I've always considered how, over time,
we tend to become more like the people we spend time with, and so as time winds down on my service, I find myself wanting
to put my energies into the things that have meant most to me in
Botswana, one of which is spending time with my host family. I
remember how hard it was to leave my life behind me to join the Peace
Corps, uncertainty was everywhere, until the moment my host mom's
eyes peered deeply into mine, immediately naming me Tshepo, and
telling me just to “trust” my service and my two years here. It
was a comforting and defining moment in my life.
Yet, I was also keenly aware that every
family has it's own lexicon, it's customized style of verbalization,
it's secret codes that are not known to the outside world. Even in
Botswana, where communication isn't exactly their fortay, there is
still a language of families that is bound up in shared
experiences—it's the inside joke that lets you know you belong—that
this is your tribe. Quickly, I thought being with this family was gonna make for an
interesting ride, and that proved to be so true in many ways!
So for the second Sunday in a row, I
awoke, taking in a sharp inhale of the icy cold air, being brave
enough to slip out of my warm bed, and waiting over an hour in the cold morning for a ride to Kanye. As soon as I felt the hill on
which they live, and seeing my mom, and my sister Joy who is home from
England for the month, all the icy cold Botswana air disappeared. We
spent the days cooking, eating, cutting back her roses, laughing,
taking in my mom's words of wisdom, and talking about our old times, however new they really are. My mom had been sick for several weeks
with god knows what, and I enjoyed hearing that she took the “Tshepo
route,” making alternative concoctions to heal herself. She's
learning, and I was pleased. Joy and I then went visiting the Aunts
who live in Mmathethe, before ending another wonderful family day.
Over the years many people have
influenced me, some subtly and some powerfully, and this is nothing
revolutionary. But I am in Africa, not with my natural family and
friends, but with a family whom I've shared a cross pollination of
ideas, a discovery of each of our cultures, and what lights our
fires. The indefinable richness that has come from this unexpected
connection, the sudden recognition of the pattern which connects, has
left me with an indescribable feeling.
I've looked at the people
around me, friends, neighbors, fellow PCV's, and while things can be challenging at times, exploring the connections that rise from
our different perspectives, insights, and shared experiences is what this
service has been all about for me. And mostly, it is this amazing host family that taught me
things about life that I soon won't forget!
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