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Showing posts with label South Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Africa. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2008

African Attraction


Pictures: 1) Tarrah MacDonald on Safari 2) Tarrah in Malawi. The man proudly displaying his tongue is Happy Coconut (truth- that is his real name). Happy Coconut fell in love with Tarrah and sent her a love letter once she had returned to South Africa.

African Attraction
By Lauren Roodt

As the engines begin to warm up and the big body taxis down the tarmac Tarrah’s mind is more focussed on the weird sensation in her stomach than on the gum she is chewing to prevent her ears from getting blocked. She swallows hard as the lump of gum slips down her throat but continues to stare out the window. She pops back into reality as Emma pokes her and gives a little squeal of excitement. The assortment of feelings that Tarrah is experiencing is a delicious blend of excitement, anxiety and courage. “The media fills our heads with so much crap that I didn’t really know what to expect,” says Tarrah about South Africa. “My mom told me to eat as much as possible while in Canada because South African’s can only afford rice and pap,” says Tarrah, “That’s the type of stuff they tell us.”

Tarrah chose South Africa because it was the furthest place from home. Her first sight of Africa was while running through Johannesburg airport rushing to catch her next flight. “I didn’t even have time to think about all the advice people had given us like not to talk to strangers and not to put our bags down for a second” says Tarrah with a quizzical look on her face as if to say “stupid foreigners”. After a year in South Africa this leggy blonde is one of us. While driving along Port Elizabeth’s coast all that Tarrah could verbalise was “Whoa! This is Africa!” The only knowledge of Rhodes University that Tarrah had was of the community service programs which she wanted to get involved in. Everything else was a surprise.

Tarrah has involved herself in the Amasango Career Centre for street children where she spends two to three hours per week teaching the children basic skills. She find it difficult to pass one of her students on the street while she is out at night and not give him money, but she knows that it is better for them to go to the shelter where they are looked after. Tarrah has gained skills which will be invaluable to her education degree. “Teaching is just something I have always wanted to do, ey,” she says. She wishes people would embrace teaching because she has realised how diverse it is. “Teaching gives you the chance to work with children from all age groups and subjects and provides endless travel opportunities,” she boasts.

Tarrah has a hard time staying in one place and has travelled all of Southern Africa over the past year. She has not had time to be home sick for long. “I imagine it is the same for all first years. In those beginning weeks while you are still making friends it is very hard,” she says. Tarrah copes with her home sickness by having a night to her-self and getting a good night’s sleep but her true secret is to spend as much time at the bar as possible. “The more you drink, the more you socialise, the more friends you make, the better your experience of varsity will be. It all flows,” she says, adding the infamous ‘ey’ which infiltrates all of her sentences. This seems to be the way to go because Tarrah is a carefree social butterfly who can always be tempted by a draught of Black Label to leave her school work and go to the bar. Despite this she still achieves firsts in most of her subjects, including isiXhosa.

“One way or another there is a whole spectrum of opportunities in South Africa,” she says. She believes that Africa is full of exciting resources which most citizens take for granted. “The dynamic society is struck with an incredible passion,” she says, “people are willing to come out and say things, argue and oppose ideas without being afraid.” This was a welcome refresher from her life at home where people are over cautious about what they say. Tarrah’s biggest challenge in South Africa was how to cope with issues in a sensitive manner. It is something she has not experienced and she does not want to say too much because she feels as though she has not lived here long enough to fully understand our mind set.

“If there is one thing that I have learned about Africa it is that you cannot sum it up in one word,” Tarrah says. Her adventures through Malawi, Botswana, Namibia and Zambia have not only given her a golden tan but have made it impossible to pinpoint one moment as the best out of ten months. Tarrah is taking everything home with her. “I will somehow fit my hundreds of wooden giraffe, my Malawi board game and the grass broom that a small boy made for me in Lesotho into my bags,” she says unconsciously swirling the plaited bracket from Botswana around her wrist.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Pulling off plasters

by Lauren Roodt
It's funny how when one has motivation anything is possible. The Oppidan Press, one of our student newspapers here at Rhodes, hosted a series of workshops this Saturday (27/09/08). The workshops were centered around sensitivity in the media. Now, for me who probably isn't the most committed journalist on the block, the thought of going to this was almost as agonising as the head-ache I had from the night before. But, with the promise of a certificate upon completion I pulled myself out of bed (maybe I should say plopped coz that's the kind of noise I made when I hit the floor) and rolled down the hill to meet my death. (Why would I do that all for a silly certificate? Well, my Journ vacation work got messed up for me so I figured that I had better push for as much extra credit as possible. Go figure- I only do things if there's something in it for me.)

Now usually if you say the word 'workshop' my mind goes to talking to strangers (urghhh!), group work (bigger urghhhh!) and the worst of it all... actually having to do (extra) work on my Saturday (URGHHHH!). However, suprised as I was to hear myself admitting it, the workshops were actually super fun! They were full of confrontation, fresh ideas and they used atypical methods to get their points across. The speakers from Amnesty, GAP, SHARC, and a speakers from the Afrikaans and Xhosa societies were confident, brave (we fired some mean questions at them) and they knew exactly what they were talking about. The main body of the workshop was based on discussion from us (the baby journo's) which lead to some firey looks and loaded words being shot all over the place but all were relevant and worthy issues which need to be raised by more people.

What struck me the most was how all of us Whities shut up when race (that big ugly word) was discussed. All of us were too scared to speak. Quite ironic considering that we were journo's attending a workshop on how to say what we think but in a sensitive way. It just hit me how people are so terrified to say what they think in fear of doing something wrong. I think that this is why nothing seems to be changing in SA. Everyone is too chicken. Nobody wants to say something because race has been made so prominent in SA. I just think that we should deal with it in the same why that you pull off a plaster. Admit you are going to have to deal with it, close your eyes and pull. I really believe that if we just took a deep breath and just did our jobs things would straighten out and would be a whole lot less painful than if we dwell on the issues and go slowly because we are too afraid of what the result might be.