Actions Speak Louder than Words

After a little over three weeks of traveling to various parts of Southern Africa, learning and seeing and experiencing many things, I am finally back to Windhoek about to start my last month in Africa.  While time has gone by so fast and I don’t doubt that April will bring many great things as well, the past three weeks have definitely been my favorite part of my experience here.  From the rural homestay in northern Namibia, to game drives in Etosha National Park, to Spring Break in Victoria Falls, It has all been a wonderfully enlightening few weeks and I’m blessed to be able to have had opportunities so great.

Because I’ve been so busy the past month, I’ll split up some of my experiences into different posts, but I’ll start with our rural homestay and trip to the North.

Tuesday, March 6 we left for Outapi, which is a town in the very northern part of Namibia, almost to the Angolan border.  When we arrived that evening we met our host families right away.  My host mother’s name was Albertina and she was basically the mother of the community.  I called her Meme (mother). She was 76 years old, had about 10 teeth and was one of the most joyful, loving people I have ever met. She spoke no English, only Oshiwambo, which made communicating quite difficult, but luckily some of her grandkids spoke some broken English which really helped a lot.

When we got back to the house, I met everyone I would be living with during the week.  Somehow they were all related, but I could never keep track of who actually lived at the house and who was in Albertina’s immediate family.  Everyone was wonderful though.  I lived with Sacky, who was about 30, Ndategako and Paulus who were both in high school, Albertina and Johnny who were both in primary school and two little ones, Saara and Ephraim.  They gave me Sacky’s room to sleep in which was really the only room with four walls; everyone else slept in huts, which were beautifully crafted of sticks and straw. At first I thought my room was lovely, until I woke up to a snake crawling on my pillow and I then wished I was sharing a hut with someone.

Despite the snake incident, I loved spending time with my family.  While during the day I traveled around with the program, I would arrive back with my family around 3 every day.  When I got home, I would either work in the fields with the kids, (They were impressed with my skills, said my mother had good hands and raised me right. Props ma!) or we would play soccer.  I brought them a soccer ball and they absolutely loved it.  They could play for hours and it was so neat to see them get so excited over one thing.  I let Ndategako braid my whole head one day.  It looked….nice.  I also taught the kids how to play the card game UNO.  They loved it and we would play for hours until the point that our candle burned down to about an inch. They never let me help cook dinner or anything because I was their guest, but I wished they would have because I wanted to act as part of the family.

One of the last days we had a cookout with all of the other students and families.  It was so fun to get together and see everyone and eat lot of delicious food.  Each family gave us a traditional Oshiwambo skirt or dress to wear and we all looked so great.  During the party there was dancing and singing and it was such a nice time.  Our host families wanted us all to sing a song, so naturally we chose the National Anthem.  Not the best idea on our part, but nevertheless they loved our discordant voices.

Staying with my host family really made me think about a lot of things.  It made me think about the idea of poverty, and that although they had no electricity or running water they were perfectly content with their lives and didn’t really see the need for those things.  So in my American mind, I considered them to be living in poverty, but in their community, they were perfectly blessed and happy with their life.  Its really all a matter of perspective and I learned it is so important to keep an open mind when going into situations like this.

It also made me really think about the importance of non-verbal communication and how impactful it can be. Because my Meme didn’t know any English and the kids only knew a little, at first it was difficult to communicate, but by the end of the week I had learned some of their language and we had found a way to communicate. Also, even though I could never really understand my Meme’s words, I could always understand her actions.  She was always so kind and generous, loving and joyful to me that I was so grateful to be living with her.  She would always give me the biggest smiles and hugs and I could tell she loved that I was there and that I was trying my best to engage with her and her family.  She really touched my heart when she gave me a special necklace at the end of the week and really showed me the meaning of the phrase, “Actions speak louder than words,” through her enthusiastic love.  I will never forget my Meme and this experience with my host family.

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