On my “creative” photos of people.
My photos of people tend to be non-identifying (not National Geographic cover worthy). I support an organization that was founded to provide relief in an area with a significant HIV/AIDS prevalence (ask me about the specific rate after June 15th when the community needs assessment is complete…I am still calculating). My director and I agree that as long as the photos are non-identifying it is okay to blog them. As someone who lives with a medical label that is often misconstrued, I firmly believe that it is not my place to accidentally “out” someone’s diagnosis full stop/period. I also really value privacy and while I ask before posting any photo of people, it is hard to see if they can fully comprehend the potential impacts of having their image online (my isiZulu is not capable of those conversations…yet). I really wish I could share the photos of the Gogos’ disgusted faces with their first taste of American Smores, but it does not feel right. This probably will not be the coolest Peace Corps blog on the internet, but it is not about me. I welcome the challenge to share the South African perspective while maintaining host country nationals’ privacy. Nyigabonga for respecting my decision.
isiZulu word of the post: umnakeleli
Meaning: An example of the most resilient and knowledgeable South Africans I have been lucky to meet.
My second weekend at site coincided with my org’s camp for primary caregivers of HIV positive children and adolescents. Most caregivers at this camp, were the primary guardians of children who attended a camp for HIV positive children last fall. Everyone cared for an HIV positive child that would have qualified for the camp. My supervisor came up with the idea to have their caregivers to attend a weekend retreat so that they would have the skills the teenagers obtained and a chance to have a camp experience. My roommate obtained a Peace Corps grant to fund this event and I was able to witness the awesome potential of VAST grants (and at that point I was a PCV for less than 15 days). I think I learned more than the caregivers from camp.
Like how my American definition of a magazine collage was translated into delicately folding a picture that symbolized something important to the caregiver and using that to cover their notebook.
Most of the caregivers disliked Smores but loved pink marshmallows by themselves.
And how putting my big mouth to use will always entertain people abroad or stateside!
However, the biggest take away from camp was breaking stereotypes for me. I now know that not all caregivers of HIV positive children are women. Most are but we had a caregiver who was a man who lost his wife to the illness and loved his 12 year old son dearly. Also, not all caregivers are necessarily HIV positive. A lot are due to the nature of the condition, but the big bag of oranges I kept in my room at night were not just for taking ARV (antiretroviral) on a full stomach. They were also for diabetes (or Sugar as they call it in the valley) and high blood pressure. Also I saw how ARVs impact the body. Not my finest moment, but I thought one woman was very pregnant as she was waddling around with a big torso and I was wondering if we had a plan to get her to a hospital if labor started. Thankfully I had enough tact to ask my director in private, who answered that she had a big stomach due to the medication.
The other important take away was the diversity of the AmaZulu within my communities. I can sometimes generalize people based on what language they speak and forget that many concepts are involved in defining culture. While I may reside in a traditional area (In the Berg I have seen pants worn by a woman once…and that was my fashionable 17 year old host sister), My SA 31 friends serving in Msinga, other areas of uThukela, near Richards Bay and Durban probably have very different experiences. We may all attempt to speak isiZulu, but the culture is so diverse.
I could not establish a female caregiver as “traditional” or “modern” whether it was through their ideas or their dress. We had an exercise where the facilitator read off statements about life with HIV and the caregivers had to stand in designated areas of the room to show that they disagreed, agreed, or did not know. My isiZulu comprehension is limited, but I knew there were passionate discussion that ensured when a gogo in a print dress and dukas(head covering) stood in a different area than expected! Similar discussions occurred when younger women in long skirts and dukas had surprising views. Even the younger women who wore leopard prints and tight fits, still wore skirts. It was incredible to watch how each of them contributed knowledge to the group.
It is usually viewed as superficial to focus on clothes, but even though South African dresses are not generally made of the dramatic colors of West African batik fabric, but they still create a vibrant story. Within the “Rainbow Nation” there are threads of different colors that bind together the myriad of cultures in South Africa. It was a powerful reminder of the danger of the single story.