Working in Africa for such a long time tends to make you used to the routine of things. With all of the things that tie us down on a daily basis, it’s easy to lose track of the good you actually help bring about. That’s how I was feeling until I recently took notice of the small miracles in our midst. For instance, take Jack Sinoxolo (and yes you do have to make a clicking sound when you pronounce the x)! Dozens of students try to enter the Learning Center each year, and since we can only choose a few, we have to weigh our decisions carefully and choose those whom we feel will make the most of the opportunity. Last year, Jack was one of those students. However, after the first few days, we weren’t sure if Jack was going to make it through the program. He always seemed sincere, but not exactly what you would consider the sharpest blade in the drawer. That was last year. |
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Recently, I was invited to an "imbeleko," a traditional Xhosa ceremony honoring the birth of a child (only in this instance the child was 17 years old). This was indeed a rare experience for me. While I would like to say that the most unique aspect of the event was tasting the meat of a slaughtered goat that was skinned and cut up before my eyes, something else from that day has been lingering in my mind. |
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