This week a teacher who I used to work with at Modisi passed
away. Before entering peace corps I was given material on how to deal with
death of community members in my service. I am lucky that this was the first
time the material was relevant. I have been to countless funerals here but
never of people that I was close with. I went to show my support of the
community since I had just arrived and because I thought this made me part of
the community. This week not only did my co-worker pass away but two of my
closest friends in the village had family pass away as well. I felt as though I
was surrounded by death, I was sad for the family, friends, and children that
the loved ones left behind and more than that I was sad that as a culture the
Batswana have become accustomed to death. I am not saying that any of these
deaths were related to AIDS, I honestly don’t know if they were, as it is still
not common for people to disclose their status, even to close family. However,
when the HIV/AIDS epidemic came in the 90s it ravaged the country and no family
was left untouched. I believe in a small way it normalized the death of family
members. I am not saying it made it any easier but it definitely made it more
common. This devastating part of Botswana’s history has left the people
stronger in my opinion. Upon hearing of the death of my co-worker and my
friends’ family members I was distraught and unclear how to proceed. For each
of my friends I could see that they were hurting but they each took it in
stride and their lives continued just now there were more mouths to feed at
home and no more visits from Uncle. Peace Corps is full of highs and lows and
through out this week I was also working on last minute preparations for a GLOW
camp that I will tell you about next week.
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