If i learn one thing in the next two years it will be patience! Life here is slow, each event or task is sandwhiched between half an hour of waiting, for no apparent reason. people don~t ask why, they merely are content to sit and be, and then for no apparent reason the program, or what not will commence. If i can learn to sit and be I will be happy here... American culture has engrained in us that waiting or unstructured time equals unproductivity and slothfulness. But, like a cross cultural warrior im trying to overcome this, and using the time to jsut become aware of myself, my breathing, my surrounding, validating the time for what it is life. Very much thanks to Sarah light who gave me Peace is Every Step, much of this zen~mediative words a spout are inspired from ideas found in this book.
Some quick updates
1. Everyone needs a little Pologomy in their life.
I learned last week that father, seniour chefe (ie sherieff of my town) not only has one adoring wife, BUT 3 Wives. Yes folks, that is right. Pologomy is still widly practice in Mocambique, im leaving with his primera mulher (first woman) so this family is definatly better off. The kids across the stree that live ina partly constructed cement house, which is missing a roof, i learned are not my cousins, but his second wifes children. But, his second wife lives in Maputo (capital city) so ghis 13 year old daughter takes care of the 4 children. Bit your ethnocentric tounge chelsea. His third wife lifes in Xai Xai, the city inwhich he was born... so he travels there a few times a year. So my father has around 15 kids, the family situation gets sticker by the minute. Its ahrd for me not to lose respect for the man. But by Mocambique he is a good man-- he has three beautiful woman, healthy children, and he is a good father (provides money, doesnt drink too excessively, and is not physcially abusive). I am coming to realize it will be close to impossiable to date, seeing mozambiquan men donºt understand teh word monogomy and their manhoods is judged on there number of girlfriends.... only time will tell.
2. The Traveling Bacia
Literally my livelihood is in my Bacia, a green plastic bucket that i depend on! So let me take you through the day in the life of my Bacia.
I fill my Bacian with water from the well in my yard for my bucket bath shower, third of the day. Afterwards I fill my Bacia with more water and bring it into my room. After Dinner the Bacia is then used to wash my hands, face, and brush my teeth. Then, this sounds really gross, but everyone does it in mocambique bc its to dark to go outside at night, I pee in the bacia! and don~t you all front like you dont have to pee in teh middle of the night, its out of necesity.
Empty the Bacia into the bano. clean the bacia and then use it to take a bucket bath shower, then my dirty socks and running closthes are soaked in the bacia.
Remove the dirty running close, use the bacia to collect water to pure through my filter. I have to Boil and Filter my water here. Then the Bacia is filled for the 2nd bucket bath shower. The Bacia gets to rest between lunch and dinner, much needed and well desereved.
i thought this would provide an interesting insiet into my life... Chelsea and her green Bacia.
3. ESL teaching has begun...
We started model school this week, where kids voluntarily come to school on their summer break, because its summer here. It feel so good to teach, and the kids really respond to my lessons. although sometimes a little too much, i had 2 students in my 9th grad class ask me out. its wierd here, because in 9th grade people are anywhere from 13 to 25... i told them private tutoring wasnt part of my policy. The whole dynamic between teacher student is crazy, is commonly accepted fro female students to sleep with male teachers to get a passing grad, were talking 12 year old girls. but i have to keep my feminist mouth shut! diffcult to say the least. Next week im teaching my 9th graders how to structure a paragraph, woo hoo!