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Stirred Souls
When I stand in front of my classroom, I seethirty-one pairs of hungry eyes looking to me.They come to class with a yearning mind and soul,wondering if they can really be made whole.Their stories are beyond my understanding of pain;yet, they don’t show sorrow; they know to play the game.Sometimes they don’t listen to what
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The Bigger Picture
It’s not about me. This phrase is much easier to say than to actually put into practice. I had a good lesson in humility this week. For some reason, I had a particularly difficult time keeping my students’ attention in the classroom. They were a little more noisy and disrespectful than usual, and yesterday I
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Just a Girl
A poem I wrote the other day about Tenele… With a hat tilted sideways,She struts the streets of Manzini,A see-through white topBarley meets the top of her jeans,Exposing her butterfly belt buckle. Men call to her;Women stare at her;The wrong people know her. She has few friends, too many “lovers.”She lies about them to cover
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You Know You’re in Swazi When…
These are a few funny things to give you a better picture of my life in Swazi… 🙂 Being called “fat” is a compliment. Your nickname becomes “Blue Eyes” because blue eyes are so rare. “Ngisha dile” (I am married) becomes a regular part of speech so guys will stop proposing. A wild cat in
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Enjabulweni School
When people ask me how school/teaching is going, I sometimes don’t know what to say…I find myself at with a lack for words, not because there’s nothing to tell but because there is so much to say. It is a challenge, but one I enjoy immensely. It has been very, very difficult to go from
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