The past two
years have been filled with many challenges, misunderstandings, and heartbreak
as I tried to work in an arguably broken education system. However, I cannot
begin to count all of the moments of laughter, love, and kindness that I was a
part of and that were shown to me. Grading papers and looking at end of term
test results can make me want to throw my hands up and admit defeat. Then I go
home to find my landlady in her beautiful garden insisting that I take some
fresh greens. Her definition of ‘some’ turns out to be enough greens to have me
eating Merogo (Setswana vegetable) all week and I am reminded again why I am
not ready to give up. I want to do the best I can for her children and her
grandchildren. I want to repay the kindnesses shown to me in the best way I
know how, through reading. The end of term test results may not show the work I
have done but I know my time in Moshana has been beneficial to those around me
and most significantly myself.
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