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Monthly Archive for June, 2008

Not just a guest

When I first got to Paraguay, I had the feeling that I might be somewhat accepted into the families I was staying with. But, I didn’t expect anything like what I´ve experienced in my few weeks of being here. For example, the parents consider me their son and not just a guest. They give me love and care just like they do with their real kids. They constantly wonder if you’re alright and where you are.

All this love is making me feel many things: confusion, acceptance, compassion, comfortable, and much more. Everyone here is just so kind to you. When you walk by, everyone says “hi,” and asks how you are, no matter if they know you or not. It’s just amazing to me how people can let complete strangers into their houses just to get out of the rain and how protective the kids down here are of me and the group. It makes me wonder would I do that if the opportunity arose. It’s kind of weird, but at the same time it’s flattering how the people here want to know everything about you. They love to hear about your likes, your dislikes, and all of your deepest thoughts.

Since I have arrived here, I have done many things. I’ve shown how Americans truly are. Americans are not all like the stereotypes people have: unintelligent people-loving war-who only party-and don’t care about anything. I have worked, played, and danced a lot together with other Paraguayans. My Spanish has improved thanks to this trip and all of my teachers young and old.

"Both Hands"

“Let us receive these bikes with two hands.” I heard these words this morning at our World Bicycle Relief bike distribution ceremony in Monze. Two hands indicate cooperation-they suggest great commitment to something. My life has been shaped by my belief that all things good and important should be held with both hands-so it was no surprise to me that the statement of the District Commissioner resonated with me and gave our experience thus far perspective.

Cooperation and commitment, within and among communities has been an ever present theme since our arrival in Zambia. Both hands have been a part of every activity we have participated in since our arrival. In each, we see the importance of community-led responses, as the community knows best what it needs.

Let’s begin with Chikumbuso-a women’s cooperative and school that began as a discussion between two women from completely different worlds. In listening to the heart of the community a group of two turned in to ten and now includes hundreds. The children of Chikumbuso are what draws us there, but the women and their resilient spirit are what makes the experience unforgettable. Women that have chosen to work together to save their families, their communities, themselves. It would be easy to feel sorry for the women there, to take pity on their situation, but their hands work together-at the art of creation-and together they provide the best support for each other and sustain their community.

Yesterday, the two hands of many tilled the soil and planted the seeds of what should become a wondrous garden full of tomatoes and cabbage at the Chongwe Basic School. In two and a half hours we, the hands of our new community combined with the hands of the local community, planted twenty rows of growth and sustenance for their school and community-the sale of the vegetables will support the construction of the school and the purchase of much needed resources.

And so it brings me back to this morning and what I will remember as one of the greatest moments from this trip. As the ceremony went on, I thought about how bikes have always been a part of my life-how they had once been a tool for play and now are my lifeline to all the activities I treasure. I never thought of my bike as a luxury or an advantage in life. But in the moments that passed as caregivers were overcome with joy and elation at receiving a simple machine, I recognized the real significance of what we were there to do. Again both hands were at play, the cooperation and commitment of the caregivers-giving of themselves to care for the sick in their communities and their families-and the cooperation and commitment of the community of organizations, local and global, that strive to bring together those that give and those that need.

In Zambia, when people greet you they do so with both hands and so it is with both hands that I grasp and embrace this experience and continue the journey.

PS-I had the joy of riding a bike we are donating to the farm in Monze from the highway to the campground-not on the paved bike lanes of DC but the overgrown grasses of fields of maize… and I used both hands!

Chongwe Community School and PlayPumps

Today was another sleep-in morning since the bus took off at 9 AM. After a half-hour drive into a more rural part of Zambia, we arrived at Chongwe Community School.

A group of adults and students greeted us next to the old brick buildings and the PlayPump that was a main attraction of the grounds. They welcomed us and then ushered us towards a cleared field. We were instructed to set up a grid system using sticks and rope and to make 20 holes using hoes for each length of rope. The task looked impossible at first because the ground was rocky and had heaps of broken corn stalks strewn across it. We split into groups of fours with two people holding the sticks and string in place, one person creating the 20 holes, and another person relaying watering cans back and forth from the PlayPump.

We soon developed a relay system in which a few people pushed the PlayPump around, full of happy children, to create a decent flow of water (PlayPumps work by spinning a merry-go-round that creates enough energy to lift and clean the ground water and then push it out a hose nearby), while others brought the full buckets to the field (often copying the African women and balancing the water buckets on their heads).

The task took only around two hours as we worked as a team to clear the field, sow the seeds, and water it all. The best part was, however, watching an organization’s, like PlayPumps, ideas be used to help others. We hear about these grand ideas of setting up elaborate plans to end poverty or cure disease, but one rarely gets to see those ideas in action. Today, the LearnServe team witnessed the water purifying system of PlayPumps being used to supply Chongwe Community School with a vegetable garden to supply the children with healthy, sustainable food.

As we pushed the PlayPump around, we were also able to play with the children. We picked them up and repositioned them as we pushed them around and around. The kids never got bored of the spinning while most of us hobbled off dizzy and a little nauseous after just one spin. The garden was finally finished and we packed into the bus again. The children grabbed onto our hands and waved at the bus as we drove away. Even though today was just a short session, it was still very fulfilling and fun to see a new set of children and set them up with a brand new garden.

Reflections on San Juan, Carapegua, and Asuncion

San Juan was a very humble place and what I take away with me first is- that being a good horsewoman or man is more important then owning a car, (everyone owns a horse) second- the kindness and pride the people have and their pride in being Paraguayan. I also will remember all the hotel managers efforts to make me comfortable and keep our room heated even though he probably never spent a night with heat himself no matter what the weather was. Last thoughts about San Juan: You better be in the mood to eat a lot of bread con anis!!! (A roll with a licorice spice mixed in).

Carapegua: The most pleasant memories come from my host family whose children were so curious about everything American. The six year old boy saying, wheres the chica!!

I stayed awake long enough to be able to identify every musical artist we both knew as well and then switch to English which they wanted to practice with me and had tutoring lessons on the weekends. I loved how excited the people were to be from Carapegua and how they enjoyed showing us all around and especially celebrating Amy’s birthday together at the local pizza place.

On the day we left they were sad that we didn’t stay longer and as they put on a final show for them I realized they knew how to make us feel so very welcomed and appreciated. Lasting impressions: I especially enjoyed working with the teachers and showing them interactive games to do with the students and share classroom management techniques as well.

I felt so alive and like the world became flat-as if we were like neighbors sharing coffee or mate (their drink, its a strong tea)together. We spent most of the time joking and playing games!!

Finally: Asuncion: We will begin working with the volunteers tomorrow and go tomorrow to Santa Ana, a very impoverished neighborhood. My impressions as I was being introduced around the area by the teenagers were overwhelming. Walking around was like stepping into a Dali painting, so surreal, in terms of the depth of poverty they live in, it had absolutely no feeling of normalcy.

To be continued…….

At the flea market

Many people find a day at a flea market overwhelming, extremely cluttered, or disorderly. I on the other hand, thrive in all the excitement of outdoor bargain shopping. Saturday June 22, 2008, our day began at 9:00 am for an adventure in one of Lusaka’s most well known craft markets. Paying the low fee of only $2,000 Kwacha (75 cents), I was let loose like a kid in a candy store.

My eyes danced from corner to corner inundated astounding jewelry, wooden sculptures, traditional Zambian clothes and much more.

With no idea what to tackle first, I made the decision to shop for loved ones before I began spoiling myself. After bargaining with a local Zambian artists I purchased two stunning paintings for my mom and sister—and the deals just kept rolling! Twenty minutes and $200,000 Kwacha ($67) later I had purses, earrings, necklaces, leather shoes, four wrap skirts, a dress, and more was still to come.

In a crowd of Africans, Britons, Indians, Chinese and Americans, it was refreshing to run into a fellow LearnServe traveler and peek at all the souvenirs he/she had purchased for family. Many of us were impressed with the amount of talent being showcased and excited we were able to take our favorite chunk of Zambian talent home with us.

With $20,000 Kwacha ($6.50) set aside for lunch, I treated myself to Asian noodles and had great conversation with a couple from the UK. As I was on my way to load the bus, an exquisite traditional Zambian tapestry caught my eye and cleaned me out another $100,000 Kwacha ($33.50). With one more beautiful aspect of Zambian culture under one arm, my day of fun-filled outdoor craft shopping may have come to a close, but my bags full of goodies will last a lifetime!

A Day at the African Market

Today we woke up expecting a day of leisure, but shopping at an African Craft Market is no easy task. There were many new things to see and do and we just didn’t know where to begin.

There were rows upon rows of everything you could imagine, from fruits and vegetables to jewelry carved from ebony or copper to barstools made out of bottle caps. It was certainly a circus for the eyes, something new and exciting each place you looked. And then the games begin. You would walk up to a vendor, trying to act nonchalant, definitely do not show too much interest. Then as you slowly look around and very carefully set your eyes on the item you most desire, you point and say, “How much?” These are the words every vendor longs to hear, and then the bargaining begins. We spent as long as ten minutes bargaining back and forth for the best price and the most amazing souvenir to show our friends and family on our return. As I walked back to the bus with just a small taste of Zambia in my many bags, I opened the door and sat down exhausted but satisfied with the day. We began to pull away and I looked back at the children running along behind the customers around the outskirts of the market, desperately trying to sell anything they could to help their family eat their next meal and I just thought, what a different experience they must have had at the market today.

How accurate were my assumptions about Paraguay?

My first impressions upon coming to Paraguay were proven totally wrong. I thought that it would be poor, poverty stricken, beggars, no electricity, cut off from society… etc. However, the families that I stayed with in San Juan and Carapegua are middle class families, with cars, and food, and electricity. They are very family-oriented and love being together.

My family even had a maid. They thought that it was so strange that as an American I was so willing to help and clean.

The kids have digital cameras and everywhere you went there were kids texting on their cell phones. I was lucky enough to go to a quinceanera party in San Juan. I felt so out of place because everything was super fancy. It felt almost rude that I looked so… grungy. The girls have an almost European fashion sense and wear tons of makeup.

It is such a difference between San Juan, Carapegua, and Asuncion. From the crazy driving everywhere in the city, to the lack of actual parental rules for children that Americans take for granted. For instance, there are little to no stop lights in any of the cities, kids drive at age 11 and 12 with no licenses, kids and adults drink together, nobody believes in seat belts… I could go on and on.

On a more serious note we visited Santa Ana today, a barrio that isn’t even 15 minutes away from the center of Asuncion. The poverty level itself wasn’t a shock but some little things did stick out. Little kids were walking around in flip-flops or barefoot in the rain, chickens were drinking dirty water from the stream, people rode in wagons drawn by donkeys, and yet in the middle of all of it there was a school with murals and computers and happy kids which just goes to prove that the LSP program really does make a difference with its donations and personal relationships. I also learned a little of Santa Ana’s history and about how it is ignored by the government so much so that it isn’t even on the map.

It’s crazy, but… I love Paraguay. I don’t want to come home… except to get some chocolate chip pancakes from IHOP!!!

Santa Ana

Today was our first full day in Asuncion, and therefore our first day visiting Santa Ana. For those of you who don’t know, Santa Ana is a small community about 10 minutes outside of Asuncion.

The living conditions are so bleak and the people are in such poverty, that the government refuses to acknowledge it (The town is not on the map of Paraguay). We were all told that the town would be bad, but I really was not in store for what Santa Ana had to offer. The roads were not well paved, the rain was not properly drained, and the buildings were not upheld properly.

But the biggest shock for me was when our group stopped in a soup kitchen, or comedor. But it was not for homeless adults like I might have imagined. They were kids. Some kids were comfortable enough to say a quick “Hola” or “Ciao,” but most of the children had looks of blank desperation and hopelessness – a stare that I will never forget. Just the fact that kids could not be fully supported by their guardians really impacted me. There do not seem to be any child service laws in this country. That experience today stuck out at me, and it made me realize how fortunate I was as a child to have the basic necessities to get by.

David Kaunda Visit

Who would have thought kids from different sides of the world and the equator, could come together as one? When we first met the students at David Kaunda (DK) we were a little skeptical and nervous. We were uncertain about what to expect, but everything just flowed, it was like reuniting with old relatives. We had such a good time with them at school we decided to invite them to our “HOME”.

After a long day of building bikes for the World Bicycle Relief, we came home to relax. We were unaware that we were having company and were truly excited to see the van pull up with our new friends that we never thought we would see again. Once they arrived we went outside to greet them. Afterwards we came inside and talked about how much we missed each other. Four days away from them felt like years apart.

They welcomed us to their school with open arms, so it was important for us to do the same. Since pizza is an American delicacy we decided to share it with them. We all had our favorites and Wezi was mine. He taught me how to play crazy eights and we talked for a while. After eating we gave the females from DK a tour of the female house.

The night went well and we all had a lovely time. I really wanted to give my partner Kunda a gift but I had nothing to give. This experience here in Africa is truly one to remember and I hope they remember us. I would like to sign off with the name my African friend gave me,

Sincerely,

Tokzile

60 lbs of Love

Simple ideas + action, save lives. World Bicyclye Relief (WBR) is an idea that embodies this concept. WBR was founded and started by one man, F.K. Day. F.K. was completely moved by the tragedy of the Tsunami that hit Thailand and Sri Lanka in December 2004. Based on the images of sorrow and loss he saw on television, he traveled there with his wife, a professional photographer, to see what they could do to help out. F.K. runs a high end bike parts company called Shram and his initial idea was to donate bikes to children in the region. However, when he and his wife travelled to Thailand and started interviewing local people, they learned that adults were the ones in much greater need of bikes. In fact, bikes were vitally necessary for a family to transport, goods, food, and medicine and to improve their economic stability. Although originally thinking they would provide a few hundred bikes, they discovered that nearly ten thousand bikes were needed. F.K. used his connections with bicycle companies and makers around the globe to make and donate bikes by the thousands to Asia. World Vision, with whom he had partnered, then approached F.K. about doing a similar project in Africa. Upon learning that, in Africa, the same number of people that died in the Tsunami die every 10 days from HIV/AIDS and other various diseases, F.K. knew Africa would be his next venture.

F.K. started his work in Zamia where WBR is now headquartered. WBR delivers its bikes to health care workers throughout the nine provinces of Zambia. The bikes enable health care workers to carry medical supples and medicine to Zambians in need of medical care. The bikes allow health care workers, who are all volunteers, to see many more patients than they possibly could on foot. Health care workers, who sign a two year contract to use the bicycles, can also use them for their own economic development and well-being.

Today we learned first hand the importance of bikes to the African community. In the morning, we visited the TATA factory to see how the bicyles are made and assembled. These are no ordinary bicycles. In F.K.’s words, they are ‘60 lbs of love’. These bikes are made of steel. They have a sturdy steel frame, one gear, thick tires, and a rack on the back that can hold up to 200 lbs. All the bicycles are made by hand by mechanics who are not paid but do receive training, a set of tools, a pair of overalls and a free bike. With these skills and tools, the mechanics have a useful trade and can support themselves by earning money to repair bikes in their local communities. The workers build approximately 45 bikes in a day.

Building a bike is no easy task as we learned later in the afternoon when we had the opportunity to build the bikes ourselves.

It was a bit daunting from the beginning. Laid out on the ground in front of us were the bike frames and all the parts that needed to be assembled: pedals, handle bars, fenders, kick stands, wheels, a bicyle seat, and many, many types of bolts and screws. In groups of three and four, we began assembling the bikes. It was a bit like a jigsaw puzzle. Luckily for us, five of the mechanics from the factory assisted us. With their help and encouragement, each group assembled 3 bicycles. We tested them out afterwards and can safely say that they all worked! It was a great feeling of accomplishment and all of us agreed that it was very labor intensive. It took anywhere from 1 to 1 ½ hours for us to assemble each bicycle. We certainly had a much greater appreciation for the mechanics who manage to make a minimum of 45 a day.

On Monday, we will personally deliver and ceremoniously present our 30 bikes to Monze, a rural community in southern Zambia. I have no doubt that our batch of ‘60 lbs of Love’ will be used to save lives.

P.S. It cost $109.00 to donate a bicycle.