Our lives have taken an interesting twist in the past few months and thus a new blog has not yet been designed as promised. Thank you for hanging in there with us.
My brother in-law that we are very close to (one of our children's god-fathers) has been diagnosed with a terminal disease. We as a family are adjusting to this news. Although -how one ever adjusts to "planning" on the loss of a loved one that is close to ones own age, is a mystery to me. I do believe however that despite what I thought-I'm excited to say that we will be heading off to Norway for the holidays soon- I'm just saddened by the reason ..........and even more so that we will not be bringing our children because we sat on their refinalization-and as of today-they do not yet have their passports. Although- It is exciting to think of having time with "just" us again...
Our business was keeping my dear husband out of town most of this past fall- and when he was here-he was primarily focused on work. Because of this- in the past three months- personally I like to believe that I have grown in strength as a mom. Still far from perfect-laugh. But I must admit- I became quite the competent family member-laugh.
My husbands travelling makes me think of those families with loved ones in the military on extended assignments and how strong and creative the resident parent must be. My heart goes out to them this holiday season and I am no longer just thankful for the freedom that is provided for my volunteer work as I can go freely back and forth to Africa and Europe simply because of the color of my passport--but now-also I think to the sacrifices their families are making for that freedom. Thank you....
As for me and my personal growth, I've been focusing on the details of running my non-profit. Now that I've seen some success and an interest in it-I'm truly inspired. So, although I am not a web-developer- I'd love it if you'd check out www.hayelkidsaid.org. It's been up and running for only a couple of days now and it's not perfect but I'd say it's not bad for a first try!
I'm also working with a friend to create a travel company in Ethiopia. We are in the process of buying a vehicle as I write this and I'll be heading out this spring for an un-determined amount of time to work on both the non-profit and our travel company. Yes, my return to Ethiopia this time is for an extended amount of time and the length is as of now un-determined. Planning an extended move while all of the above pieces and parts of our lives are also moving around is proving quite challenging.
The name of the Travel company will be Exodus Travel. We've had about 10 customers in the past month or so and things are going well- although it's not yet with out it's hick-ups and we are still in the licensing process I remain hopeful. I can't wait to say more about this in the future.
So many transitions, so little time. I hope to create a new blog -but I am looking for one that is not blocked in Ethiopia at this time and blogspot is. It seems to me that it would be exciting to blog about my impending departure from America to slowly becoming an Ethiopian Resident. So many questions yet-to be answered.
So, for those of you watching our lives- I hope this post keeps you hanging on. Someday soon- when the "dust settles" around us- I will start again.
Thank you for all of your support both those silent readers and public ones. It's been nice to share our journey. BTW - our kids- they are sooo amazing and the highlight to each and every one of my days!
Truly they are my sunshine in these otherwise cloudy winter skies...
Showing posts with label ethiopia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ethiopia. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
With an Eye toward the Ethiopian Elections...
The ability to register to vote in the Upcoming May elections is coming to a close. So far registration for the elections this year is low.
The public's past experience with politics has created a wariness by people as they are not forthcoming in political discussions with foreigners. It is common practice with-in the populace to not speak with others regarding their political opinions as families and their members have been beaten or imprisoned for their views or actions during election time. This is understandable when you include the turmoil that the people of Ethiopia have experienced in the recent memorable years including but of course not limited to their oppression during Derg rule and the shooting during "peaceful" demonstrations in the even the latest election. To learn some basics High level infomation about Ethiopian politics visit this site: http://africanelections.tripod.com/et.html
some basic history (from site above):
1889-1931 Absolute Monarchy
1931-1936 Traditional Monarchy (In practice, still an absolute monarchy)
1936-1941 Italian "Occupation"
1941-1955 Traditional Monarchy (In practice, still an absolute monarchy)
1955-1974 Traditional Monarchy
1974-1984 Military Regime
1984-1987 Military Regime & [De-Facto] One Party State (WPE)
1987-1991 One Party State (WPE)
1991-1995 Transitional Government/Multiparty Transition
1995- Emerging Democracy
As the Elections near the NEBE (National Electoral Board of Ethopia) is going to host a website -although it is likely to be "scrubbed" and clean as this is a government agency (and the government controls the media) it will likely describe the parties-it's candidate along with his/her qualifications and platforms. The good news is that when launched (sometime this month)- it is suppose to be published in Amharic and English. www.electionethiopia.org
Let's hope for few deaths, excellent reporting and for a strong turn out by the registered populace!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Prostitution and Addis Ababa
I have been thinking about Prostitution in Ethiopia for some time now. While in Ethiopia I was fascinated by the sheer number of prostitutes or sex workers lining the streets at night in Addis. It is not "formalized" like it is in Amsterdam and it is not possible to compare the two- if you are reading this from only having visited there- please understand there is a stark difference and these two locations are not comparable.
As a visiting "resident" so to speak, I did not spend much of my time on Bole or in Concorde where the more expensive housing is (thus where more expensive prostitutes are)-but traveled to areas where everyday people live. Each night -around certain buildings on my commute home- or on my way out for the evening- I'd see young women-mostly in their teens or young 20's in the streets. They would either be where one less popular road ended -along a long popular road. Or standing near a spot known for prostitution. They sometimes would yes, be on street corners but mostly- they would be hanging out along popular road ways- not usually on corners of intersections like in the movies-laugh. Sometimes they were in skirts, but a lot of the time they are in jeans too. Sometimes they'd have make up on, sometimes not.
One would easily mistake them for a girl waiting for a taxi or a ride to pick them up -if they didn't know better. Before I understood- I'd make jokes about how all the girls get dressed up at night and head out to the clubs. My implied question was-with out a joke-that I couldn't believe all these people went to the clubs on weekdays and to work the next day-the clubs don't open until 11pm and they close around 4am. It was then that I was told- "They are going to work Kimberly- not to the clubs". Ahh-to be so naive... laugh-
So, now I wanted to know how much one cost- so, I asked several of my male friends over the next month or so, to ask one of the girls how much money for an evening. Since I never walked alone at night- I had many people to ask this of-laugh. I'm not sure why, but I just needed to know. To my dismay, none of them would be seen speaking with a sex worker, and of course I could not speak with them in Amharic, so I was not able to determine the exact amount it would cost.
So, I have to be happy with what I was told, and yes, I'm still learning Amharic-laugh. **someday, I'll learn on my own.. But until then... here's what I learned. The amounts were all over the place and seemed to depend mostly on where in the city we were, what social status, where they were to be "hired from", etc. etc... My friends would ask me almost as many questions as I asked them-when I tried to figure out costs. Here's what they would tell me that they've been told by their "friends":
Once, while staying at a one of the Gov't run Addis hotels one evening-we went to a club and saw some foreigners there. At the hotel in the morning- those same Foreigners were at the hotel eating breakfast or in the hallways saying "goodbye" to some Ethiopia women who were also at the clubs. I happen to know-that these men did not arrive to the club with the women as we arrived at the same time the men did. They were prostitutes. I know some of you are thinking they "hooked up"- but they did not- these women were at these clubs every time I went (and yes I do like to dance very much and went perhaps a little more often that I would have if I was here in America) and after a little while- you too learn to recognize the girls working the rooms.
Again- on speaking with my friends about this (Ethiopian friends) it was noted that Foreigners "NGO" workers are often interested Ethiopian Women- and it is not "uncommon" to see an Older White man pay a significant amount to spend the night with a Hot Ethiopian Prostitute. As one could guess, my mouth hit the floor.
Prostitution -at this time- seems a difficult reality- for women- in Ethiopia-and an emotionally difficult "occupation" for visiting women like myself to see in practice. For myself, growing up in a world where "sexual acts" are sacred and shared with only loved ones- it's difficult for me to see so many women participating and choosing in this very difficult "career choice". But with super high family disruption rates, low graduation rate (especially for women) and 50% (aprox) unemployment rate in the country - jobs are few and far between for the uneducated. I find it difficult to swallow-so many of these woman being forced into this work to support themselves and/or their families- simply or very possibly because they have siblings and their father or mother died.
As far as "outside" of Addis- Prostitution- was not as obvious to me as it was in Addis. Although it is there, I noticed it in Mekele, Harar, Awasa, and in Bahr Dahr but there were not many girls in the streets but rather in establishments, these women (minus in Mekele) seemed older than the ones in Addis.
As for men, I asked if there were Male prostitutes-and I'm sure they are out there- but no one could point me in the direction of where to find one nor could did they seem to know a male that considered his occupation as a sex worker -although they did jokingly say they know some of their friends they would "consider" of that nature-laugh.
As a visiting "resident" so to speak, I did not spend much of my time on Bole or in Concorde where the more expensive housing is (thus where more expensive prostitutes are)-but traveled to areas where everyday people live. Each night -around certain buildings on my commute home- or on my way out for the evening- I'd see young women-mostly in their teens or young 20's in the streets. They would either be where one less popular road ended -along a long popular road. Or standing near a spot known for prostitution. They sometimes would yes, be on street corners but mostly- they would be hanging out along popular road ways- not usually on corners of intersections like in the movies-laugh. Sometimes they were in skirts, but a lot of the time they are in jeans too. Sometimes they'd have make up on, sometimes not.
One would easily mistake them for a girl waiting for a taxi or a ride to pick them up -if they didn't know better. Before I understood- I'd make jokes about how all the girls get dressed up at night and head out to the clubs. My implied question was-with out a joke-that I couldn't believe all these people went to the clubs on weekdays and to work the next day-the clubs don't open until 11pm and they close around 4am. It was then that I was told- "They are going to work Kimberly- not to the clubs". Ahh-to be so naive... laugh-
So, now I wanted to know how much one cost- so, I asked several of my male friends over the next month or so, to ask one of the girls how much money for an evening. Since I never walked alone at night- I had many people to ask this of-laugh. I'm not sure why, but I just needed to know. To my dismay, none of them would be seen speaking with a sex worker, and of course I could not speak with them in Amharic, so I was not able to determine the exact amount it would cost.
So, I have to be happy with what I was told, and yes, I'm still learning Amharic-laugh. **someday, I'll learn on my own.. But until then... here's what I learned. The amounts were all over the place and seemed to depend mostly on where in the city we were, what social status, where they were to be "hired from", etc. etc... My friends would ask me almost as many questions as I asked them-when I tried to figure out costs. Here's what they would tell me that they've been told by their "friends":
- 5 usd would buy you a pretty girl -probably healthy- for the night. 10 usd would get you a really sweeeeett likely sexy and dressed well- girl-laugh.
- But you could "score" for a 1 usd if you really wanted to-but you'd be risking Aids etc. So that's the answer I got-
- I've also been told that some of the Concorde girls look for 50 usd or more from Foreigners and that their are "foreigner specific" prostitutes that shop for just the visitors or NGO workers.
Once, while staying at a one of the Gov't run Addis hotels one evening-we went to a club and saw some foreigners there. At the hotel in the morning- those same Foreigners were at the hotel eating breakfast or in the hallways saying "goodbye" to some Ethiopia women who were also at the clubs. I happen to know-that these men did not arrive to the club with the women as we arrived at the same time the men did. They were prostitutes. I know some of you are thinking they "hooked up"- but they did not- these women were at these clubs every time I went (and yes I do like to dance very much and went perhaps a little more often that I would have if I was here in America) and after a little while- you too learn to recognize the girls working the rooms.
Again- on speaking with my friends about this (Ethiopian friends) it was noted that Foreigners "NGO" workers are often interested Ethiopian Women- and it is not "uncommon" to see an Older White man pay a significant amount to spend the night with a Hot Ethiopian Prostitute. As one could guess, my mouth hit the floor.
Prostitution -at this time- seems a difficult reality- for women- in Ethiopia-and an emotionally difficult "occupation" for visiting women like myself to see in practice. For myself, growing up in a world where "sexual acts" are sacred and shared with only loved ones- it's difficult for me to see so many women participating and choosing in this very difficult "career choice". But with super high family disruption rates, low graduation rate (especially for women) and 50% (aprox) unemployment rate in the country - jobs are few and far between for the uneducated. I find it difficult to swallow-so many of these woman being forced into this work to support themselves and/or their families- simply or very possibly because they have siblings and their father or mother died.
As far as "outside" of Addis- Prostitution- was not as obvious to me as it was in Addis. Although it is there, I noticed it in Mekele, Harar, Awasa, and in Bahr Dahr but there were not many girls in the streets but rather in establishments, these women (minus in Mekele) seemed older than the ones in Addis.
As for men, I asked if there were Male prostitutes-and I'm sure they are out there- but no one could point me in the direction of where to find one nor could did they seem to know a male that considered his occupation as a sex worker -although they did jokingly say they know some of their friends they would "consider" of that nature-laugh.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Alemayehu G. Mariam... a writer for the Huffington Post.
Alemayehu G. Mariam... a writer for the Huffington Post.
I may not always agree with his opinions but his blog entries are thought provoking and eye opening.
You should take a moment and check it out. With their elections coming up in May I'm certain it is going to get interesting.
You can find his posts here...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alemayehu-g-mariam
I may not always agree with his opinions but his blog entries are thought provoking and eye opening.
You should take a moment and check it out. With their elections coming up in May I'm certain it is going to get interesting.
You can find his posts here...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alemayehu-g-mariam
Here's a bit of his bio- For the last several years, Prof. Mariam has written a weekly web commentary on Ethiopian human rights and African issues that is widely read online. He played a central advocacy role in the passage of H.R. 2003 (Ethiopia Democracy and Human Rights Act) in the House of Representatives in 2007. Prof. Mariam practices in the areas of criminal defense and civil litigation. In 1998, he argued a major case in the California Supreme Court involving the right against self-incrimination in People v. Peevy, 17 Cal. 4th 1184, which helped clarify longstanding Miranda rights issues in criminal procedure in California.
Happy Day-Kim
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
New Motorist Laws in Addis
Hi all,
I was talking with a friend after calling several times and they didn't pick up-laugh. Unusual... but I discovered why shortly later when they did finally pick up...
There are new motorist laws in Ethio- but in a culture where there are not enough police and yes- even I have paid off a cop instead of getting a traffic ticket- how will these laws be enforced????
It'll be very exciting to see how "quickly" this is accepted not only in the Capital- but in the other cities as well... or.. will the local police just have many more ways to line their pockets???
But.. there's no time like the present to start.... Cheers to Addis for starting to consider saving their citizens (and guests) lives!
(from Addis Fortune news: WHAT ARE THE RULES MOTORISTS IN ADDIS SHOULD OBSERVE? http://www.addisfortune.com/addisfortunenews.htm)
WHAT ARE THE RULES MOTORISTS IN ADDIS SHOULD OBSERVE?
WHAT ARE THE RULES MOTORISTS IN ADDIS SHOULD OBSERVE?
Drivers are not permitted to drive without fastening their seatbelts anywhere in Addis Abeba. So, get used to it.
The law on mobile phone usage is clear when it comes to using headsets and Bluetooth devices, drivers are not allowed to use their mobile phones while driving.
The unconscionable act of watching movies and television while driving is now forbidden.
If drivers and passengers are accustomed to buying or giving alms on the road or at traffic lights it is time to let go of that custom, as it is the driver who will pay the fine.
Life is fragile crossing over ring-road barriers and railings as has been evidenced. And now it is an offence to the law.
The lane lines are painted white to be observed and respected; if these are not obeyed the driver will be charged.
Driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs is beyond suicidal. It can also be homicidal, so think twice before doing so. It is obligatory.
Pedestrians who cross the road disregarding the zebra crossing will be fined for the act.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Cultural impact of Ethiopian vital statistics bill in a non-birthday Culture
In our culture age is such an important aspect of our lives we can hardly imagine not knowing when the actual date of our birth is. We celebrate the passing of birthdays with in our family similar to other national holidays. I find myself pondering the civil registration and vital statistics bill introduced to the floor by the Ministry of Capacity building and wonder-what the cultural impact on the nation would be.
We in a highly developed nation know that vital statistics would be fantastic for supplying aid and infrastructure planning-but this bill is being introduced in Addis where celebrating birthdays is widely accepted and a part of their more modernized lifestyle. What would the impact on the average rural Ethiopian be (remember-the majority of Ethiopian population is not in Addis)?
Would there be new offices built in the rural areas-would there be tax implications-would people feel more like "big brother is watching"...there are these fear factors for some, but mostly- I sit here with a grin on my face and simply consider the cultural pros and cons. (a pro for the adoption world- actual birth certificates).
I think of the farmer-with is 10 children- celebrating the births of his/her children-with a huge grin-The image I have is an older candle lit in the middle of a piece of injera or a false banana like kocho or enset (laugh) sitting in the middle of the table- and the family and neighbors singing their local dialect of Happy Birthday with big grins. I can't help but smile at this image-laugh. How would one feel when they know their actual age and then also know the life expectancy in the area they life in? How would being young and getting older change-after all you are now "measuring your life". How would the woman, who in most of Ethiopia, does not tell her age to anyone-now feel-about everyone on her marriage, death, and birthing knowing her actual age-laugh.
http://www.addisfortune.com/Bill%20to%20Require%20Documentation%20of%20Births,%20Marriages,%20More.htm
We in a highly developed nation know that vital statistics would be fantastic for supplying aid and infrastructure planning-but this bill is being introduced in Addis where celebrating birthdays is widely accepted and a part of their more modernized lifestyle. What would the impact on the average rural Ethiopian be (remember-the majority of Ethiopian population is not in Addis)?
Would there be new offices built in the rural areas-would there be tax implications-would people feel more like "big brother is watching"...there are these fear factors for some, but mostly- I sit here with a grin on my face and simply consider the cultural pros and cons. (a pro for the adoption world- actual birth certificates).
I think of the farmer-with is 10 children- celebrating the births of his/her children-with a huge grin-The image I have is an older candle lit in the middle of a piece of injera or a false banana like kocho or enset (laugh) sitting in the middle of the table- and the family and neighbors singing their local dialect of Happy Birthday with big grins. I can't help but smile at this image-laugh. How would one feel when they know their actual age and then also know the life expectancy in the area they life in? How would being young and getting older change-after all you are now "measuring your life". How would the woman, who in most of Ethiopia, does not tell her age to anyone-now feel-about everyone on her marriage, death, and birthing knowing her actual age-laugh.
http://www.addisfortune.com/Bill%20to%20Require%20Documentation%20of%20Births,%20Marriages,%20More.htm
Thursday, September 17, 2009
A great organization- a wonderful project- Fundraising Banquet
If you know anyone in the Seattle area- this is a wonderful organization hosting a Fundraising Banquet to fund a newly opened hospital in Ethiopia. Please pass this information on. http://www.bluenile.org/
Thursday, July 30, 2009
free sms to cell phone numbers in Ethiopia
Send free sms to cell phone numbers in Ethiopia
http://smsfree4all.com/free-sms-ethiopia.php
be careful to read the instructions- if the number is 0911- you only enter the last 1 and the next 6 digits...
There is no way for the person to respond.. but I found it interesting.. Laugh
http://smsfree4all.com/free-sms-ethiopia.php
be careful to read the instructions- if the number is 0911- you only enter the last 1 and the next 6 digits...
There is no way for the person to respond.. but I found it interesting.. Laugh
Monday, June 22, 2009
Rain Rain -please go to Ethiopia and stop following me.
Ethiopia is not getting the rain it needs and here it's been a gloomy summer so far. I am hopeful that we can all make wishes to send it their way. If there's one thing I hate it's rain-and well-Ethiopia needs it- so how nice would it be if we could just send it their way. After all-they must be getting tired of the electricty and water rotations.
It feels like the rain is following me. When I was in Ethiopia- it rained- when I came home- it rained here and stopped there. BUUZZZOOO ZENAB.. UGHGHG.
Perhaps If I go back to Ethiopia -the rain will follow me back??? Laugh.
Still waiting for our few weeks of summer to arrive.
It feels like the rain is following me. When I was in Ethiopia- it rained- when I came home- it rained here and stopped there. BUUZZZOOO ZENAB.. UGHGHG.
Perhaps If I go back to Ethiopia -the rain will follow me back??? Laugh.
Still waiting for our few weeks of summer to arrive.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sofomar, Mud and sleeping in a Village
While travelling this year in Ethiopia we visited the SofoMar Caves. We spent 3 days on gravel roads and when we finally arrives- we got our truck got stuck in the mud- and it took us all day to get it out.
To celebrate- we bought a goat- spent the night with the people from Sofo Mar and enjoyed a wonderful evening of exploring the caves- swimming and a night partying.
This is an amazing story that with newly caring for the kids- I just don't have the time to tell properly. But the kindness of Ethiopians and the amazing love they show one another is the constant I find when I travel in Ethiopia. Again- this is an example of people celebrating life- as they spent their day helping Eldana and I and our driver remove our car from the muddy ground- in the Sofo Mar caves. Sofo Mar is disputedly the largest limestone cave system in all of Africa- it's gorgeous and beautiful- almost as beautiful as the people who had unexpected visitors in their village.
(they cared for us as if we were family or honored guests-and although they have visitors that come to see the cave system- we were the first in a long time- to spend the night). We slept in a house and they slept outside with guns to protect us and the truck. Ethiopia is always interesting- and never boring-laugh.
To celebrate- we bought a goat- spent the night with the people from Sofo Mar and enjoyed a wonderful evening of exploring the caves- swimming and a night partying.
This is an amazing story that with newly caring for the kids- I just don't have the time to tell properly. But the kindness of Ethiopians and the amazing love they show one another is the constant I find when I travel in Ethiopia. Again- this is an example of people celebrating life- as they spent their day helping Eldana and I and our driver remove our car from the muddy ground- in the Sofo Mar caves. Sofo Mar is disputedly the largest limestone cave system in all of Africa- it's gorgeous and beautiful- almost as beautiful as the people who had unexpected visitors in their village.
(they cared for us as if we were family or honored guests-and although they have visitors that come to see the cave system- we were the first in a long time- to spend the night). We slept in a house and they slept outside with guns to protect us and the truck. Ethiopia is always interesting- and never boring-laugh.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
packing for this year's trip to Ethiopia -much different than last year
There's 24 days to go-
Big things to do:
nervous, I brought so much stuff with me last year- that I had to pay an extra 150.00 for the weight of my luggage (and mailed 2 large boxes ahead of time). Let's just say- I brought -EVERYTHING...Gifts, clothes, donations, medications, toiletries, toys, teaching stuff, books, light blankets, pillows, etc...
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Now that it's "real" or "more real" I'm getting nervous. Oh my! I'll let you all know when I receive my assignment. Now the realities sink in- squat toilets? Cold showers? fleas? parasites? boiling water?- It's all a lot to think about when you are use to our pampered daily lives. I have a feeling I'm really going to miss "squeezing the Charmin"! I can just hear the border patrol now!- Pardon me Mam- but are you planning on selling all of this toilet paper or do you believe we do not have it here? -laugh. At least it's not heavy..so I don't have to worry about the weight of my suitcase- ha ha. It reminds me of when our Exchange Student from China Unpacked. Some of the items she brought with her just made me giggle because she wasn't certain if we would have them or not. And of course, we did.)
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This year the planning is much different.
The rest of my packing list from last year - I really can get there or live with out for a few months.
Big things to do:
- childproof our home for children
- finish putting together the kids bedroom
- organize our crap and de-clutter our house
- get all of my household affairs set for what could be 1 month away from home or perhaps as many as 4-5.
nervous, I brought so much stuff with me last year- that I had to pay an extra 150.00 for the weight of my luggage (and mailed 2 large boxes ahead of time). Let's just say- I brought -EVERYTHING...Gifts, clothes, donations, medications, toiletries, toys, teaching stuff, books, light blankets, pillows, etc...
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(an excerpt from a post written last January:
Now that it's "real" or "more real" I'm getting nervous. Oh my! I'll let you all know when I receive my assignment. Now the realities sink in- squat toilets? Cold showers? fleas? parasites? boiling water?- It's all a lot to think about when you are use to our pampered daily lives. I have a feeling I'm really going to miss "squeezing the Charmin"! I can just hear the border patrol now!- Pardon me Mam- but are you planning on selling all of this toilet paper or do you believe we do not have it here? -laugh. At least it's not heavy..so I don't have to worry about the weight of my suitcase- ha ha. It reminds me of when our Exchange Student from China Unpacked. Some of the items she brought with her just made me giggle because she wasn't certain if we would have them or not. And of course, we did.)
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This year the planning is much different.
- Instead of worrying about medicine- I'm thinking about gifts.
- Instead of worrying about getting "giardia", I along with most of the world- I already have it and am living just fine with it. Your body gets use to it, and unless somebody wants to play in my poop (a friendship that I would really have to question) I really don't have to worry about it. laugh.
- Instead of concerning myself with leaving my home- I know everything will be fine.
- more confidence in my independent travel skills,
- a stronger more communicative marriage and confidence that Denis and Geneva will be fine,
- an understanding of the privileges granted by my birthplace passport.
The rest of my packing list from last year - I really can get there or live with out for a few months.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
34 Days to going back to the life of an Ethiopian volunteer
I'm so excited- in 34 days- I'll be back volunteering in Ethiopia. A moment I've been anticipating since I left last year. I can hardly wait so, here's a peak at what my day is like as a volunteer in the country.
There's something magical about waking up at 4:45 am to chanting coming from the speakers of the nearby mosque, then the Orthodox church singers join in with their daily prayers. I call these men "my serenader's", their melodic sounds follow you as you travel all over the country.
There's something even more magical about earplugs and your pillow over your head!! Mornings are a bit like a symphony - first the churches, then animal noises- a party of noises-including donkeys/chickens and dogs. The neighborhood awakens- with the smells of coal or propane stoves as your neighbors begin making breakfast or start talking or their children playing and don't forget traffic-with the sounds of horns, revving engines and compound doors opening and closing. Soon it's 6am and your alarm clock tells you -that the world awaits-so you get up- and "get ready for the day".
I eat breakfast before I run out the big green gate of the compound and immediately make a mess of my shoes and get dust or mud on my legs. Instantly, I feel a little tired-as I trek up a hill - feeling the effects of the dust, pollution and the city's altitude. At the top- I try to to hail a morning mini-bus. More often than not-give up and walking for a few miles. Where we run into other locals, as we walk, we enjoy the sunshine (or wish for it) and talk about the day ahead of us, current traffic congestion and the shortage of transportation or how late we are for work. I wonder sometimes why I even try to hail a mini-bus to Sidist kilo -it's so enjoyable to walk (when it's not raining).
At Sidist Kilo, I love-hopping on a mini-bus and often find other student's parents on it. As excited as I am to see them, watching the city at it's most chaotic period of day, out the window of the mini-bus, is intoxicating.
There's something hysterical about almost always being late for my morning class and walking into a classroom - in a wrinkled white labcoat and have the student's stand up to say "good morning wassaro (Mrs) Kimberly -How are you today? Then many ask-where is your woo haa (water)??". giggle.
There's something magical about ordering "un kewlal macchiato ya le sequir" (macchiato -dark with no sugar) at sport cafe to the delight of the waitress on my morning break- wondering how I survived the first two classes with out coffee! Every Tuesday-the local news is published in English and the gentleman saves me a copy- (grin).
There's something magical about a spicy lunch that ends with coffee and a piece of fruit, lunch is never alone- it's mostly spent with family and friends. After lunch a variety of things happen- I may meet with my language tutor, correct papers, have some tea and teach an afternoon class.
The evening starts at 3:15 with correcting papers, monitoring an after school study hour, planning the next day's lessons and then finally- teaching a night class with adults.
There's something magical- about ending the day visiting friends-since there is often no electricity- and then going home for a 9:00PM dinner.
There's something unusual about wanting to waking up and go to the gym to run in a circle with 100 other people around a small, sweat stinking auditorium that ends with a cold public shower before work.
There's an occasional AWESOME night where you can take a hot shower before bed-and then collapse at the end of what always feels like a long long day...
There's something different and unknown to you every day: a mis-communication,a schedule change, or a random holiday that makes you realize you really don't know whats going most of the time. It's at these times you miss home the most-but they are also the reasons, you to wake up with laughter to start over- exhausted- and excited about your weekly random "routine".
There's something peaceful about very social weekends- a moment on Entoto overlooking the city or a morning/evening at church- an afternoon with the family.
I can't wait to add in the blessing of meeting our children in this chaotic but wonderful schedule!! There's something magical about the birth country of our children that makes my heart sing....
In just 34 days, I will feel the familiar heartbreak of leaving our friends, our neighbors, our church and most of all- Denis. This time, not knowing exactly when I'll see them again, as we wait for the children's final court date, that legally makes us their parents- I find the leaving part is really bittersweet.
There's something magical about waking up at 4:45 am to chanting coming from the speakers of the nearby mosque, then the Orthodox church singers join in with their daily prayers. I call these men "my serenader's", their melodic sounds follow you as you travel all over the country.
There's something even more magical about earplugs and your pillow over your head!! Mornings are a bit like a symphony - first the churches, then animal noises- a party of noises-including donkeys/chickens and dogs. The neighborhood awakens- with the smells of coal or propane stoves as your neighbors begin making breakfast or start talking or their children playing and don't forget traffic-with the sounds of horns, revving engines and compound doors opening and closing. Soon it's 6am and your alarm clock tells you -that the world awaits-so you get up- and "get ready for the day".
I eat breakfast before I run out the big green gate of the compound and immediately make a mess of my shoes and get dust or mud on my legs. Instantly, I feel a little tired-as I trek up a hill - feeling the effects of the dust, pollution and the city's altitude. At the top- I try to to hail a morning mini-bus. More often than not-give up and walking for a few miles. Where we run into other locals, as we walk, we enjoy the sunshine (or wish for it) and talk about the day ahead of us, current traffic congestion and the shortage of transportation or how late we are for work. I wonder sometimes why I even try to hail a mini-bus to Sidist kilo -it's so enjoyable to walk (when it's not raining).
At Sidist Kilo, I love-hopping on a mini-bus and often find other student's parents on it. As excited as I am to see them, watching the city at it's most chaotic period of day, out the window of the mini-bus, is intoxicating.
There's something hysterical about almost always being late for my morning class and walking into a classroom - in a wrinkled white labcoat and have the student's stand up to say "good morning wassaro (Mrs) Kimberly -How are you today? Then many ask-where is your woo haa (water)??". giggle.
There's something magical about ordering "un kewlal macchiato ya le sequir" (macchiato -dark with no sugar) at sport cafe to the delight of the waitress on my morning break- wondering how I survived the first two classes with out coffee! Every Tuesday-the local news is published in English and the gentleman saves me a copy- (grin).
There's something magical about a spicy lunch that ends with coffee and a piece of fruit, lunch is never alone- it's mostly spent with family and friends. After lunch a variety of things happen- I may meet with my language tutor, correct papers, have some tea and teach an afternoon class.
The evening starts at 3:15 with correcting papers, monitoring an after school study hour, planning the next day's lessons and then finally- teaching a night class with adults.
There's something magical- about ending the day visiting friends-since there is often no electricity- and then going home for a 9:00PM dinner.
There's something unusual about wanting to waking up and go to the gym to run in a circle with 100 other people around a small, sweat stinking auditorium that ends with a cold public shower before work.
There's an occasional AWESOME night where you can take a hot shower before bed-and then collapse at the end of what always feels like a long long day...
There's something different and unknown to you every day: a mis-communication,a schedule change, or a random holiday that makes you realize you really don't know whats going most of the time. It's at these times you miss home the most-but they are also the reasons, you to wake up with laughter to start over- exhausted- and excited about your weekly random "routine".
There's something peaceful about very social weekends- a moment on Entoto overlooking the city or a morning/evening at church- an afternoon with the family.
I can't wait to add in the blessing of meeting our children in this chaotic but wonderful schedule!! There's something magical about the birth country of our children that makes my heart sing....
In just 34 days, I will feel the familiar heartbreak of leaving our friends, our neighbors, our church and most of all- Denis. This time, not knowing exactly when I'll see them again, as we wait for the children's final court date, that legally makes us their parents- I find the leaving part is really bittersweet.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Just some pictures of my trip to Wenchi Crater (not part of the trip to the north)
Shopping at the market
carrying water home
Children playing by the water- curious about my presence
Beautiful young girl - watching over her siblings
Traditional country home in Central-West Ethiopia
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Elevation of Addis- It's no wonder Ethiopians Can run!
From its lowest point, around Bole International Airport, at 2,326 metres (7,630 ft) above sea level in the southern periphery, the city rises to over 3,000 metres (9,800 ft) in the Entoto Mountains to the north.
USA Elevations
USA Elevations
- Mount McKinley, Alaska (20,320 feet; 6,194 meters) — highest point in all of US territory
- Mount Whitney, California (14,505 feet; 4,421 meters) — highest point in the 48 contiguous states
- Winter Park, Colorado (12,060 feet; 3,676 meters) — highest town in all of US territory. (Note: There is no development in Winter Park above the level of Alma, Colorado; Alma also lays claim to this title.)
- Alma, Colorado (10,355 feet; 3,156 meters) — highest town with permanent residents above 10,000 ft.[1]
- Leadville, Colorado (10,152 feet; 3,094 meters) — highest city in all of US territory
Thursday, October 23, 2008
48 hours in Addis
I just read this article from Reuters and thought I'd write my own- Here's what I suggest you do with just 48 hours in Addis.
http://www.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUSTRE49G3H020081017?pageNumber=2&virtualBrandChannel=0
If I had the chance here's how I'd spend it- (excuse the spelling errors)
10pm you arrive off the flight- you should go to the Milkhouse and see the city at night.
the next morning- get up eat breakfast -be sure to have a macchiato0 and early in the am go to a church- Bole MarieKadet (sp) would be a great one as it's the largest (although you should ask the receptionist at your hotel if it's a saints day of the month- I suggest you go to a church with the saints name instead)- After you walk around the church if it's lunch time- head to Ishi-Bunne's in that area- otherwise-go to AhMist Kilo- get a fruit drink at a fruit drink store and then visit the national museum - walk across the street if you haven't had lunch yet-eat at the Pizza restaurant across the street- or go to Lucy's and have a traditional meal (or Blue top but you'll find mostly other foreigners there) .
After the museum and or lunch- head to your hotel and take a rest it'll be hot and the middle of the afternoon. Be prepared for a long evening. If you are adventurous-and not with children- head to Aramedia's or another local Chat house (ask around on Bole-lot's of people speak english there).
Head out to the Cultural House around 7pm to see Dancing and have some traditional food -and enjoy trying the local beverage of honey wine. Then head to Cashances around 11:30-and watch some traditional music played at any of the local houses- you will have to stick your head in a few to see which you like-laugh. Have a st. George's beer in Cashanches.
Go back to your hotel for the evening and you've just finished your first day in Addis.
Day 2 -
Get up, eat breakfast at your hotel and head to Entoto first thing in the morning- see a beautiful view of the city and enjoy a quick tour of the church's museum. Don't forget to visit the houses in the back where the King once lived.
Have a snack and a coffee at one of the local coffee shops at the bottom of the hill from Shiro Meda on your way from Entoto. If coffee's not your thing- Tea is also great- and Coca Cola or Miranda is very popular if there no electricity.
Then go to ShiroMeda for a couple of hours and do a little bit of local shopping.
Later in the day-head to the Melenik Museum in Sidist Kilo and enjoy walking through the famous gate of Addis Ababa University enterance. If another museum is not your thing- then Head from Sidist Kilo to your hotel to drop off the items you bought while shopping or head to the Mercato and continue shopping.
Your day is almost over - now take a taxi to Top of the Hill and have dinner there.
If you have additional time- people watch from Kaldi's cafe at Friendship on Bole. It's not far from the airport and its a hub for activity. Have an ice cream and enjoy the view (noise) for a bit.
If you have additional days- pop upstairs to StoneAge tours and see my friend Mekonnen. He'd be happy to help you arrange a day trip (or more) out of the city.
other options-
Take a mini-bus to Amist Kilo and eat at the restaurant next to the photo shop that serves a great fried fish or take a contract taxi to Romaini's -their food is great.
If you would rather-Go to Piazza and have a long cup of coffee at the top of the building on the corner across the street from the electric company and Ethiopian Airlines office. Go in and confirm your flight with the ethiopian airlines office (if it's the next day). If you want to buy jewlery- the Piazza is the right place. Pick a store-there are many-but shop around and bring somebody local with you.
If you've enjoyed shopping -head to the Mercatto. If it's not your thing- people watch.
http://www.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUSTRE49G3H020081017?pageNumber=2&virtualBrandChannel=0
If I had the chance here's how I'd spend it- (excuse the spelling errors)
10pm you arrive off the flight- you should go to the Milkhouse and see the city at night.
the next morning- get up eat breakfast -be sure to have a macchiato0 and early in the am go to a church- Bole MarieKadet (sp) would be a great one as it's the largest (although you should ask the receptionist at your hotel if it's a saints day of the month- I suggest you go to a church with the saints name instead)- After you walk around the church if it's lunch time- head to Ishi-Bunne's in that area- otherwise-go to AhMist Kilo- get a fruit drink at a fruit drink store and then visit the national museum - walk across the street if you haven't had lunch yet-eat at the Pizza restaurant across the street- or go to Lucy's and have a traditional meal (or Blue top but you'll find mostly other foreigners there) .
After the museum and or lunch- head to your hotel and take a rest it'll be hot and the middle of the afternoon. Be prepared for a long evening. If you are adventurous-and not with children- head to Aramedia's or another local Chat house (ask around on Bole-lot's of people speak english there).
Head out to the Cultural House around 7pm to see Dancing and have some traditional food -and enjoy trying the local beverage of honey wine. Then head to Cashances around 11:30-and watch some traditional music played at any of the local houses- you will have to stick your head in a few to see which you like-laugh. Have a st. George's beer in Cashanches.
Go back to your hotel for the evening and you've just finished your first day in Addis.
Day 2 -
Get up, eat breakfast at your hotel and head to Entoto first thing in the morning- see a beautiful view of the city and enjoy a quick tour of the church's museum. Don't forget to visit the houses in the back where the King once lived.
Have a snack and a coffee at one of the local coffee shops at the bottom of the hill from Shiro Meda on your way from Entoto. If coffee's not your thing- Tea is also great- and Coca Cola or Miranda is very popular if there no electricity.
Then go to ShiroMeda for a couple of hours and do a little bit of local shopping.
Later in the day-head to the Melenik Museum in Sidist Kilo and enjoy walking through the famous gate of Addis Ababa University enterance. If another museum is not your thing- then Head from Sidist Kilo to your hotel to drop off the items you bought while shopping or head to the Mercato and continue shopping.
Your day is almost over - now take a taxi to Top of the Hill and have dinner there.
If you have additional time- people watch from Kaldi's cafe at Friendship on Bole. It's not far from the airport and its a hub for activity. Have an ice cream and enjoy the view (noise) for a bit.
If you have additional days- pop upstairs to StoneAge tours and see my friend Mekonnen. He'd be happy to help you arrange a day trip (or more) out of the city.
other options-
Take a mini-bus to Amist Kilo and eat at the restaurant next to the photo shop that serves a great fried fish or take a contract taxi to Romaini's -their food is great.
If you would rather-Go to Piazza and have a long cup of coffee at the top of the building on the corner across the street from the electric company and Ethiopian Airlines office. Go in and confirm your flight with the ethiopian airlines office (if it's the next day). If you want to buy jewlery- the Piazza is the right place. Pick a store-there are many-but shop around and bring somebody local with you.
If you've enjoyed shopping -head to the Mercatto. If it's not your thing- people watch.
Imagine how this burden would impact your daily life.
Put on your imaginary hat:
Today you are living in a place where you have to drive from location to location around a crowded city (a very large city) to find a gas station that has gas. You get in this very long line- say for an hour or so behind taxis, buses, delivery men and ordinary "Joe the plumber" and when you get to the pump they tell you that you can only put 20.00 in your gas tank- that is equal to about 1/4 of a tank of gas. Imagine that you use Gas in your car and Kerosene to cook with. Do you have to choose? If so, which do you choose?
Now in our imaginary little world you only get paid when you are "working" not hourly. Let's just ponder how much the price of products and this added wait affects everything in your life....
Welcome to a day in the life as a resident in Addis this morning, my friends.
Today you are living in a place where you have to drive from location to location around a crowded city (a very large city) to find a gas station that has gas. You get in this very long line- say for an hour or so behind taxis, buses, delivery men and ordinary "Joe the plumber" and when you get to the pump they tell you that you can only put 20.00 in your gas tank- that is equal to about 1/4 of a tank of gas. Imagine that you use Gas in your car and Kerosene to cook with. Do you have to choose? If so, which do you choose?
Now in our imaginary little world you only get paid when you are "working" not hourly. Let's just ponder how much the price of products and this added wait affects everything in your life....
Welcome to a day in the life as a resident in Addis this morning, my friends.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
A simple twist of fate
Natnael is a 3rd grade boy that I had the privilege of meeting while teaching in Ethiopia. His mother and father have both passed way and he lives with his grandmother, his brother and a couple of other cousins. Natnael's family is experiencing serious financial difficulties that includes food shortages- his ability to stay in school was in jeopardy. While I was there I asked Denis to consider having us sponsor his education- he gladly said yes.
We then had the school call his grandmother and ask her to come to the school -but learned that she was already coming that morning because Natnael was in disciplinary trouble that previous day (laugh- a boy hit him and he hit him back).
We were called into the office when she arrived. The grandmother was very nervous- first the school talked with her about Natnael's disciplinary issues and she apologized profusely for her grandsons bad behaviour. You could see clearly in her body language that she was very upset with her grandson and greatly discouraged by this news. (At school -when a student is disciplined the parent is required to come in the next day- the students hate this).
After the school addressed his disciplinary issue-we told her that Denis and I had decided to sponsor her grandson's education provided he could keep in good behaviour and study hard.
Natnael's grandmother practically fell to her knees. We hugged, laughed and smiled greatly with her joy and helped her take a set. Between her sobbing-she repeatedly said "god bless us, god bless the school, god bless her grandson along with a million thank yous and blessings that I could barely understand with my limited Amharic". It was the most amazing moment. This woman came into a room with her shoulders down apologizing incredibly for her grandson- and left in tears of joy-standing straight. Her hugs were powerful and you could immediately sense that she was a woman of amazing strength and ability. You instantly admired this old woman-and as another woman-I understood with out words that her burden has been great.
She invited my husband, myself and a translator to her home for tea. We walked on a rainy afternoon down a dirt and rocky footpath past many homes- saying hello to his neighbors asking where their residence is. We passed a shared public toilet along the way and entered a small home with little or no electricity (perhaps the lights were out that day - one can never be sure).
We took a seat in the sparse but adequately furnished home and learned about Natnael. His father was a soldier like his Grandfather and both perished fighting for his country. Photo's of these two very handsome uniformed men were predominately displayed along side two other photos, one a man and another a woman. Natnael's mother later became very sick and passed away- along with his aunt (his grandmother's daughter) and his uncle (his grandmother's son).
I was teary eyed and speechless upon learning that his grandmother had lost all 3 of her children, she was now responsible for raising her grandchildren. The pictures of these smiling faces are hanging above where we were sitting and as she tells us the tragedies that her family has seen - she looks up and smiles at her children's photos. She goes on to explain the worries she has about her age, about how well the children were doing in their schooling, about keeping them in school with the cost of feeding them and the sparse ability they had as a family to make money given that all of the children were under 16. They did not have any servants and the grandmother made a very nice cup of tea for us.
Later in the visit we talked about how Natnael was in his schooling and we presented him with some school supplies and asked him personally if we could sponsor him. Asking if he would work hard and make us proud- telling him that of 800 children we were very happy to have selected him and that he should be proud. His grandmother was so very happy-she kept crying and blessing us over and over.
It was a delightful moment in time. To be able to witness one good woman's burden to be lifted slightly. To watch her light up as her grandson was offered this great opportunity. To share in the tradition of a simple cup of tea with another person- and a simple visit that has the opportunity to have such an impact for this family that has already experienced so much.
Life has this amazing way of throwing "simple twists of fate into our lives". A simple moment in time- a simple gesture leads to possibly- a whole new future for a young man and his family. Isn't it remarkable that this woman and I found each other. She being a strong woman who needed a break and I having the need after spending time in Ethiopia, to help somebody.
We then had the school call his grandmother and ask her to come to the school -but learned that she was already coming that morning because Natnael was in disciplinary trouble that previous day (laugh- a boy hit him and he hit him back).
We were called into the office when she arrived. The grandmother was very nervous- first the school talked with her about Natnael's disciplinary issues and she apologized profusely for her grandsons bad behaviour. You could see clearly in her body language that she was very upset with her grandson and greatly discouraged by this news. (At school -when a student is disciplined the parent is required to come in the next day- the students hate this).
After the school addressed his disciplinary issue-we told her that Denis and I had decided to sponsor her grandson's education provided he could keep in good behaviour and study hard.
Natnael's grandmother practically fell to her knees. We hugged, laughed and smiled greatly with her joy and helped her take a set. Between her sobbing-she repeatedly said "god bless us, god bless the school, god bless her grandson along with a million thank yous and blessings that I could barely understand with my limited Amharic". It was the most amazing moment. This woman came into a room with her shoulders down apologizing incredibly for her grandson- and left in tears of joy-standing straight. Her hugs were powerful and you could immediately sense that she was a woman of amazing strength and ability. You instantly admired this old woman-and as another woman-I understood with out words that her burden has been great.
She invited my husband, myself and a translator to her home for tea. We walked on a rainy afternoon down a dirt and rocky footpath past many homes- saying hello to his neighbors asking where their residence is. We passed a shared public toilet along the way and entered a small home with little or no electricity (perhaps the lights were out that day - one can never be sure).
We took a seat in the sparse but adequately furnished home and learned about Natnael. His father was a soldier like his Grandfather and both perished fighting for his country. Photo's of these two very handsome uniformed men were predominately displayed along side two other photos, one a man and another a woman. Natnael's mother later became very sick and passed away- along with his aunt (his grandmother's daughter) and his uncle (his grandmother's son).
I was teary eyed and speechless upon learning that his grandmother had lost all 3 of her children, she was now responsible for raising her grandchildren. The pictures of these smiling faces are hanging above where we were sitting and as she tells us the tragedies that her family has seen - she looks up and smiles at her children's photos. She goes on to explain the worries she has about her age, about how well the children were doing in their schooling, about keeping them in school with the cost of feeding them and the sparse ability they had as a family to make money given that all of the children were under 16. They did not have any servants and the grandmother made a very nice cup of tea for us.
Later in the visit we talked about how Natnael was in his schooling and we presented him with some school supplies and asked him personally if we could sponsor him. Asking if he would work hard and make us proud- telling him that of 800 children we were very happy to have selected him and that he should be proud. His grandmother was so very happy-she kept crying and blessing us over and over.
It was a delightful moment in time. To be able to witness one good woman's burden to be lifted slightly. To watch her light up as her grandson was offered this great opportunity. To share in the tradition of a simple cup of tea with another person- and a simple visit that has the opportunity to have such an impact for this family that has already experienced so much.
Life has this amazing way of throwing "simple twists of fate into our lives". A simple moment in time- a simple gesture leads to possibly- a whole new future for a young man and his family. Isn't it remarkable that this woman and I found each other. She being a strong woman who needed a break and I having the need after spending time in Ethiopia, to help somebody.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
"I realize now that my approach was wrong, to search for "love" in another's song".
Evening All,
For years-I walked around with an empty spot in my life - nothing I did seemed to fill it. I took yoga, gave to the cause of the month-year, volunteered, joined my church- but that hole just seemed larger and larger as I aged. my DH once said to me - "I realize now that my approach was wrong, to search for "love" in another's song" and he was so right...
Ethiopia makes my heart sing. The children's laughter was music to my ears, their difficulties feed my need to find ways to try to make a difference on this "it's a small world", the love that I received as being a part of that culture-slowly over months seemed to have filled that hole in my heart. Ethiopia touched my soul, my heart and with months of exposure now is part of my daily thoughts and prayers. I can't thank the world enough for "my path" bringing the country into my life, or the family I stayed with for accepting me "as I am" and introducing me and inviting me into their life there. From that exhausting evening - March 13th-now-My world is truly a different place both physically and spiritually. And that hole- it's filling up.... all I had to do was find the right approach and search for "love" in my own song- my own way.
Of course, all life experiences come with their challenges. And currently my challenge is to continue to embrace this meaningful life change in our materialistically driving world while still enjoying those items with out guilt that we've achieved in our life. Balance- is the true challenge here for me-laugh.
May you all skip along the path to finding "your own song- and your own way".
This video touched me this evening and I just had to share it.
For years-I walked around with an empty spot in my life - nothing I did seemed to fill it. I took yoga, gave to the cause of the month-year, volunteered, joined my church- but that hole just seemed larger and larger as I aged. my DH once said to me - "I realize now that my approach was wrong, to search for "love" in another's song" and he was so right...
Ethiopia makes my heart sing. The children's laughter was music to my ears, their difficulties feed my need to find ways to try to make a difference on this "it's a small world", the love that I received as being a part of that culture-slowly over months seemed to have filled that hole in my heart. Ethiopia touched my soul, my heart and with months of exposure now is part of my daily thoughts and prayers. I can't thank the world enough for "my path" bringing the country into my life, or the family I stayed with for accepting me "as I am" and introducing me and inviting me into their life there. From that exhausting evening - March 13th-now-My world is truly a different place both physically and spiritually. And that hole- it's filling up.... all I had to do was find the right approach and search for "love" in my own song- my own way.
Of course, all life experiences come with their challenges. And currently my challenge is to continue to embrace this meaningful life change in our materialistically driving world while still enjoying those items with out guilt that we've achieved in our life. Balance- is the true challenge here for me-laugh.
May you all skip along the path to finding "your own song- and your own way".
This video touched me this evening and I just had to share it.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Would you like to Volunteer as a Teacher in Ethiopia?
Getting ready to play soccer (football). It's the female teachers against the 8th graders.
Yes, that's me-but don't get any ideas- I had no idea what I was doing out there.
Teachers- and the upper school line up.
I heard from my "sister" Eldana in Ethiopia. The school her family owns just opened up the first floor of the school they are building and have an additional 21 students in 9th grade. They are so excited but overwhelmed.
They just received the results from the 8th graders national exam and almost all of the students passed in the 80-90 percentile. The lowest grade received by any taking the exam was a 69!!! I'm so proud of them and the students after reading that email I had to share it with all that would read. Go LemLem- they work so very very hard and it really shows!!
Hayel is proud to say that we have received sponsorship for one more student- prior to the paperwork being completed.. I can't wait to be able to watch our company grow! One more kid will stay in school- thank you thank you thank you. It's so exciting to be a part of something that really means change and a future to another child.
If you know anyone that would like to volunteer at a school in Ethiopia and teach- for a month or so- they need volunteers -currently it's difficult to keep teachers for what the school can afford to pay. The family is wonderful - the school is energized and I can put you in touch with Eldana and her mom. As a volunteer you pay for your trip and when you get to the school they board you and feed you in exchange for your work-they'd also get you at the airport I'm sure of it. You would need spending money. I can also put you in touch with somebody to help you travel if you'd like to do that as well at the end of your trip. Just email me at kbrus2@yahoo.com if you are interested.
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