The sun is shining with puffy white clouds in a beautiful blue sky. Rev. Spiro and his guests left at 9 a.m. and a gentle quiet fell over the grounds and our guest house. Nancy off to R/1 and her little darlings. Anita off to pre-school and her wee ones. Kathy off to Upper Mdumbi and her teenagers, and Tai off to build the final five enclosures – which leaves Judy bent over her sewing of skirts and the often temperamental sewing machine. Upon Tai’s return, covered with dirt, she bathed and started her “report” writing while listening to music – a lovely way to work.
One by one the “Teachas” returned, we ate lunch and Kathy and Judy went for an hour walk through the village in the bright sunshine, Kathy snapping pictures along the way. One particularly fun shot of a horse taking a siesta on his owner’s covered porch – I think it was the only shady spot – I’d call that good “horse sense”. Next Kathy spots a sign in a wooded area which read “Voting Station” – only a house nearby as far as we could see. The rolling hills so beautiful – difficult, if not impossible, to truly appreciate from a snapshot – however the picture will bring back the memory of such picturesque countryside.
At 1:30, two ladies from the village came to show us how to do beading. Some of us had fun with it and some chose to observe. After a bit, 3 more ladies joined the first 2 and it was an old fashioned sewing circle, listening to Xhosa being spoken a mile a minute and watching the ladies laugh with each other while a few of us struggled with needles, thread and beads. The ladies stayed as long as they could until Olga finally suggested it was time for them to go home. While the ladies giggled outside we began the task of filling bags to hand out at tomorrow’s farewell party – 100 gift bags for the various ages.
Lovely dinner, back to practice our goodbye song and a lively game of UNO.
All is well – we will miss our daily interactions and camaraderie – It’s been a wonderful experience for us all.
Message of the Day: Poverty is an economic state, not an emotional state.
By Judy
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