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Basquetebol: Angola conquista medalha de ouro nos Jogos Africanos da Juventude

Basquetebol: Angola conquista medalha de ouro nos Jogos Africanos da Juventude

Angola conquistou, esta terça-feira, 27, uma medalha de ouro no torneio de basquetebol (masculino) “três contra três” dos II Jogos Africanos da Juventude, que decorrem de 21 a 31 de Maio, em Gaberone, Botswana. Os angolanos venceram, na final, a seleção egípcia, por 21-15.

Angola conseguiu, desta forma, a primeira medalha da sua participação nos Jogos Africanos de 2014, onde se fazem representar…

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Observing the Things

Friday was election day in Botswana which meant half day on Thursday for those of us stationed at schools, and no work on Friday.  It was my first real weekend at site, as last week I was transporting my life to Ranaka on Saturday.

Most of my weekend was spent reading, painting, contemplating, and eating horrible food.  I have made a silent promise to myself to attempt eating more cultural foods, as well as healthier, but this past weekend, ehhh, screw it.  I have two years to make beans and samp.

On Saturday morning I had to venture out to Gaberone, one of my shopping villages, to purchase a new laptop charger.  At 7 in the morning, a woman and I waited for the combi.  Slowly coming over the hill was a band of people who looked as if they were in a parade.  It was the UDC party, having an early celebration for their villages win.  I asked the woman next to me who it was, and she flatly said “UDC,” and then repeated it quite a few times.   She seemed celebratory as well, so I ask her what UDC meant.  She paused for a second and then said that she did not know.  I hope she didn’t vote for that party!  She then sang along with the crowd of UDC celebrants as they passed by.  I waved and clapped but was sat wondering how many of the walkers knew what the UDC was. 

If I’m correct, and the information given to me by a random stranger I met is true, then the UDC is the Umbrella Democratic Change party. How accurate is this?  I will have to wait and find out.

One exciting portion of my weekend was after getting my groceries and charger in Gabs, I was able to hitch rides back to my village!  My first attempt a success?  A nice woman started asked me about where I was going, obviously looking like the novice that I am in the world of hitch hiking, and she directed me to a car that was going to Lobatse.  I needed to get out at the turn off for Ranaka/Kanye, and then hitch a second ride. When I snagged my second ride, a guy my age named Kabelo also hopped in. He lived in Ranaka as well, and so I felt relieved that I was not going to get lost.  We paid the woman and then headed into our village.  Kabelo showed me a shortcut to my house.  This is the first occasion that I have invited anyone into my home, but after walking such a long way, and being inspected and interrogated by me, I felt comfortable enough. Luckily the kids showed up just at that time to defuse any awkwardness while he waited for his brother to pick him up.

That’s all for now! Kids are filing in to the computer room.  TIme to go!

Lea

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Now for some images of my space age city - New Bachukdu. It’s a lovely city situated pretty much where Gaberone was (this is the future). The society’s a bit 1984, and very ahead in the technology game, but unfortunately very suspicious of anything remotely magic or spiritual. So as you can guess, Tshenga probably has a lot to get used to - what with a talking bull, moody shapeshifter and a murderous forest.

I suppose I’ve done a shitty job of updating my blog over the past 10 weeks. I could make excuses, such as not being able to access the internet since leaving Gaberone (curse you Windows 8, you and your 17 inch resistance to any limited internet) I could say that I dislike or am even unable to write out thoughtful, eloquent posts from my iPhone, I could say that I haven’t wanted to publicly write about my experience just far due to the fact that I have not been a proper volunteer, merely a trainee, learning whatever is deemed appropriate and useful for me to know.

Now that I am a volunteer, I feel that taking the time to write out my experience with my pointer finger is worthwhile, as I have more to offer in terms of reflections and information.

I am a peace corps volunteer.

I am a Volunteer.

I have successful trained to remain a peace corps volunteer in Botswana for another two years, after having completed two years of domestic volunteer service in America with City Year.

Why am I a volunteer? Why is this something I have gone with the past two years? Why is it something I have dedicated myself to for another two years.

In honesty, the term volunteer has little to do with my life. I have been doing volunteer work not because I’m volunteering, but because the job has more to do with people, environments, hardships and self-growth.

Coming to Africa has a lot to do with me. As another volunteer and I said, 40% of the reason we joined the peace corps is to travel and live in another country. But what does the other 60% leave?


Probably a myriad of wanting a challenge, wanting to be immersed with people who exist far away from everything I have ever known and find the commonality, and continue enjoying the world not confined by the screen of a computer or the walls of an office, or more realistically, a cubicle.


Botswana will give me everything it needs to, and I will give it everything that I can in return.


For now, this is all I have time to write. Tomorrow I leave the comfort and love of my host granny`s house and head to my site alone. Hopefully there will be computer at the school I’m at and I will be able to post about the culture and other nuances I have been unable to information you of. But if not, imagine that I am happy and learning to love the world more than I was before.

Kindly,

Lea