This time of year is called the festive season, which makes
me happy and feels fitting to the mood around the village. Moshana is filling
up with all the family members who work in other parts of the country but are
coming home for the holidays.
Some days are long and challenging but then other days make
it all worth it. It was rainy and cool the other day so I spent the morning
with a cup of tea and being productive typing up a report. Then I went over to
a friends house where I taught her kids some yoga, shelled peanuts and I tried
to explain American Baseball and became nostalgic for a past that I don’t
really have, drank coffee, and discussed Motswana dating practices. Then she
showed me how to eat a “prickly pear” the fruit from the cactus, which may also
be in the States but not where I am from so it was quite exciting. I then went
to another friends house and on the way ran into some of my running buddies who
regardless of the fact that I was not running ran at me gave me a big group hug
and we then promptly ran down the middle of the road and I felt like there was
some epic movie music playing in my head as the breeze caught my hair. Moments
later this image was shattered by the fact that there was a combi behind us
trying to get by haha but the kids still loved it. Upon arriving at my friends
house I came across my two favorite three year olds who I was concerned were
mistreating each other since one had a rope in his mouth and was running while
the other was holding the edge of the rope. I then quickly realized that this
was in fact a game between two consenting parties and was a simulation of a
donkey cart, genius. My friend was plaiting her sisters hair as her seven month
old son was sitting on a mat patting his belly. He was doing this in the most
jolly way making himself laugh every time. I was reminded that we have so much
to learn from children particularly about joy. My friend then shared dinner
with me giving me a traditional vegetable that they picked from the bush and
paleche, which dare I say it, I think I am starting to like. The vegetable is
called tepe and to an untrained eye (aka mine) it looks like a weed. Paleche is
one of the staple foods here and is a porridge made of finely ground maize
meal.
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