Yesterday, I was headed into
Xai-Xai on a chapa and an Asian man entered at one point on the way. There are a good number of Chinese, Japanese,
or Korean people here working in Mozambique.
After about 15 minutes I realized that a man in the front row was trying
to talk to him and basically harassing him in the process: “Hey China! Hey
China! Why you have no car? In China car cost 2 dolla!”. I realized after a bit
that this man also didn’t speak any Portuguese.
The man in the front row then asked me to translate for him, inviting me
into the conversation (bad move for this Mozambican). I then told the Mozambican to leave the other
guy alone and asked him if he’d like to be treated that way. The poor foreigner was just trying to get
from point A to point B, and ended up being harassed by this guy because of his
ethnicity. I think it reminded me of the
way that I am sometimes treated for being white and a woman. At least I have the language skills to try
and stand up for myself, but I felt bad that this guy didn’t.
Since I do all of my teaching in
Portuguese (local language is not allowed at school), I haven’t learned too
much of the local language. It is spoken
within Francelino’s family and other families in the community and it is the
first language that children learn when they start to speak. I have learned
many words and taught myself to understand many things in Changana, but it’s
more of a task to speak it. So I was at
the beach yesterday making arrangements for a group of volunteers to stay there
and I was waiting at the bus stop for a really long time without sign of a
chapa. After about 40 min I decided to
climb the hill and start walking to another stop where I might find more
chapas. As I was walking away a group of
older ladies shouted at me “there’s a chapa (bus) coming!”. They shouted at me in Changana, but I was
able to pick up the words and understood and turned back around. When I turned around to head back and they
realized that I understood them they started laughing and really got a kick out
of it. Here’s to local language skills!
This weekend I put together a
weekend get together because Gaza province is welcoming 9 new health
volunteers! We plan to go to the beach
and all get to know each other—so exciting!
So the past few weeks it has been
pretty “cold” here. Okay, I know I’m in
Africa—how cold can it be? Right? Well
it has been in the high 40’s, low 50’s every morning, which in New Hampshire is
certainly not considered cold, however the living conditions here are
different. Consider this: the houses are
not insulated, so if it’s 50 degrees outside, it’s probably 55 in the
house? Also many of the classrooms at
school don’t have doors and the windows are broken so when it’s 50 degrees and
windy outside, it’s 50 degrees and windy inside too, rough. Some of the kids just use their short-sleeved
uniform shirt at school, which is not enough in that weather and you can’t just
ask a kid why he didn’t bring a jacket because it’s possible that he doesn’t
have one. It’s so tough! That being said, I personally wouldn’t mind
if the cold weather sticks around because in a few months it will be 100
degrees every day, and that isn’t exactly the most enjoyable weather either!
Other than that, things are going
well. School wraps up October 26th
and then we have testing and other things going on at school, but I won’t lie,
I’m looking forward to the school year ending.
The big classes, lack of books and other resources, and being under
appreciated at school is starting to get to me.
10 weeks left until summer break!