Something New
This is all very new! I'm getting use to that, though. I had no idea what a blog was until a couple of weeks ago and I decided to try it out. I will try to post on it from time to time.
So...life as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Namibia these days. Where to begin. I have been on vacation since April 30th, so I have been to Windhoek (Capital) for a meeting, shopping and eating food that didn't come out of a bag or can or a tree. Windhoek must be my least favorite capital that I have visited. Nothing much going for it and not very appealing. After I had eaten all I could, my mind returned to the Northwest. Everytime I leave up here, my heart aches and my mind yearns to return. It is always such a relief to come over the rise and see the valley and Opuwo in the distance. Good Times!
Well, seven friends came up to see the mountains, changing leaves, and the Himba. After a couple of days at Ingrid's in Opuwo we headed up to Epupa falls on the Angolan border. Living between Opuwo and Epupa I knew the drive would be awesome, but nothing could have prepared me for Epupa. One of the most glorious places I have ever been. The falls is truly breathtaking and enormous. We camped under palm trees right next to the top of the falls, and slept with the roar of the water tumbling. There were so few people there which gave it a quiet serene feel that I assume you can't find at bigger falls in the area (Victoria?!!). And to top it off, word got out that Mister Tomo was there, and so for three days we had personal tour guides in my students who took us on walks, showed us the best swimming holes, braided the girls' hair and showed us a wonderful African time. It was AMAZING to say the least.
We then came back to Okanguati where everyone spent a couple of nights. My flat is tiny so people camped outside on the school grounds. It was fun to have everyone there and for friends to see "my world".
So, now I am in Opuwo preparing to make a presentation to the management of the Mobile schools regarding an idea I have for English curriculum. The mobile schools are schools for the Himba who still live a traditional life, and therefore the schools can move as they do. They have very few resources and students do not really relate to what texts they do have. I want to create a program for teachers and students that will be relevant to their lives and easy for multi level classes since some teachers teach grades 4-7 at one time. It is exciting to be in the beginning stages of this project.
Thanks to my family, friends, and town our school library is slowly growing. I have received five bags of books now (3 today!) and I understand more are on the way. We have a room that I am working on setting the library up in, so I hope to get it up and running during this next term. Hopefully by the time I leave it will be well-stocked and well-running.
I am teaching grade 5 and 8 English and grade 6 and 7 Maths. So, basically I am a primary teacher, something I never thought I would be. I love it. It drives me mad at times but I am so glad I have younger kids. Since most of my learners are first generation students and have never left the area, it is providing challenges I could have never anticipated.
So, life here is good and fun and frustrating and exciting. I am ready to start a new term after a wonderful vacation.
More soon...................tom

4 Comments:
So...are you from Tenessee or is that just your name? That's facinating that you're teaching in Nambia at any rate. I spent the last year in South Africa and had many friends who were from or visited Nambia. How do you like the Windhoek Beer? It was one of my favorite ;) I lived in Cape Town, and also travelled to Johannesburg and Lesotho.
Michael- Yeah, I'm from Murfreesboro, Tennessee originally. I am up in the NW corner of Namibia teaching Math and English. It is fascinating and frustrating and wonderful.
Haven't made it to Cape Town yet, but am looking forward to getting there.
As for beer...Windhoek is a great beer, unfortunately I can't get it where I live.
Anyways...thanks for the note.
Tom,
I hope to read many posts from you in the future. I am currently applying to PC (nominated to Sub-Saharan Africa in Health Extension, and could only be lucky enough for it to be to Namibia) and enjoy your insight. Oh, and I am also living just down the road from your hometown in Nashville!
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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
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