There have been moments when I have somehow forgotten that I'm in Africa. Like, it just doesn't feel like I'm here (minus the fact that I can't see my family, that is). I'm not 100% sure what Africa should feel like, but I can say that its nothing like I expected it to be.
Someone asked me,
a few weeks ago, if Rwanda is more or less than what I expected it to be and my
answer was that it is much more. I honestly
(and ignorantly) had a Discovery Channel-type
image in my head of what Rwanda (or all of Africa for that matter) might look
like. I didn't expect a
"normal" city (whatever normal is), I didn't expect
"normal" houses (again, whatever normal is); however I did expect to see paper-thin children
with pot bellies and their parents with torn clothing and no shoes. The "normal" I expected to see much
resembled that of pre-colonized Africa...you know, the stick houses with no
ceilings, the men in loin cloths, giraffes and monkeys walking around all over,
etc. I could very easily blame National Geographic and any other
sources for my faulty images of Africa, however I think it would only be fair
for me to blame myself. I never did much
research of my own on the countries of this continent until it was time for me
to come here. Even still, the images
that I had seen throughout my life kept me from believing that any country in
Africa would actually have cell phones, healthy babies, tall buildings, or any
form of civilized life. So when I say
that sometimes I forget that I am in an African country, I mean it in the sense
that its nothing like the images that have been painted in my head my entire
life...
A couple of weeks
ago, I went on a visit deep into the village with three of my coworkers. This was the first time that I actually felt like I was in "Africa." I saw some barely standing houses, made of
mud only; no cement or tin roof to protect them from the rain...one-room houses
for families of six children and one parent (two if they are lucky) living in
the house with them...houses with the kitchen being 3 rocks sitting outside in
a triangle with sticks in the middle so a lit fire can heat the food...the list
goes on.
Going into the
village to visit the families with malnourished children was absolutely
heartbreaking and eye-opening. The children
had arms just a little bit thicker than my thumbs and their parents spoke on
how their entire family eats just one meal each day...and how the mothers cannot
even give their starving children breast milk because they, too, are malnourished
(at some point, their bodies just stop producing milk). After visiting with these families and
hearing their stories, I immediately felt a slight pang of guilt. Here I am, in Rwanda among the poorest of the
poor, toiling and stressing over the dresser that I needed for my clothes and
the pantry that I just had to have for my food.
I never stopped to think of the fact that many of the people around me
don't even have clothes to put in a dresser or food to put in a pantry. Most of the people I see on a daily basis around
the health center seem more or less well-off, but it was when I walked behind
the main road and a short distance away from the health center that I saw how
bad things can really be. I had the
chance to see people who live with the bare minimum...yet their hearts are
still so full; I had the chance to see
for myself why I am here and where I can do my best to make a difference; and I
had the chance to realize that I don't really need all of the things that I
"need" to live...the bare minimum is more than enough.
There is a lesson
to be learned in all of this and a reason why the Lord sent me here; and I do
hope that within these two years, I fulfill my purpose and allow Him to use me
in any way that He sees fit. I know it
may sound a little cliché, but I genuinely want to make a difference. I want to impact someone and leave my mark. And for the first time in my life, I want to be
100% selfless. 100%. Selfless.
Love and Peace
Corps,
Dametreea
Dovremmo essere tutti un po meno egoisti ed essere più altruisti, il mondo sarebbe migliore!! buona serata e felice fine settimana a te...ciao
ReplyDeleteYour photo gallery won't let me in to see the pictures anymore. do I need to join facebook in order to see them. I use to just click on the photo gallery via facebook and the pictures would come right up.Or maybe its just my computer acting up again. Loved your latest posts it was very funny. Girl you are brave. P.S tell those people to stop being so touchy. It is very rude to just be trying to touch someone without their permission. When Tasha comes to see you, you know it is going to be on if someone touches her. I love and miss you so much. I can't wait to come see you. have you mailed that letter from your host mom yet. I will call you soon. love mommy dearest.
ReplyDeleteHi Mom!! The link worked for me, but I took it down and put it up again anyway just in case.
DeleteYeah, they better brace themselves for Tasha lol I love you and I miss you too!! Can't wait until next year! We're going to have sooo much FUN!! I sent the letter two weekends ago so you should be getting it soon.
XOXO