Sorry this blog is so long - I had way to much to talk about.
For three days out of our time at Hamakuya we stayed with families at local villages. We were put into groups of 4 and paired with a translator. The families that we stayed with were of the Venda ethnic group and their primary language was TshiVenda. For the three days we were there, we essentially had no contact with anything outside of the village. Although some villages that students were in did not have electricity, I stayed in a village called Mukoma, which was recently hooked up to electricity. It was overwhelming when we first got there because we really hadn’t been taught anything about the Venda language or culture. We had a sheet of key phrases and our translator, but besides that we were basically thrown into this household. We were first introduced to our host mother, Joyce, but after that there was a constant stream of people who wanted to meet us. I never really understood who lived in our house, and who was related to whom. Because the people we lived with had such limited English, they had trouble pronouncing our names. They had particular trouble with my name, because the letter L is pronounced like an R in their language. Our host mother and some of her friends ended up giving the four of us Venda names that they could pronounce. I was named Thabelo, which means prayer. This added some additional stress because it took forever to actually remember the name well enough to recognize when people were talking to me.
Overall, I glad I got to experience this homestay, but I did not enjoy a lot of it. My group had issues with our translator so the experience was not too great. Her job was supposed to be to tell us, word-for-word everything that was being said, even if it was something unimportant. She definitely didn’t do this, and sometimes would tell us absolutely nothing so we would be sitting there in silence while all these Venda people had conversations around us. She enjoyed telling us that someone was talking to us, but then wouldn’t tell us what that person said, or what to say in response. She also liked to joke with us, but because we didn’t know anything about the culture, we didn’t understand the humor. On the first day she told us that we needed to finish all the food that was given to us for lunch, or else it would be rude. We almost made ourselves sick trying to finish it before she started laughing and told us that she was kidding.
My other main complaint about the homestay was the constant swarm of children that were always around. The village rarely gets visitors so it was very exciting for all of the villagers that we were there. The kids in particular loved to be around us and hold our hands and touch our hair and play games with us. I wouldn’t mind this so much, except for the fact that there were always so many of them around. My host family actually didn’t have any kids under the age of about 13, but it seemed like all of the kids in the village would show up daily. It was very overwhelming to be surrounded by so many kids all of whom were yelling loudly in a language I couldn’t understand.
So to try to compress three full days into one longish blog, here is what we did:
· Made marula beer (actually more of marula juice because it wasn’t given time to ferment properly) by peeling and squeezing the pits. It has a very mild flavor and looks almost like lemonade
· Played endless games with the kids: Strangely a lot of their games are counting games involving saying an English sentence and having a person be out on a particular word. There is one about a policeman shooting someone over a letter and one about a father smoking cigarettes. I’m pretty sure the kids don’t even know what they are saying. Another popular game is like jacks except it involves throwing a rock up and sweeping a certain number of rocks into/out of a circle before catching the rock. I was horrible at this game and they loved to tease me about it.
· Visited with the local headman who is basically the chief of the village who works under a main headman for several villages all together. Our host family dressed us up in traditional Venda clothing so that we would be dressed properly to see him. He answered a lot of our questions about improvements he wanted to make and challenges that the village faces. It was also surprising when he told us that he has three wives and 17 children.
· Visited a local primary school: The school was severely understaffed. On the day we visited several teachers were away at a conference so a lot of classrooms were unsupervised and we could hear the kids yelling the entire time. Some of the school was really rundown and in the process of being renovated but the newer classrooms weren’t too bad. The principal gave us a tour and answered a lot of questions for us. The school also had their own garden to use for school lunches which I thought was interesting.
· Visiting a sangoma – a local traditional healer: She had a small hut that was almost completely filled with hundreds of bottles of herbs and powders and liquids. There were also lots of animal skins and elephant fat hanging from the ceiling. She told us a little about how she got started in healing (she was sick and ancestors came to her in a dream). One girl in our group had her prophecy read by the healer throwing bones and looking at the way they landed. I’m kind of skeptical about the whole thing because the predictions seemed kind of scripted (eg. You will get married, you will have a car etc.)
· Cooking/eating traditional Venda food: The staple to the Venda diet is called pap (pronounced “pup”). It’s made out of white cornmeal and has a mushy texture and very little taste. It is eaten at basically every meal, sometimes with other things, which meant that we had to cook it every day. Most of the cooking is done inside a hut with very little air circulation, making it uncomfortably hot and smoky. We also killed a chicken one day (which was kind of a horrifying experience because the knife was so blunt that the chicken took forever to actually die), which was the only meat we ate the entire time. We also got to eat mopane worms (look up a picture of them online) which wasn’t too great because they were really salty. All of the food is eaten with your hands and most of it has a soft mush consistency. Although it doesn’t taste bad, I was sick of the texture by the end.
· Entertained most of the village: All of the villagers were excited that we were there, so they would visit throughout the day. We were told several times that just being there made their lives more interesting. A lot of times it felt like we were expected to entertain the children because they constantly asked (through the translator) for us to teach them something American. We tried teaching them simple games like London Bridge and the hokey-pokey, but what they liked best was the macarana. We also drew a large map of the world (that most of them had never seen) in order to show them where we were all from. We also provided entertainment at night when they tried to teach us to dance. A lot of the neighbors would show up in order to dance for us, while other people beat out rhythms on an empty water jug. They loved pretended that they were going to teach us a dance, and then abandoning us so that they could laugh as we struggled with the Venda dances (they involve a lot of fast footwork).
· Carried water on our heads: They didn’t trust us with the large water jugs (which probably would have been too heavy anyway) but we were given smaller jugs. It was amazing to see all of these little girls balancing huge containers on their heads while we struggled with small containers and never managed to do it without hands
· Learned a lot about the Venda culture: This society is still pretty unequal in terms of gender. Gender roles still exist, so it’s usually the men who work (although a majority of them are unemployed in which case they sit around a do nothing) while women do the housework and raise children. There was a 19 year old girl in our household who basically did everything for her family, while still attempting to finish school. I was in a group with 4 female students, which meant that we were treated differently than if a guy had been with us. Some of the guys in my program essentially did nothing strenuous for the entire homestay because their translators thought that it would be going against Venda tradition if they learned “female” tasks. Some translators wouldn’t even let the guys pour their own water, and made the girls do it for them. The gender division is also apparent in the way that women are expected to greet visitors. You basically have to lie on the floor with your hands clasped together whenever you greet someone. It got to be really annoying because there were so many visitors so we always had to get on the floor to greet them. Females also aren’t really allowed to sit in chairs or sit crossed-legged, so we spent the whole time being really uncomfortable while sitting with our legs folded to the side. This was also difficult in the long (but beautiful) skirts that they made us wear (it’s not appropriate for girls to show their knees)
· Attempting to learn the language: After three days without English, I can only say “good morning”, “good afternoon”, “good evening”, “fine”, “name”, “water” and “it was delicious” in TsiVenda, which is less than I expected. It’s definitely good to be back to a place where I can communicate normally.
So overall, I’m glad I was able to take part in this experience. I know that when I look back I’ll be very grateful for the lessons that it taught me, although at the time it was kind of stressful.
Also - pictures from my time in Hamakuya!