I have no idea where to begin.
I have just gotten back to the house. I am alone. Everyone else went to the computer lab to talk to people back home. I got to talk to my family this morning and at this point in the day I am so full of emotion I wouldn't know what to say to anyone.
Last night, we had an amazing feast. Will made steak, Jeffrey made garlic and lemon green beans and I made a sage and onion potato gratin casserole that normally goes in the oven, but we don't have an oven so I figured out how to do it on the stove in a pot.
Afterwards we went caroling to all of the houses of our kids. As soon as we got to the first house, the word started spreading and soon the kids came to join us. We picked up more and more kids at each house who started singing and dancing with us. They didn't know any of the words but that did not squelch their enthusiasm.
Christmas is not a very big holiday here, which is surprising given the intense level of Christianity practiced at Refilwe. They don't really sing carols and they don't really celebrate, but we brought the love of the holiday and shared it with them.
We had invited all of our youth leaders over to our house today for an American style brunch. Eggs and bacon and pancakes. I found a from scratch pancake recipe online (thank you once again, America's Test Kitchen) and we made regular, chocolate chip and banana pancakes. Our toppings included: syrup, Nutella, peanut butter, strawberry jelly, an apple compote that i made with sugar and cinnamon and nutmeg and ice cream (this is big here and OH SO AMAZING).
We also introduced them to the concept of Secret Santa and instructed them they were NOT allowed to spend any money but had to make their gifts for people. We thought that they should all have something to open on Christmas as well, since the opening of gifts is a rarity here, if it has ever happened at all. We have each been mentoring 2 leaders for the camp we are all teaching together, so we wrote them each a letter, and wrapped them like a scroll, found some stockings to put them in, drew a fireplace on a piece of paper and hung them over it.
I have just gotten back to the house. I am alone. Everyone else went to the computer lab to talk to people back home. I got to talk to my family this morning and at this point in the day I am so full of emotion I wouldn't know what to say to anyone.
Last night, we had an amazing feast. Will made steak, Jeffrey made garlic and lemon green beans and I made a sage and onion potato gratin casserole that normally goes in the oven, but we don't have an oven so I figured out how to do it on the stove in a pot.
Afterwards we went caroling to all of the houses of our kids. As soon as we got to the first house, the word started spreading and soon the kids came to join us. We picked up more and more kids at each house who started singing and dancing with us. They didn't know any of the words but that did not squelch their enthusiasm.
Christmas is not a very big holiday here, which is surprising given the intense level of Christianity practiced at Refilwe. They don't really sing carols and they don't really celebrate, but we brought the love of the holiday and shared it with them.
We had invited all of our youth leaders over to our house today for an American style brunch. Eggs and bacon and pancakes. I found a from scratch pancake recipe online (thank you once again, America's Test Kitchen) and we made regular, chocolate chip and banana pancakes. Our toppings included: syrup, Nutella, peanut butter, strawberry jelly, an apple compote that i made with sugar and cinnamon and nutmeg and ice cream (this is big here and OH SO AMAZING).
We also introduced them to the concept of Secret Santa and instructed them they were NOT allowed to spend any money but had to make their gifts for people. We thought that they should all have something to open on Christmas as well, since the opening of gifts is a rarity here, if it has ever happened at all. We have each been mentoring 2 leaders for the camp we are all teaching together, so we wrote them each a letter, and wrapped them like a scroll, found some stockings to put them in, drew a fireplace on a piece of paper and hung them over it.
After our feast, they opened our letters and then we did Secret Santas. There were many songs and poems that were written and performed as well as several dances and nice speeches. It felt like how Christmas should be. It was so full of warmth and joy and kindness and love, it was overwhelming.
I had Khomotso who loves to dance and is an unbelievable drummer, especially considering he has never had a lesson. When I first met him, I remembered his name by thinking of a Komodo dragon. (the pronunciation is essentially the same except you don't really say the K, think of just putting a French type gurgly sound in the back of your throat and that's pretty much it.) That's him in the picture on the right. :)
I have written some poems thought this might be the way to go. I was lying in bed last night trying to come up with something and figured I would just go to bed and work on it in the morning when the words just started coming to me. This has happened to me often with choreography, but never with words, in this particular way. I am grateful this experience has gotten me to write and I am starting to think about things in a new way. What came out was part spoken word, part poetry slam and part rap. I would like to share it with you because it feels like a me that didn't exist before i came here. Nope, that's not right. Like a me I didn't know until now...
THE DRAGON
With a beat of my wings
i make thunder crack
rolling over your mind
like a rat-a-tat-tat
you don't know where I'm at
where i've been
where I'm coming from next
you can guess
but I'm faster than that
I'm coming on strong
always right, never wrong
self-assured when i'm on the attack.
Count you in and we're done
never worry bout one
if you're late then I'll meet you round back
I'm the beast they all fear
but you wanna get near to me
tryin to put out my fire.
Inhaling my smoke will teach you to joke
Cuz the beat is my only desire.
Friends call me the dragon
my beats never saggin'
I'll fly you around through your flow.
But if I don't know you
then show some respect
and call me
Mr. Khomotso.