(written sometime in July)Last week was supposed to be OJT, on the job training. It was a particularly cold week and I was looking forward to a break from the village as well as getting to see my site for the first time. Unfortunately, due to protest activity it was deemed unsafe and they cancelled it. Then, it started to rain in the middle of the night. Many of us have tin roofs. It sounded like Blitzkrieg, I've never heard anything else like it. Nobody slept that night and we all showed up for classes miserable. Classes were also freezing. The rain continued when we went home that night and I started to notice earwigs creeping in through my ceiling. I had been warned by some of the others that this is how it starts. I waged war with Doom and a flip flop. At first, it was cathartic to kill them with the help of some Nirvana and Metallica.
But, it was a battle I couldn't win. They began to overwhelm me: falling off the ceiling, crawling on my mosquito net, on the dishes I was washing. I didn't know what to do, I felt like a crazy person constantly checking the walls for more. I called PC in desperation. They came and Doomed my room and let me sleep elsewhere since the exorbitantly toxic Doom would probably dissolve my brain overnight. The night ended up being fun and I forgot all about the bugs, thanks City Jive. The jury is still out on whether Jive or Doom is more toxic to the body.
I didn't have it bad compared to others, but those stories are not mine to tell. We ended the week at the local casino. This was certainly no Borgata, but it was very refreshing to be in a Westernized atmosphere and to eat a bacon cheeseburger. I don't normally say nice things about Colonial powers, but thanks to the British, I had a Pimm's Cup in hand for much of the day. It definitely made up for a pretty miserable week.
This is our last week of training and the boMake of Khiza had a going away party for the 12 volunteers here. It was really cute, and extremely touching. They all had such nice things to say. I was the only one who brought my ipod, which was not ready for the crowd: a mix of Glee, country, RHCP and electronic music. But it worked. We danced. They loved it.
Random Swazi Fact of the Week: Africa is cold.