Thursday, December 1, 2011

Dec. 1, 2011 - World AIDS Day

Inspired by a fellow Lesotho devotee, I've decided to sit down and reflect upon the experiences that have led me to the passion and devotion I now have for the AIDS orphans of southern Africa and to helping in eradicating this deadly epidemic.

As a student of international studies and international politics, AIDS has been an area of academia that I've constantly been exposed to. However, it wasn't until this summer, when I became immersed in an AIDS environment, that I actually realized how deeply the disease affects me, even as someone who is not HIV+. Just a short recap for those of you who didn't follow me this summer, I spent 6 weeks in southern Africa as part of a Fulbright program focused on education. During this time, we traveled throughout the southern part of the continent and experienced many different peoples, cultures, traditions, economies, political structures, etc. It was an incredible experience that I will forever cherish. Although I was moved by a variety of things throughout the trip, the most emotional and profoundly affecting experiences were the times spent with those suffering from or affected by HIV/AIDS.

Throughout the preparations for the trip, and even during the first week of the trip, I mentally prepared myself for what I was about to experience. I read about AIDS, I read about Lesotho, I read about people who have spent time in the region and have been affected by the disease. I read, I read, I read. However, no amount of reading could have fully prepared me for this experience. I thought it would, but I was sorely mistaken.

I guess you could say that I was fortunate to have a gradual introduction to what life really is like for those affected by AIDS. Our first week in Lesotho was spent in Morija, where we stayed at a wonderful guest house that was also a temporary home to a lovely Canadian family who was there adopting a young girl, Rethabile. Billy, as they called her, was an AIDS orphan (meaning her parents died of AIDS, not that she has AIDS) who was left with no family and therefore sent to a large orphanage in Maseru, the capital of Lesotho. I was fortunate to build a relationship with this family and to be able to talk to them nightly about their experience. The conversation I remember most was about the orphanage in which Billy was placed. They described it in detail, painting vivd pictures of rooms full of hundreds of orphans lying on the ground because there was no funding for beds, mess halls full of bugs, kids running around with little or no clothing and no shoes at all. As I listened to their story with tears in my eyes, I looked over at little Billy and made a personal vow to do everything I could to help children like her. Although this was incredibly emotional, I had yet to experience AIDS first hand.

Upon our arrival in Roma, our second location in Lesotho, we were greeted by several small, friendly, happy children. Some of my fellow travelers suspected that their happiness was due to their association of white people to free stuff, but I like to believe that they are genuinely happy just to have someone to play with for a few minutes. Before even unloading our luggage from the bus, we went out to meet and spend a little time with the children. We were swarmed immediately, as kids grabbed our hands, our waists, our legs and didn't let go. They showed us their school, their community center and their homes. We skipped and ran and laughed and played. We attempted conversations that fell flat after a few sentences of broken English, but rebounded with smiles and body language. We never let go of their hands. This continued on for awhile until it was time for us to go back to our lodgings. I cried as I walked away. I cried as we unloaded and unpacked. I cried myself to sleep as I laid in my comfortable bed with a full stomach, a pillow under my head and a heater on full blast. I cried for the kids who have so little, who are so sick, who have lost their family to AIDS, who are so happy and continue to smile, laugh and play despite the circumstances. Nothing I read prepared me for those emotions.

The rest of our time in Roma was spent in the local school and community centers where we played with and taught hundreds of kids, many who have physical signs of AIDS. In fact, one of my favorite kids was clearly HIV+. There were hundreds of kids like her, but for some reason, she became mine. Everyday she would find me and welcome me with a smile and a hug and a sweet greeting in her best English. At the end of the day, she would proudly show me things she made or toys she brought with her. On our last day working with the kids, my girl and I said our final goodbye and handed each other a small token to remember the other by. Due to the language barrier I never heard her story, and that makes me sad to this day. I cherish the time spent with her....the games played, the lessons taught and of course the dancing. Maybe someday I'll see her again, but for now, I can only look at the small rock she gave me, think of her often and hope that she's doing well.

On one of our final days in Roma, we were lucky enough to have a visit from an HIV+ woman named Daphne. Daphne talked with us at length about how AIDS has affected her and how it affects the community in general. She described the stigmas associated with the disease and how she dealt with them. She told us about how it affected her physically, mentally and emotionally. How it has affected her family, her husband, her children, her reputation, her employment status. She shared her entire experience with us...complete strangers. I learned so much from her, not only about the disease itself, but about personal strength, the importance of family and the role of AIDS in Lesotho.

These experiences are responsible for who I am now and what I plan to do in the future. This is when I realized that I can no longer associate AIDS with statistics and graphs. Instead, I now think of people....real people with real struggles and real lives. Real people who need our help. Some of you may be wondering about that vow I made when learning about Billy's struggle. In a nutshell, I've vowed to help in a variety of ways, including fundraising, returning to Lesotho to volunteer, working with organizations focused on the issue and (eventually) adopting my very own Billy.

My inspirational Lesotho devotee said the following in his blog and I couldn't have said it better myself.
"It saddens me that the one day Lesotho is recognized and talked about is on World AIDS Day. It is a country of such rich history, culture and beauty. But my hope is that after people hear about the AIDS epidemic in Lesotho, they are moved to take action. The possibility of hope, as daunting as it may seem, is possible in Lesotho. For us, every day should be World AIDS Day until this deadly disease is wiped off our planet."
I'm devoted to change, and I hope that you are too.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

No photos. Just words.

A 14-hour drive to Cape Town illustrated by words.....

-Smooth sailing, making good time. Sun shining through the glass, air flowing through the slightly cracked windows. A sudden jolt, slowing from 80 kph to 0. Peer out the window to assess the situation and am greeted by a baboon, which so unintelligently ran out in front of us. How many people can say that?! And no, we didn't hit it.

-Squatter township nestled in the mountains: shacks made of brightly colored corrugated tin, cinder blocks, shredded tires and splintered wood. Children in school uniforms, backpacks on backs, shoes holed and untied, walking through the dirt, kicking rocks and leaving trails of dust. Not a care in the world except for how far the kicked rock shall go.

-Field upon field of grapes which will soon become some of the world's best wine. Imagine stretches of green and brown vines, as far as the eye can see, climbing and curling around miles of trellis. The rows full of yellow flowers and dark workers, blanket around shoulders, basket on hip, collecting the gems that will become their liquid gold.

-Magnificent jagged mountains reaching higher than the bus window would allow my sight. Some capped with beautiful white snow, reminiscent of giant cupcakes in the distance. Huge, white boulders piercing the sides of the mountains, creating a climber's paradise. Where there weren't boulders, there were plants, splatters of green, purple, yellow and orange, creating a colorful palette of aesthetic perfection. Miles later, viewing the mountains from a distance I see patches of black, which I imagine to be caves, housing a collection of animals and perhaps a mountain village or two. Also patches of red, which I imagine to be boulders stained by years of rain, dirt and erosion. Finally, patches of white, which can only be jagged boulders or fresh snow, or perhaps both. Back on the mountain road, surrounded by nature's skyscrapers. Boulders over my head, ready to drop at any given moment. Lines, like those of notebook paper, run through the mountain, marking separation between types of stone and layers of sediment. The hours slowly pass as I gaze up, up, up...

-First glimpse of Table Mountain, the monumental landscape Cape Town is famously known for. A hazy, cloudy sky hovers over the mountain; the Table Cloth, as the locals call it. Excitement at our arrival, amazement at the sight. Small in the distance, giant, beautiful, bold at the base. The feeling of safety and protection, comfort and home. A mix of sadness and joy for the upcoming days, the final phase of the trip...

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Location:Bloemfontein to Cape Town, South Africa.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Harrismith, Kimberley and Bloemfontein...Oh My!!

Back in the real world...or as real as it gets in Africa, I guess. It's quite a change from Lesotho in many ways, primarily because of the availability of Internet, restaurants and English speaking human beings. I've yet to figure out if these are good things, though. I'm still stuck in Lesotho mentally and emotionally, and I have a feeling I'll be stuck there for quite awhile.

The drive from Lesotho to Harrismith was lovely, as we watched the mountains disappear and the plains appear. On the way, we stopped for lunch in a little town called Clarens, and holy crap, was it a culture shock. The town was full of white skin, high end shops, art galleries and independently owned eateries. I'm not denying the fact that I enjoyed a delicious beer and smoked sausage lunch at the local German restaurant, but it was definitely very strange coming from a place that has so little and being thrown into a place that clearly has so much. After leaving Clarens, we made our way through magnificent Golden Gate Park, one of South Africa's most incredible national parks and wildlife sanctuaries. This park was incredible, and fortunately was the route we took to most of our destinations during our stay in Harrismith. Throughout our travels in the park, we not only saw the most amazing night sky complete with a stunning harvest moon, but also a collection of African animals including zebra, kudu, baboons, eland, warthog, meerkat, wildebeest, secretary birds and many types of bok.

Our lodging in Harrismith was situated smackdab in the middle of what could be considered a truck stop or rest area. It was an interesting area, with our small, Mountain View Inn hotel nestled in a plaza full of random restaurants, shops and gas stations, most of which closed before 5:00 pm. Needless to say, it wasn't the most exciting place we stayed, but fortunately our packed schedule balanced out the lack of excitement in our lodging. We spent two days exploring two ancient sacred sites a few hours from Harrismith. These beautiful sites are home to pilgrims who have been chosen by their deity to make the journey to the site and remain there until they have fulfilled their religious duties. Furthermore, people travel to these sites for various other reasons, such as spiritual cleansing, to be cured of an ailment, to be blessed with a child, etc. Visiting these sites was extremely voyeuristic and at times uncomfortable, but we were welcomed by the shamans, medicine men and healers we met and were even invited to take place in a ritual in which we made sacrifices of spices, alcohol and bread, sang, danced and read passages from religious texts. It was a surreal experience that left me with many questions and uneasy feelings.

While in Harrismith, we visited two very different schools. The first, Harriston Private School, was small, very expensive, diverse, beautiful and full of brilliant students and teachers. The second, Tshibollo Secondary School, was a township school (think Soweto), very poor, free to township students, not diverse (it was all black), run down and overcrowded (approximately 60 students per class). It was interesting (and emotionally draining) to see such stark differences between the two schools that are so close geographically, yet worlds apart financially and academically.

After six days in Harrismith, we traveled to Kimberley for a two day visit to the capital of the Northern Cape and the city that was once recognized as the throne of wealth of South Africa. In 1866, the first of Kimberley's diamonds was found and it didn't take long for a diamond rush to occur. In 1888, Cecil Rhodes founded the DeBeers Diamond Company (ever heard of DeBeers Jewelers??), and so began the diamond monopoly. Our first day in Kimberley included a visit to The Big Hole, which is the site of the largest DeBeers diamond mine, which has been closed down and is now a diamond museum and historical location. The hole itself is stunning, with cliffs diving into a bright green mineral lake. We spent the day here gawking at the beautiful hole, exploring the underground mine shafts, buying jewels for significant others and enjoying adult beverages and snacks in the sun.

Our second day in Kimberley was very busy, yet very rewarding. The morning and early afternoon was spent exploring various sites of ancient rock engravings and rock paintings. We were led by two wonderful guides who were very knowledgeable in geography, history and culture and were therefore able to teach us much about these topics. The afternoon was spent touring the Kimberley Art Museum with yet another wonderful and brilliant guide. It was a beautiful day full of beautiful art.

Next up, Bloemfontein, where we stayed at a game lodge that was home to giraffe, llama, alligator and many, many springbok. Our time in Bloemfontein was quite long and again quite busy, with visits to the Oliewenhuis Art Musuem and the Eunice Girls School, a walking tour of Bloemfontein led by an incredibly energetic (some might even say insane) historical architecture scholar, a night out in the 2nd Street District, a visit to a local animal refuge where we interacted with cheetahs, leopards, lions, wolves and servals and got to pet lion cubs and caracals, a trip to the movie theater to see the film, The Bang Bang Club, a visit to the National Museum and the University of the Free State, a visit to a children's art center and quite a few lectures on politics, apartheid, etc. As I said, a very busy and very long schedule.

My trip is coming to an end....but the best has been saved for last, as I'm now on my way to one of the most incredible cities in the world, CAPE TOWN!

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Location:Random cities, South Africa

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Lesotho Part 2: Roma

Roma is a magical place, combining the hustle and bustle of a 3rd world city with the peacefulness of a mountain village. It was interesting to experience the juxtaposition of these atmospheres by simply walking a couple of blocks down the street. I was fortunate to experience this more so than some of the other teachers traveling with me because of the locations in which I was assigned to work. My mornings consisted of teaching in the primary school in the village, while my afternoons were spent working at a community center in town. I learned so much through this teaching experience, both about myself and the community in which I taught. It was an invaluable experience that has affected me deeply.

Now for what most of you have been waiting for....details about my time with the children. As I said, my mornings in Roma were spent at a primary school in the village. We started the days by walking the half mile or so to the school, where each group spent the mornings with a different grade level (5th, 6th and 7th grades). It was interesting dealing with students of a different culture and educational background. There were some challenges, such as language barriers, extremely large class sizes (70ish per class), lack of electricity and encouraging students to move away from their traditional roles as listeners and toward our expectations of active learners. Despite these challenges however, the children were incredibly well behaved, respectful and intelligent. Although we weren't able to spend as much time with the students as we would've liked, we had a lot of fun teaching, dancing and playing with the students.

At the end of each morning at school, we returned to our guest house for a quick lunch and to change clothes, then drove the 10 minutes through the city to the community center on the other side of town. The community center in which I worked was called Bana Pele, which is Sesotho for Children First. Bana Pele is a shelter and center for AIDS orphans and was founded by the wife of the former Prime Minister of Lesotho, who spent her career as a pediatrician and now spends her time running the center and finding sources of funding for the center and the orphans who are a part of the center. The services this center offers are incredible, despite the economic hardships, lack of adequate facilities and the emotional distress that plague the director and volunteers.

Now, on to what I did there. In preparation for the trip, my partner and I prepared activities for 9 hours of work with approximately 40 children between the ages of 3 and 7. Unfortunately, as I've learned throughout my trip, things in Africa very rarely occur as planned. As the bus pulled up to the center on the first day, we were greeted not only by chaos, but also by approximately 400 children. A collective gasp, followed by some cursing and laughter echoed through the bus. After nearly an hour of trying to organize the children into age groups and figure out where to work with the masses, my partner and I took about 200 kids (all between 2-7) to a little barn where we taught them colors (in English) and led them in a coloring activity. Although the day was chaotic and pretty freaking stressful, the kids had so much fun, received some love and were fed, all of which are more important than anything.

The rest of the time at the center was quite different for me, as I was moved from the group of little ones and put into the position of dance teacher, which obviously was ok with me. I was then responsible for probably 100 kids between the ages of 7 and 15, all of whom I fell in love with. We had so much fun playing follow the dance leader, having dance circles and dance offs and learning an actual hip hop routine. Honestly, it was a blast. And let me tell you, those kids can dance!

Although I was assigned to Bana Pele, I briefly visited Leratong, the community center that is sponsored largely by Wittenberg and the center in which the other half of my fellow teachers spent their afternoons. The center has been decorated beautifully by Wittenberg students and, of course they left their mark by hanging flags and donating tshirts. It brought a smile to my face to see a connection to home in such a far away place.

Although we worked a lot while in Roma, it wasn't all work and no play. We had some free time to have a little fun, and we took advantage of that as much as possible. During our time in Roma, we celebrated the birthday of one of my fellow teachers by creating funny cards and posters, spoiling her with lavish gifts of booze and candy and having an evening bonfire complete with South African s'mores.

We had an opportunity to spend a wonderful day with some local artists. One was a traditional dressmaker, another was an artist who uses natural resources to create beautiful pieces based on historical events and another was an artist who uses recycled materials (mostly car parts) to create African themed art (mainly masks and animals). I immediately fell in love with an African mask and managed to beat out several of my travel partners in buying it. Although you can probably buy a similar mask online or at a store somewhere, there's something about buying it directly from a struggling artist that makes it so incredibly special.

We also had some local musicians visit us that day. They provided us with wonderful music, to which I clearly had to dance. Fortunately, I was able to drag several others onto the dance floor with me, so I wasn't the only one to make a fool of herself.

While in Roma, we had the honor of meeting the King of Lesotho. He spent about an hour with us, discussing our travels, our project, his role as king and his upcoming birthday celebrations. We had many questions for him, and he for us. We ended our time with him with tea, cake and a group picture, which unfortunately I don't have because we were only allowed to bring one camera into the meeting. Although the King is primarily viewed as a figurehead rather than a political leader, like the Queen of England, it was an honor to meet him and discuss his beautiful country with him.

My final night in Lesotho brought something of such great interest to me, and perhaps to some of you. While in Roma, we stayed at the Roma Guest House, which is owned and operated by a wonderful woman by the name of Jenny. Jenny not only provides jobs at the guest house for many locals, but also has created a trading post for locals to sell their goods, is on the board of the Leratong Community Center, organizes funding, housing and care for AIDS orphans and helps many locals with personal issues such as transportation, education, finances, etc. The final night, Jenny sat down with our group and explained her role in the community and told us ways in which we can help. She also brought in a woman living with AIDS who shared her story with us. She told us about the shame, the sickness, the medical care, her family and their reaction, everything she's experienced since receiving positive test results. This may seem insignificant to some, but when dealing with a country that has a 35% HIV infection rate, the highest in the world, Jenny's work and Daphne's story are very significant. I've pledged to help in any way possible and perhaps you will too. There are hundreds of AIDS orphans in Roma alone that Jenny works to support. They are in need of school supplies, clothing, money for food and housing and sponsors who will help pay school fees. An American dollar goes a very long way, so any little bit can and will help someone. If you're interested in helping, please let me know and I can send you more information.

As I said in my first Lesotho post, I'm still processing all that I experienced in Lesotho and trying to figure out how to express my feelings in a logical, understandable way. I'm constantly struggling with new emotions and thoughts while reflecting on my experience, so the formation of a reflective blog is a slow, ongoing process. I have things to think about, people to talk with and decisions to make before posting something so personal. So until I formulate something that I'm comfortable sharing with the world, I hope my descriptions of my time in Lesotho will suffice. I also hope that through the posts you've read thus far, you can realize the meaning of my travels, the importance of my experiences with the children and the beauty of the people I've encountered.

P.S. Just a little update about our situation with Owen, our driver...apparently he was not able to renew his license in Lesotho after all. The morning we left Lesotho we were informed that Owen was no longer able to be with us and that we would have a new driver from Lesotho who would escort us to Harrismith then a new driver from Owen's company would join us upon arrival in Harrismith. Well, the Lesotho driver joined us shortly before leaving Roma, but come to find out his license was also expired. So here we are with two illegal drivers. We had no other choice but to depart with crossed fingers with Owen as driver. We all held our breaths as Owen passed through security once again at the Lesotho-South African border. Fortunately the trip posed no problems. Our new driver, Robbie (or Roberto, as I choose to call him), greeted us in Harrismith and has been with us the past few days. Owen was an excellent guide and he will be missed, but so far Roberto has proven himself worthy.

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Location:Roma, Lesotho

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Lesotho Part 1: Morija

If someone asked me to describe my time in Morija in one word, I would choose idyllic. Everything was amazing...from the cozy location to the majestic views to the wonderful people and the incredible activities. I obviously can't share everything with you on here, as we simply experienced too much to write about, however I will share with you the things that were most special and meaningful to my life, views and thoughts about the world.

July 1st was a day of travel from Johannesburg to Morija. This was an international trip, therefore we had to cross a border to get into Lesotho. The South African side of the border was nice and calm and caused no problems for us. The Lesotho side was a different story, however. First, it was insanely busy, as it was Friday afternoon so all of the Basotho who work in South Africa during the week were returning to their families in Lesotho for the weekend. It was chaotic, disorganized and the meaning of "line" was virtually nonexistent. After trying to be polite Americans and waiting in a line for our turn, we soon realized it wasn't going to work, so we followed the example of the natives and began pushing and shoving our way to the front of the line. After nearly an hour of chaos, we all made it through the checkpoint and back to the bus. Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come. As we were pulling away from the border, a group of police motioned us to pull over during a random vehicle checkpoint. Everything was fine until they asked for Owen's (our driver) driving license. After reviewing it for a minute, they asked Owen to step out of the vehicle and began questioning him. Inside the bus, we had no idea what was happening and were therefore quietly freaking out, as we were a group of white "rich" Americans sitting on a bus in an area of extreme poverty and violence surrounded by men peering in the windows, women yelling at us and police officers with guns harassing our driver. After a few minutes, Mark, our leader, informed us that Owen's bus license had expired and they were getting ready to take him to jail. Cue more freaking out. To make this long story a bit shorter, Mark saved the day by contacting our representative in Lesotho who has extreme pull in all things occurring in Lesotho. She spoke with the border patrol officers and convinced them to let Owen go on the grounds that she would immediately have a new license sent in from South Africa. It must be nice to be friends with the King!

We finally arrived at our guest house in Morija after 10 hours of driving. Morija wasn't a town, as I had expected, but rather a village consisting of probably 7 buildings for public use and several houses, all made of scrap wood, tin, tarps, straw and mud. The guest house was situated on the edge of the mountain, above the village and required a 10 minute drive on an extremely bumpy mountain "road" to get to. Upon arrival, it immediately felt like home. The house itself was lovely and extremely welcoming, as it was previously the owner's home. The staff was very friendly and welcomed us warmly. Although it was cold outside, it was warm and cozy inside, primarily because of the fireplace, but also because of the friendly environment and wonderful people in my group (and, of course, the house dog, Mosley).

The mountain on which the house was situated provided us with several opportunities to explore. The first day, we hiked up to an area with fossilized dinosaur footprints and a natural fireplace and chimney used by locals to perform various rituals. We were joined by a wonderful Canadian family who was also staying at the guest house during their time in Lesotho while adopting a young orphan. This family has affected me will read more about this in a later post. After the hike, we went horseback riding through the mountains, which cost us a little more money, but was worth it as the money went to the owners of the horses, providing them with a little extra money to support their families. We ended the day with a walk through the village and a visit to the home of a local family.

The following day was incredible, yet exhausting. We spent most of the daylight hours hiking to the very top of the mountain, where we found a remote village, ate lunch on a cliff overlooking the mountains of Morija and heard stories of history and tradition. The hike up was intense and made me realize how out of shape I am. The hike down was awesome, as it resulted in the formation of Team JEG (John, Erica, Genevieve), the slowpokes who had a very difficult time walking but a whole hell of a lot of fun! We ended the day with a traditional song and dance performance by local children.

A few additional tidbits of excitement...
-Sesotho language lessons given by Bridgitte, the owner of the guest house
-Visits to schools and the National Curriculum Development Center to learn about Lesotho's education system
-Visit to a Chinese textile factory that could be considered a sweatshop (thumbs down) but employs MANY Basotho (thumbs up)
- Visit to the U.S. Embassy, which is included in the list of my favorite parts of the trip
-Visit to the Morija Museum where we learned about the history and culture of the Basotho
-Visit to traditional weavers, where I bought a small African weaving to go in my future child's nursery

-Magnificent views of the stars and Milky Way, which of course included a night photography session

-Visit to a local village where we saw demonstrations of mud thatching of houses and pottery making...and of course played with kids

-Hike to the top of Thaba Bosiu, the mountain on which the Kingdom of Lesotho was formed under the leadership of King Moshoeshoe

Our last day in Morija was one of the best days of the trip thus far. We visited Lesotho Teacher's College, the only teachers college in Lesotho. The visit started with a Q&A session with various professors, deans, etc., which, honestly, was quite boring. After, they told us to come outside, as some of the students wanted to share their work with us. They led us outside and into a crowd of people. Just as we were all wondering what was happening, we were led onto a stage surrounded by probably 400 students, all of whom were cheering and waving. The work they wanted to share with us was actually traditional instrument playing, dancing, singing and welcome speeches. It was so wonderful to be greeted in such a friendly manner and we felt so incredibly special to be included in their traditional ceremonies. Many of us cried, mostly from joy but also from sheer awe and amazement at the beauty of these wonderful people and their customs. It was an incredibly moving experience and will forever be a piece of me.

One final note about my time in Morija. This is the place where I formed some lasting friendships. The 14 people in my group all stayed in the same house, shared 3 bathrooms and gathered nightly by the fireplace, which allowed for bonding, stories and laughter. I'm fortunate to be a part of this wonderful group and to now consider these amazing people my friends.

The beauty of the people and the land of Morija have left a footprint in my heart. My final Lesotho post will be reflective, rather than factual in nature and will be posted whenever I feel comfortable with the way I have organized and collected my thoughts and feelings on paper. Whether that be tomorrow or a month from now, I hope you will read it and be able to at least feel a small piece of the wonder and magic of Lesotho and the impact this experience has had on my life.

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Location:Morija, Lesotho

Find me here, and speak to me
I want to feel you, I need to hear you
You are the light that's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again.