Group shot ( Jess, Maura, Crysal, Dan) 



Monday, 8 July 2013

Lights will guide you home

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Nelson Mandela-Can you see the outline of his face?!
 I haven’t updated my blog in quite sometime mostly because I felt very lost as to where to even begin in terms of conveying to my friends and family what my experience has been like in Pretoria and in dealing with the new factors that have come into play now that I’m in a completely new environment. We left for Pretoria on Friday and like expected we have all come to know each other fairly well. I think what is most interesting from a psychological perspective is how people’s personalities are magnified and their feelings/emotions/mindsets are highly sensitive to their new surroundings. Studying abroad is just  unlike any other experience; we forge friendships instantly and divulge aspects of ourselves that may have taken us months to feel comfortable doing so in our home setting. It is all beautiful and terrifying at the same time.  We are all very diverse in our backgrounds, personalities etc. however, I strongly feel in my heart that each one of us has something to bring to this experience that makes us indispensable to the group. We all want to change the world and every day we share our passions, dreams and concerns, and through these interactions get greater insight into how we can practically achieve our goals. Though at times I face my own challenges in regards to retaining my sense of autonomy while figuring out what my place is in this group, I’ve realized that overcoming this struggle will only make me stronger in the end. 


 Our professor had asked us to think about what are the challenges that we face as a group and what must we keep in mind in order to achieve success. I didn’t realize what my answer was to this problem until today; it is essential to keep sight of what we want from this trip and what we can bring to the experience in order to keep harmony in the group. I personally feel that I made a choice to leave NY in the past and put my best self forward every day or at least try my very best to do so. I think we are all here for different reasons and it is so important to accept that just as we are on this journey together, you are also here as an individual. We all want and expect different things from this based on where we are in our personal and professional lives and that’s okay. After not having many people to talk to and interchange ideas with I jumped right in to making fiends and learning as much as I could from my follow classmates. In that I realized I was losing sight on my personal mission for this Summer, I had no balance.  I think this is something we can all relate to in our lives when we set boundaries and realize just how important it is to spend time alone.  If we aren’t at peace with ourselves then we become victim to losing sight of who we are, what our passions are and what we truly want for ourselves, As much as I love being part of a group, the best gift that my time in Soweto gave me was being at valuing my alone time. We all have different ways of figuring this out. 
 
West Orlando, Soweto-South Africa


 I feel rejuvenated after days of dissecting Kaffir boy, adapting to a group environment, and choosing to take a step back to allow everyone who hasn’t been in South Africa for a month already to adapt and see this beautiful country through their own eyes.  I am doing my very best to work through all of these different feelings and I think that this past weekend was what I needed to firmly plant my feet on the ground again. On Saturday, we visited the Apartheid Museum and my admiration for Mandela and my personal favorite; Anti Apartheid leader Desmond Tutu reached new heights. The sense of respect that was felt by the visitors and staff was instant; our tickets were indiscriminately marked with either non white/white stamps and we had to walk through the entrance that was marked on our ticket to give us a sense of what it was like during the time of Apartheid.  Desmond Tutu to me is the epitome of unconditional love, class, spunk and personality. He is Ubuntu and a new role model of mine J Later that day we went back to Soweto-a place I didn’t realize was home until I went back. We met our host families; it was interesting how kismet our pairings felt.  Our host mom and her daughter Lerato (sound familiar anyone?) were lovely. You know that feeling when someone hugs you and it’s so warm and loving that you truly feel hugged and as a consequence of that; safe? It was just like that. It was the beginning of my homecoming. 

Mama and her girls
Maura, Jo and I were taken all over town with our new family and we visited the Mandela home and Tutu’s home (two Nobel peace prizewinners on one street) Unbelievable!! We also learned that our Mama knows how to have a good time! She took us to a restaurant where we were later joined by her friends and family and two of our other classmates who have become like brothers to me.  I believe that if you surround yourself with people who radiate positivity it will spill over and you will see it’s effect in the people that gravitate towards them and that night I was surrounded by friends and family who were doing the best and simplest thing; living life. I had the opportunity to speak to a young man named Kaye who everyone joked
Marc, Jo, Dan and our new family and friends :)
was the Kanye to my Kim (yes, yes, I had a good laugh as well), Anyway, he was telling me about this dream he has for his generation to take a stand and take South Africa in a new direction; one where Apartheid will never be forgotten however, it’s people won’t be reminded of it because they still live in the same conditions of that time. Hearing him speak reminded me of what I felt during my time in June, so much hope for this beautiful country due to the immensity of its heart. 





Homecoming at Tsogang Sechaba

It all came full circle when I visited Tsogang Sechaba with the rest of the group today.  Seeing Poppy and the warm welcome I was met with by the staff made me feel whole again. I didn’t realize how close I was to losing sight of what I came here to do. What I promised myself I wouldn’t let go of.  I felt so proud of hearing Tony explain to my follow classmates what it is we do at Tsogang Sechaba and how our fight is a daily one but the future of the amazing children that come to us is what motivates us.  I was also happy to hear that our expansion proposal is still on its way to finally becoming a reality and I am looking forward to being a part of it!  Each city that I have visited has varied in aesthetics, but one thing has remained the same; that fight, that awareness of the long road ahead but not losing hope of the dream being realized.  I have finally after this insightful weekend have realized that I can’t help what other people think or do especially on this type of trip, all I can do is choose how I will react to and make sure I keep very close to my heart and mind what type of experience I want this to be and not let anything stand in my way of what I came here to do. I am looking forward to writing my research proposal, mostly because I will get to expand on the immigration issues plaguing the country and learn more about education reform in this area.  I’m on my way and I promise not to leave y’all in the dark! 
 



Sunday, 30 June 2013

On to the next leg of the Journey; Cape Town!


Table Top Mountain


V&A Pier
So day two of Cape Town can be checked off as Success!  My time in Soweto ended on a high note with treating the kids to hot dogs and spending as much time as possible with them before I left.  I can’t even begin to describe the amount of love that I found at Tsogang Sechaba, Poppy holds a very dear place in my heart; I will miss her amazing stories about standing up for herself in a time where women and Africans were not allowed to even fight for their rights.  Tony is also a role model of what we should all strive for in our lives, following your passion and contributing to the betterment of society. As trying as my finals days were at Tsogang Sechaba, being able to pay my respects to the families of the wonderful people I met who had passed on helped me to get closure and to appreciate the fact that I’m still here and living life to the fullest. I look forward to being able to apply all of the lessons I learned and the stories that were shared with me to the courses I will be taking with Professor Moja.

Back on the water!
As far as Cape Town, I was taken back by the fact that I was a bit culture shocked when first arriving; Soweto, was a completely different world and it is mind boggling to me that it is only two hours away from CT (flying) yet, they are as different as night and day. Cape town is picturesque and ideal with its beautiful mountains; peaks coming through the clouds and the reflection of sailboats on the water...it’s perfect.  Though, you still sense the presence of segregation to a certain extent and it’s the most interesting thing to observe how far South Africa has come since the end of Apartheid, yet it has a very long way to go.  I’m still trying to understand not only the history of South Africa, but the issues that the country is dealing with at the moment, Immigration and the devastating effects that the lack of government involvement has had on education has sparked my interest. I think it will be my research project while here in SA.  I am beyond thrilled to start learning from Professor Moja; I don’t think I’ve felt this much glee over a class in a long time!

 
J&H group dinner :)
So far, I am enjoying my mini vacation until my classes begin on Tuesday.  I have visited the V&A Waterfront which has a mini “London eye” tons of delicious restaurants with fresh seafood and tasty bakeries! It reminds me very much of Barca, the mountains, the ocean, the palm trees all come together to make something truly magical. I spent my first day exploring the area and treating myself to a mini-shopping spree; I am completely justified due to needing clothes urgently since I definitely under packed! The night before last we all went out to dinner to this Victorian-esque restaurant/bar called Jekyll & Hyde. We feasted on “tapas”, Tequila beer and some delicious South African Red Wine. Everyone so far is enthusiastic about the program, very outgoing and looking forward to some awesome adventures! I relish in the fact that I still get opportunities to make new friends at NYU, considering I pretty much know everyone in my own program so this is all extremely refreshing!  Everyone always ask me if I miss my friends/family and I do but at the same time, taking what I learned in Soweto and pairing it with what I know will be a significant experience here in Cape Town and Pretoria;I know I made the right choice. Sometimes you don’t get to choose the changes that come about in your life; they are sudden, sometimes jarring.Then those opportunities come along where you do have a say in taking on an experience that will change you, mold you and strengthen you and that is exactly what this has been. Time is flying by way too quickly so  I’m trying to live in the moment as much as I can!



Friday, 21 June 2013

Play me that Chemical Romance/ The Fray/ One Republic violin


I'm not sure why the past two days have been such a struggle for me; I don't feel homesick, gotten used to the food and I’ve been pretty productive at work yet that emo title could completely be applied to me right now. I’m thinking it has something to do with the readings I have started doing for my classes in July including Kaffir Boy; The True Story of a Black Youth's Coming of Age in Apartheid South Africa by Mark Mathabane.  Every single time I start reading this book, I become completely engrossed in it; learning about the struggle against Apartheid while living in Soweto, South Africa, has been an experience I know not many get to experience. I’m so grateful for Poppy, Tony and Seth for sharing their stories with me.  While reading Kaffir Boy, the author very vividly depicts the life and death situations he faced as a child, the terror he lived through, the complete loss of faith in humanity and at times himself. I really didn’t want to keep reading this book but I knew I had to. I'm glad I did, I was inspired by this young man's 'American Dream' it brought new meaning to the phrase for me.

I don’t normally consider finishing a novel a victory by any means, considering I genuinely love to read! I think that what made this a victory was the fact that just a few miles down the road from where I'm currently staying, there are ghettos like the ones depicted in Kaffir boy; sure they aren’t raided by police on a daily basis and people aren't being indiscriminately killed by the authorities however, the hunger, the sadness, the lack of electricity and poor sanitary conditions are all still there. Do you really have a choice of where to live when you are unemployed due to not being a SA citizen, tending to child who although was born in SA is refused a CSG (child support grant) by the government which is contingent upon a parents nationality? I wasn’t aware that that so many of the people who lived in these shacks were mostly immigrants escaping war and even harsher conditions than the ones they lived in now.

 It seems no matter where I go my research is driven by immigration (Deja vu Spain) and the terrible consequences of it when governments refuse to establish proper procures and guidelines for the changing dynamics in their country. Maybe my frustration stems from that fact that I don’t know much about South African laws and politics besides the little knowledge I have acquired in the past week and half. It seems that what I did learn back in the United States doesn't align with what SA citizens have to say. Also, I’m learning through fieldwork, these kids who aren’t being awarded the 290 Rand (approx. $30) a month they rightfully deserve and much more in my opinion, are my kids. I play with them, I work for them, I’m able to put names and faces to the statistics I read about in the papers and other pieces of literature.  I look forward to being able to apply all of these experiences to the academic work I will be doing in Cape Town and Pretoria in July; I want to make it all mean something already...

One of the things I miss most is the sunset setting on the NYC skyline and the many times I took for granted how privileged I was to live in a city my kids idealize.  I also miss the sound of the rain, as I would fall asleep under the coziest blanket in my parent’s home in Florida. Those are two of my favorite memories from my home. It’s a different story here; when I go to sleep at night, instead of seeing stars I see smog and that smog comes from the fires that are being lit in the ghettos of Soweto where electricity consists of a wire on the ground throughout the compound. It's winter here, so these fires just remind me that at least they found firewood for the night. 

* Be a dreamer, be an achiever, and be yourself.


         This week has been a test of patience, endurance and faith. I hate feeling helpless, and I needed to snap out of it so I called my Mom, a very wise woman, who also told me to snap out of it and added on that I should do what I set out here to do; which was to help out by offering my skills and expertise and to just be what the kids needed me to be. Today, the kids needed me to be play ball with them( don't laugh those who know my sneakers are for gym use only) and I did. We started off as a group of 5 and before I knew it I had almost 30 kids ganging up on me, chasing me around a soccer field and telling me afterwards what a great time they had because they got to see me that day. 

It’s funny how being there for them was exactly what I needed for myself.  I understand what people mean when they say 'it’s why I do what I love.'  It isn’t easy and that’s something Tony says to me on a daily basis. This work while still facing the daily struggles of life is not easy but for some reason it’s easier almost instinctual to choose this path than any other. I’m as ambitious as they come but I strongly believe that there is a fine line between greed and ambition and the latter is what propels me to one day be the best at what I do and the former is what I think happens when we lose sight of the idealist in ourselves and in our responsibility to give back to the world if we are in a position to do so. 



Sunday, 16 June 2013

First week in Soweto

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My home for the month of June
My 16 hour journey to South Africa wasn’t one of those horrid flying experiences you hear about all the time; the TSA lines were actually quite short, no crying babies on the fight or obnoxious strangers attempting to make small talk so that they can end up sleeping on your shoulder. Still, I had a sense of fear of the unknown and it had taken a whole day of flying for me to accept  the fact that I was leaving my NYU bubble and that it was about time I got out of it! Arriving in South Africa, I just had a feeling of calm as soon as I passed through customs and was welcomed so warmly by passport control ( no sarcasm surprise surprise, they were extremely friendly)!  I looked around for Tony, the founder of Tsogang Sechaba who so graciously offered to host me in her home. Seeing her for the first time, I just knew she was one of those people whose presence is always be known in a  room; tall, strong and fierce, she was sporting a South African World cup outfit and we instantly clicked when we met.  She brought along Poppy, her right hand here at Tsogang Sechaba, Poppy is the strong silent type until you meet her and realize she is just a big softie whose voice is calming and presence reassuring.  She is one of those people who can keep her cool under pressure and I soon realized that is why she makes such a great team with Tony. 
Poppy doing her dance and being thankful for being able to provide these single moms with clothing for their newborns.  "God is good "-Poppy


On our hour drive to Soweto from Joburg, Tony asked me everything and anything;  as soon as she  found out that I was an only child, had lived abroad before and was a Taurus she had an African name picked out for me, 'Lerato" which means loved. She said it was something she just knew about me and that was why I was sent here to help her and the kids. She said she could sense that many people were waiting for me back home and that no matter where I was,  I was confident with my decisions and  the journeys I took  because I knew I had people in my life who genuinely loved me. –Who says things like that 5 minutes into meeting someone? Tony does. I have learned a lot about Tony this past week but I think that's a another post all on its own.


Our amazing cooks preparing food for the kids
 The rest of my week consisted of  early mornings and  joining the staff of 40 social workers, caregivers,  cooks, volunteers and office staff in prayer and song ( I can’t sing to save my life but I do make sure at least to clap on beat). Tony addresses the staff and updates them on any news or areas of focus for the day and then we say a short prayer and start the day.  I wouldn't characterize myself as a religious individual however, I highly respect the people I work with for their  faith, it is  what keeps them doing the courageous and often times trying and heart wrenching work they do. I didn't expect this to be a spiritual journey but I get the feeling it might be one as well. 

 I pretty much followed Poppy around like a lost puppy  for the first two days then the jet lag wore off and I came into my own. Every day I seem to be learning something different about what it takes to sustain an NGO here in South Africa where it seems the country would be in complete chaos without them. The most important is that titles at a grass root level NGO are just for paper purposes; everyone becomes interchangeable depending on what job needs to get done. Egos must be put aside in order for things to get done and they really are here. Poppy is a social worker and works with the Department of Social Development however, if a cook doesn’t show up to work she will pick up an apron and get to work. Each day they feed over 1000 children. They disburse their staff and have a few cooks go to different schools but at least 200 students come to the center everyday to eat because often times it is their only meal of the day.
Officially part of Tsogang Sechaba

I think that one of the best  aspects of this job is that not only do I get to see all of this firsthand but I'm actually able me contribute ideas of my own and implement them! It’s exciting yet terrifying at the same time because each project I work on directly affects these children; grant proposals, social media updating, funding opportunities...it all becomes more urgent when you see these kids on a daily basis. There's so much to be done, the work is endless. Speaking of the kids, they amaze me with their strength, spirit and spunk! I disappointed them immensely when I told them Beyonce wasn’t my personal friend or in my contacts list or Justin Beiber "the beibs." We’ve come to an agreement that they will teach me Zulu, Zutu and the 9 other official languages of South Africa with the exception of English of course in exchange for me teaching them Spanish and a few dance moves, guess which one I probably won't follow through on...
It weighed about 10 pounds but that didn't stop her!


It was a chilly day but we were all so happy to be a part of it






Today seemed like the right time to start this blog considering it is Youth day in Africa. In Soweto, SA  the people are focused on honoring the victims of  the Soweto Uprising of 1976;  a student led protest under the time of Apartheid.  It turned gruesomely violent when the police got involved and killed over 300 children.  Yesterday, a local radio station came and hosted an event for the children where they performed dance routines, learned about the importance of this day and also received goody bags to take home, they were beyond ecstatic!
Goody bags!
 Tomorrow is an extension of today’s holiday and Tony is going to take me to visit  The Mandela family home museum where he lived with his wife and children before being imprisoned for standing against Apartheid. There is so much history here and though it doesn't conjure up feelings of happiness, it is important to know it in order to understand why  things are they way they are now. I look forward to hearing Tony's stories as well, considering she met Mandela and was part of the protests. Her words are more powerful than anything I could ever read from a book.

 I seem to learn something new every hour of the day here and it’s an overwhelming, sobering and humbling  experience. Every person has a story and as long as they want to share it with me, I want to hear it.  I’m realizing how important it is to be like Tony says a visionary and to dream big. It’s idealism with a dose of reality and they come together to create something truly wonderful and it’s so great that I get to see it in action.