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Author: Jodie Buchanan

Traveling with More Questions.

This is a blog that I wrote with another girl on the program, Emma Russell. We wrote it for one of our classes… Hope you enjoy!!

This past week we embarked on our final community trip before we depart for Cape Town in. On this trip to Southern Namibia the focus was on our development class; specifically community-based natural resource management and “sustainable” development. We stayed at various campsites, some run by the community and others by the private sector. We also paid a visit to the heart of a community initiative to sell Namibian crafts and painted the walls of a secondary school under renovation along with some of its students. Overall, it was an incredible three days that were full of fun and, as true of any development class, full of questions. While we ruminated over the pros and cons of Namibia’s community-based natural resource management initiatives, our reflections on the trip also fostered some bigger questions that have seemed to permeate the entirety of our experiences with CGE thus far.

The paramount question on our minds that kept resurfacing throughout the weekend was the concept of definition, as in who ultimately defines the things that inform the way development occurs, and the way we live in general. This has been a recurring theme throughout the program as we study things like globalization, colonization, need, and identity. However, this weekend we were able to put it into direct context with what we were experiencing. For example, we first discussed how even defining “sustainable” in terms of development could have such a variety of meanings; it depends on the lens of the individual and what is valued under certain circumstances. For example, at the Brukkaros Community Campsite and the school we visited in Berseba, it was evident that the emphasis was placed on advances that would help to preserve community and education. However, we also visited the Gibeon Folk Arts Center which not only centered on sustaining community, but also on preserving culture through art and the livelihood of the artists who worked there. Our final stop was the Gondwana Kalahari Anib Lodge where the focus was primarily on environment and resources (as it was situated in a National Park) as well as economy through tourism. These different perspectives encouraged us to discern what is most crucial to be sustainable and how that influences the overall development for Namibia in particular.

Another matter that arose yet again on this trip was the land issue troubling Namibia. This is a conflict that has emerged a number of times in several of our classes and it involves the question of whether a redistribution of lands to native Namibian tribes is an appropriate and necessary step towards reconciliation in a post-colonial era. However, as was revealed to us on this trip, the dilemma goes much deeper than it’s already complex nature. When considering this, we were faced again with the concepts of definition and perspective. Who best decides how to respect the land? During our time in the South we did witness action to respect the land by conserving it and its resources; that is, in fact, exactly what the Gondwana Kalahari Anib Lodge intended to do. However, we had to wonder if the best way to respect the land is indeed to return it to those who it was wrongfully taken from under the colonial and apartheid regimes. We concluded that it depends on whom you ask and we were certainly in no position to decide.

Finally, the enigma of definition took on a more subjective arrangement when we considered the ideal of success. While we have often viewed this throughout the course in terms of broad scale national development markers, we came to realize it could be as personal as selling a craft, painting a school, or climbing a mountain. For example, at the Gibeon Folk Arts Center we spoke with the five craftswomen who head up the entire project. In speaking with them we learned that they only see about 5% of the profits gained by their crafts, further remarking that it is just “not enough”. If one were to consider this from an economic perspective he/she would most likely classify this project as being unsuccessful because the women are not making enough profit for themselves to completely sustain the livelihoods of themselves and their families. However, if one were to define success in terms of employment and empowerment, this is no doubt a highly successful project.

At the school we painted in Berseba with the kids, we learned from Petrus, a former educator at the school and chairperson of the Brukkaros Community Campsite, that it had been shut down due to an inability to pay for the astronomical water bill. To the members of the Berseba Community, success was not immediately defined by the number of students going to top universities or the number of championships won in the local sports league, but rather by acquiring basic necessities and getting their buildings in top shape for reopening once those needs are attained.

To us over these three days success came in many forms. It came with climbing several kilometers to the top of Brukkaros Mountain, the mountain that our campsite was built into in Berseba. It was a treacherous hike but the breathtaking view from the top was the most success many of us have felt in some time. Success also came not with the answers we did not formulate, but rather the questions we so genuinely acknowledged on our trip. We look forward to the future of our trip, which will surely only bring more questions such as these, but hopefully continue to provide us with the tools and knowledge necessary to productively and justly consider them.

Just Around the River Bend

Getting ready to raft

As a part of the program here in Namibia, we are allotted one week of travel on our own. Our group here did a variety of things including visiting Victoria Falls, traveling to the Skeleton Coast, and some decided to road trip around Southern Africa. I decided that I wanted to do something that was stress free. So four friends and I headed to the border of Namibia and South Africa and rafted down a river for a week.

Jumping off a cliff

The river is called the Orange River and it is nestled between two mountain ranges; one in Nambia and the other in South Africa. We rafted for four days and saw somuch. The first day on the river we climbed a massive rock and jumped off of it into the river. Later in the week we rode down rapids with just a life jacket. My favorite part of the trip though was every night we would set up camp on the river bank and literally I would fall asleep looking at the stars. When I’d wake up in the morning I would see the sun rising above the mountains. Never in my life have I ever been surrounded by pure untainted beauty.

Sitting in the back of the raft

My vacation was just what the doctor ordered. I had so much fun with my friends, but also got to relax in the beauty of Southern Africa. I’m now back in Windhoek and the days are flying by. I have one month left here and then we head to Cape Town to finish our time here. I can’t wait to see what these last few weeks entail because I know they will be nothing less than amazing.

 

 

 

Lions, Zebras, and Rhinos… oh my!!

Lions drinking at a pond

One of the many things that I have learned while being here in Namibia is realizing how skewed my perceptions of Africa were and how people at home still have a skewed view. Growing up my two ideas of Africa came from The Lion King and those infomercials with starving African babies. However, that is not the case at all. While there are children who are hungry here, there also children that go hungry in the United States. There are lions here, but they don’t roam the continent as I once assumed they did. I can’t even begin to count the times that friends and family back home have asked me if I’ve seen a lion yet. I am staying in the capital city, Windhoek, so the only way that I can see a lion is if I go to the zoo just like at home.

Very close to an elephant!

However all of that aside I finally got a chance to see the side of Africa that so many think of. I went and camped out at Etosha a Namibian National Game park. It was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever had. As a kid, I used to love to go to the zoo, yet it always made me a little sad to see all of the animals in cages, when I felt that they should be able to roam free. Well in Etosha, the animals get to.

The moment we drove into the park, we saw a herd of wildebeests (that’s the animal that killed Mufasa for any of you Lion Kind gurus). That day I got to see Lions, Elephants, Zebra, Giraffes, Cheetah, and some rhinos. We camped on the grounds of the park and as I drifted off to sleep at night I could hear the elephants blowing their trunks in the distance. The next morning we went on an early game drive and got see a group of lions feeding on the remains of an elephant. While the whole dead elephant thing was a little gross, it was still so cool to see the lions. There is so much more to Africa than lions and the like, but I think is something that everyone should be able to see in their lifetime.

All the animals lined up

These past two weeks have been such a blur for me, I have done so much and seen so much that I feel like I can’t get my mind to sit still for a minute! But I can’t wait because tomorrow I am heading to raft down the Orange River and I know it will be so relaxing and just the break that I need. Until next time!!

Watching zebras at the watering hole at sunset

My new family

The chicken coup in our compound


One of the things that drew me to this program was the homestay aspect. I have already told you that I have stayed with two families, one in Johannesburg, South Africa and another in Windhoek. While I was excited for both of those experiences I was most excited for my homestay with a family in Northern Namibia in a rural setting. For a week we stayed with families in the town of Outapi, which is close to the Angolan border. I was a little nervous and didn’t really know what to expect because I knew that it would be such a different experience for me. And now looking back, it has been one of the greatest experiences in my life. My host family consisted of my Meme (mom), my sister, Secilia, and my four brothers, Ignatius, Titus, Lucas, and John. The moment that I meant my Meme she ran over to me and hugged me and picked me up… mind you this is a woman in her mid sixties!

My little brother John and me

The moment I got to their home I was made to feel like one of the family. Our house was very far in the brush and it took about 40 minutes to walk to the nearest road every morning. My family has a large herd of goats, numerous chickens, a pig and four dogs. We don’t have electricity so once the sun goes down; you have to rely on the stars and the moon for light. The bathroom consisted of the good ole outdoors, because there was no plumbing. And bathing was done with a bucket of water. Now you might be saying all of those things do not sound to fun… but I actually loved it. You never realize how much water you waste with the flush of a toilet or a ten minute shower.

A normal day with my family consists of getting up at dawn and starting chores, such as letting the goats out to pasture, feeding the chickens, waking up the small children, starting a fire for breakfast, along with many other things. At 7:00 I would then walk about 40 minutes with my brothers and they would go to school and I would meet up with the other students and we would go to our scheduled activities for the day. I would then head back to be with my family around four each day. Every night I would help start the fire and then my sister and I would cook dinner… the most memorable dinner was when I killed a chicken, plucked its feathers, cooked it and then ate it. It was one of the craziest things I have ever done. But I figured it would pretty hypocritical of me to eat meat that other people have killed but be willing to kill it myself. So the choices were kill and eat a chicken or become a vegetarian… I chose meat 🙂

Making a basket with my brother Titus

Over the weekend, my family and I just hung out at home. My meme and I wove a basket, I played soccer with my brothers, and made jewelry with neighbors. It was such an amazing time! On Sunday morning I went to church with my sister. It was very interesting, but very long… it lasted for 4 hours. Then that afternoon all the host families and students came together for a party. My meme dressed me in traditional Oshiwambo dress and made sure I looked just right before we left.

In traditional Oshiwambo dress

As the weekend came to a close I couldn’t help but think that this family had really claimed me as one of their own. Meme called me daughter, Secilia and my brothers all called me sister. I was living with a family that hardly spoke English yet I felt so loved and so welcome. On my last night we all layed out under the stars holding hands, singing, and even were crying because our family had to part. I will forever remember my Oshiwambo family because they have a piece of my heart.

 

Not all Rainbows and Butterflies…

So I think when people read about going abroad, everything seems amazing. And believe me it is… but there are some things that can be really frustrating. Here are the things that have been really difficult thus far:

  1. LANGUAGE! So I think if you study abroad in a country that has one universal language this might not be as big of an issue. However, in Southern Africa there are numerous languages. In South Africa there are eleven official languages and in Namibia there are nine recognized languages. It has been so difficult to talk to people here because while I know some phrases in certain languages, there is no guarantee that they will understand what I’m saying. Needless to say it has been a huge frustration of mine.

    Eating out in Namibia

  2. FOOD! Ok so this also might not be something that upsets some people, but I have so many food allergies it is ridiculous! At first, the food here was really good; they made me lots of rice, beans and gluten free pasta. However, that is all that I have eaten now for 2 months. I am so sick of rice and beans I do not think that I can ever eat it again. I think going abroad is hard for people with any type of food restriction. On my trip we have vegetarians, peanut allergies, lactose intolerance, and gluten allergies. I know that each person has experienced aggravation with eating food here. But with all of that aside there is a food here called pap. It is one of the greatest things ever! I think I could eat it every day
  3. AFRICAN TIME! I was raised on the mentality that if you’re early you are on time and if you are on time then you’re late. The  idea of punctuality does not exist here in Africa. The locals have constantly called their concept of time “African time” They  get to places when they get there and they complete tasks when they decide to complete them. It has been something that has  been very difficult for me to adapt to because I am used to being so leisurely with my time. But I think that it is a part of my  lifestyle that I could eventually learn to change. When I was in South Africa, I was walking with one of my host sisters and I  told her that I was not used to walking so slow, because in Chicago it is so fast paced. In response she said to me, “Why would  you want to rush to a destination? The fun part is getting there. The place you’re going to will always be there, so take your time getting there.” I really love that idea, and while this slower paced life has been difficult for me, I can see it being in my future.

    Waiting on the bus

  1. 4. LIFE BACK IN THE STATES! This has probably been the hardest thing for me to deal with. Being here in Namibia, I have felt torn between two lives, the one here in Windhoek and my life back in the states. It can be really difficult to balance the two of them because you want to experience as much as possible here, but at the same time you want to stay connected with family and friends back home. It has been so hard when family or friends tell me about things going on at home that I want to be there for. Now I know being in Africa is probably a lot cooler than most of the things going on back in the US, but it is still a struggle to find a happy medium between contact with loved ones and truly enjoying your time abroad.

Out with some friends.

Like I said before, I am in love with Namibia and most days I find it hard to imagine leaving this place to go back home. But that doesn’t mean that everything about your abroad experience is going to be perfect. You just have to look at the positives and in my case that means being in the beautiful, warm country of Namibia and getting to see a glimpse into a world outside my own.

 

A Weekend to Remember.

The local kids teaching us to dance.

This past weekend was definitely one to remember. Early Thursday morning we all headed to the Namibian coast town of Swakopmund, also called Swakop. We were all super excited to get out of the house for a weekend and Swakop did not disappoint. When we drove into the town, I felt as if I had just entered a beach town in Florida. There were palm trees lining the streets, cute cafes and shops, and sand galore. As per usual, this was not just a trip to relax, but to try and learn more about the Namibian culture. Prior to coming to Swakop, we had learned about the German-Herero Genocide that took place in the early 20th Century. This genocide is one that is rarely acknowledged, however the Germans implanted an “ethnic cleansing” of the area and ended up killing 65,000 Herero people, leaving about 15,000 as refugees. The area of Swakopmund was the site of the concentration camp that the Hereros were sent to, and many of the dunes that surround this beautiful town became mass graves to those that are long forgotten. Swakop’s past is one that has been full of pain and heartache, but we all had the opportunity to see how far the town has come.

On the Thursday that we arrived, we were given a tour of the city and it was amazing! It started off with a cappella performance by the local group called Vocal Galore. They were amazing and it was such a treat to hear them sing. We then went to visit a kindergarten in the township where the students sang to us and taught us traditional Oshivambo dances. They were so full of energy and excitement that every single one of us could not wipe the smile off of our faces.  That evening we walked along the ocean and ate dinner at a restaurant on the pier. It was already a fantastic start to the weekend

Climbing up Dune Seven.

On Friday we had numerous presentations about the inner workings of both Swakop and Walvis Bay, which is a neighboring town. We then visited three different places to get more of an idea about economy and the role that it plays there. The first place was a factory that had products shipped from Germany here and then the Namibians would add a simple thing such as a bolt, and then ship it back. It seemed as if the factory was not a necessity, but it was still awesome to see the machines at work. Then we headed to center for people with disabilities and had the opportunity to see the how here in Namibia, there has been nothing put into place to help those with disabilities. The tours of the day ended with the viewing of a fish packing factory. We were put into big lab coats and taken into the factory where we were able to view how everything worked. This factory in comparison to the one we had seen earlier was more of a well-oiled machine. While all that was extremely eye-opening, the best part of the day was getting to climb Dune Seven, which is massive 100-meter high sand dune in Swakop. It was quite a feat to tackle, but the view from the top was breathtaking. All in all it was a fabulous day.

Relaxing by the ocean with my friend Jessy

 

Saturday was a free day for us, and everyone split up to do different activities. Some went sand-boarding and quad biking, while others decided to kayak with seals and dolphins. I decided that I just wanted to chill, explore the town, and sit on the beach by the ocean. Which is exactly what I did. Two of my friends that I have made in Windhoek drove down to hang out. There is nothing like sipping a glass of wine and watching the waves of the ocean crash onto the beach.  It was the perfect end to an trip that I will not soon forget.

 

Finding my place

SU Namibia Logo

Here in Windhoek, I have been placed in an internship with the organization called Scripture Union. I was very excited that this was my placement, because the goal of SU is to make the news of Christ available to young children. I felt as if I would be a really good fit for the organization, while at the same time learning a lot about a different culture. However, when I arrived at SU, I realized that my role within the group was not what I had anticipated it would be.  At this point in the year, the schools in Namibia are entering their third term, which means most of the students are going through exams. As of a result of the busyness of the students, SU does not have as many programs scheduled. Adam, one of the SU staff, explained to me that they have worked hand in hand with the education system  in Windhoek, and realize that it is very important for children. So when they need to focus on exams for school, SU will ease up on their programming. I was very pleased to hear that, because I feel that Christian organizations can often neglect certain aspects outside Christianity, such as practical life skills and education, to name a few. While I was agreed with SU’s stance on education,  there is not much to do at my organization for an intern, however there are tasks that need to be done by a full time staff member. Yet the problem is that the two full time staff members have new born babies in their lives. So the tasks that they usually do they need help with, but I don’t know if I feel qualified to do them. Every day that I go to my internship I feel that there is so much that needs to be done but I feel like I have no idea how to begin tackling it. Naturally, I felt a sense of hopelessness in creating my goals for the semester because everything that I had thought this internship would entail was false. I constantly would pull out my learning objectives sheet (part of the requirement for an internship here) and stare at it blankly, confused at what direction to take my learning in this internship. I knew that it was coming close to my meeting on Wednesday with my supervisor, so to the best of my abilities, I created what I hoped to get out of my experience.

I finally had the chance to sit down with not only my supervisor, Graeme, but also one of the other staff members,  Adam, and discuss my goals for the semester. I first had the chance to talk with Adam and I really appreciated everything that we were able to discuss. He really listened as to where I wanted to take my internship and asked questions as to guide me in how I wanted to attain my certain goals. Adam was also very cognizant of the reality of my goals and if I would be able to accomplish them. One of the things that I hope to achieve is being able to learn more about the issues that are facing the youth in regards to forming a relationship with Christ. Within my agreement I specified that I hoped to achieve this goal by spending time with not only students, but also with their teachers, because I feel that the educational system plays a very big role in teaching children about Jesus. Adam expressed that obtaining an understanding of how the educational system plays a role in teaching children about Jesus would be difficult if I stayed in the office. He instead has decided to set up multiple interviews with teachers at the local schools. He also said that he is going to get in contact with the local SU clubs in the high schools so that I can facilitate some of the meetings and get to know students in town. After talking with Adam I felt much more at ease as to what this internship holds for me.

I then had the opportunity to talk with my main supervisor, Graeme, and I don’t think that it offered any sort of guidance for my internship, but we did have a great conversation. It has been very beneficial for me to have Graeme as my supervisor, because he is also a foreigner in Namibia. He has been a real blessing in the fact that I am able to discuss issues as far as cultural differences or norms that exist here. We had a long conversation about how it is easy to judge a situation from afar in contrast to actually living some place and experiencing things first hand. We also discussed how both he and I are going to go back to our home countries with new perspectives on things, and back home people will most likely be unaware to what we have learned. I totally agree with him, because that is exactly what I experienced when I came home from Vietnam. However, one of the main things that I took away from our conversation is that part of my role here is to learn and share what I have experienced here with those from home. And while I might not be able inform every single person in America about the reality of the situation in Southern Africa, I can tell the people around me. I have really become excited about my time with Scripture Union; I think it will be a good time of learning and understanding, not only about how certain organizations function in Namibia, but also a time of learning about me.

 

It’s Always a Learning Experience…

My host brother Dantago.

Only a mere week ago, I was headed to live with Namibian couple Sam and Trudy Geiseb, Katatura, a township of Windhoek. I am not usually one who gets nervous over social situations and looking back on my first home stay experience in Soweto, South Africa, I was not nervous at all. But the entire day before I was going to meet my new “family” for the week I couldn’t shake the butterfly feeling from my stomach. I could not help but think of the amazing time I had with my host grandma, Machanza, in South Africa, and pray that I had a similar experience. I was worried that I was not going to get along with these new host parents as well or that I would not be able to have such a relaxed relationship as I did with Machanza. However, in any situation it is not fair to go in with a preconceived notion as to how the experience will play out. And as fate would have it, the experience turned out to be like nothing I could have imagined.

I was picked up on Monday evening by my host father, Sam, and as far as first impressions go, he seemed like a very nice man. We had good small talk in the car while we headed to his house (soon to be my home also for the next week) to pick up his son Dantago. We then continued to pick up my host mother Trudy from work and then headed home for the night. What seemed like a very simple task of picking people up, was actually more stressful then you would think, mostly because there was a screaming one and half year old in the car. However, I think that is the best word that can describe my overall week with the Geiseb family, stressful. There were a few moments that were really great throughout my time with them, but for the most part I was really happy to return to the CGE house on Sunday evening. There are a few things that stick out in my mind for the week, some good and some bad. I’ll start with the bad news and end with the good!
The most stressful thing for me had to be the fact that I felt like I constantly did not fit in. Now at this point in my trip it should not surprise me, because I have once again adapted to being the minority in a country. Nevertheless, it became more than feeling like the odd man out for me this past week. I strived throughout this experience to really understand the people that I was living with along with their culture, and in return I felt that there was no interest about what made me tick as a person. There were multiple times during my experience, where I felt like a burden to my family. For instance, most nights they would not realize until it was late into the evening around eight or nine pm that they needed to feed me dinner. Every time we sat down together, I asked so many questions so that I could begin to comprehend where they fit within the constructs of Namibia. They would politely answer my questions, but never ask where I stood on the issues that I brought up. I think the most difficult time of my stay was on Saturday. I was left alone in the house without any word of when the family would return. Even though I had been staying in their home for almost 6 days, I felt like a complete stranger. Later in the day when Trudy finally arrived home, I once again became pseudo babysitter to my host brother. (The babysitting had been going on all week and only got worse over the weekend.) At around four o’clock Sam, Dantago, and myself headed to a family party. When I arrived, all eyes were on me, and not in the good way. I could feel the heat of everyone’s stares, but being optimistic I kept a smile on my face thinking that when they got to meet me it wouldn’t be as awkward. But they never even came over to ask my name, they all just whispered and stared at me; for the entire evening. It was one of the most uncomfortable experiences I have ever had. And to add to the “fun” of the evening, I not only babysat my host brother but a whole slew of other children, and I was not fed because I was allergic to all the food they had. The entire day was stressful, overwhelming, and exhausting and that night was the first time I felt a sense of homesickness. Despite all of those feelings, there is a light the end of the tunnel.

Me and my new friend Percy 🙂

The good news in all of this is that I really respect the Geiseb family and feel that I really I learned a lot. Although I feel like most of my conversations with Sam and Trudy were one sided, I think they are both amazing individuals with a heart for service. They are a fairly wealthy family, yet they live in a lower class neighborhood, which is not the safest place to be. And when I asked them why they had not moved out, they both agreed that they have not made a significant impact in their community. Sam and Trudy, on separate occasions made it known to me that they thought their neighborhood was not headed in the best direction and it is not the ideal place that they want to raise Dantago. However they both do not want to leave, letting their hometown fall to pieces. They both long to see positive change before they move on. I think that both Sam and Trudy are amazingly compassionate and intelligent people. I have begun to realize that not every experience I have here is going to be amazing, but every experience is a learning one, and that is the most important. 


Abroad Overload

Ok so this is my first post and I probably should have written sooner, but so much has happened since I arrived about two weeks ago. When I got onto the plane, I thought that the reality of going to Africa was bound to hit me, but it is almost 15 days later and I still don’t think it has sunk in. Coming to Africa I did not have any idea what I was getting into, but everything that I had previously thought would be in a study abroad experience has been totally blown out of the water. I don’t feel like I am a tourist, just passing through this beautiful country, but rather a concerned citizen trying to understand what is truly going on here. While I was in South Africa I heard from so many different people, ranging from political figures to people living in areas that do not have regular access to water and electricity. It was so amazing because I didn’t just get the surface view of the country but I got to hear the voices of the people that make up the heart and soul of South Africa. Every day we would hear from someone different; each having their own opinion on the country and its post-apartheid status. It was so interesting to hear how each person felt about what the country has gone through and where it is going in the future. However it also made me realize that what I may think needs to be done in the country is sometimes different than what the people want or need. I have constantly been questioning my role in this experience. Am I supposed to be a student and educate myself in order to be more informed and educate other people, or am I supposed to take action. At the end of each day in South Africa, I would lay awake in my bed thinking of everything I had seen and heard, trying in some way to formulate my opinion. I have come to this conclusion thus far, and that is “I don’t know” I have no idea where I stand, or if I will be able to pick a “side” in all of the mess that is going on in Southern Africa. But I can say this, after spending 10 days in Johannesburg, South Africa, and 5 days in Windhoek, Namibia, I have hope. Southern Africa is so beautiful and so full of life and promise, that I can’t help but to have hope for their future. I may not know if I will play a role in making it a better one, but I have hope that they will get there. Until next time 🙂

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