As a total Game of Thrones nerd (it is known...), I’d like to share a quote a friend of mine reminded me of when I told her the news: As Daenerys said,"If I look back, I am lost”.
|All PCVs become huge nerds. It is known.|
Look back from where? Well I am on a precipice...again. I seem to end up on them a lot, probably because of my terrible sense of direction and/or lackadaisical approach to my life. About to jump into something totally foreign and new: the world of shopping malls, democracy, fireplaces, running water that is always hot, cul-de-sac’s, Cat Country 107.3, the English language…the land of Wawa (which I hope to be my first stop off the plane). I can’t even explain how exotic the quotidian changes like sitting on my deck drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Philadelphia Inquire sounds, and how commonplace picking guavas off the tree and chasing chickens off my porch is right now, but I know that won’t take long to change.
It absolutely amazes me how adaptable human beings are, and how quick we are to acclimate to new environments, to change, and make things work (maybe I have been watching too much Human Planet but still). Even, for instance, the body’s ability to heal itself, the 8 inch incision on my abdomen and the other two smaller ones are now fully closed and hopefully in time won’t resemble some pagan symbol from the next Da Vinci Code book (please pray Kerry was right by saying when it heals, it will actually improve my ability to do "the worm"). So I am sure that being Medically Evacuated from Peace Corps, while deeply saddening to the core, will inevitably work out for the best. I am at peace with the reality that I am going home, a fact that is completely out of my hands. The one thing that absolutely breaks my heart is not being able to go back to say goodbye to my host family or to my PCV friends.
I will always be proud to say I am an RPCV of Swaziland and hope I can find occasions to wear my emahiya. I am already concerned I won’t be able to find mealie-meal anywhere in America, but I suppose there is always the Internet.
I am so grateful for everyone that has been a part of this journey with me, everything I have learned, and the new experiences I have had, ngiyabonga kakhulu.
Sala Kahle, eSwatini. Ntfombitanele Shongwe, OUT!
|G9 crammed into one roundavel hut during training|
|View from Jazz Bar, Mbabane Bus Rank|
|The worst seat in the khumbi, back row. Probably 110 degrees that day.|
|Frangipani tree blooming|
|Make and I dancing at a wedding|
|First (of many) delicious PCV cooked dinners|
|Some of my favorites at July 4th being silly|
|Cooking with Make|
|"Jersey girls lost in the bush"|
|Taking a break at standard bank from all our baggage|
|bosisi playing with my hair|
|23rd Birthday = Bushfire!!!|
|The newest addition to Phillies Nation|
|My source of light/primary disposal of wine bottles|
|Worst day ever. Until we got some Take Away.|
|Team Amurrca at the PST cooking competition|
|Home Depot should offer this|
|Happy to be in Mozambique, until 600 other people got on this vehicle|
|End of a 5 hour dance party, Babe just gave a speech about having to wake up early for firewood and weeding and everyone is chanting "no fields, no forest" here.|
|Rainwater collection/Mouse trap|
|Malendela's. I can almost hear the angels singing.|
|Lion at Hlane Royal National Park|
|Sangoma bhuti reading my bones|
|Lunkha likes my headphones|
|Typical day breaking out into dance|
|Cow in a wheel barrow at Anna Mae's homestead|
|House on Fire fun times|
|If you ever called me while I was in Swaziland, this is the famous "Tree of Reception" 20 minutes down the road|
|View from Mambane with Dhuha's babe|
|Inducting the little ones to glow sticks|
|The large stew with pap, only cure for a very hungry or frustrating day|
|Yet another clothes washing and BBC day|
|Surprise! One of my six awesome bobhuti, Don Williams or bust.|
|High kicks and traditional dancing time|
|A small but poisonous green mamba at my stesh|
|Danni's photo of my favorite tree outside my house|
|Some PCV's learning traditional dancing|
|Sunrise from my homestead, Maputo city lights and Indian Ocean on the horizon|