Bekoji Camp GLOW year 2- check, finished, baka. Phew. This
year was much different from last year’s camp even though it was in the same
location, the Agricultural College in Bekoji. The big difference was that I was
in a much more positive, confident head space (and not fighting a nasty head
cold), and I took a much more active role in teaching. This year I also brought
three girls, quiet but the only girls who spoke up during the 8th
grade English class that my new dear friend Tewabech teaches. Camp was also 6
full days with a very packed teaching schedule. Last year at the end of camp
all us PCV’s commented at how amazed we were that nothing went majorly wrong.
This year was not like that.
Well I take that back, nothing went majorly wrong but we had
a lot of little fires to put out- like one of the girls fathers wanting to
essentially kid nap her, another girl breaking out in hives from an infection
and covering her lips with buna (coffee) grounds as a local “medicine”, no
water for 4 days, a very gross shint bet (why do people poop on the ground 2 feet
from the hole?), and a useless guide on our hike to a mountain. But despite all
the chaos I can say that this was by far one of my most rewarding weeks here in
Ethiopia.
Every morning I started out the day by teaching thirty 14-17
year old girls and a handful of female Ethiopia “counterparts” yoga. The first
few days we were packed into the dining hall but got through without anyone
getting kicked or stepped on. The second day I had to catch a rat that was
running around freaking out the girls before the class could continue. But by
the end of the week they all knew how to balance in Eagle Pose and loved saying
“Namaste” at the end of class. They didn’t get the whole breathing part of yoga
but they sure loved it nonetheless. Yay! For my first time teaching yoga it was
a lot of fun.
My other big success was teaching salve making. Working with
Tewabech who helped translate I talked about the different locally available
medicinal herbs and their benefits. Next I showed them how to make salve –
melting bees wax with oil and adding rosemary and Eucalyptus oil. It went
really well and they hung onto every word! I am now re-inspired to hopefully teach some
women in Goba how to do this so they can start a small business for themselves.
It really is a cool, simple way to make good natural medicines, that actually
work (way better than buna or butter- the common treatments).
Finally each day for two hours I taught four girls
“homeroom”, which was focused on English but soon morphed into doing fun art
projects. At first I was terrified- I don’t know how to teach English- but I
got creative and with the help of some teaching aids I ended up loving spending
that time with the girls. As I got to know them I learned how eager they were
to learn and how hard their lives are at home. One girl was the 10th
of 11 children, one was a seratenia (servant for another family), and another
girl has only her mother (her Dad works in America). I totally fell in love
with them- their innocence and motivation to learn, absorbing every word I
said.
For our closing ceremony, a bonfire where each girl held a
candle and spoke about what they appreciated, I told them how this had been one
of the best, most rewarding and inspiring weeks in my two years of service in
Ethiopia. Despite all the struggles I see in the country working with these
girls gave me hope. Breaking and opening my heart at the same time.
Now I am back home, enjoying the simple life of washing
clothes and drinking tea. Tomorrow I will treat myself to an adventure hike in the
national park – its warthog and baboon season! Babies galore!
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