Asni returned today and she made fresh banana bread! My period of seclusion is coming to an end. I realized after double checking the dates that I was actually going to go three weeks without any housemates and more critically: without Asni’s cooking. Her leftovers lasted the remainder of the first week and then I had to cook for myself. I am completely inept at cooking. As Molly Ringwald said in a movie, “I’m the type that burns water.” On my first night alone I realized that I was not the only one that was going to starve. Chilo intuitively became restless when the house emptied and for the first two days would not leave my side. He even ventured into the house which is a no no. Finally I think he realized that I was not going to be an adequate source of food and came to terms with a shrinking stomach. I haven’t starved. Hareg makes me join her family for lunch after class everyday and then dinner consists of soup and salad or a sandwich.
It would be tiresome to try to chronicle everything I’ve done over the last three weeks. Even though the time seems to have passed a lot slower with everyone gone, I have been quite busy. Before I was completely on my own I took the remainder of the group to Alert Hospital. Alert is a hospital for people with leprosy. From what I know of the disease it affects the nervous system to where people lose all feeling of their fingers and limbs. One sign of the disease is that men will have broad shoulders and women have wider hips. Apparently there is treatment for the disease that will completely heal a person in five years. But it is a very painful disease that many people in Addis suffer from. At the hospital there is a facility for craft making. The patients weave intricate rugs, linens, pillow cases, etc for sale at the hospital’s gift shop. Their work is all done by hand. One old man weaves rugs with just stubs for fingers. He’s living proof of our amazing capacity to endure and overcome. (For pictures click on the link on the right)
Watt’s last day at Destiny was sad of course. Rebecca and Abraham joined us that day. On the way, Watt worked the taxi one last time, but the fun was cut short by the near breakdown of our minibus shortly after we drove off. The vehicle was making the most awful grinding noise; I thought the thing was going to blow up as we screeched down the road. No one on the bus breathed for the next ten minutes until it somehow miraculously started to run again. I was praying so hard that it would come back to life knowing that the driver and his coworker’s livelihood depended on it. You could see them willing it back to operation every time it stalled. At school there was a celebration for Watt during recess and the kids circled around him singing songs and presenting gifts. His pursuit of “awesomeness” is contagious making every kid drawn to him. His departure put a noticeable hush over the school. One day after he had left Hareg said, “It’s amazing how quiet it is now that Watt’s gone!”
The day after Watt left I felt the void of not having his company on the taxis. In Mexico where we always battle to get a taxi I managed to find one without trouble. When I hopped on he said 1 birr. Sometimes the price is one other times it is only 65 cents. We always pay what Habeshas pay. I waited to confirm that he was charging everyone else 65 cents and said “habesha waga affeullegalo.” (I want the Ethiopian price) I was shocked I had remembered that line on my own. A few passengers chuckled in amazement, but the guy would not accept it. He insisted on one birr and I refused. Finally, after a few people talked to him he accepted the 65 cents and apologized in English. When we got to Tor Highloch I gave him the extra 35 cents and said, “ketelo gize Habesha waga affeullegalo. Geub bah? Deuna Deur.” Meaning, “Next time, I want the habesha price. Do you understand? Good night.” He smiled and nodded. I felt such a sense of accomplishment to have an exchange with someone in Amharic.
When I walked out of the airport after dropping off Rebecca I was prepared for my time of independence. I am not afraid to be on my own in this city. In fact, I have so much support from Ethiopian friends that I can’t say that I’m alone. During my four trips to the airport in five days I enjoyed conversing with Habtamu. He is very thoughtful and carries himself with dignity. His perspective on life in Ethiopia adds to my own thought process. He insisted that I call him anytime I was in need of anything or if I just wanted to talk I could call on him to join me for coffee. One morning when I was running late for work and the rain was pouring down I saw him at the bus stop. He had a customer in the car, but insisted that I get in. He took me halfway and explained to the lady in the car that I am like family. She told him in Amharic how impressed she is by Americans’ willingness to travel anywhere in the world to help others. She said we (Ethiopians) won’t even help the suffering in neighboring Somalia. I hadn’t looked at things that way, but she’s right.
Since the house has been under repair I moved to our “outhouse” (as I call it.) It’s separate from the main building and has its own bathroom and three bunk beds. It hasn’t been bad until something fell from the ceiling. I looked up saw a long tail hanging from an opening. Nope, not another mouse. This time it’s a rat. I don’t have words for my disgust, but what can I do? As long as he stays up there and doesn’t come down I’m going to let it be.
At the end of that first week Hareg and I sat down to discuss the to-do list she had made at my urging. So many things were hanging over her head that she was struggling to get anything done. We divided responsibilities and set deadlines. My responsibilities include writing and administering part of the placement exam for newly enrolled students, developing website content, and documenting the student sponsorship program. I am thrilled to be able to help in these areas. The placement exam was a challenge for me. I felt the pressure to develop a test that would accurately determine skill level. We tested in three areas: reading comprehension, grammar, and speaking in English. Only two kids were held back, but for the parents that is very disappointing news because that means paying for an additional year.
My first Sunday alone I went back to IEC. Afterwards, I met Hareg and went to Genet’s house for lunch and a coffee ceremony. Genet is a mother that I am tutoring three days a week. When you are a guest at someone’s house you are treated with the most generous hospitality. Before my plate was empty I was served more and when that was gone I was given another helping. When you run out of injera to scoop up the wat you are given more and if you have leftover injera you’re given more wat. So you have to judge exactly how much you need otherwise the food will keep coming! As we were eating, Genet’s husband’s brother and two sisters arrived and ate with us. Extended families are very close in that way and mealtime is always a family affair done around the table. The meal and coffee took up the entire afternoon, but that is the point.
On another day Hareg asked me to help her interview a new teacher. He’s an older guy with a lot of passion for teaching. He had pushed the interview up because he had already received an acceptance at another school and needed to make a decision. To her joy and surprise he told her what they offered him for a salary and it was half of what she had expected but the right amount she was able to offer. We kind of laughed at his honesty because he probably could have leveraged us for more if he hadn’t told us. Hareg offered him the job and he chose Destiny. Afterwards I went with Mastewal to a Youth With a Mission (YWAM) orphanage in Gofa. The director’s name is Abdissa. He lives at the compound with the orphans. It is a great program. It’s called Mercy Development and it is home to twenty-two street kids. They structure it as a family setting instilling values, communities, and life skills. I’m hoping to be able to spend time with them during free afternoons.
Even on days that I anticipate being relatively uneventful something worth noting happens. For instance, one rainy morning when I didn’t have the time or the energy to fight for a taxi four guys took the initiative to get me a spot. While waiting another man recognized me and asked, “Where are your friends?” I told him, “They all went back to the States.” “But I just saw them last week,” he exclaimed. I was comforted by the fact that someone had noticed. Then sensing that I was growing weary and sick with a cold Hareg took me to a restaurant she had found near the school. It is run by a woman that had lived in the US with her husband for seven years. They decided to come back and try to make a living here. The service and food is outstanding and the price is shockingly low. For drinks, two entrees, bread, and tea the bill was 27 birr the equivalent of $3. Hareg and I were both thrilled to have discovered a new place to eat at a reasonable price.
Last Friday I finally mustered up the energy to face the marcato. Maste went with me of course. Our mission was to find the tire shoe makers that Matt had befriended. I had forgotten the piece of paper that I had written the names and cell numbers and Maste had never been there so it was like searching for a needle in a hay stack. The marcato is so massive and chaotic that you constantly have to keep your bearings and belongings. The only clue I had was a picture on my camera that Matt had taken when we had accidentally swapped memory cards. I was reluctant to pull out my camera because there are thieves lurking everywhere, but it was our only hope. We managed to find someone that recognized the guys and within minutes we were talking to Getachu the tire dealer and Tareeku the tire shoe maker. Theirs is an amazing trade. They make hundreds of pairs of sandals by hand all from used tires and tiny nails. I bought a pair of all five styles for 100 birr which is actually a lot, but I wanted to pay extra since they worked overtime. My feet are so small they didn’t really have a model to work with. They gladly made adjustments until we had a perfect fit. I enjoyed sitting in the alley talking to them; had I seen them without any prior knowledge or introduction I wouldn’t have given them a second thought. In fact, I would have considered them dangerous, but looking past their rugged surface you find friendly, hard-working people. The shoes have different names depending on where you buy them, but they most commonly go by berbasso or moga. I have gotten quite a bit of attention wearing them around town. I’ll hear people go, “berbassos!” as they point and smile. I’m not sure what is spurring this kind of reaction: shock or excitement. Either way, I like them!
Saturday was a beautiful day so I decided to go for a jog. I was hounded by kids on the street. At one point some teenage girls grabbed my arm mid stride. Their grip was so strong and unexpected that it literally swung me around. For a few seconds I couldn’t get them to let go and all they would say is “money, money, give me, give me.” It was really frustrating. Later, I met up with a lady I had met a few weeks earlier named Alice. She is new to Addis here on a Fullbright scholarship to teach journalism at Unity College. She has had a difficult time (as one would imagine) crossing the language barrier to secure a place to live for the next year. It was nice to have a day of sightseeing. We met at Meskel Square and walked to an art gallery called St. George. It probably contains the most expensive pieces in the city and they proudly display a picture of the owner with President Clinton. Afterwards we walked up the hill toward the Sheraton Hotel. It was my first up- close encounter. Here the hotel is the symbol of wealth. This monstrosity sits like a lion on an ant hill. I could barely stand to look at it with its guarded gates and manicured lawns. We continued our walk across the city to an Indian restaurant called Jewel of India. I had been craving Indian food. By the time dinner was over it was dark outside. Being across town I had to brave the taxi system at night for the first time. In Mexico the crowd was so big I succumbed to my apprehensions and contracted a taxi. He charged me 20 birr and then let two other guys tag along for 5 birr. I refused to accept that kind of treatment and told him as I pointed to each guy and then myself, “amist, amist, asser...haya” Roughly meaning 5, 5, and 10 equals 20. He was not happy about this at all, but I insisted and only paid the ten. In the end he still got what he asked for so I think it was fair.
On Sunday I went with Maste to Asco Orphanage. I spent the hours holding the babies giving each one some attention. I adore them; it hurts to see them suffer from HIV. Their bodies are not soft and plump like normal babies. They are stiff and weary. Their breathing is heavy and raspy and many of them are covered with sores and itchy skin. There is one baby I have become attached to because he was described to me as the one that always cries. You can see the sadness in his eyes even when there aren’t tears; my heart breaks for him. Last time I visited he wasn’t in the nursery. I knew it meant he was in the sick room. I prayed and worried over him knowing an illness could end his life. Sunday when I returned he was back. I confirmed that he had been in the sick room. But if he is back in the nursery it means he is better, and even his temperament seems to have improved. For that, I am thankful.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Day 54: Looking at the Problem of Poverty
Up ‘til now I have not really addressed the reason for my coming here: poverty. I guess I have avoided the topic because I am still struggling to process it. The first thing I have realized is that it is much harder to define it when you are dealing with it on a day to day basis. I am reluctant to look at Addis and stamp a label like “crisis” on it. Mainly because of the thoughts and actions that the word typically conjures up: disaster, catastrophe, emergency, calamity. People’s response to a “crisis” is generally knee-jerk and emotionally driven. Here (maybe not everywhere) I have found that you can’t treat the situation as a “crisis.” No doubt the people are poor here, but in most cases they are living. At the core, they have lives just like you and I: family, friends, community, hardships and joys. They have pride and rightfully so, their country is known as the birthplace of civilization. Their culture is rich in tradition, ceremony, and relationships. It’s difficult, then, to come into their world and say, “I’m here to fix the problem.” For them, the “problem” is their life. So, I guess the first thing I’ve learned is how important sensitivity and awareness is.
At a seminar addressing youth and its challenge, Yunatin said, “The way we see the problem can be the problem sometimes.” He means that if we are equipped with the right approach and attitude we can face the challenges, maybe not eliminate them, but we can overcome them. Jesus said, “You will always have the poor among you.” Matthew 26:11 Does He mean ignore them? Of course not, I think His message is clear: there is always going to be a need to help the poor. The key is how we see the problem and therefore, how we respond to the problem. And to me it has become a completely relational matter. I don’t see how we can write a solution in a manual and tell workers to go solve the problem. The real healing is a matter of the heart. I could send money across the ocean to the hungry children in refugee camps, but if there isn’t a caregiver there to give them love what good will it do? What will the children in the orphanages become if no one is there to teach them life values? If no one comes to hold them when they cry? Money is a means to achieving an end, but it is by no means the end.
I asked my kids in class to discuss these two statements (in English of course): “Children are our future” and “Money is the key to happiness.” The students came to an agreement that statement one is true and statement two is false. They believe that since education has become more and more accessible especially to the children living in the countryside there is hope for change in their county. In regards to money, they grappled over it a little longer and the discussion became somewhat heated. All of them sort of lit up at the thoughts of what they would do if they had money, but in the end admitted that there is always a want for more no matter what you have. Ruth, a very bright, soft-spoken girl, said this, “If you have money you can buy a bed, but no sleep. You can buy food, but no appetite, you can buy a home, but not family, you can buy things that make you happy, but not happiness.” Such a profound perspective that is often lost in our money-driven society.
For thirty years or more individuals, NGO’s, and governments have been pouring billions of dollars into countries like Ethiopia and yet the number of hungry children climbs and the AIDS epidemic spreads. Doesn’t it beg the question: What are we missing?
Progress is often hard to measure. It takes time. Too much time it seems. Knowing the number of people, children, that are dying each second because of lack of food or basic care helps to prompt action. But how we act is the difficult part. (I am in no way claiming to have found the perfect solution!)
Those with heart want to act fast because lives are at stake, but when you come to a place like Addis, it gets more complicated than scooping people into an assembly line and giving them food for a day or week. There are degrees of struggle and hardship. There is poverty that is warranted and unwarranted. There are people who desire help and those that don’t. There are some that are making it out of poverty on their own and those that will die if we don’t help. We can’t treat people like statistics. It takes a human touch, a genuine interest to make a difference in someone’s life. That’s why the best programs I have seen here take in no more than 30 street kids at a time. Mother Teresa always said to do what’s in front of you. Do what you can and if everyone would do that imagine what the world would look like.
At a seminar addressing youth and its challenge, Yunatin said, “The way we see the problem can be the problem sometimes.” He means that if we are equipped with the right approach and attitude we can face the challenges, maybe not eliminate them, but we can overcome them. Jesus said, “You will always have the poor among you.” Matthew 26:11 Does He mean ignore them? Of course not, I think His message is clear: there is always going to be a need to help the poor. The key is how we see the problem and therefore, how we respond to the problem. And to me it has become a completely relational matter. I don’t see how we can write a solution in a manual and tell workers to go solve the problem. The real healing is a matter of the heart. I could send money across the ocean to the hungry children in refugee camps, but if there isn’t a caregiver there to give them love what good will it do? What will the children in the orphanages become if no one is there to teach them life values? If no one comes to hold them when they cry? Money is a means to achieving an end, but it is by no means the end.
I asked my kids in class to discuss these two statements (in English of course): “Children are our future” and “Money is the key to happiness.” The students came to an agreement that statement one is true and statement two is false. They believe that since education has become more and more accessible especially to the children living in the countryside there is hope for change in their county. In regards to money, they grappled over it a little longer and the discussion became somewhat heated. All of them sort of lit up at the thoughts of what they would do if they had money, but in the end admitted that there is always a want for more no matter what you have. Ruth, a very bright, soft-spoken girl, said this, “If you have money you can buy a bed, but no sleep. You can buy food, but no appetite, you can buy a home, but not family, you can buy things that make you happy, but not happiness.” Such a profound perspective that is often lost in our money-driven society.
For thirty years or more individuals, NGO’s, and governments have been pouring billions of dollars into countries like Ethiopia and yet the number of hungry children climbs and the AIDS epidemic spreads. Doesn’t it beg the question: What are we missing?
Progress is often hard to measure. It takes time. Too much time it seems. Knowing the number of people, children, that are dying each second because of lack of food or basic care helps to prompt action. But how we act is the difficult part. (I am in no way claiming to have found the perfect solution!)
Those with heart want to act fast because lives are at stake, but when you come to a place like Addis, it gets more complicated than scooping people into an assembly line and giving them food for a day or week. There are degrees of struggle and hardship. There is poverty that is warranted and unwarranted. There are people who desire help and those that don’t. There are some that are making it out of poverty on their own and those that will die if we don’t help. We can’t treat people like statistics. It takes a human touch, a genuine interest to make a difference in someone’s life. That’s why the best programs I have seen here take in no more than 30 street kids at a time. Mother Teresa always said to do what’s in front of you. Do what you can and if everyone would do that imagine what the world would look like.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
“Christians NEVER Say Goodbye.”
That is something C.S. Lewis used to say when parting with a dear friend. We just said goodbye to Rachael and Matt. It is getting weird to watch people come and go knowing that I am here until November. But tonight I was thankful I wasn’t the one leaving, which is such a good feeling. My biggest fear was that I would get homesick seeing people go back home. I miss family and friends, but I have no desire to leave. However, I am aware that it has already been 6 weeks and time is flying by faster than I could imagine. Everything carries a much greater value here including time. And time is the thing I can give the most of – I don’t want to see it go to waste. My desire is to look back on this and know that I did everything I could to serve others every minute of every day. So far, I’ve made a good effort, but I can see areas where I’ve maintained a level of comfort. I need to be coming home exhausted. That’s my plan at least.
To get caught up I must mention our Sunday afternoon. We went to a coffee ceremony in Kori which is the leper colony in Addis. It was at the home of Lyston’s adopted son. He is studying in the states, but his mother and siblings still live in Addis. His mother does not speak English, but she has a grace and air about her that requires no words. It was an honor to be in her home and served coffee that she and her daughter made by hand. We even got to take turns grinding the coffee beans. It was some of the best coffee I had ever tasted. They put a kind of spice in it to make it especially sweet. Afterwards we went to a Mediterranean restaurant called Aladdin’s. There were seventeen of us with Jeremy and Reid and another American couple. We shared hummus and ordered kebabs. I haven’t had a bad restaurant experience yet. The food has been great – of course we choose carefully.
Monday, the quilt ladies and Jonathan joined us for lunch after class. We call them the quilt ladies because they are here to teach the orphans at Asco how to make quilts. June and Noreen are expert quilters and managed to bring more than 200 quilts with them. Their skill is such a wonderful gift to pass on to the orphans. Our lunch was their first taste of Habesha food. We took them to the restaurant next to Destiny. Having been there on Friday I was not eager to eat it again, plus it was the day before a fasting day so all they had to serve was injera and kitfo (minced meat). No vegetables. I was not able to stay anyway since I had to tutor. After lunch they toured Destiny. June is also a former librarian so she is going to try to help Destiny get more books. When we were finished we went to a silk factory that produces handmade Ethiopian silk. I was in heaven! This is definitely the place where I am going to buy my scarves. They showed us around the factory – everything is done by hand. Even the dye is organic. It was so fascinating to watch them weave the silk into spools. It was especially cool to have the quilt ladies with us, because June was able to explain the whole process starting with the silk worm. According to June a single worm can produce up to a mile of silk in its lifetime. We got to see some live ones in a basket. There were also some dead ones which had been boiled to separate the silk strands. Matt and Watt ate them. Apparently they are high in protein or something.
Tuesday was Jeremy and Reid’s last day at Destiny. It was so sad to see them off. I loved teaching with them. Since the walls are thin we could always hear each other yelling at our students. We don’t yell often, but the communication barrier does make managing the class more difficult. At one point I could hear Jeremy saying, “We are going back to America tomorrow. Do you want us to remember you being good or bad?” That was supposed to be a terrible threat. I thought it was so funny. The other funny thing is the way we reduce English to its most basic form in order to help the students comprehend. Talking like that all the time is tiring. I find myself doing it with Americans now too. One day when I was explaining to Watt how to get to our house I said something like, “turn when the road becomes no more road.” What is that??
For lunch, Rachael and I went with Hareg and Yunatin to Paradise Café. Delicious burgers and fries were the order of the day. Even Hareg was ready for a break from our usual Habesha restaurant. While we were there Yunatin pointed out the owner of the restaurant, the ambassador of Uganda, and the wife of the speaker of the house. He has connections with everyone! He jokes that he is humble to hang out with us. I love his sense of humor, and Hareg’s too. We get along so well. Now Yuni is in Nepal for a conference. He is always on the road speaking to groups. It’s amazing how they get it all done.
Yesterday, Jonathan went with me and Watt to Destiny. Determined not to settle for ordinary, Watt decided to assist the taxi driver in filling our van. Each mini-bus is run by two guys. One drives while the other sits in the back hollering the destination out the window, collecting people and money. Watt decided to help guy #2. Speaking in Amharic he said he wanted to try his job and began to stand on the sidewalk hollering, “Kera, Gofa, Kera, Gofa, Gofa Camp,” in his best Habesha voice. As if three forenjis didn’t stand out already – it was hilarious. He did a great job. Our van was full in minutes and we were on our way. The bad days are when the vans don’t fill up and the driver refuses to drive until it does. That gets so frustrating.
Following class Jonathan and I ate with Hareg and Yuni at their house. They are always insisting that we eat with them. I love it. It was also a good day in class. In an effort to building reading comprehension I have had my students working in reading groups. They are grouped based on their skill level with the advanced students helping the ones that are struggling. Yesterday, each group was able to give a summary about their book in their own words. I was thrilled – it was the first time they had demonstrated any sort of comprehension without copying from the book.
For our last night with Rachael and Matt we went to a restaurant called The Cottage. It looked just like its name and had an interesting menu of pasta, pizza, goulash, and veal. I played it safe with pasta and salad.
Today, I had the best day of teaching since starting summer school. It started earlier in the week when I attempted to speak Amharic to tell the class that we were switching our off day from Thursday to Friday. They got a kick out of my effort and quickly became the teacher and I the student. The rest of the week I practiced and reminded them that Thursday is test day and not Friday. This morning it got off to a rocky start as Hareg brought in another new student. I had to find two more chairs. As I’ve described before, my class is outside in the library. It has poor lighting and a leaky tarp between us and the roof. I have two large tables and fourteen chairs crammed around each. It is so difficult to get them to keep their hands to themselves and their eyes on their own paper when taking a test. Every test day I know that there are a couple of students that cannot comprehend any of the instructions and I make sure I guide them through the questions. Today I caught one of my accelerated students giving one of them an answer. I called her out on it and then lectured the class (once again) on why cheating is bad. I tried to explain that my only concern is improving English not test scores. I then reminded them that we had three more weeks left and lots to learn. I asked what we could do to help build their speaking skills and they asked to do class discussions. I jumped on it and we began a discussion about the new millennium. Soon I had everyone’s attention and they were eager to explain (some better than others) what the holiday means to them. Ermias, one of my ornery but adorable students, said he sings Hoyahoye. When I inquired what that was they said it is a traditional Ethiopian song sung by boys during the new year to offer blessings and well wishes (kind of like a Christmas carol I guess.) Soon they were singing it to me and banging beats on the tables. One of the boys would make up a verse and the whole class would erupt in screams and laughter and I’d have to get them to translate. It turns out they were singing blessings for me including that I’d get a limo, that I’m covered in gold, and my favorite: I cut the throat of a lion. When I asked what the last one meant Ermias said it meant that I am a hero and have lots of courage. It was incredibly touching. By the time for break we had students from other classes peering through our windows curious by all of the noise.
When class resumed they asked if they could ask me questions. I said yes and proceeded to answer questions about my best friends, family, my “village,” and what I thought of their country. It was the most fun and the best English-building exercise we’ve done yet. Why didn’t I think of it sooner?? Soon after, darkness filled the sky and it became almost impossible to see in the classroom. Then the rain came and it poured harder than I’d ever seen. With a tin roof the noise was impossible to talk over. Since reading was the only exercise that wouldn’t require talking I asked them to pick out a book from the shelves. But that is always total chaos and it was even worse as rain came dripping from the ceiling. When the rain slowed school was let out. I haven’t graded the tests yet, but I don’t care what they reveal. Today we made progress.
Now that Matt is gone I’m in charge until the next group arrives in September. I really have no responsibilities since it’s just me. Tomorrow I cleared the day to be able to help the quilt ladies and Jonathan get everything in that they want to accomplish before they leave. Thankfully Habtamu is the man and he can arrange all the transportation we need. I am going to be making trips to the airport Friday, Saturday, Monday, Tuesday and then I’m on my own. Things are going to get interesting…
To get caught up I must mention our Sunday afternoon. We went to a coffee ceremony in Kori which is the leper colony in Addis. It was at the home of Lyston’s adopted son. He is studying in the states, but his mother and siblings still live in Addis. His mother does not speak English, but she has a grace and air about her that requires no words. It was an honor to be in her home and served coffee that she and her daughter made by hand. We even got to take turns grinding the coffee beans. It was some of the best coffee I had ever tasted. They put a kind of spice in it to make it especially sweet. Afterwards we went to a Mediterranean restaurant called Aladdin’s. There were seventeen of us with Jeremy and Reid and another American couple. We shared hummus and ordered kebabs. I haven’t had a bad restaurant experience yet. The food has been great – of course we choose carefully.
Monday, the quilt ladies and Jonathan joined us for lunch after class. We call them the quilt ladies because they are here to teach the orphans at Asco how to make quilts. June and Noreen are expert quilters and managed to bring more than 200 quilts with them. Their skill is such a wonderful gift to pass on to the orphans. Our lunch was their first taste of Habesha food. We took them to the restaurant next to Destiny. Having been there on Friday I was not eager to eat it again, plus it was the day before a fasting day so all they had to serve was injera and kitfo (minced meat). No vegetables. I was not able to stay anyway since I had to tutor. After lunch they toured Destiny. June is also a former librarian so she is going to try to help Destiny get more books. When we were finished we went to a silk factory that produces handmade Ethiopian silk. I was in heaven! This is definitely the place where I am going to buy my scarves. They showed us around the factory – everything is done by hand. Even the dye is organic. It was so fascinating to watch them weave the silk into spools. It was especially cool to have the quilt ladies with us, because June was able to explain the whole process starting with the silk worm. According to June a single worm can produce up to a mile of silk in its lifetime. We got to see some live ones in a basket. There were also some dead ones which had been boiled to separate the silk strands. Matt and Watt ate them. Apparently they are high in protein or something.
Tuesday was Jeremy and Reid’s last day at Destiny. It was so sad to see them off. I loved teaching with them. Since the walls are thin we could always hear each other yelling at our students. We don’t yell often, but the communication barrier does make managing the class more difficult. At one point I could hear Jeremy saying, “We are going back to America tomorrow. Do you want us to remember you being good or bad?” That was supposed to be a terrible threat. I thought it was so funny. The other funny thing is the way we reduce English to its most basic form in order to help the students comprehend. Talking like that all the time is tiring. I find myself doing it with Americans now too. One day when I was explaining to Watt how to get to our house I said something like, “turn when the road becomes no more road.” What is that??
For lunch, Rachael and I went with Hareg and Yunatin to Paradise Café. Delicious burgers and fries were the order of the day. Even Hareg was ready for a break from our usual Habesha restaurant. While we were there Yunatin pointed out the owner of the restaurant, the ambassador of Uganda, and the wife of the speaker of the house. He has connections with everyone! He jokes that he is humble to hang out with us. I love his sense of humor, and Hareg’s too. We get along so well. Now Yuni is in Nepal for a conference. He is always on the road speaking to groups. It’s amazing how they get it all done.
Yesterday, Jonathan went with me and Watt to Destiny. Determined not to settle for ordinary, Watt decided to assist the taxi driver in filling our van. Each mini-bus is run by two guys. One drives while the other sits in the back hollering the destination out the window, collecting people and money. Watt decided to help guy #2. Speaking in Amharic he said he wanted to try his job and began to stand on the sidewalk hollering, “Kera, Gofa, Kera, Gofa, Gofa Camp,” in his best Habesha voice. As if three forenjis didn’t stand out already – it was hilarious. He did a great job. Our van was full in minutes and we were on our way. The bad days are when the vans don’t fill up and the driver refuses to drive until it does. That gets so frustrating.
Following class Jonathan and I ate with Hareg and Yuni at their house. They are always insisting that we eat with them. I love it. It was also a good day in class. In an effort to building reading comprehension I have had my students working in reading groups. They are grouped based on their skill level with the advanced students helping the ones that are struggling. Yesterday, each group was able to give a summary about their book in their own words. I was thrilled – it was the first time they had demonstrated any sort of comprehension without copying from the book.
For our last night with Rachael and Matt we went to a restaurant called The Cottage. It looked just like its name and had an interesting menu of pasta, pizza, goulash, and veal. I played it safe with pasta and salad.
Today, I had the best day of teaching since starting summer school. It started earlier in the week when I attempted to speak Amharic to tell the class that we were switching our off day from Thursday to Friday. They got a kick out of my effort and quickly became the teacher and I the student. The rest of the week I practiced and reminded them that Thursday is test day and not Friday. This morning it got off to a rocky start as Hareg brought in another new student. I had to find two more chairs. As I’ve described before, my class is outside in the library. It has poor lighting and a leaky tarp between us and the roof. I have two large tables and fourteen chairs crammed around each. It is so difficult to get them to keep their hands to themselves and their eyes on their own paper when taking a test. Every test day I know that there are a couple of students that cannot comprehend any of the instructions and I make sure I guide them through the questions. Today I caught one of my accelerated students giving one of them an answer. I called her out on it and then lectured the class (once again) on why cheating is bad. I tried to explain that my only concern is improving English not test scores. I then reminded them that we had three more weeks left and lots to learn. I asked what we could do to help build their speaking skills and they asked to do class discussions. I jumped on it and we began a discussion about the new millennium. Soon I had everyone’s attention and they were eager to explain (some better than others) what the holiday means to them. Ermias, one of my ornery but adorable students, said he sings Hoyahoye. When I inquired what that was they said it is a traditional Ethiopian song sung by boys during the new year to offer blessings and well wishes (kind of like a Christmas carol I guess.) Soon they were singing it to me and banging beats on the tables. One of the boys would make up a verse and the whole class would erupt in screams and laughter and I’d have to get them to translate. It turns out they were singing blessings for me including that I’d get a limo, that I’m covered in gold, and my favorite: I cut the throat of a lion. When I asked what the last one meant Ermias said it meant that I am a hero and have lots of courage. It was incredibly touching. By the time for break we had students from other classes peering through our windows curious by all of the noise.
When class resumed they asked if they could ask me questions. I said yes and proceeded to answer questions about my best friends, family, my “village,” and what I thought of their country. It was the most fun and the best English-building exercise we’ve done yet. Why didn’t I think of it sooner?? Soon after, darkness filled the sky and it became almost impossible to see in the classroom. Then the rain came and it poured harder than I’d ever seen. With a tin roof the noise was impossible to talk over. Since reading was the only exercise that wouldn’t require talking I asked them to pick out a book from the shelves. But that is always total chaos and it was even worse as rain came dripping from the ceiling. When the rain slowed school was let out. I haven’t graded the tests yet, but I don’t care what they reveal. Today we made progress.
Now that Matt is gone I’m in charge until the next group arrives in September. I really have no responsibilities since it’s just me. Tomorrow I cleared the day to be able to help the quilt ladies and Jonathan get everything in that they want to accomplish before they leave. Thankfully Habtamu is the man and he can arrange all the transportation we need. I am going to be making trips to the airport Friday, Saturday, Monday, Tuesday and then I’m on my own. Things are going to get interesting…
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Time is Winding Down
Since I last wrote, four more girls in the house have left and four more guests have arrived. But things are going to get real quiet, real fast next Tuesday when the last one leaves and I have the house to myself. When I got here that moment was the thing I dreaded most and now it is here. I think I’m ready for it, but I am going to miss everyone terribly. If I had my choice between a full house with no privacy and an empty one with no company I would choose the noise, but I know that the two weeks will be good. My goal is to surpass Watt in speaking Amharic and to exercise every day. When the house is full of people you don’t want to do anything that doesn’t accommodate the majority, so now I’ll have some time to think about the next 2 ½ months and what that looks like for me personally. I can’t believe that I have been here 6 weeks already. In a blink I am going to be at my half-way point.
The last week was quite busy and flew by in its typical fashion. Monday was Hareg’s first day back at school. Her family has been bombarded by guests coming to grieve with them. I’ve gotten to see what a burden this type of mourning can be on the family. They have had to prepare meals for up to 30 people at a time for the past two weeks. Tenagne, Hareg’s sister, is wearing down and finally expressed her frustration at this aspect of their culture. And yet, they willingly provide and let their grief re-surface every time someone comes by to pay his respects.
That evening Hareg and Yunatin came over to say bye to Bethany, Victoria, Martha, and Page. It was so sad to say goodbye to them and it was a whirlwind departure following our awesome weekend at Lake Langano. I accompanied Matt and them to the airport to learn the ropes since I’ll be responsible for the last few groups to leave this week. It was quite interesting trying to finagle our way past security. Anyone entering the airport has to pass through security and for visitors that means standing in an incredibly long line.
Tuesday night with our group reduced to 7 we decided to eat out rather than wait until the weekend. We went to an Italian restaurant which also served as an art gallery. It was my favorite restaurant yet. The art included a wide variety of paintings featuring the beautiful African culture. Too bad we couldn’t afford anything.
Wednesday I got to go with Yunatin to hear him speak at a college seminar. It was a gathering of top university students throughout the country. Yunatin’s message was on “youth and its challenges.” I was lucky that he gave most of it in English. I enjoyed hearing him talk of the work he is doing with the youth here in Addis. Until then I had not realized how much he is doing. He and Hareg are approaching their vision of helping the youth differently, but both are making such a huge impact.
Thursday was a gorgeous, sunny day. Watt and I managed to leave work early in the afternoon, stopping at the pink coffee shop in Tor Highloch to grab a macchiato. He wasn’t in good spirits until on the taxi ride home he was able to use his amharic to get the cab assistant (the money collector) to cough up the change he owed us. He told the guy his math was as bad as Watt’s amharic. The van burst out laughing. That kind of thing is always touch and go. Even though we’re fighting over pennies the principle of the matter makes it imperative that we demand equal charges. Watt’s triumph actually arrived when we got to Tor Highloch and a boy said, “hello, how are you.” We started to walk right past him until Watt recognized him as the first boy he had taught on the street. A few days prior he had written a few English phrases and given them to the boy to learn. This was just a random kid we met at our bus stop and here he was speaking English! Watt and I were floored. Now Watt has handouts that translate basic phrases from Amharic into English and he is giving them to the street kids. Watt is very passionate about his “street teaching,” and in a city of millions he is quickly becoming a local celebrity. He even claims it’s the reason he didn’t get charged on a taxi one day. I wouldn’t be surprised. After our coffee we went back to the house and changed into our running clothes. Our destination: Total (named after the Total gas station). Our mission: ice cream and exercise. It was a great run even though I need to do a lot more if I want to make a dent in the amount of calories I’ve consumed in cookies thanks to lovely Asni. On the way back a man tried to buy me and Watt almost acquiesced. I’m sure I won’t forget it, but I must also mention the bug that we saw floating in the sky for it was the strangest insect either of us had ever seen (I’m not usually self-conscious about my blog postings, but this may be the lamest one yet, it all seems a bit mundane.)
Anyway, that evening was our traditional taco night…our favorite meal at the Cherokee house. Then Matt and I went to the airport to pick up Jonathan and the “quilt ladies.” All four are guests of Cherokee and staying for less than ten days. I actually made two runs to the airport that night bringing Jonathan back and then returning for the rest. It was good practice and I successfully shimmied past the guards on my own.
Friday, Jonathan, EJ, and Mary joined me and Watt at Destiny. Since it was Jonathan’s first day and because we had so many in our group we decided to take a contract taxi for 30 birr ($3.) By taking a contract we get the minibus to ourselves and are dropped off at Destiny without making any other stops. It was our best car ride in Addis. The driver played old-school American hits such as “Red, Red, Wine” and something by Celine Dion (she is idolized here.) We sang at the top of our lungs the whole ride to work. We even got there in time to play with the kids before classes started. My class had their test and I was thrilled to see that they had improved since last week’s. For lunch we took the group to the Habesha (Ethiopian) restaurant next to the school. Then Yunatin took us to his youth leadership center which is very close to Destiny. It is a very nice house set up as a community dormitory for 12 mentors to live for a year. This is the 7th group to go through this mentor training program. We sat in the conference room and gave our stories and heard how each one had come to be a part of the leadership program. This program falls under an organization that Yunatin helped start called Youth Impact Development Association (YIDA). In it they also run a leadership program for university students, a street dwellers’ program, and an orphanage. (In order to give an accurate depiction of what they are doing I think I’ll reserve further descriptions for a separate post.) Needless to say we enjoyed a long discussion at the center.
Saturday, Mary and I left the house at 7:30 am to go with Jeremy and Reid to the Mother Theresa Hospital for the Sick and the Dying Destitute in Sedist Kilo. On Tuesday and Saturday the hospital has an open wound clinic in which anyone can come and get a wound cleaned and any other medical need addressed. Most of them are treated and given outpatient care, but a few get admitted upon inspection by of one of the head sisters. There were actually too many volunteers there so we couldn't help at the clinic, but one of the social workers showed us around the entire hospital and then we got to assist in the kids with special needs room. It is the same ward I had worked in during my first week. That first visit had been a shock, but this time I was looking forward to being there and loving on those precious boys. Abugayu, the one they have to keep restrained, is now allowed to walk around with a chaperone. That is in large part to Rachael’s time and persistence. We got to assist with feeding time. Lunch was spaghetti and the boy I fed didn’t want to eat. So I had to shove a spoonful in his mouth everytime he screamed which was often enough to give him some nourishment. Jeremy and Reid found my situation humorous, which it was.
Afterwards we picked up a cake and went to Destiny to celebrate Samrawit’s graduation from university. She is one of the teachers at Destiny. The party was in the main part of the school and there was a ton of food prepared. Samrawit was overwhelmed by it all, which was wonderful to see. She definitely deserved the celebration given to her.
I’m still behind a few days, but this is all I can write for now…
The last week was quite busy and flew by in its typical fashion. Monday was Hareg’s first day back at school. Her family has been bombarded by guests coming to grieve with them. I’ve gotten to see what a burden this type of mourning can be on the family. They have had to prepare meals for up to 30 people at a time for the past two weeks. Tenagne, Hareg’s sister, is wearing down and finally expressed her frustration at this aspect of their culture. And yet, they willingly provide and let their grief re-surface every time someone comes by to pay his respects.
That evening Hareg and Yunatin came over to say bye to Bethany, Victoria, Martha, and Page. It was so sad to say goodbye to them and it was a whirlwind departure following our awesome weekend at Lake Langano. I accompanied Matt and them to the airport to learn the ropes since I’ll be responsible for the last few groups to leave this week. It was quite interesting trying to finagle our way past security. Anyone entering the airport has to pass through security and for visitors that means standing in an incredibly long line.
Tuesday night with our group reduced to 7 we decided to eat out rather than wait until the weekend. We went to an Italian restaurant which also served as an art gallery. It was my favorite restaurant yet. The art included a wide variety of paintings featuring the beautiful African culture. Too bad we couldn’t afford anything.
Wednesday I got to go with Yunatin to hear him speak at a college seminar. It was a gathering of top university students throughout the country. Yunatin’s message was on “youth and its challenges.” I was lucky that he gave most of it in English. I enjoyed hearing him talk of the work he is doing with the youth here in Addis. Until then I had not realized how much he is doing. He and Hareg are approaching their vision of helping the youth differently, but both are making such a huge impact.
Thursday was a gorgeous, sunny day. Watt and I managed to leave work early in the afternoon, stopping at the pink coffee shop in Tor Highloch to grab a macchiato. He wasn’t in good spirits until on the taxi ride home he was able to use his amharic to get the cab assistant (the money collector) to cough up the change he owed us. He told the guy his math was as bad as Watt’s amharic. The van burst out laughing. That kind of thing is always touch and go. Even though we’re fighting over pennies the principle of the matter makes it imperative that we demand equal charges. Watt’s triumph actually arrived when we got to Tor Highloch and a boy said, “hello, how are you.” We started to walk right past him until Watt recognized him as the first boy he had taught on the street. A few days prior he had written a few English phrases and given them to the boy to learn. This was just a random kid we met at our bus stop and here he was speaking English! Watt and I were floored. Now Watt has handouts that translate basic phrases from Amharic into English and he is giving them to the street kids. Watt is very passionate about his “street teaching,” and in a city of millions he is quickly becoming a local celebrity. He even claims it’s the reason he didn’t get charged on a taxi one day. I wouldn’t be surprised. After our coffee we went back to the house and changed into our running clothes. Our destination: Total (named after the Total gas station). Our mission: ice cream and exercise. It was a great run even though I need to do a lot more if I want to make a dent in the amount of calories I’ve consumed in cookies thanks to lovely Asni. On the way back a man tried to buy me and Watt almost acquiesced. I’m sure I won’t forget it, but I must also mention the bug that we saw floating in the sky for it was the strangest insect either of us had ever seen (I’m not usually self-conscious about my blog postings, but this may be the lamest one yet, it all seems a bit mundane.)
Anyway, that evening was our traditional taco night…our favorite meal at the Cherokee house. Then Matt and I went to the airport to pick up Jonathan and the “quilt ladies.” All four are guests of Cherokee and staying for less than ten days. I actually made two runs to the airport that night bringing Jonathan back and then returning for the rest. It was good practice and I successfully shimmied past the guards on my own.
Friday, Jonathan, EJ, and Mary joined me and Watt at Destiny. Since it was Jonathan’s first day and because we had so many in our group we decided to take a contract taxi for 30 birr ($3.) By taking a contract we get the minibus to ourselves and are dropped off at Destiny without making any other stops. It was our best car ride in Addis. The driver played old-school American hits such as “Red, Red, Wine” and something by Celine Dion (she is idolized here.) We sang at the top of our lungs the whole ride to work. We even got there in time to play with the kids before classes started. My class had their test and I was thrilled to see that they had improved since last week’s. For lunch we took the group to the Habesha (Ethiopian) restaurant next to the school. Then Yunatin took us to his youth leadership center which is very close to Destiny. It is a very nice house set up as a community dormitory for 12 mentors to live for a year. This is the 7th group to go through this mentor training program. We sat in the conference room and gave our stories and heard how each one had come to be a part of the leadership program. This program falls under an organization that Yunatin helped start called Youth Impact Development Association (YIDA). In it they also run a leadership program for university students, a street dwellers’ program, and an orphanage. (In order to give an accurate depiction of what they are doing I think I’ll reserve further descriptions for a separate post.) Needless to say we enjoyed a long discussion at the center.
Saturday, Mary and I left the house at 7:30 am to go with Jeremy and Reid to the Mother Theresa Hospital for the Sick and the Dying Destitute in Sedist Kilo. On Tuesday and Saturday the hospital has an open wound clinic in which anyone can come and get a wound cleaned and any other medical need addressed. Most of them are treated and given outpatient care, but a few get admitted upon inspection by of one of the head sisters. There were actually too many volunteers there so we couldn't help at the clinic, but one of the social workers showed us around the entire hospital and then we got to assist in the kids with special needs room. It is the same ward I had worked in during my first week. That first visit had been a shock, but this time I was looking forward to being there and loving on those precious boys. Abugayu, the one they have to keep restrained, is now allowed to walk around with a chaperone. That is in large part to Rachael’s time and persistence. We got to assist with feeding time. Lunch was spaghetti and the boy I fed didn’t want to eat. So I had to shove a spoonful in his mouth everytime he screamed which was often enough to give him some nourishment. Jeremy and Reid found my situation humorous, which it was.
Afterwards we picked up a cake and went to Destiny to celebrate Samrawit’s graduation from university. She is one of the teachers at Destiny. The party was in the main part of the school and there was a ton of food prepared. Samrawit was overwhelmed by it all, which was wonderful to see. She definitely deserved the celebration given to her.
I’m still behind a few days, but this is all I can write for now…
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