This
letter was written to me by Jeanette Colbert who is spending
a year in South Africa as a volunteer for Seeds of Light. Please
read as it will give you a deep sense of why South Africa calls
me.
Dear
Friend,
I
am writing to you from the magnificent landscape of South Africa.
I live on a nature reserve in the Blyde River Canyon in the northern
province of Limpopo. In a rural area, I am about a 30-minute drive
to the nearest town of Hoedspruit and about 30 minutes from a northern
gate of Krueger National Park. I am staying at Leslie and Brad's
beautiful home, built in true African style of thatched roofs and
rondavels for bedrooms. Loads of butterflies flutter around the
garden and banana trees. Zebras, Wildebeests, Bushbuck, Kudu, pesky
Baboon families, monkeys, Bushbabies, Impalas, and Duiker, roam
the reserve. There has even been an occasional leopard sighted.
A host of various birds nestle in the trees, singing their distinctive
song. Snakes, such as the Black Mamba, Puff Ader, and Rock Python
slither around, waiting for some unsuspecting person to walk by.
A scorpion is intricately spinning its web and the locusts buzz
in the back ground.
Mountains that radiate the orange/red glow of the earth cast their rays of
light as the sun rises and sets. The Blyde River, diminished from the raging
river it was a few months ago, meanders it's way through the reserve, still
inviting for a kayak trip - unless a crocodile rears it's head! I frequently
sit by the river's edge and study the water flow around the rocks and imagine
running a kayak or raft through! The surrounding Drakensburg Mountains and
land emit energy that uplifts. Modemolay is letting me know that God is truly
here.
As
I take a morning walk, I feel grateful to be here. I walk out the
gate of the reserve and am always greeted by a warm hello and handshake
from Joseph or Precious. Precious, a young black man from the Shangaan
tribe is patiently teaching me a few words in Shangaan. Joseph,
also a Shangaan, has a beaming smile as he waves and studies his
lessons to become an electrician. Seeds of Light is paying for
him to take a correspondence course to learn the trade of an electrician.
There
are several tribes living in Limpopo and surrounding provinces.
The Sotho, Shangaan, Swazi, Zulu and Xhosa are just a few. Sello,
a young Sotho in his 20's speaks Sotho, Shangaan, English and some
Zulu. Sello lives in the former homeland, Acornhoek, and has a
young baby. He works in the reserve as a gardner and has dreams
of becoming an engineer or electrician. His winning smile, kindness,
intelligence, and integrity emanate from him. An open bed truck
travels down the road, packed to the brim with workers being driven
to the crossroad, to catch a bus to their home. An outstretched
arm from the middle of the packed truck bed waves, and I know that
it's Sello as I wave back.
Since
I arrived here in early March, I have been busy acclimating myself.
Leslie and Brad were here when I came and I enjoyed spending time
with both of them. We seemed to be very busy! I have been learning
about the culture, driving, (on the left side of the road and steering
wheel on the right side of the car) and watching out for cows,
goats, people, potholes and very slow moving vehicles. I have been
sorting out where I will be staying when I go to the projects,
as some of them are as far as 2 1/2 - 3 hours away. I have also
participated in two retreats. One retreat was a Seeds of Light
retreat, coordinated by Victoria More. Fourteen people came over
from the USA for nearly three weeks and soaked up the magic of
South Africa. The other was a silent meditation retreat for South
Africans.
While
South Africa is a country emerging from years of the destruction,
violence, and atrocities of Apartheid, there is an emerging consciousness
here that is full of heart and soul. South Africa is a first world
culture through third and fourth world poverty and destitution.
Driving through the vast rural bush areas lead me by kilometers
and kilometers (we use the metric system) of villages filled with
poverty, hunger, sickness, hope, love, and courage.
I
had been working with Leslie and Victoria learning more about the
Seeds of Light Program, before they both went back to the USA.
I am now fully moving forward with the projects of Seeds of Light,
and I am excited to be doing that. We have several projects we
are working with and we are also shifting some of our focus to
more of an African tribal approach of 'Ubuntu', meaning shared
and community oriented. This will enhance our orphan sponsorship
program, as we look at the bigger picture of the whole project
- of benefiting and sharing in collaboration with the whole community
of each project.
A
very rural project, Thembalethu, has a home based care for people
infected with HIV/AIDS where care workers go out to several villages
it serves, many times on foot, to assist the people in their homes
that are dying, as well as assist orphan headed households. Children
as young as 10 or 11 are now the head of the household where they
care for their younger siblings as their parents have died and
there are no other relatives to care for them. Care workers go
out to teach the head of the household how to cook, provide food
and clothing, and how to care for their younger siblings. I will
be going out and spending a few days at Thembalethu next week and
adding some of these new orphan headed households to our orphan
sponsorship program. On a recent trip to Thembalethu with the Seeds
of Light retreat, I was in one of the villages visiting some homes
where a woman was dying in each. A very thin woman sitting in a
chair outside by her small mud and thatch hut, talked in her tribal
language about how she will be leaving three children, her husband
had disappeared, but she thought he might be sick also, and she
hadn't eaten for two days. The care worker with us said she would
come back with a bag of food. We had several apples and some chocolate
that we left her right then. She smiled gratefully. What I noticed
as I looked around at the surroundings of this woman, was the beautiful
view of mountains in the background, the very tiny mud hut with
a bed and no door, no running water or electricity, no bathroom,
but also the spunk and sense of humor this woman had, even though
it was apparent that she was very weak, thin and dying. What an
honor it was to witness that.
A
week ago, Tom, a volunteer from Johannesburg for the South African
Seeds of Light program, Mishack and I, drove to Mishack's village,
Malakulule, to talk to his father about a bore-hole (well) that
Seeds of Light is funding for his village to have water to grow
crops year round. The tribe in this village is Shangaan. We drove
quite a distance on back dirt roads through the village. Huts made
of mud and thatch abounded. Some were of brick, but about the size
of one small bedroom, which may be housing more than one family.
Hands waved as we drove by. Heads were being washed in outside
tubs by another. Hair was being braided as the sunlight streamed
on their faces. Children with a cart and donkeys were delivering
wood to families to keep the fires going outside to be warm, and
to cook by. Children pushing wheel barrels with large plastic containers
walked past to fill up the containers with water to take to their
hut to have water for the family.
After
meeting with Tom, Mishack and his dad regarding the borehole project,
we know we will need several more meetings to ensure the project
becomes fruitful. First, getting the village chief involved, so
this becomes a community project to benefit many people in the
village and having a geologist out and finding where there is water
on the land are just some of the first steps.
Next
week, I will be going out to another project for a few days, Amazing
Grace Children's Center. Grace Machaba, is a very inspiring woman
who has been HIV positive for 15 years. Grace has around 70 orphans
at her center, in Malalane, some HIV positive. I will be updating
our records on the children, spending time with them and gathering
other information.
I went to a primary school a few days ago in an area called Acornhoek. It is
a former homeland area under the former Apartheid. During Apartheid, black
people were moved there to live, with no jobs and few houses. It is still a
large area for black people to live and the problem of no jobs is still huge.
Many people lucky enough to have a job, take a bus out of the area to work
and have to live in a 'compound' for the week, close to their job. Frequently
these compounds have very poor quality living conditions. They then take a
bus back to their home for the weekend. These are the 'lucky' ones that have
a job. Minimum wage for blacks in rural areas is R650 rand per month, which
is about the equivalent of $100. For many, this money needs to support an extended
family. Many cannot afford much food or clothes and what they mostly buy is
corn to make porridge.
I
met the principal, Daphne, of Funjwa primary school in Acornhoek
and recently visited there for the second time. There is over 920
K through 4th grade children in Funjwa Primary, with an average
of 50-60 per classroom. Daphne welcomed me and took me around to
many of the classrooms. Most do not have desks, or tables and chairs.
A few had very old desks with the desktops broken off and only
a longish seat with three children squished to a seat. Most all
others sit on the cement floor. Pencils are broken into thirds
to stretch out to the kids. No play equipment is outside for recess.
Many kids do not have food for lunch, as there may be none from
home and there is no government money to provide one. There is
a room with a sign in the front that says, 'computer laboratory'.
I peeked inside and there is nothing except a shelf around the
sides. Daphne told me it is her dream to have computers in that
room, even if it is just one, to introduce the kids to what a computer
is.
Daphne told me many of the children had not seen a white person at their school
before, except for a woman from the electrical company who came out, and I
think Judy Miller also. She was grateful that I was there. She said that many
would go home to say a white person had visited their school today. Some volunteers
from Johannesburg for the Seeds of Light program will be donating some money
so I can buy pencils, paper and hopefully some paints for the kids.
I
was told that many of the children at this school have been orphaned
due to AIDS. They are not living in orphanages, but maybe are living
with an uncle, but the uncle leaves the area for the week to work
if he is lucky to have a job, and the child is left home alone.
Sometimes a neighbor will check in on the child.
We may be working with this school in the future in some capacity as an added
project.
The
World Health Organization is having a conference on AIDS at the
lodge at the Blyde Reserve beginning on Monday the 14th. It's a
small conference of about 18 people. There will be people represented
from several countries all over the world. I am looking forward
to networking with them the next few days.
The
problem with AIDS in South Africa is huge. In the area of Acornhoek
within Limpopo province, about one in four people are infected
with HIV/AIDS. In the area of Mpumalanga province where most of
our projects are, the infection rate is about one in three. The
problem of AIDS has many faces - poverty, malnutrition, lack of
water to grow crops, work migration, inequalities..... Many of
these people are sick and dying because they don't have a reason
to live. Having a reason to live rather than focusing on the dying
gives them hope. Having hope gives them a reason to live. I look
forward to learning much more as the days, weeks and months pass.
It is nearly winter here now and the days are getting short and colder. The
afternoons are still warm, but the evenings and mornings bring a chill. Somewhere
in South Africa, a new person is being infected with HIV. The South African
government has been slow in recognizing the epidemic. Yet, the heart and soul
of this country is warming and spreading it's light. Spring will be coming
and the light is emerging in a country that has seen years of darkness.
I
am grateful to be here and am grateful to Leslie for providing
me this opportunity. Every day, I ask spirit to help me get out
of my own way so that I can see and receive the gifts that are
here for me.
I
am sending this email to many people I know. I would love to hear
back from you and let me know how you are and what you are doing.
I may not be able to answer you with a long personal email, but
please know if I don't, I appreciate hearing from you. I will send
out periodic updates. If you would like to donate to Seeds of Light,
please contact Patti Blair at the Seeds of Light office at: 888-989-3552
ext. 6, or info@seedsoflight.org
Fambagate
(go well) and paddle forward!
Jeanette Colbert
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