Just a communication note to our
friends. We now can receive email most mornings, and we've loved the
news from some friends about babies, weddings, children, trips, and,
so sadly, the devastation in Colorado from the deluges. We can
sometimes send emails. We can only rarely open attachments.
In our continuing effort to get out
into the community, get to know it and introduce ourselves, we
learned of a new term parent meeting at the nearby Primary School
(not mine, which is the better funded Railway Primary School, but the
one (inadequately) funded only by the government. We showed up and,
as typically happens, they were delighted to see us, sat us up front
with the School Committee, and were very gracious. The meeting took
place under a tree in the school yard. The main topic of discussion
was how to fund an expansion, because the 5th grade has 70
students, all crowded into one classroom. The solution was to have
the parents show up once a week to work for a morning to help build
the new classrooms. A long and fairly animated discussion followed
on what amount should be paid by those who do not work. The School
Treasurer's proposal of US $5/week was defeated and the decision was
US $2. This was all conducted in siSwati, but we got the general
facts.
Men do not wear hats at official
occasions, women must wear hats. An unfortunate consequence of
sitting with the Committee is that we were in the full sun for the 3
hour duration of the meeting, and I got some dehydration and heat
nausea, and I was glad to go home and crash. Better the next
morning.
When we stopped by the School Monday
morning about 30 parents were sitting under the tree, watching a
power shovel dig out the foundation.
We learned that, in preparation for
the elections in 2 weeks, all the churches in the county assembled at
the Chief's house – effectively the county seat – for a common
church service. The bus to the service was to leave at 9, we arrived
at 9:30 and it had left, or never come, but a man in a private car
offered to drive us there (it was probably 4 miles away) for US $1.
KUF knew the bus rate was 40 cents, and beat him down to that – he
never had a chance.
The service was to start at 10, and
when we arrived there were around 8 pastors and a dozen other
worshipers. We introduced ourselves. By 11:30 the hall was SRO,
close to 300 congregants, more than 3 dozen pastors (around 8 of them
women), a youth choir in robes, an organist on an electric keyboard.
After some hymns featuring some female soloists, each of whom seemed
to try to be more intense than the previous one, one pastor got up
to preach, at length, then another, not to be outdone, at greater
length, with more fervency. In between, hymns which brought some
parts of the congregation to their feet shouting and waving, but left
others motionless. The man in front of me sat with arms crossed and
head bowed through the entire service, except for one hymn that
brought him to his feet. Towards the end of each sermon each pastor
would close his eyes, raised his hands, and, I am pretty sure, start
to pray (I can recognize a lot of the words because they are also
common first names – mine, for instance: “Sipho” = gift. Until
I figured that out I wondered whether it was a good thing that I was
mentioned so often in prayers.) As the pastor's prayer progressed,
many in the congregation – no doubt particularly from his
denomination – would start to pray as well, but unlike the singing
which was astonishingly polished even as it seemed extemporaneous,
the praying was all on an individual basis. I sensed some gentle
teasing during some of the sermons, perhaps from rival pastors, but
the interpreter whom the moderator had arranged to sit between
Nomphumelelo (sometimes shortened to “Phumi”)
and me assured me they were in agreement. Nothing metaphysical
like, say, transubstantiation (you could look it up, because you have
high speed internet), more a matter of how each church described how
awful Satan is, I think. During the scripture reading the designated
interpreter followed each line of text in siSwati with an English
translation that sounded pretty close, read to the whole
congregation, but useful only to Phumi and me. Deuteronomy, and
Revelations – that's part of the Apocrypha, right? Not even in the
King James Bible, I believe. Lots of devils and burning in hell,
from what I could tell.
The service lasted 3 3/4s hours. I'd
love to have had a picture inside, but all I felt free to snap was
outside, afterwards, Phumi with one of the ladies who is introducing
her to the community. More on these “Rural Health Motivators” in
a later post, because they are extraordinary.
We were to submit a report on our
initial settling in activities, and we got it done early, because of
uncertainty about how well we could submit it by email. I wanted to
then get away to a B&B on an old farm originally built by a
mining and sugar magnate from Jo'Berg 80 years ago, on a hill 20 k
away. Phumi wanted to stay and interview some more pastors and makes
in destitute homesteads. So here we are at a beautiful cabin on a
dairy farm kind of reminiscent of Vermont, and it has high speed
internet so we got our reports off! And we've already seen a
long-crested eagle, a white-eared barbit and a crowned hornbill (all
new birds for us!), some magnificent black crowned herons, and some
other interesting big and colorful birds we haven't been able to
identify yet. Then a swim, a walk as the sun sets, some wine with
dinner tonight, watching the full red African moon (yeah, its always
red as it rises and sets, I think because of the wood smoke and dust
in the atmosphere – never fails to stun me when I see it), catch
some more birds Friday morning in a wooded ravine down from us
(“Grandpa's Garden – this property has been in one family for
generations), then to back our site, which is not quite as
comfortable.
Mark,
ReplyDeleteYour posts continue to inspire me. I've passed them along to others at S&H and we all agree you guys are doing amazing work. You have given me new perspective on the world and I always smile when reading your adventures. Thanks for staying in touch with this blog. Keep up the great PC work!
Best,
Monika
Great descriptions! AJD would be pleased.
ReplyDeleteI'm vicariously enjoying your developing adventure. I wonder what the PC would say about avoiding sunstroke at outdoor meetings?!
Take good care.