Showing posts with label kavango. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kavango. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 June 2016

a labor of love..

It's been nine months, almost to the day, since my completion of two years of service with the US Peace Corps in Namibia. It's been an interesting transition, living back in the states... Ups and downs, and while it's good to be back -- Namibia, I miss you so.

I didn't spend a lot of time behind a camera - it altered too greatly the interaction with my kids... but here is a sampling of my last days in Mangetti with my ridiculous, brilliant, wonderful, obnoxious students... These few snaps are some of my favorites: siblings and cousins side by side, (with a few class photos thrown in). Can you see the family resemblance? The full album can be found here.






  



















Apologies for any fuzzziness as I tinkered with the settings of a borrowed Olympus after my Nikon went kaput. And thanks to Ms. Ali for trusting me with your camera for a few weeks in the bush!

Thursday, 9 October 2014

this is africa, ne?

It doesn't always feel like I live where I live.
Despite the mud huts, the donkey carts, and epic tracts of sand traversed..
It’s surprisingly easy to forget..

Yet, something about wading amid deep hippo footprints and elephant
dung, pushing aside papyrus looking for a private spot to piss, on an island in the middle of the oKavango, really does trigger a realization as to one's current locale.

The weekend was spent near the mouth of the Zambezi [Caprivi] Strip around Divundu.
A couple of nights sleeping next to the oKavango River in an old hulk of an RV camper, with the sweet grunts of hippos as a lullaby through the night.

It was beautiful.
The icing, though, was the boat ride, piloted by an experienced guide, and an abundance of wildlife.

Palms | Kavango River

African skimmers | Kavango River

Bundled papyrus | Kavango River

Carmine bee-eater | Kavango River


Look closer, they're shy.. A lesser jacana. | Kavango River

Kids fishing | Kavango River

Pod of hippos | Kavango River


Crocodile | Kavango River


Fish Eagle | Kavango River


That shadow there? Its an elephant. | Kavango River


African skimmer eggs | Kavango River


Fishing | Kavango River


Bird in flight | Kavango River


Goliath Heron | Kavango River


Lily | Kavango River



Wednesday, 6 August 2014

cuppa*

Part of my job is to dispel stereotypes. Myths about people. Americans, certainly. But all groups of people. I want my kids [learners] to see the different tribes, and ethnic groups, around them, and not judge them based on the pre-formed opinions of others, but approach people with an open curiosity that doesn't center solely on the geographic origins of someone's ancestors, or the language that one speaks, their physical characteristics, or their manner of dress. I want them to to work to dispel the notions and assumptions that others have given them, and navigate their own paths.

It just kills me, then, when adults in this country continue to flock toward what they know, or what they are comfortable with, and reaffirm those stereotypes thoughtlessly. On one level, they understand that it is racist bullshit that streams out of them a few hours into the conversation – at the point which they've relaxed, and have started philosophizing on the state of the world, and the country around them. They start or end each statement with an apology or qualification. They know they're pandering to ideas that have been reinforced since childhood, and you see that faint glimmer when what they're saying occurs to them as the hogwash that it is... And then that moment that inkling dies, and they settle back into the comfort of the persuasions they can't seem to shake off.

Namibia has a diverse population. A couple million peoples from various and diverse tribes that have lived here for thousands of years previous to the attempts at colonization, and quite a few peoples from assorted European backgrounds. They are your colleagues, your neighbors, your family members. You only have ONE friend with a different 'ethnic' background? Out of a couple million? This doesn't strike you as odd? And this ONE is the exception to the rule? What are the rules? Who made them up? Was it you? Why do you still mind them?

Excuse me while I smash my head against my keyboard. Repeatedly.


*This tangent [rant] occurred to me after one of the numerous times I have been offered coffee by an Afrikaner who pointedly excluded the Namibian standing next to me, who had been an equal part of the conversation, from the invitation. Not to say all Namibians aren't prone to similar behaviour. They, too, often begin insulting diatribes regarding 'race' with, “No offense to you,” when they get going..

Also, I'm a little leery of invitations inside for a cup of coffee. In the states, if someone asks you out (or in, as it were) for coffee, it's often out of personal interest... Or a ploy for sex.

Ask me over for a beer. I won't think you have a hidden agenda. Also, I'd just like a beer, thanks.

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

walkabout..





Homesteads started encroaching upon one another, and the street narrows into an alley... 




Hidden behind a row of palms and greenery, the NDC works... 




Who says we don't have wildlife? ... 



Had I grown up here as a child, this would have been my favorite fort in the village.. 







Though these photos tell a contrary tale, we DO have villagers, many, many of them.. I just ended up taking pictures on a Sunday (when everyone was relaxing indoors) and on a Monday (when all of the kids were sitting for exams)..