Contrasts

Paraguay is a wonderful country which, like most of its Latin-American counterparts, is full of stark contrasts.  Here, there is very distinct contrast is between the rich and poor. The poor live a lifestyle that many of us in North America would consider absolute misery. Paraguay has beautiful landscapes amidst the very humble homes made of wood and tin; gorgeous government buildings; spacious school buildings with a heavy shortage of textbooks, supplies, and technology needed to enhance the learning process for students.

Meeting the Paraguayan families, students, teachers, and community leaders, listening to their stories, and working along side them has probably been the most exciting aspect of this trip for me thus far.  It has been especially touching to see the dedication that the teachers/community leaders have shown (and continue to show) to the young people. They care about the future of their students and program participants and really work hard to see them reach their fullest potential. It has really honed in the thought that–regardless of our race, ethnicity, socio-economic status, or gender–people are people, and we all have hopes and dreams, which can best be realized with the help of others.

The LSP10 group has really worked hard to make a positive and strong impact in our short time here. What’s most amazing, though, is that we have probably learned more from those with whom we have been working than they have from us. We have learned how to be grateful for and content with what you have while working hard to get to what you really want!  This experience has definitely helped me to rethink my priorities.

-Janice

Distinctions

Last Wednesday (June 30th), I joined the sports group. One of their objectives was to donate clothes and other items to the needy of Santa Ana. These clothes and various items come from the donations from Learn Serve volunteers.

While walking with the sports group, I noticed a drastic change between the Santa Ana and San José communities. The Santa Ana community lacks a sewage system and pools of water flood parts of the roads. Also, there are many stray animals and the people lack proper clothing and shoes. Many of them are literally live on the side walk and there are others who run a ¨shop¨ at corners of side-walks, selling anything from common items to food. I’ve paid great attention to the poor quality of infrastructure that is present in Santa Ana. There are many who live in shacks for homes.

The students from San José live privileged lives. The things that make up Santa Ana are not present in the communities of San José. Some of the students live in mansions and have maids and butlers while the Santa Ana students don’t have nearly as half of what the students from San José have. However, the San José students want to help their fellow citizens. The collaboration of these different classes is wonderful.

-Niacka

Chikumbuso Project

Wednesday was our first long-awaited trip to Chikumbuso School. Our bus pulled through the school gates and greeted with shouts, curious on-lookers, and a lot of dust. After getting off the bus were welcomed with songs and a tour of the campus.

When it came time to divide into our group activities, I was surprised to find that my growing excitement had become infiltrated with nervousness, kind of like stage fright. I had thought through the activities, but I had yet to consider exactly what I would or could say to a third grade student with a language barrier. However, the kids soon proved my apprehension unnecessary with their eager jumps for the soccer ball, their quick answers to questions about hygiene, and their spontaneous smiles.

In the afternoon, we visited with the widows of Chikumbuso who crochet gorgeous bags, bracelets, place settings, and cup holders to support their families and the Chikumbuso Project. As we sat with them through their English singing lesson, one lady offered to show me how she made the bag. I spent the rest of the lesson helping (or mainly watching-it was hard!) her finish making the bag, and was promised a personalized bracelet the next day. Next, the widows granted us a window into their life and culture by teaching us a few traditional songs and dances and by sharing a few of their stories prior to joining the Project. Before we left for the day, we were asked to put aside a few things that we wanted to buy. As my items were being recorded, one widow noticed I was buying one of her items, meaning 70% of the profit would be hers. She ran over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As a group, we have discussed the idea of  “mental pictures” we would like to leave with; that widow’s kiss is certainly one of mine.

-Madeleine

A Jarring Reality

Time is flying by here in Santa Ana, the poorest neighborhood in the city, located just a quick 10 minute drive from the hotel. Whereas our time in the schools of Isla Pucu was a little more focused on relationship building and simply spending fun time together, here in Santa Ana we are hard at work all day here diligently trying to complete the projects by the end of the week. The time here in Santa Ana is giving students a good perspective on just how impoverished some people live. I think it was harder for students to understand the poverty in Isla Pucu because the simple, slower-paced lives of people in a very rural community was so different in itself and people came off as very happy with their lives. One student noted that he wished his whole school was here for the experience, because it is something you simply have to see with your own eyes and it leaves you changed forever.

Here in Santa Ana, students are taking in a strikingly different reality than what they know and have seen so far, especially as it relates to our discussions about poverty. Not only can they now compare the rural poverty of Isla Pucu to the urban poverty of Santa Ana, but they can also compare the class differences of their San Jose High School host families with their Santa Ana lunch families. The life and environment here in Santa Ana is jarring. As my lunch host mother put it, ¨The homes and lives of the poor are messy.¨ Today the mother and I spent two hours in conversation at lunch about poverty, politics, education, etc. She talked about the ignorance of people in the community because of the lack of education and opportunity to leave the neighborhood for a better life. I have found that our students are coming to the same conclusion and are finding a lot more value in the quality of education they get in the US.

The other aspect of our time here in Santa Ana that stands out to me most is the good examples of leadership that our students get to see here at the community center. The projects we are working on are completely student-led. Santa Ana kids spent the week before we arrived planning out projects that best fit the needs of their community. Now that we are here, they direct the work, organize students, keep projects on pace, and are hard at work themselves. The leaders of the Santa Ana group are truly inspiring in their drive to make change in their communities. My hope is that their model leaves a lasting impact on our students to do the same.

-Caitlin Reilly

Connecting with Host Families

I’m pretty sad about leaving Isla Pucu.  The people here were cool, and I got connected to them quickly.  I enjoyed every minute of being there and even though leaving was hard, I now realize it would’ve been so much harder if I stayed any longer.  Traveling there was such a pleasure, and if we had stayed longer I honestly don’t think I could leave.  I’m really nervous about going to Santa Ana because if I get as connected there, I won’t be able to leave Paraguay without being in tears.

Tonight we had the dinner where we first met our new host families. These are students from the Colegio San Jose who join us to volunteer in Santa Ana as a kind of exchange as well. When I first got to my host family’s home, I was excited but extremely nervous because were told that these students came from rich families, and I didn’t think that was something I could connect with. When I met my host brother, I didn’t think we would have anything in common, but we had more in common than I thought we ever would.  We like the same music, games and have a similar sense of humor. Meeting the parents was just as surprising.  I didn’t think that I would be as accepted as I was, and I really didn’t expect for my host brother to actually want to share a room with me and get to know me.

I’ve learned from the host family experience that everywhere you go, someone will remind you of something dear to you.  I’ve learned that people can build trust extremely fast, like genuine trust.  I’ve learned that even in two weeks you can build the kind of relationship where you’ll stand up for someone the minute they need support.  And most importantly, I’ve learned that LSI is a family.

-DiAnte’

Kankumba School Bicycle Distribution

Last night, we had two reflection topics up for discussion. One was about our individual reasons for coming to Zambia after we heard Dave at the World Bicycle Relief (WBR) Headquarters speak. My answer to this question was the same before Dave spoke to us: service. He mentioned that the first human life was found here in Africa, in Tanzania, I believe, which is why I refer to Africa as the “Motherland.” Our Motherland should not be in the condition it is in today. Somehow, we are all connected back to Africa and with the U.S. being the strongest world power, we should give back and help our Motherland stay strong. The second discussion topic was how the bicycles impact Zambia and how it affects us in the States. In Zambia, and many other African countries, most common form of transportation is by foot. Some live miles away from schools, water sources, their jobs, etc, which takes them hours to walk to one destination. The bicycles that WBR donates help to reduce the time it take to get to and from places.

Today was the distribution ceremony at Kankumba Basic School. The ceremony consisted of performances by the community and school, many grateful parents and students, and of course the distribution. The head of the Kankumba School explained that many students walk a long way to get to school, some as far away as 22 kilometers. A board of people from the local supervising community chose who was to receive the bicycles, based on need. The head of WBR Africa, Dave, Elizabeth, and Gaby also spoke. The students expressed their gratitude through a song, dance, and poem.

The best part of the ceremony was handing the bicycles over to the deserving children and their parents. As each student’s name was called, students and teachers from LSI Zambia Groups 1 & 2 gave the student his/her bicycle. The look on each of their faces showed how grateful they really are to be receiving these bicycles. The parents seemed to be a little more excited about the bikes than the children were. It was very clear in their faces that a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Giving their children these bicycles meant that they had one less thing to worry about. After the ceremony, we had the privilege of dancing with everyone else in celebration.

-Alyssa

Preparing for a Garden at the Monze Farm School

Today, June 30tht, LearnServe Zambia Group 1 heads to Monze, about 3 hours south of Lusaka, to visit and stay with a rural farm community.  The next four nights will be spent there and two nights after that will be spent at Livingstone, where Victoria Falls is located.  We won’t be blogging on our trip, as will have very if no internet access. We will however try to update Twitter – as the cell phone reception allows.

I watered the new fruits trees – mango and lemon – before helping with tonight’s cookout.  I bought a handmade axe from Mr. Banda, our night watchman.  The new trees were placed next to the ones purchased two days ago, four oranges and four avacados, and the new axe was placed next to the tools also bought two days ago – one pick ax, two shovels and three hoes.  Over the last two days we started buying tools, trees, seeds, and fence for a garden project at a rural school on a farm two and a half hours south of Lusaka.  

They need durable items.  Things that won’t break, or that when they break – like a hoe handle – can be replaced easily from local, inexpensive materials.  The trees and the seeds are to help supplement the student’s and teacher’s food supply as well as to produce items that can be sold to support the school.  Fruit trees can’t be bought in Monze.  Tools, like these, are expensive and must be shipped from Lusaka – at added cost.  All totaled, the cost of installing a garden of 20 feet by 40 feet exceeds the average annual income of nearly two people.  In addition to a new, fenced garden, each student will have a tree to give to the farm school.

We called Mr. Muwetwe, the schools’ head teacher, when we were back in the States to find out what they needed – a garden, lemon trees, and fence – and what they had – one and a half shovels and two broken hammers.  To get these items in Lusaka – too heavy to bring in our luggage – we relied upon our driver, Joseph, to help us find nurseries with fruit trees and pick out items at the hardware store downtown.  Unexpectedly, our night watchman, Mr. Banda, let me know he was a blacksmith and that he made axes.  When we left the States, we did not know how or where would get these supplies, but here, our mission to give back and help engage in sustainable development opened doors that we could not have opened by ourselves.  Joseph, our driver and a Lusaka resident, himself has gone back to plant trees in his village and understands what Monze needs.  Mr. Banda, watching us unload tools bought from the store, came to us and let us know what he could make.  Mr. Muwetwe, who we can’t always understand well on the phone, guided us to what his community needs.  A vision, a van, a driver, and some incomplete knowledge of what is needed is a powerful combination of elements – elements that alone are inadequate without local knowledge, input, and collaboration.

Things unfold here as they need to, often as they ought to.  Precise plans escape us.  Relationships carry us through.  Risking a conversation, accepting that we will engage in transactions where the exchange or price is unknown is necessary.  And somehow we get to the end we desire, we accomplish the task we set out achieve.  Understanding this – the need for local knowledge, input, and responsibility – is the key to understanding the success (or failure) of sustainable development.  Without it, we would be utterly unprepared to help bring the rights tools needed to build – but more importantly – let the community sustain its own garden.

Alan Hunt, Co-leader LSZ1
Alan is an agricultural policy consultant in Washington, DC.

Seeing the Norm

Today we were giving the bicycles we built yesterday in a rural village school. We were wore the traditional dress of chitangas, they had printed designs on skirts made from local fabric. Well, the girls did – the guys could wear pants. The ceremony was more formal than any other we have participated before. David, the director of World Bicycle Relief for Africa, told us that unlike the other ceremonies, this one would have still taken place without our attendance. It was relieving to be part of an audience during a ceremony.

That sounds weird, so here is some clarification of what I mean. I feel everywhere we go preparations are made for us; putting on performances or the local community acting out of character because of our presences. I think this takes away a little of the authenticity of the local community. Similar to how a family would make preparations when they expect visitors such as cleaning up and making extra food. It’s polite and customary, but it is not how things in the house normally are. Asides from that, I think the ceremony we saw today was authentic and it was very refreshing to be part of it.

Watching the performances, I just about forgot that we were going to give the bicycles to their new owners. It was an amazing feeling handing such an important tool to someone who is going to benefit from it. Some of the school children commute as far as 22 kilometers (about 13.2 miles), to get to school each day, and large number of the students are responsible for important chores and primary care taker of family members.

One of the girls, the only head girl at the school gave a speech during the ceremony. She said that the gift of the bikes brought even bigger gift of time for her – time to learn, time with family and friends.

Before the ceremony I’d been told what the impact the bikes would bring to the community, but it is a totally different and mind-boggling experience to witness the experience. During the ceremony, the parents and grandparents came up with the child to receive the bike which, to me, was a reminder for just how important the bicycles are and how grateful they are to receive it. It’s hard to believe that such a simple bicycle, an object many of us have sitting around collecting dust in our own homes, can make such a difference in a whole community.

Domonique

If I Were in Their Shoes

Yesterday June 29th, we went to a village in the Chongwe District, 100 kilometers (about 60 miles) east of Lusaka. The group assembled 16 of the 100 bicycles. The bicycles were given to students selected at a ceremony held at a local government school.  The local bicycle committee – elders, community leaders, and school staff – selected the students based upon need and commute for each family to school.

There were so many emotions going through my head today as we gave away bicycles we built  for a community who is very vulnerable. In this community, school children walk up to 20 to 22 kilometers (about 13-14 miles) to attend school. This makes me feel very grateful for the bus services available and a mother that drives me from place to place.

Yesterday when we were build the bikes in groups, I didn’t really think about the impact I was making until today’s ceremony. During the ceremony one of the students in the community said “[this] not only a piece of metal, but time…. time to get to school, time to learn, time to get home safely, and time to spend with their families.”  This made me reflect upon how I value my education, and if I did not attend the SEED School Of Washington, D.C.  If I were in their situation, how important would my education be to me?  How important would my own success be to me, and how it could impact my future?  How much time would I put into my homework, and how much time would I take to study?

During the ceremony, I felt very welcomed by the community with songs and prayer. I am ecstatic about this wonderful opportunity given to me. One thing that I learned today, that will stick with me for the rest of my life is “If you educate a girl, then you educate a country”. When I get back to the United States, I will be sure to let every girl in my community, family, and school know that they hold some type of power to change the world.  There were so many students in the community in which we gave out the bikes that said they wanted to be doctors, lawyers, and teachers. If you educate these girls, and boys then change will come to not only from their families but from Zambia.

-Ty’Ronn