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The long good-bye

The night before I flew back from South Africa, my colleagues organized a really nice farewell party for me – an evening spent at a restaurant/bar down in Soweto with all of my colleagues and several other people I came to know over the course of the year. During an awkward hour, every single person there got up and said a good-bye to me. During an even more awkward 10 minutes, I got up and thanked them and said goodbye to them. It’s not easy to say goodbye to people you are likely to never see again…but if I’ve learned nothing this year, I’ve learned that people you care about, and people who have made a difference in your life, are with you all the time, even when they are not physically present.

With Fiks

I might not miss car-guards, but I will miss my co-workers.

2010 Year-In-Review

My friends from undergrad always write a Year-in-Review at the end of every year. It’s a way for us to all reflect about what’s happened over the past year and to use those reflections to lead us into improvements for the following year. Not necessarily resolutions like “eat less carbs” but things to help us enjoy life more fully.

So, here is my 2010 Year-In-Review:

biggest accomplishment: learning to appreciate myself

biggest failure: did not use free time to learn another language, experiment in cooking, or read! Sigh.

biggest good change: cut back significantly on worrying about everything all. the. time. allowing myself to live in the moment.

biggest bad change: keeping in touch with peeps (this blog only served as a way for me communicate less on an individual level with people I care about)

other notable changes and accomplishments: began volunteering for things I really care about (youth health education), rediscovered how much i love my siblings, created a life in a far off place, experienced a World Cup, became a good host to guests, discovered that I don’t hate running (!), allowed myself to learn to say “no”, allowed myself to learn to say “yes”, achieved a better work/life balance, began to truly believe that those i love are always with me even when they are very far away, was a good friend to my best friend, got my first sister-in-law (!), kissed a hippo, laughed a lot, played with a lion cub,  swam in the Zambezi River, saw lots of wild cats, slept under the stars, camped during a thunderstorm and only got scared once, opened my heart.

places i went:

South Africa (johannesburg, pretoria, cape town, kruger national park, durban, east london, port elizabeth, rustenberg, bloemfontein, ETC.)
dar es salaam
arusha
serengheti national park
tangire national park
ngorogoro crater national park
zanzibar
usambara mountains
victoria falls
livingstone, zambia
baltimore
boston
maine
dc
frankfurt


A farewell to Shiraaaaa

As my time in South Africa is coming to an end, I can’t help but think of all of those people who made my time spent here so special. For those of you who read this site regularly (so there are about 4 of you, right?), you all know Shira, who was another volunteer for the same U.S. organization.

Placed up by Kruger, her experience in South Africa was a bit different than mine, but given the fact that I saw her at least once a month, many of our experiences here are shared! Shira left South Africa before I did, so Andrea and I took her to the airport for one last hurrah before she left for the States.

So here’s to Shira, who made life here in South Africa infinitely more fun, funny and bearable.

Top Ten Memories of Shira (in no particular order):

  1. Our first weekend of hanging out – consisted of going to see Freshly Ground with John and Janna, a flat tire, dancing sookie at an Afrikaans bar, staying out ’til 3am and sleeping on cushions.
  2. World Cup – leg injuries and black eyes. Seriously, I can’t help but get injured with her around.
  3. Marathon email exchanges about any and every single thing
  4. Boot camp
  5. Our “don’t say anything but…” plans
  6. Week-long visits to Jozi
  7. IGYN discussions
  8. Weekend jaunts (Kruger, Cape Town, the Garden Route, etc.)
  9. The long goodbye
  10. Shiraaaaaa vs. Katieeeeeee

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  1. World Cup – leg injuries and black eyes. Seriously, I can’t help but get injured with her around.

World AIDS Day: Staying sober amidst promising strides

There is a lot to be thankful for this year in terms of the AIDS epidemic, specifically the recent strides made in HIV prevention research. The CAPRISA 004 trial results and the recent results from the iPrEx PrEP effectiveness trial (which showed that once-daily Truvada reduced risk of HIV infection in gay men, transgender women and other men who have sex with men by an average of 43.8%) are something to be celebrated!

Unfortunately, despite these landmarks, UNAIDS reports that an estimated number of children living with HIV or AIDS in 11 Asian countries has increased by 46 percent between 2001 and 2009; that for every one person starting HIV treatment, there are two new HIV infections; that new HIV infection rates have increased by 25% in countries in Eastern Europe and Central Asia; and, that the global economic struggle has resulted in a massive decline in international funding for AIDS programs.

Sigh.

But – everyone likes a challenge, right?

What’s next?

Giving Thanks

Bagourke 2010!!

Since I am not in a good Thanksgiving mood, I decided to write a list of things I was thankful for to pull myself out of this spiral I’m in right now.

There are so many things to be thankful for – so here’s just a few of those things that make me happy:

Mom, Tim, Geoff, Michael, Mabu, remembering Dad, friends, my expanding family, my education, cookies, underarmor, speaking French, long slow runs when the sun is rising (or setting), afternoon naps, full moons, not throwing “like a girl”, midnight swims, long phone calls from old friends, trees rustling in the wind, laugh out loud emails, road trips, dancing around the house when i’m all by myself, dogs, stars in the African sky, dinner parties, playing wiffle ball in the backyard, holding hands, nail polish, musicals, big hair, books, sunscreen, hugs from people who really know how to give them, daisies, my past, a future full of adventure.

Bangs and a fanny pack? Good lord.


Banyana Banyana Comes Up Short

When I get older, I will be stronger...

Over the course of two weeks, South Africa hosted the 2010 African Women’s Football Championship, where sixteen matches were played and 58 goals (3.63 per match) were scored. This tournament was especially important as it influenced with teams would qualify for the 2011 FIFA Women’s World Cup to be held in Germany. For South Africa, it was do or die. In order to advance to the World Cup, they had to win this tournament. A loss? No chance for the World Cup.

Prior to the semi-final match between South Africa and Equatorial Guinea, a team of Show Me Your Number ambassadors, including myself, engaged with game-goers about safe sex. Handing out material is always an interesting experience. Unlike Americans, who do pretty much anything to avoid handouts on the street, South Africans take everything with pleasure – and come back for more.

Banyana Banyana warming up

Condoms tend to be a little bit more difficult to get rid of. People tend to be shy about taking them – well, the women anyway. The men, they’d take 50 if they could. In the end we handed out over 1000 condoms in under 20 minutes.

Once we ran out of materials, we went to watch the game, where South Africa dominated in the first half (without being able to score a goal) and fell apart in the second half, even accidentally scoring on themselves within the last few minutes of the game. It was pretty disappointing, especially since we are friendly with the captain of the team (who scored the accidental goal)

In the end it was Nigeria that beat out Equatorial Guinea for the title.

Vuvuzelas making an appearance

Unfortunately, the reason I’m not posting is not due to my hectic schedule

So during my skype date with my Mom last week (did I tell you guys I taught her how to use skype during an awesomely hilarious afternoon where I was upstairs in the house and she was downstairs and we practiced calling each other??), my Mom suggested that while I didn’t have anything to write about that maybe I could write about my work.

But the work I’m doing right now isn’t very interesting – I’m putting together some monitoring & evaluation tools for my organization. I’m also working on our next newsletter. And developing a database. And writing HR policies. Bleh. We have a bunch of community engagements coming up the next few weeks, but honestly, we’re having a bit of a lull over here. On top of that, we’re currently moving our office, so I’ve been told to work from home all week. This limits my interaction with people to my friend, Nick, who works at the movie store across the street and the people who blatantly stare at me while I’m running through my neighborhood in the afternoon. I have no idea why they stare at me – I’d like to think it’s due to the fact that I am incredibly stunning, but ummm…I’m not one of those pretty runners. I get red-faced and sweaty after about 5 minutes regardless of what shape I’m in, not to mention the halo of frizz that appears as soon as I step outside. Anyway…

It’s getting a little…lonely over here.

In the meantime, I’m spending a lot of time watching inspirational movies, to get myself in the right state of mind to apply for jobs. Like Bring it On! And Legally Blond. And every few days, I have a glass of Coke, which I never do. Since I don’t drink caffeine, a glass of Coke can work wonders on someone like me – sending  me into a job searching rage where I am incredibly focused and effective. I’m considering trying out caffeine in the am to see if it has a similar effect on my work outputs, especially given this “work at home” thing.

Until next time…

I know what I’ll be doing January 7th, do you?

Instead of flying back the States today, as was originally planned, I’ll be staying in South Africa for an additional three months to continue work on the Show Me Your Number HIV Prevention Project.

Inside the halls of Soccer City in Johannesburg at the World Cup final

See you all on January 7th, when I return to the States. Well, actually, I’m assuming I’ll likely just be seeing my Mom that day, which is fine by me because I’ll get lots of HUGS and probably get to eat COOKIES!!!!

Saturday Morning Haven

Dance class with Vera!

After a few weeks of sitting in the office every day, writing proposals, going to meetings, and running trainings, we finally got out of the office and into the community on 11 September. In partnership with the ANC Youth League Mzala Branch, SMYN participated in a day of volunteerism at Nkosi’s Haven in Johannesburg.

Nkosi’s Haven is an NGO offering holistic care and support for HIV/AIDS infected mothers, her children, and AIDS orphans (not necessarily infected, but certainly affected).

Nkosi’s Haven is named after Nkosi Johnson, who was born HIV-positive in 1989 and was subsequently separated from his mother when she was no longer able to care for him. He was adopted by Gail Johnson, and first came to public attention when his primary school refused to accept him as a pupil due to his HIV-positive status. It was this incident that catapulted Nkosi into the limelight as it caused action at the highest political level. The South African Constitution forbids discrimination on the grounds of medical status, and the school later reversed its decision, paving the way for HIV positive children around South Africa to attend school. Together with Gail, Nkosi began to actively fight against stigma and discrimination, and was ultimately a keynote speaker at the 13th International AIDS Conference, where he encouraged people with HIV/AIDS to be open about the disease, to seek equal treatment, and to support the introduction of the mother-to-child transmission prevention program (PMTCT).

He died on International Children’s Day, June 1, 2001, at the age of 12.

For Nkosi, it was important for children to be able to stay with their mothers, and with Gail, he opened Nkosi’s Haven, a place where HIV/AIDS infected mothers and children could live freely together, receive care, pursue education, and build their capacity through various activities.

Our involvement with Nkosi’s Haven came at the request of the local ANC Youth League, which asked us to provide soccer coaching clinics to the children who lived at the Haven. Thus, on Saturday, a team of 15 SYMN staff members and ambassadors spent the day at the Haven, preparing meals, doing laundry, conducting soccer clinics and dance classes, and doing yard work.

Somebody needed a break from dancing and came over for a hug instead

Luckily (and hilariously), I helped to conduct the dance clinics with my friend, Vera, who is an award-winning dancer. I take her afro-fusion dance class on Tuesday evenings, and she was gracious enough to volunteer her time on Saturday. Additionally, I allowed the girls to do my hair, which, well, thank goodness I experienced my fair share of tangles when I was a kid because I don’t know how else I could have withstood what happened to my scalp that day.

The volunteer event was a total success, and we’ll be conducting soccer and ball-juggling clinics and dance classes once a month from now on.

On that note, I want to leave you with the final words of Nkosi’s keynote address at the 13th International AIDS Conference, hosted in Durban:

Care for us and accept us- we are all human beings. We are normal. We have hands. We have feet. We can walk, we can talk, we have needs just like everyone else- don’t be afraid of us- we are all the same!

You can read the rest of the address (which he wrote himself) here:

Nkosi’s Keynote Address

Kate’s Visa Part Two: What’s Next?

Big news!

I am no longer illegally living in South Africa.

Yes, you heard it here – after three months of waiting, I got a text message from the Department of Home Affairs on Friday, indicating that my temporary residency permit had been accepted, and that my visa was available to pick up. So, at 7:30am yesterday morning, I was in line outside of Home Affairs waiting patiently to go inside. Four hours later, I had the visa in hand. If it seems strange to you that I would have to wait four hours to get a sticker in my passport that was already approved and available, you must not understand how things work in South Africa.

I think if there is only one thing I have learned from this experience, it would be patience. Here are some of the other things I’ve learned:

  • I’ve been told there’s “no sense of urgency” in South Africa, which I experience on a daily basis. Except when it’s a “hurry up and wait” situation. In terms of my visa, I had to scramble around like a maniac, bothering both friends and family in the States to assist me in acquiring all of the necessary materials for my visa application, and then I didn’t receive it for 3 months
  • Often, any information you receive is either only partly correct or entirely incorrect – and you will receive different answers from every person to whom you ask the same question. If you try to ask clarifying questions and frame them with yes or no answers, the answer will always be yes. Which can be annoying at times, but also hysterical (depending on the question you ask)
  • When you are given a reference number – it doesn’t work. Or in my case, it doesn’t work over the phone, so I had to go to Home Affairs to check up on my application, I couldn’t just call in.
  • Rarely, when you go to Home Affairs, will you be there for less than 2 hours. That was the fastest I ever got out of there. For me, it was usually around 4 hours.
  • Every time you go to Home Affairs, bring a book. I had designated Home Affairs books, and read four of them in the amount of time I spent waiting to find out that my visa was still pending: This is Where I Leave You; Shopoholic Abroad; Eat, Pray, Love; Shake Hands with the Devil; and part of Gone With the Wind.
  • Even if you submit your application in time (ie before your entrance visa expires), you will still incur an ‘overstay’ fee if you leave the country before you receive your visa. In my case, it was R1500 to go back for Michael and Meghan’s wedding
  • Once your passport is flagged, good luck traveling without getting pulled into lots of sketchy back rooms and having to explain yourself – hint: stay calm (they already find you a little bit suspect, so don’t provoke anyone with any sarcastic inputs), and bring all of your paperwork.

    If you don't know why this is here, I'm not sure we can be friends.

Despite the constant worrying and nagging feeling in the back of my mind for the past 6 months, I am better off having gone through this annoyance. I learned a lot about how things work in SA, and I read a lot.

Most importantly, I have my visa, which doesn’t expire until March 2011.

Kate: 1

South Africa: 0

What’s next?