It’s a long way from Tuk to Shakawe, Botswana where I am spending the summer. In Ottawa at orientation I learned that my cousin Waylon “Spuggy” Steen had passed away and I had a difficult choice to make – should I continue with the trip to Botswana or return home to the funeral. Then I thought about what Spuggy would want and knew that he would want me to take this opportunity because he was always happy for me when I was doing good things and his last words to me before I left were to ‘have fun and be careful’ and these words gave me the strength to carry on. I will always remember him, the good times we had and the good things he brought to me and my brothers!
As one of my group leaders says “I can’t believe a little girl from Tuk is here in Botswana”! The travel time to get here was way too long at times. I had to fly from Inuvik to Ottawa, from Montreal to Paris, from Paris to Johannesburg (South Africa), from Johannesburg to Gaborone (Botswana) and then the bus rides were just as unreal. The first bus ride from Gaborone to Maun took about 11 hrs with 1 break. The next bus ride from Maun to Shakawe took over 7 hours. The good thing about the all the travel were the movies and the conversations with other group members. Tracey kept me occupied with conversations about what we were expecting to see and experience, comparing our expectations about Africa. Over all I think someone said we travelled over 50 hours on airplanes and buses to get here, and we’ve got our first stamps in our passports. I was excited to get that first stamp! My first thought after arriving in Botswana was ‘So this is what my brother Sam saw’, he was here 3 years ago as an NYA participant.
The people here have been so helpful. In Gaborone Chili showed us around the capital, made sure we were safe at the University where we were staying, brought us to a local Arts & Craft Storea and arranged to have speakers present to the group about their country. One lecturer from the university was a very wise women who cares a great deal for her people, listening to her point of view and being able to ask her questions was really interesting. Chili also made sure we were on the bus and our luggage made it as well. A week after leaving Ottawa we arrived in Shakawe and were met by Patrick, a Peace Corp volunteer who lives at the Day Care with us. He gave us a tour of the town and a little information of where to get things.
On Monday we woke up to about 70 kids playing outside our room. This is when our Botswana experience began, we were introduced to the staff we would be working with for the next four weeks, and then we decided where we would begin to work. We had a choice between working in the kitchen with Mma. O who is the cook or in the classrooms. We will switch in a couple of weeks. I am working in the kitchen with Mma. O and we are starting to work faster together. She has worked her since 2006. The other day we bought a can opener because there was none in the kitchen. When Andrew gave it to her she thanked him and then asked him how to use it. All her life she used a knife, she says it is much easier using it.
Some of things that I didn’t expect were all the cows, donkeys, chickens and goats that just wander every where, it seems that no one owns them. It’s hard to know that many of the kids at the Day Care are orphans. Most of the houses are made of reeds and mud which after Gaborone and Maun I thought would be a little more modern. Lois & Karen were talking to someone who did not know that Twin Towers no longer existed and everyone thinks we are Chinese, Japanese or Korean. I am having a great time, I never expected to be able to come this far and I would like to thank NYA for the opportunity.