September and October were insane, I went back to the USA
and had amazing family time, got back to RSA for a week long camp GLOW, then
went to the city for a committee meeting where I gladly retired from being
chair of the Diversity Committee to only have to take on the role two weeks
later when both the new chair and secretary left early from Peace Corps to go
home. Then November rolled around, I was ecstatic for the election and denying
my birthday. The South African Postal System went on strike, so I was out of
two of my medicines as they are sent from the Peace Corps office. I figured I
could handle some of the discomfort and the ones I was out of I can live
without- I thought toughing it out was the PC thing to do. When I started
putting more energy into Community Health Worker trainings and I was getting
back to my normal site pattern I got sick. Apparently consistent vomiting,
blood where it shouldn’t be, and not being able to eat was cause for concern.
Shame.
All of a sudden I had to leave site (again), my supervisor
was not at all sympathetic and I felt not only sick but incredibly guilty for
leaving my GLOW girls and the community health workers (zero guilt leaving my
sup he can type CV’s on his own).
The PC officer was pretty sure I either had Schistosomiasis
or ulcers, either way I had to go to the city. I self diagnosed myself with
ulcers, I’ve had GERD since age 10 and with my meds screwed up it was the
obvious culprit. After a couple poo and blood tests the med officer ruled out
Schisto- so I was treated for ulcers. After about 10 days I could keep food
down and was on my way back to site. Yay!
At this point my countdown for holiday and for being done
with Peace Corps was in the front of my mind. Time was flying and I had to make
sure to make the most of everyday, even if I had little motivation or will for
the org (primary project) and just wanted to work with my kids- I knew I needed
to at least try AGAIN at doing something meaningful with the NGO. I continued
doing CHW (community health worker) trainings that I had been doing weekly,
focusing on HIV and basic health care. I started doing the trainings because
they asked me to, and there was an obvious need. Randomly the project manager
demanded I train them every day, at first I thought maybe this was a good sign?
Was he suddenly interested in the well-being of our clients and wanted to make
this a legitimate organization? Awoa!! NOPE! My silly optimism tricked me once
again, he wanted to punish the CHWs because he knew they weren’t working all
day and I had a sneaky suspicion he wanted to punish me because as other
projects of mine grew I had less time to sit and be his secretary. After
several painful conversations it was clear that I would not 1)do these
trainings daily (for a lot of reasons) and 2)I would not do them by myself
(although I was predicting that is exactly what would happen).
I made a schedule of what I would be able to do and
explained how and when I would need help. I enjoy the CHWs and I enjoy
facilitating these trainings, I was not angry I had to do them, I was angry at
the lack of support from the people who are supposed to be my counterparts and
the fact that I was their punishment.
It is frightening how little many of the caregivers knew
about HIV and frustrating that I had to beg the managers to help me translate -to
only have them walk away a quarter through my training to go back inside to
watch movies on the new laptop. I was pissed at the fact this is supposed to be
my primary project, but as my anger wore off I started having fun. These
frustrations were not new nor were they a surprise, but still legitimate
frustrations. The Gogos (old women) and I would laugh, talk about sex, laugh,
talk about the weather, laugh at my attempts at Sotho, dance, laugh at me
dancing, talk more about sex, abuse, alcoholism, and HIV, and laugh more. Sex
talks are always educational, prevention/transmission of STIs/HIV or biology-
it’s not like we are talking about sex like we’re at brunch after a walk of
shame or something - just clerifying.
So there I was, punishing the CHWs because they don’t work
all day (does anyone?) and trying to catch up on several trainings I canceled
because I was on medical hold while also continuing with my other projects.
That countdown to holiday was also ticking away and my guilt for leaving for a
month was getting the best of me. I decided to do trainings 4 days per week and
meet with my GLOW girls officially (structured lessons) twice a week and
unofficially once per week. I was busy, but happy.
Then I bought a large sheet of plastic I use as a Slip n
Slide. SJO!!! I am lucky to have a running tap in our yard so I figure I might
as well beat the heat with some fun. As the kids were running around and I was
sweating like a hooker in church- I got the plastic out. I put some dish soap
on it and they kids began to stare are me like the crazy lekgowa I am. I dumped
some water on the plastic, took a few leaps back, ran and dove on the plastic.
I flew past the kids not stopping when the 4 metres of plastic stopped….and
ended up in the mud. GAME ON!!!!! Before I could rinse the soap out of my eyes
Surprise and Boy Boy were in their underwear playing. Within ten minutes the
yard was full of children screaming and running around. It was, hands down, the
best purchase I have made at site. Better than a kettle or wet wipes-
seriously!
The next couple weeks were beyond crazy- but great. I was
obsessed with a workout competition amongst a group of my friends so was
working out regularly, training going as well as possible, GLOW continuing
strong (despite exams at school), and having a blast with the kids. Since
school was pretty much done I didn’t have to harp on them about homework, we
could just play in the water and make jewelry! The best!
The day before I was to leave
for SA 23s Close of Service Conference I had a party for my GLOW girls- then
opened it up to all the neighbor kids. It was an amazing day with tons of
beads, dancing, slip n sliding, pizza, cold drink, and some small gifts. I was
very happy to leave for the conference then off on holiday on such a high note.
Although I did get a little choked up saying bye, which shows what a mess I am
going to be when I say bye for good-but I’m not thinking about that right now! It
was an amazing end of the year and now I am back at site trying to stay as busy
and productive before my final departure in 6 weeks!
I LOVE the picture of the boys slip-n-sliding! What a great shot and a great thing you did (I mean your work the gogo's as well). Way to go Sami!!!
ReplyDeleteThe picture of the slip'n'slide is so happy. Glad to hear you're still kicking butt, Ms. Sami. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the photos of the boys slip and sliding. Great idea! You will always treasure this time. Funny when I was there I felt lost, and felt even more lost when I came home to the USA. haha! You may not feel that way when you come home. I'm here just a state away when you get home!! DIED on your comment "sweating more than a hooker in church". Your doing awesome things! Keep it up!
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