One of the pleasures of Peace
Corps service has been becoming friends with some extraordinary
American young people. Nearly all of them are less than half my age
and younger than both our children. In some ways it recapitulates
one of the great pleasures of our life, only this time with a couple
dozen daughters. One can never have too many, I'm sure you'll agree.
We get to know each other very
well. We talk about grim-looking
bug bites; fevers; boys or the dearth thereo; snakes; bloody poop; scary men at the bus rank. I don't have solutions for most of these, but I think it helps to vent. With one young volunteer
towards whom I've felt a little protective we discussed reasons she
may have stopped having her period – I think I held up my end of
the discussion with some helpful views, and I was pleased when she
WhatsApped me a few days later when it kicked in. It's family.
So with classes canceled for exams
last week and this we visited nearby PCVs. Two are at nearby schools
for the deaf. Here is one outside her place at a high school, to
which we rode our bikes.
The main road is narrow, busy with
heavy trucks and fast drivers, and badly broken up in places, so we get to her school and back on dirt roads
through the forest,
and explore single track winding paths that appear, at least when we turn off onto them initially, to be heading generally where we need to go.
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Fortunately Katherine has an excellent sense of
direction.
Another volunteer is at a primary
school for the deaf, where she is frequently visited by another
volunteer who lives on a remote, rural and very basic homestead about
20 kilometers away – which can take 2 to 6 hours. These young
women can be very lonely and, with the way men here feel free to
treat women, they are frequently harassed and sometimes genuinely
frightened.
The one in the middle, who lives at the School
for the Deaf, has electricity, hot and cold running water, and a
shower! She gets a lot of PCV visitors. Her housing is the near 1/2 of the pictured building.
She loves these kids and they love her. Seeing her with these kids is one of the things we like best in this country.
(One step I've learned to make
ourselves especially welcome with other PCVs who might not ordinarily
seek to spend a lot of time with people older than their parents is
to bring all our external hard drives loaded with everything brought
from home or downloaded from other PCVs. The telling comment is
“Nice-to-see-you-did-you-bring-your-hard-drive?” These young
women spend a lot of nights alone in their tiny huts listening to the
wind whistle in the dark and the mice in the roof thatch; Game of
Thrones or the like becomes very important.)
Both these PCVs at schools for the
deaf have learned spoken siSwati and then Swazi sign, which is not
the same as US sign, which one of them knew already. These women are
really smart.
The one at the primary school,
whom we like a whole lot, has written a manual teaching the Swazi
alphabet and numbers and basic words and phrases in Swazi sign,
illustrated with pictures of the staff signing each letter, number, word or phrase. I took a copy home
on my flash drive and I've been proofing it for her, prompting a memory
of proofing grade school and then high school papers, some college, and just a
very few graduate school papers for our children. This Swazi Sign Manual, with plenty of pictures, conversations and commas, is an easier read than some other papers I've proofed.
Grading papers...some things just never change, do they? Keep up the great work. Continue to enjoy your blog posts. :)
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Monika