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Lessons in Collaboration and Grace

I have learned two major lessons from our Zambian hosts in the last few weeks. The first is that collaboration not only improves the lives of the Zambian people, but it also saves the lives of the Zambian people. One of the organizations that we have worked with is called RAPIDS (Reaching AIDS Affected People with Integrated Development and Support). They are the umbrella group that works with private, government, non-profit, and faith-based organizations to deliver care to people infected in rural areas.

For example, they help World Bike Relief streamline the process by which caregivers are identified and given bikes. They go into each of Zambia’s nine provinces and identify the organization that has the strongest network in a specific region and use them to distribute the bikes. In the Southern province the Salvation Army is the strongest and they were a big part of our bike distribution last week in Monze.

Instead of trying to reinvent the wheel in each province, RAPIDS works to make existing programs stronger. They do not get caught up in the competitive political antics that diminish the amount of money and services that can reach the community that is meant to be served. As a result, the Zambian government and relief organizations are able to do a decent job of reaching people with HIV/AIDS. While they are in dire straits by western standards (the average life expectancy is for adults is 37 and babies who are born with the virus rarely make it past their second birthday), they are able to counsel and reach more people than they would if they did not use collaborative ways to bridge the gap in the cultures of the African people and western doctors and aid workers.

At the Moorings campsite, we met with Thea, a Dutch doctor, who runs a small clinic for her 300 employee farm and is in charge of coordinating HIV/AIDS programs for the Southern province. She said that when she first started trying to test and counsel the workers on her farm, she was met with resistance. Her first obstacle was convincing the community that they needed to be tested. Her second obstacle was that she had to learn how to deliver the news, once people were identified as being positive. She was able to overcome the first barrier by providing ARV’s (anti-retroviral medication) to the farm community. Once members of the community understood that the medication could improve their health, they were willing to be diagnosed and treated.

She was able to overcome the second obstacle once she understood the culture of the Zambian people. She said that her western understanding of the disease led her to make a rather dramatic delivery of the news. The Zambians, however, are not a dramatic people. Once she started to use Zambian counselors, she learned that her patients simply wanted the news and time to be sad. Once they had time to adjust to their new circumstance, they picked up the pieces and moved on with their lives. They did not want to wallow or lament, they simply wanted to move on to the best of their ability. The number of people infected on the farm is significant. Thea estimates that 30% of her 300 employees are infected. The national is average is said to be 15%, but this statistic is thought to be low due to the high number of people nationwide who have not been tested and identified for treatment.

This ability to overcome obstacles and live life to the fullest despite personal circumstances is the second lesson that I take away from this trip. I have never met more gracious people in my entire life. In a country that has an average per capita income of $921 and a 50% unemployment rate, the educators and community builders with whom we have worked have made a difference in their neighbors’ lives. They care for ailing family members, work hard as seasonal farm labor to provide for their families, teach under tin roofs and on dirt floors, and welcome strangers from afar into their world. Although they are grateful for the teaching items we have carried in our suitcases, I think they are mostly happy that we wanted to share a small piece of their life. While I came bearing teaching materials and lesson plans, I leave with a heavy heart knowing that I should have done more and need to do more to help. As I sit in my last night in a developing country that is losing an entire generation of people to a brutal virus, I cannot help but wonder what my own industrialized and healthy country could accomplish if we only fostered a community spirit that was more collaborative and gracious.

So, in the final blog posting written in Zambia, I would like to begin my personal exit goal of collaborating with my neighbors and community more by saying how much I have enjoyed working on the blog with everyone who participated in LSZ ‘08. Unlike most of the program participants who have yet to see the blog, I was able to spend some time each night with the writers as they worked on providing a snapshot of what we experienced that day. It was a great experience and I enjoyed seeing how our diverse group of students and teachers interpreted and described each day’s activities.

Finally, I would like to say that Rachel Johns and Ambria Archibald had the enormous task of sorting through hundreds of pictures each night to provide the images to share with all of you. They deserve big Zambian thank you for the hours they spent providing the complete picture!

First Time Camping: In Africa

Who knows what day it is! I have lost track. We arrived in Monze in the Southern province of Zambia and because I have no sense of direction, we made a series of turns and arrived at the Moorings Campsite. In their places, and already set up were tents. Yes, I said it. Tents.

This city kid, who has only stayed in the finest of digs, has to now pick a TENT. It’s yellow and made by the North Face company. Some of the kids and teachers nicknamed it my condo.

So the first night rolls around and at this time of year in Zambia there is no evening dusk. At 7 PM it’s completely dark and your body feels like it is 1 AM. I get in my condo, situate things as best I can debating what can be in and what can be left out. When I say left out I do mean the suitcase standing guard at the rear door of my condo.

After peering up at the stars for about an hour—they really are brilliant. I settle in for the night, thinking to myself: I’ve never camped before, I’ve never been in Africa, and you guessed it, never camped in Africa.

I got a thrill! For four consecutive nights thrill after thrill after thrill. My highlight at the top of the list is my first time camping in Africa.

What was your "moment?"

Each participant offers a description of something important that happened to them on their trip. Their responses follow:

Brenda: For me, the moment was when I was combing the little kids hair at the Santa Ana Health Day. A little girl said to me “I have lice.” All I could do was braid her hair and make it pretty because I couldn’t get all the lice out. I helped a little bit.

Jennifer: When I was brushing hair at the Santa Ana Health Day, a girl had flees in her hair. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t do anything. I felt bad for them but then I realized that they weren’t upset, they were still really happy despite their condition. Also when we painted in the Santa Ana school, every time we finished painting a character on the mural, little kids came by to see them and they were so happy.

Matt: For me, there wasn’t just one experience. There were so many. The interaction with families in Carapegua and San Juan and having to push myself to use my Spanish vocabulary and interact in a different language was awesome. I felt uncomfortable at first, but then I was glad I did it.

Hannah: My ah-ha moment was when I had lunch with Gustavo’s family in Santa Ana.

It was me, him, my host sister from Colegio San Jose and his family. We had fun laughing. Were on the floor laughing. We lost track of time, we were late to get back to the community center, but I didn’t want to be anywhere but there at that moment.

Malina: It was in Carapegua, with my host sister. We had limited language but we connected so well. I didn’t really talk to anyone in the family but I had a bond with her. I also bonded with my San Jose host family. I had the idea that they were going to be snotty and at first they were. I was unhappy until we sat down and got to know one another. They realized that Americans are not all about money. We talked about 9-11 and were shocked to learn that I had lost people. They were also surprised that I didn’t support Bush. It was a special moment for me, when I got to know them.

James: I came to see how much Spanish I actually learned during the school year. It’s as good as I thought it was. Also, I thought I might find out something about me. I did. I like to paint. I haven’t painted since I was 10 and I realize how much I like it.

Maya: For me it was teaching Santa Ana kids about health. They are eager to learn, so excited to learn. This surprised me because at home I wouldn’t listen to a one-hour lecture on health but they wanted to learn.

Shadeena: One of the reasons I came on this trip was to improve my Spanish. I also love working with kids. At the health day I was able to use my talents and I braided hair. The kids loved it and it made me feel good.

Ithi: Two moments for me—in Carapegua and in Asuncion-the families both called me their “hija.” It made me so happy to know that I was part of their family. I was so skeptical at first to stay in families here, but when the dad called me his “hija” I forgot all my worries.

Catherine: In Asuncion, I went to the Anglo English school with my host sister because she teaches English there. She has one boy in her class that really hates Americans, and he was upset to see me there. But then we went out for lunch and I met him at the empanada place, we talked. he got to know me and realized I was not like George Bush and our government.

In an opposite experience, we also went to the pharmacy one day and because I couldn’t speak enough Spanish to ask for what I wanted, the pharmacy lady was offended. She wanted me out of her store. Two opposite experiences. One I was able to change and one I couldn’t.

Montel: When I was in Asuncion with my new family what changed me was how rich they were. I kept thinking how would they react in Santa Ana? Would they look down on them? But what touched me was when my host brother came to Santa Ana he was so open to the people. Then when I was sick, my host mother was so worried about me, she kept saying keep the faith and to rely on what you believe in. I was so impressed.

Michael J: For me, I have been moved by seeing the relationships that have grown between all of us and with the Paraguyans. This has opened my eyes and has been important and inspirational to me. This experience has kind of made me feel whole again and feeling that everything is going to be all right in my world.

AnneMarie: The day that really hit me was the health day in Santa Ana. I came back to the hotel feeling really emotional about it—every time I think of it, it makes me emotional. Our team just jumped in and got to work. We picked the lice out of the kids hair. It was incredibly inspiring for me as a teacher. It really impacted me to see the kids from Colegio San Jose washing hair and helping out in a neighborhood they didn’t know existed. I think it is a really beautiful thing. I keep the image of Cesar from Santa Ana washing hair of his neighborhood kids. This should stick with us—the love for your neighbor. To work with all the LSP kids on a different level, as equals, makes me want to find a way to do this everyday. Getting to know everyone on the LSP team on a different level has been really awesome.

Bennett: There are so many things. I am grateful that you guys have organized this. When we walked into the gym in Carapegua and there were so many students and they all clapped. When we heard our national anthem, I had goose bumps. I was so proud of all of us and still am. This was very special for me, a really cool moment. In Santa Ana, I had thousands of moments that express why I am here. How eager these small children are to learn. I was teaching them to type—how boring, right?— but every time I looked at the kids faces I was so happy that I am here. On Friday, we started late and the kids had started their own lesson and Alejandro was teaching and it gave me hope that what we are doing will continue.

Amy: I have nothing to add that hasn’t already been said. Everyday was an ah-ha moment for me— to see how the LSP team got task and the motivation behind our work was incredible.

Barbara V: On Monday, Santa Ana folks were so excited to have us. On Tuesday, I realized that though they inspire me, it blew me away to see how much we inspire them.

Anne: I was stressed about planning the environmental work in Santa Ana. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to motivate the students. On Tuesday, I was excited to see that the Santa Ana kids were all out in the river bed looking for bugs, in the water, totally into it and I could see that they were so eager to discover things on their own. In my normal life I have to push kids to learn but here they want to learn. Then, when we taught all the older kids how to use the microscopes it was instant gratification for me because within an hour the older kids were teaching others how to use the microscopes. It was a good feeling.

Barbara S: There are so many layers to this trip. What is the ah-ha moment to each layer of this trip? What moment affirmed you? Helped your self-esteem? Opened your eyes? This trip really helped my esteem; helped me to challenge myself. When I met my families in each site (I can’t speak the language) it was overwhelming. The mom here in Santa Ana said to me “I love you”. It really, really helped me. I do know I need to go back and have some space and go through personally all the different layers and think about the poverty. There are so many dichotomies. We had lunch three feet from the pigs in the canal, so many dichotomies. But the family accepted and loved me.

Michael L: I don’t know what I think about this whole trip, I don’t know, I don’t know what to think. It just keeps coming at me. When it really kind of hit me was when we were leaving Santa Ana and everyone was giving hugs. I realized that one of the most profound differences between here and the US is how the people treat you and one another. People are warmer. I didn’t know them all but they would all hi-5 me and even though I didn’t know their names they would say hi to me.

Maddy: It was the first day in Santa Ana—that is why I came back. They all remembered my birthdate, what I did last year, what they gave me last year, etc. The friendships here are incredible. It was the Friday we got to SA—that is why I am here.

Grace: When we went to Santa Ana the first day, the poverty didn’t really hit me. It was different than in San Juan or Carapegua but it didn’t hit me. But when we were in the hotel for the big dinner all the kids from Santa Ana came in, then San Jose came in, I saw the difference between rich and poor in the same country—it hit me.

Rashida: Last night at our “despedida” in Santa Ana the girl that I ate lunch with during the week was crying and hugging me. It was then that I realized that we had created bonds with these people. I hadn’t even known her that long. Also, when we were picking up trash with the San Jose and Santa Ana kids—we were all working together to make a difference

Asha: It was the health day. We just jumped in there and didn’t care what was wrong with the kids, working with the kids in SA and washing hair. My biggest ah-ha moment was yesterday. My team had to reschedule our health talk on drug addiction but I had to go in the morning to Colegio San Jose to see the festival with my host sister and we got back to Santa Ana 10 minutes after the class was over. It made me emotional to see how upset I was to have missed teaching this class.

Luz: When I thought about coming to Paraguay I knew I wanted to serve and help. I think I achieved that goal. At the despidida last night and they showed the video of pictures of the week, I saw the difference we made. It is very special for them all that we do. They find a lot of hope when we are together. Even though we couldn’t all speak Spanish, there is a universal language—love. It is a connection between all of us if we are willing to open ourselves. Also seeing my host brother cry when we saw the video, really hit me.

James: The host families treated me like a son—that was one thing. Also when you are in the US, there are homeless people, and I don’t do much. Today I saw a little boy who was homeless and starring at me. I felt bad, I don’t help people in the US so I gave him some food so I can feel like I did something.

A Day at Victoria Falls

Victoria Falls is a wonderful place. When we arrived at the Falls we saw a lot of tourist and the merchants making deals with the tourists. I went down into the Falls and I got soaked and wet. I did not buy a poncho or an umbrella at the entrance because I wanted to get wet – that was the fun part.

While in the Falls I saw some monkeys, I walked across a high wet bridge while the mist was splashing me in the face. I also saw a beautiful rainbow and the sound of the water crashing down was amazing. The water sounded like thunder and the mist looked like smoke rising to the sky. The people in Livingstone call it Mosi-oa-Tunya, which means “The Smoke that Thunders.”

I had a great time at Mosi-oa-Tunya or Victoria Falls. I will never forget this experience I had at the Falls, and I will go back to the Falls one day in the future.

My Monkey Encounter

“Soaking it up at Victoria Falls”, you would have thought it was raining, but soaking in a good experience left me with marks. My entire body was soaked with the falls water.

As I arrived at Victoria Falls all I saw were monkeys. It was like monkey heaven, they were just roaming without caution. This is how our encounter started, Reneka, Francis, and I were coming to the van to take a break from shopping. I guess the monkey was watching us ever since the van door opened.

We were sitting in the van for about 5 minutes when a female monkey and its baby approached the side door. The first thing to be noticed: one little furry arm reaching in, then I saw a monkey’s head. The female monkey stared me directly in the face while rampaging through a plastic bag that contained food. Once that was a going on I wasn’t really sure what to do. So I didn’t have any choice but to grab the bag. So the monkey and I were having a competition of tug-of-war for about 25 seconds. I am going to admit that monkey was pretty strong and managed to maintain a piece of bread. It was scary because I wasn’t sure what to do when the monkey was only a couple of inches away from me.

Last Day in Paraguay

So today was our last day in Asuncion and in Paraguay. Today was our big shopping day. We took the five or so block walk to the artesian market. Along the way we saw many local vendors on the sidewalks, and all of them were selling the exact same thing. Bracelets, purses, etc. But the actual market was amazing. Terere cups, hand-made magnets, wind chimes, and jewelry as far as the eye can see. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything on which to reflect, but I just noticed the repetition of goods from street to street and it struck me as kind of odd. Everyone’s getting emotional now (especially Maddy and Grace, who bawled for approximately one hour last night), and I am too. It’s a good time to go home, but I’m going to miss this place so much.

The Mural in Monze

I have to say it felt really good to create something that would bring joy to a child’s face, and that is exactly what we did in Monze. We created a map of Africa with Zambia highlighted in metallic gold. We painted the mural in the side of the Malambo School in Monze.

The mural consisted of the continent of Africa, a motif border, and a quote in calligraphy.

I worked on the mural everyday while on the farm. Day one we transferred the stencil of Africa on to the wall, along with that I also transferred the motif design for the border. Day two we started to paint Africa, I painted Ghana and Nigeria, the countries of my ancestors. Later that day the group started to paint certain shapes in out of the design in the border. Finally on day three we finished painting the border and started to use a sponging technique to fill in the space where the calligraphy would be placed.

In the end we finished the project with great success. We used a polychromatic color scheme, which is using the shades and tints of many colors. I hope that our mural will bring happiness and joy to all the children at the Malambo School and on the farm back in Monze. I finally now believe the quote “It feels better to give than receive.”

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.

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Cuidémoslo—Let’s take care of it

Before coming to Paraguay, I had my impressions of what it would be like. I thought the people would be cold and unfriendly, they wouldn’t have adequate housing, and they just wouldn’t be happy because of the conditions they lived in. I was wrong.

In fact, my impressions were the polar opposite of the people there. Many people, even those we didn’t know, would always say “Hola,” and the people I met for the first time welcomed me as kin. In the US, many people had joked, saying that in San Juan we would live in huts… well I guess I lived in one of the best huts ever because the house I stayed in was elegant, yet simple. There was hot water and the family even gave me my own room. No one could enter without my permission, which left me awestruck. The most important thing that I learned is that in Paraguay many people do not have great technological advances as we do in the US, but the love that they show for one another would put our iPods and computers to shame. What I learned about this experience is that you shouldn’t make assumptions about people you haven’t met until you walked in their shoes. I was fortunate enough to spend three exciting days with my family in San Juan, Misiones, but I wish that I could do so much more for the people of Paraguay.

I also found the reward of helping people, which makes me feel proud to do this program. At first, I didn’t want to do any form of community service unless it was paid, but afterwards my perspective flipped when I helped the second town we went to in Paraguay, which was Carapegua.

To help the students, we painted a mural on the side of the school. This was to cover up the derogatory word that was scribbled on the wall by a rival school and to allow unity among the students. First, we went to a store with the students of the school and slowly, but surely, started buying supplies to go painting with them. Then we planned an idea of what the school would like as a mural. We then had our idea, which was to draw a globe with North and South America and show how they were in unity among one another. In addition, we dipped our hands in different pastels and paints and put handprints all around the globe, which symbolized unity. A final touch was when we wrote the word “Cuidémoslo”, which means “Let’s take care of it” A few colors and a globe changed the lives of the students for the better. Although we didn’t make any money, the reward of helping people was priceless.