Totsiens: Final Week
As I sit here on my bed on the final night of our program after our final dinner and paper plate awards ceremony, my bags packed, it’s hard to summarize this experience in a few words and even harder to decide on a favorite excursion/activity. The reason why I love the Cape Town program so much is because we were able to learn about South Africa through diversifying our experience - this means we took part in several types of activities, including sightseeing, service work and cultural/historical learning activities.
Cape Town Highlights Week 3:
- Beth Uriel service project continuation
- Robben Island tour
- Table Mountain
- Morning hike to Rhodes Memorial
- Language presentations and Afrikaans sweets tasting
- Hint Hunt (escape room)
- Food Jam
- Final presentations
- Fairy Glen overnight excursion: nature walk (day 1), morning safari/game drive (day 2)
- Final dinner
- Paper plates awards ceremony
Because I could not focus on one single activity, I’ve decided to include the free-verse poem I’ve written for my final project which I had presented yesterday. It basically summarizes the most significant activities on the trip, the emotions I felt and the lessons I’ve taken away from them. The poem is entitled “Lions” and is written in the 2nd person with the usage of the pronoun “you” to show that I am writing to myself. Generally, lions are often characterized as courageous, determined and strong. The poem follows my journey from pre-departure, first impressions to all of our activities, the people we’ve met along the way and the lessons I’ve learned at the end. Ultimately, it makes reference to the complexity and indescribability of South African culture, even by native South Africans. Enjoy!
“Be careful, there are elephants and lions in Africa.
And don’t get Ebola.”
“But Cape Town,” you insist, “it’s Cape Town.”
South Africa, better off than much of the rest of the continent.
But to what extent do you really know South Africa,
beyond Mandela?
beyond apartheid?
Do you know if there are many elephants and lions in South Africa?
Do you know the full story?
Does anyone?
Next thing you know
You’re cruising past Johannesburg to the left of the median
The skyline going in reverse
but the sun still setting in the west
And you’re surprised that their highways remind you of home.
Goeie môre
The sun rises in the east
And you refuse to emerge from the covers
because winter goosebumps are sure to rise
Your first thought is about the mystery that is South African breakfast
But the women downstairs startle you with their friendly welcome and gentle smiles
This is South African hospitality, say hello
And supersaturate your sentences with please’s and thank you’s.
They say you should have some tea and you agree
“The one that starts with an r, please.”
Next thing you know
There is a pot of steaming rooibos tea to the left of your biscuits and jam
It’s good for the stomach
that has churned from flight
craved a taste of Africa
sunken in the seas between you and your home
But what hasn't sunken in yet
is that you are in Africa
you are at home
you are there.
you are here.
There’s no easy way in
There’s no way to sugarcoat
So you step into the world of black and white
And fasten your lenses nice and tight
Mandela’s there but you can’t forget
Tutu
Pieterson
Biko
Sisulu
The names that are all new to you
And the rather expensive price for justice
Have you found lions in Africa yet?
Now onto Soweto
You’ve read about townships before
You’ve seen images
Of a poverty-stricken landfill
So that’s how you’ve defined townships
how people have defined Africa
this entire time.
Oh, how wrong we all are
how incomplete.
Soweto is hopeful.
Soweto is hardworking.
Around each corner is opportunity
Even in Kliptown, where
communal porta potties line the path
“illegal connections” adorn the air like streamers
shacks stir up a ruckus of musty claustrophobia.
You feel like you’re crashing and intruding
On the daily dynamic
Did you receive an invitation?
The children outside line up one by one and,
from your hands to theirs,
reach for fluffy dreamy marshmallows, pink and white
No names exchanged
They tip their heads and thank you
And a little boy does a little party trick -
he coaxes you into giving him another with a sly grin.
You’re the guest here,
So help yourself to a gumboot dance
Why don't you try it out?
You notice the smiles on the children’s faces
It sticks out to you
“Starving African children” “poverty-stricken” “destitute”
In other words, a Westerner’s summoning to the “deprived land”
It is not uncommon here for young lips to curl
But outsiders find it a pleasant surprise
And they feel that they are able to bring them out of their supposed despair
Only them
And you are guilty of once thinking the same
You didn't start the party
You’re not the life of it
You just make it brighter.
And just as your eyes locked on the coast
The other side of the familiar Atlantic
Don't waste a drop, you’re told
by a small sign in baggage claim
“Cape Town is drought-stricken.”
You begin to panic about 2 minute showers
“And letting the yellow mellow”
And just to make matters worse
There is a such thing as post-apartheid apartheid
the partition a measly strip of road
The Gini is as high as Table Mountain
measures the slippery slope
and counts the meters from bottom to top
sea level to summit
And you are saddened by the fact that
there is nothing you could possibly do
Why is it a problem to us if it’s not our problem in the first place?
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Your first impact project will be at Beth Uriel
Here is your task:
Paint the house exterior.
Talk with the guys.
Mingle.
It's not such a hard task
But you wonder
What do they have to share with me?
And the other way around
What can you share with them?
He leads you around the home, saying
“There's not much else to see.”
You settle by a table in the computer room
Away from the hubbub next door
You met this person five minutes ago
And he takes over the chat.
A shared intimacy with an American stranger
and a cultural exchange
You do not nod your head every second
You do not interrupt their train of thought
You listen. Intently
Next time you see them
It smells of chemicals and coffee grinds
and sawdust permeated the air
When you are told you are not returning to the House of Light
No goodbyes
A crumbling wall to be painted
The cracked silhouette of a young man to be repaired
You feel unfulfilled.
A few days later you drive by the building
Your eyes catch the sight of ladders propped against that very wall
You could have been there.
There is an air of familiarity as you step inside
a Roman Catholic Church
You can't wait to make food for the homeless
As it reminds you of your church back home
Scooping globs of peanut butter and jelly
And stirring pots of soup
that could feed hundreds
Reaching out to hand them a cup
But that is not the task, you are told
You head over to Rondebosch Common
A keyboard intro perks up everyone’s ears
A few seconds elapse and
everyone is dancing to pata pata
And you are twirling your King Protea scepter
Feeling so in control.
There was something about dancing
and talking
and being connected through music and words
and holding hands, rather than
holding cups of soup
that put us on the ground
bring us to the same level
because we are all human
capable of enjoying the same
feeling the same emotions.
Amidst the pungent fumes of turpentine and paint and carcinogens
You find refuge in the boys’ ward at Maitland Cottage
You approach Konwi,
The boy who mocks us for treating him like every other child
mocks us for our jumbled Afrikaans
enjoys Lego destruction and
knows all the magic tricks up our sleeve
because he's seen them on TV
He had his operation Thursday morning
And on Thursday you worked outside
You saw him through the window in another ward
Recognized him by the back of his head
His original bed vacant
And without most of the screws in his legs
He went home.
You are drawn to Etrick,
The boy next door
Whose infectious smiles render you powerless
And spirited gestures
You meet Jaydin,
The boy whose powerful play-doh pitches
Speak louder than his mumbled sentences
And their personalities are bright
Brighter than the pinks, blues, yellows and greens
with which we’ve styled their benches and table.
Today, you are Auntie
You may be Auntie today
But you have always been a dolphin killer
And there is no excuse for that
Onto Muizenberg
You’ll see colorful houses
eat fish and chips
But first
Here is your trash bag
The trip to Langa wasn't exactly
a throwback to Soweto
At Mzansi restaurant, you are
treated to grilled chicken, beef stew, yams
Fascinated by sand paintings
Serenaded by marimbas and a smooth sax melody
Intrigued by the power of TripAdvisor
At Gugas’thebe, you are
impressed by craftsmanship
Paintings, pottery, wire creations alike
And a few steps down through muddy puddles
alongside stray dogs
There are hostels on one side and comfortable homes on the other.
That is the Gini coefficient at its finest.
Through the Messiah’s teachings
We learn about the Khoi and San
The Kingdom of Mapungubwe
The Dutch/English tug-of-war
The black/white tug-of-war
We’ve learned of the student protests against Afrikaans in favor of their mother tongues
It is the language of their oppressor
Who asks “Hoe gaan dit met jou?”
When they don’t care at all
We’ve learned about ourselves.
Where we come from.
What we pride ourselves on.
Reputation. Wealth. Social class. Position.
Buzz words that stem from power.
We tour townships.
We bargain for bracelets and woodworks and your culture
to bring home and show our family and friends
We enter residents’ homes.
They see a bus of tourists and look on.
Some mask their faces with a shawl of shame
as the poverty safari comes through
The same would never happen in America.
There is a different kind of power though,
And now it is time for us to say “Amandla.”
Power.
Power to the people.
We’ve seen colorful Bo Kaap
A splash of vibrancy among monochromatic society
Devouring savory curry and sugary koeksisters
We’ve seen solemn Robben Island
Where Mandela owed 18 years of life
Braved the battering cape waters
We’ve seen the peninsula at the edge of the universe
Ostriches and penguins by the water
Baboons bearing no shame
We’ve seen the imposing Table Mountain
Heads in the clouds
Dassies scurrying about
Of course, there will be things you will miss
Like Sticky Fingers’ cheese fries
And speckled eggs
And sweet chili cheddars
And appletizer
And malva pudding and milk tarts and koeksisters
Especially koeksisters
There will be things that are left unanswered
Like why marshmallows here are pink and white
And if the pink ones are flavored differently
There will be things that are short-lived
Like your rosewater marshmallow milkshake
Like your stay in the country whose history
is deeply embedded within black and white sheets
You can’t deny the presence of lions here
We have met many.
You don’t need to hike to find a lion and its cubs
Nor do you have to visit a zoo
If you are scaling the mountain to see Cecil Rhodes
looking north
doing his imperial gazing
his shadow cast upon the land
Turn around.
Go to Soweto.
Go to Langa.
Go to Maitland Cottage.
Come to Rondebosch Common every week.
Come see courage and determination.
Come see the cubs,
budding and growing in the ways they were raised and the ways they were trained.
From DC to CPT and back again.
Now that you know that there are indeed lions in South Africa,
Do you know the full story?
Does anyone?
These past few days especially have been eventful as we stayed in quaint cottages at Fairy Glen Game Reserve in the mountains of Worcester, having parties on my rooftop balcony taking each moment to get to know each other more and gazing at the most stars we have ever seen at once. I could tell that everyone was trying to treasure each moment and make the best out of each second.
The staff, teachers and program leaders at the CIEE Cape Town Global Institute have been so caring and receptive to us and I couldn’t thank them more for making this trip perhaps one of the best experiences of my life. Our program leaders Andrew and Abbey, coordinators Naledi and Candice, teacher Pieter and bus driver Bongi have all played critical roles in ensuring that we get as much out of our time in Cape Town as possible, even going as far as to ordering last-minute program sweatshirts for all of us. Additionally, the 13 other people I’ve met on this program have been such a great source of positive energy to be around, unlike anything I’ve experienced back home. Being able to partake in service learning in a foreign (South African) context is among one of the most unique ways a person can learn to grow as a person. Final presentations was a time of emotional rollercoasters and tears, so I can’t imagine what it will be like tomorrow when we have to part ways with our South African friends, walk out of the Global Institute for the last time and finally with our fellow program mates.
Though the flight to Cape Town to Johannesburg combined with the flight from Johannesburg to Washington, D.C. will be a test of endurance against immobility, I’m positive I will be back (with improved Afrikaans) and hope to reunite with the people I’ve met and encountered on this journey. With that being said, totsiens! Sien jou later!
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