Yunina's Urban Education Experience in South Africa
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Africa on my mind and in my blood
As I sit and reflect upon my trip abroad I think back to our last flight in South Africa. My mind goes to a conversation I over heard between an Afrikan
stewardess and a white American woman passenger. Talking to the stewardess, the
American said to another white passenger who I presume from their conversation
was visiting South Africa for the first time, “Be careful, Africa gets in your
blood.” At the time I was confused by her statement. Though I wasn’t fully aware
of her intentions, I took offense to her comment. I interpreted her words as
having a negative connotation, as the metaphor she used associated Africa and
in my mind black’s, with a disease. However, after having experienced two weeks
in Africa and being among African people, I interpret the woman’s comment with
new meaning. Being back in the United States, away from the people and places I
encountered over the past two weeks, I feel Africa has gotten into my blood. I
understand Africa not as an invasive disease that has entered my blood stream,
but as a contagious energy filled with responsibility to people, not just
Africans but to humanity.
Friday, June 14, 2013
At the Orphanage in Soweto-A Moment for learning....
When we first arrived at the
orphanage, as we prepared to get off the bus, I noticed there was a feeling of unease
as we pulled up to the dirt clay trailers with the hundreds of children playing
outside. Entering into a place where the majority of the children played day in
and day out in the red clay dust of Soweto, I zipped my jacket to my chin as we
got off the bus. This was the part of the trip I looked
forward to the most. As I stepped off the bus, I was ready to give all of my
energy and spend my time with a group of beautiful black children, some of
whose names I could remember, and others I could not. When my first little
sister came up to me I struggled to learn to enunciate the proper way to say
her name. Having to ask the children to repeat their names more than three
times, a point at which they were so frustrated they simply told me to call
them by their English names, exposes why scholars who study
Africa MUST learn the language of the people they study. With every “What is
your name?’ “Say it again?” I felt my American-ness surface as the
dissimilarity between my African little brothers and sisters. Naming is a huge part of African and African American
culture. but how can I even begin to connect with people when I cannot call
them by their name? The fact that I, was there to help but lacked the
linguistic understanding to communicate directly with the children became a real concern for me. At the same time, this
absence of language also provided an opportunity for me to witness all the
other ways our bodies and spirits may communicate when language is a barrier. We
played, danced and sang songs, and it was this moment as a community that
really inspired me to see the potential of humanity. Of what can happen when
people are self-less and take the time with one another, for one another to
simply spend time.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Standing up : violence against women education for all boys school
One thing I really appreciated about the first all boys school that we went to was the amount of literature promoting standing against violence and sex abuse toward women. In each classroom we went into, I was happy to find a sign that read "Stop Rape." I think this really emphasizes the global importance of standing up for women's rights.
Chobe Botswana
In Botswana for a day. We travelled to another safari lodge and took a tour on the river. So blessed .
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