Showing posts with label Lesotho. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lesotho. Show all posts

Monday, December 1, 2008

True Courage


Photo: Eva-Lotta Jansson, MSF

In honor of World AIDS Day, here's a link to a BBC photo essay about Joseph, one of the millions of courageous people worldwide battling HIV/AIDS every day. Don't be frightened by the title of the link-- Joseph is one man who now definitely isn't just "waiting to die." He's making his world a better place, one step at a time.

BBC NEWS | In pictures : Lesotho Aids diary - Joseph's day, Waiting to die

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

28, a day late

Kiddo hit 28 months last week, so I thought I'd dedicate a post to 28 Things Kiddo Loves. To be extra cute, I thought I'd post it yesterday, on the 28th, but somehow I didn't get it done. So here it is, a day late, but all still true!

1. Typing on the computer, a lot.
2. Coloring, a lot.
3. Leap Frog Videos from the Library-- he mostly has The Letter Factory memorized.

4. Yogurt.
5. PIZZA!!!
6. CD: "Snacktime!" by "The Ladies." I'm just not ready for him to be saying their whole name, though, ya know. But don't worry, Gobby, the whole CD is totally appropriate for my precocious toddler.

7. Making messes, as many as possible.
8. Making his own "music," heavy on the percussive sounds.
9. Nursery.
10. Having "friends" come to visit-- this includes family, out-of-town friends, and my Visiting Teachers.
11. Playing ball.
12. Both Books and Videos: Charlie and Lola!!!

13. His Mum's ever-so dreadful faux British accent. ("Do the voice, Mama!!!!")
14. Spelling-- I stopped counting, but I think he can spell over 100 words now.
15. Brushing his teeth, "by [him]self," thank you very much.
16. Book: "The First Thousand Words in Russian," which I bought for myself in college. I'm fairly certain he mostly just likes the pictures, since he can't read Cyrillic. He can, however, count to ten in Russian now.

17. Taking baths with his foam letters and numbers.
18. Book: HAROLD AND THE PURPLE CRAYON, by Crockett Johnson. He's got most of this classic memorized, also.
19. Song: "Like Me and You," by Raffi.
20. Arguing with Mama about the lyrics to #19. He insists it's "Bolga lives in Russia" instead of "Olga lives in Russia!!!"
21. Even though he's never seen Madagascar yet, he likes to sing "I Like to Move It, Move It," as taught to him by the Daddy-O.
22. Hugs and Kisses from Mommy and Daddy-O.
23. Asking Mommy to sign words, or if I don't know the sign, to finger-spell them!
24. "Dancing" and singing loudly in restaurants, stores, Church, or waiting rooms, but only if it's his idea.
25. His red tricycle, which he's too short to ride, but he likes to sit on it and pretend he's going to Target to "buy diapers."

26. The Phone Book. I am absolutely, positively not kidding. He even has a favorite page, which is only in one of the many phone books we've had delivered to us. Imagine your child saying, "Let's play, Mama. I will get the phone book!"
27. Looking (just about every day!) at photos from our trip to Lesotho.

28. Watching videos of the kids of our friends and family online, and asking me, "Who's that?"

So, there you go, a lot of Kiddo's current favorites. Of course, it's hardly worth mentioning that he still loves EIGHT and W, and the color red. Some things haven't changed!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

My New Hero (and I'm not being cheeky)

I just happened to turn on the tv and Oprah's on. Today she's focusing on people who "found their calling" to help others. She was talking to this man who left his high-paying job at Microsoft to increase worldwide literacy. John Wood is responsible for the donation of 2.8 million books to children in developing countries, the establishment of 5,100 libraries, the creation of local language books, and is providing scholarships for girls and women.

A Room to Read Library in Cambodia, photo by Jayson Morris

On our trip to Lesotho, I saw exactly one Library, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't a community library. I had never even thought of such a thing before, and it made me sad. Of course, we had brought 15 or 20 kids' books with us for Kiddo, and it was amazing to see how the children we met, even those much older than Kiddo, were fascinated with his books. They would ask politely to see them and then just pore over them. I felt awful asking for them back, so I did leave a few behind with our family and with our friend, Bokang. But I wanted to give so much more!

John Wood is definitely doing A LOT more; he's changing millions of lives by giving women and children the opportunity to read and to learn. I can't imagine my life without these blessings, and I love what Mr. Wood is doing to bring them to millions of children.

For more information on John's charity, Room to Read, and their wonderful work, please visit:
http://www.roomtoread.org
Or of course, you can always check out www.oprah.com !

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

From BBC Online -- World News

Lesotho gardens relieve food crisis

As delegates at the UN food summit in Rome tackle concerns over food production, the BBC's Peter Greste visits Lesotho, one of the countries most at risk from climate change and global food and fuel price rises.

Woman tending her keyhole garden in Lesotho's central highlands
"Keyhole gardens" may have saved Mahaha Mphou's family from starvation

Lesotho's vast highland plains are spectacular places for tourists. Broad and treeless, they offer stunning views of the mountains looming over shimmering gold grasslands.

But they are terrible for farmers.

Decades of intensive agriculture have stripped the land of trees, and exposed soils to wind and rain.

Erosion has created countless miniature canyons that split the plains everywhere you look. The already thin mountain soils have lost virtually all their productive nutrients.

According to the Deputy Minister for Agriculture and Food Security, Efraim Lehata, a typical farmer in Lesotho's maize belt would be lucky to squeeze half a tonne of grain from each acre of land.

They should be able to produce more than 14 times that.

Global forces

The minister bemoans the fact that his country, which used to do well out of farm exports to neighbouring South Africa, now depends on food handouts from organisations like the World Food Programme.

He admits that a lot of the blame rests with the country itself. But with a population of about two million, tiny Lesotho is barely the size of Belgium.

The forces now shaping global food prices are way beyond its control.

Lesotho map

"The last summer season, most of our tractors couldn't go to the fields because of the cost of diesel. Now that the price has doubled, we're not expecting any to be able to go," Mr Lehata said. "It is very difficult."

In many respects, Lesotho is a microcosm of the problems facing so many parts of the developing world.

The mountain kingdom in southern Africa sits on a plateau mostly above 1,800 metres altitude, so the growing season is short and its vulnerability to climate change is acute.

With the country struggling with one of the world's highest HIV prevalence rates, many of its able-bodied workers have either died or been crippled by disease.

And in what is one of the poorest states in Africa, even the slightest increase in the cost of food or commodities hits painfully hard.

Keyhole gardens

But Lesotho cannot wait for the UN food summit in Rome to come up with ideas, so it has developed some of its own.

Family tend their keyhole garden in Lesotho's central highlands
Mahaha's family has three keyhole gardens
Mahaha Mphou does not know much about global economics, but she does know how to grow vegetables.

She and the rest of her family of 10 have become some of the most enthusiastic evangelists for a home-grown idea that has almost certainly saved them from starvation.

They are now thriving on what have become known as "keyhole gardens". They are round gardens of about two metres in diameter and raised to waist-height to make them easy for the sick and elderly to work.

Inside, the garden-beds are layered with tin cans, mulch and ash which together provide the nutrients to make the gardens extraordinarily productive.

Ntsie Tlali from Care, the non-governmental organisation behind the gardens, believes they are revolutionary.

Women tending corn in Lesotho's central highlands
Lesotho sits on a high plateau and has a short growing season

"As you can see, (Mahaha's family) has three keyhole gardens and that's more than enough to supply all 10 of them with all the vegetables they need, and with some left over to sell. It's changed their lives."

Because they are protected by the stonework, the rich soils are safe from erosion.

They retain moisture far more effectively than land farmed by traditional farming methods, and they are compact enough to turn the tiniest plot of land into productive agriculture.

'Food is life'

Mahaha says they have also transformed the family's diet: "We're growing so many things, from beetroot to spinach, onions, tomatoes, carrots - everything."

Mr Lehata acknowledged that the gardens alone will not transform Lesotho, "but we've been really surprised by just how well they've worked," he said.

"We expected them to disappear after half a season, but you can see that although we have such cold winters, they are productive all year round. It's been really helpful to our people."

Even so, the one thing the minister wants from the Rome summit is urgent action on the cost of basic farm supplies like fuel, seed and fertiliser.

"Food is life," he said. "If we can't afford that, we're finished."

Page last updated at 12:01 GMT, Tuesday, 3 June 2008 13:01 UK

(However, I don't know who the exact author was, so I can't credit him/her.)

Funny (at least I think so)


When we got back from our trip to Lesotho, my sister asked me what the most exciting part of the trip was. This was kind of a difficult question for me. Of course, it was probably meeting my husband's family and friends after 6 years of wondering about them, but I didn't say that. After I thought about it, this was my reply (and it is a true story):

When we were in Mantsonyane, the town in which my husband grew up and where much of his immediate family still lives, we attracted some attention when we drove around in our rental car, often bringing along as many of the kids as we could fit in the back seat with us. One day, a guy standing by the side of the road called out to my husband excitedly in Sesotho. My husband burst out laughing, so of course I asked immediately what the man said. My husband, still laughing, replied, "He said, 'So, you're the guy who's driving around the Chinese Lady!!!" Huh?!?! Evidently, the man must not see too many women with my complexion, but there is a Chinese family who owns a store in Mantsonyane. That is definitely the first time anyone has ever mistaken me for being Chinese!!!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Kiddo's latest adventures



I suppose the title is a bit misleading, as our life these days isn't particularly adventurous. But I realize that I haven't written about the kidlet in a while and you might be wondering what he's up to lately. Please be forewarned that the following post might sound like boasting. I'm sorry. I just can't help it. :( The kid is a marvel to behold... I really don't know how I'm going to keep him intellectually stimulated for the next 3.5 years until he starts school!

In some respects, he's a "you've got to see him to believe it" kind of kid, as he now says and does so many things I never thought he'd do at such a young age. However, he rarely does them when you want him to show off... I guess he's humble. :) Although he must love to count and identify shapes an awful lot, because he does those things just about everywhere we go! He will count to 12 all by himself, and knows a lot of the rest of the numbers up to 20, but tends to skip quite a few until he gets to "18, 19, 20!" The excitement over shapes has been going on for at least 3 months, because I know I've been having to draw circles for him for at least that long, and I can remember him being so excited about the diamond and triangle-shaped windows at the Lesotho-S. Africa border. My favorite thing is that he has always called triangles, "cah-wah-wah" and still does-- who knows why? Rectangles are something like "teng-angle." :)

About 2 weeks ago, he seemed to start understanding the difference between colors, so one of his new hobbies is pointing to things and telling us what color they are. His accuracy is increasing all the time, although he keeps finding things that are grey or magenta or black or brown, so I'm not sure if he's keeping all of those types of colors straight. He's very good with the primary colors and green, orange, and pink.

We recently bought him a RED plastic chair because he gets very excited when he sees toddler-sized chairs at other people's houses. I also thought having his own seat might keep him from standing so darn close to the TV when Elmo or Blue is on (in a related note, he finally broke the last button on the TV set-- thank heavens for the remote). He loves it, I think especially because it is red. My mom's car is red, and he LOVES to ride in Gobby's RED car and talks about it on a regular basis.

Ever since we came home from Lesotho, this kid has loved maps. The car rental agency gave us a book with road maps of Southern Africa and he just can't get enough of that book! He calls it his "Sotho book" and has just about worn it out. He started out by pointing at different countries or states (S.A. consists of states, sort of like here in the US) and saying "That?" Then we would tell him what the map says. So now he's "memorized" some of these maps and tells ME what is on them. His pronunciation is adorable! I SO wish I had a video camera to capture this phenomenon. Now he wants to learn from our world map, so I'm pointing out tiny little Lesotho, as well as all of the largest countries. I guess his curiosity is good for the Mama who never had any geography classes in all of her years of schooling.

His new favorite show is "Dora the Explorer," which I checked out from the Library for him last week. I think it might have something to do with THE MAP. Dora's perkiness is a bit much for me sometimes, but it is a good, educational show and it adds a little variety to our constant Elmo-Blue's Clues rotation.

He also LOVES photographs and wants to know everyone's names, so if you want to send us a picture I'll be sure to add you to the rotation! He might also want to know "what you say"-- I'll explain that in another post. For now I've got to go try to entertain my little explorer guy.

Friday, February 1, 2008

I just love these kids!

I have to start by saying that Lesotho is full of wonderful, beautiful, bright, generous children. I wanted to bring them all back with us! I think our son would have been happy with that idea, too! So many children, most of them quite a bit older than he is, would come almost every day to see their new little American friend. As interested as they were in his (too many) books and toys, they all seemed to be willing to share their own belongings, or food, with him. They were very patient when he grabbed things from them or pushed them (he is such a tyrant! :( ), they cheered for him when he counted, sang, spoke any Sesotho, or said his ABCs, and they didn't even seem to mind that he had to have his Mommy with him at all times (his insistence, not mine, actually).

But I have to tell you about two of my favorite kids that we got to know:


Bokang (from Maseru) and My Little Guy

This Bokang is not to be confused with our nephew, Bokang, although it was a bit puzzling to our kiddo. For the first few days in Mantsonyane, he seemed to think that all the boys were named Bokang, since he'd already met two! My husband has been good friends with his whole family for several years so we went to see them on our way up to my in-laws' as well as before we went back home. Bokang is only 7 years old, in grade two, and smart as a whip. Much to his family's surprise, he spoke English very freely and easily with us. They knew he'd been learning English at school, but they mostly speak Sesotho at home, so they were excited to see how much he knows already. I told my husband that I don't think I speak any of the foreign languages I've studied as well as Bokang speaks English already. It's very humbling.

Bokang was so good with our son. He shared his cars, colored with him, talked to him, played with him, looked out for him. Our son was SO excited to see him when we went back to Maseru that he broke into a huge grin. When we went to Church, Bokang made sure Kiddo didn't wander off (or step in any bird poop outside!) He invited his friends over to meet us, and they shared their snacks with Kiddo-- or rather, they ended up giving their snacks to him since he is such a huge eater!

But Bokang also is quite a pistol. My son has an obsession with opening and closing any door he sees, and, much to our chagrin, he slammed doors all over Lesotho. I was terrified he was going to break them, but the kind people we visited mostly thought it was funny. Of course, he had done this at Bokang's house, and also at the Church. After trying for the umpteenth time to get the kid to stop slamming some glass doors at the Church, I sort of gave up.

Then Bokang turned to me and said, "Do you see what he did?"

"What?"

Bokang somberly pointed at the glass doors. "See, he broke it."

"What? Are you sure?" My heart started pounding as I looked to see that one of the doors did indeed have a huge crack running about 3-4 feet down the glass. How in the world were we going to pay for that? Would the members of the branch ever forgive us? Would they always remember Kiddo as the boy who broke their door because of his neglectful mother? I was totally panicking as I tried to get my husband's attention.

Our friend Terry overheard the whole thing, and after letting me fret for a minute or so, he chuckled and said, "Don't let him fool you. The door's been like that for years."

Bokang just smiled at his cleverness.


Bokang's friends came over to meet his little American friend.


Then there's Chabalala. He's four, lives behind my in-laws, and is so cute I can't stand it.


Chabalala ponders the meaning of life.

Evidently, he loves coming to visit his neighbors every day, and when school is out (which it was while we were there), he usually gets up at about 6 a.m., gets dressed and comes on over to see his "big-kid" friends, our nephews and niece. He also enjoys my mother-in-law and sister-in-law's amazing cooking and often announces his arrival by telling them that he's hungry. The sweet women that they are, they always give him a little something.

Chabalala was especially excited to come over while we were there. He loved to ride with my husband in our rental car whenever he went somewhere, and was amazed by our son. Because Kiddo has memorized so many things he hears, and because he talked so much, Chabalala thought he was some sort of baby genius. He said to his friends, "I am four and he is a baby, but he already speaks English!" Of course, we had to explain that Kiddo is not fluent in Sesotho like he is.

One day Chabalala brought over a pair of his boots for our son, because he wanted to give him a present. But they were too big. If you ask me, just seeing that little face nearly every day was present enough! I think he was as sad as we were when we had to leave.


Well, we tried to get a picture of them together, anyway!

Monday, January 28, 2008

Yes, we are home!

We returned from our international adventure about 10 days ago, but I have been too tired to post anything, so there you go... But here are a very few photo highlights from our wonderful trip. I can't tell you how much we want to go back and see all our family and friends! :( (We also miss the gorgeous weather!)



Kiddo and I with his absolutely adorable and especially patient cousins, (L-R) Palesa, Bokang, "Jimmy" (aka, Tumisang), and Sello. P, J, and S are siblings. I am wearing a Sesotho scarf and apron that belonged to my mother-in-law.



He FINALLY did it-- After more than SIX months of cruising, our little darling is now walking on his own. I guess we just had to go 10,000 miles away so he could reach this milestone at his grandparents' home, with all his cousins cheering him on. How many kids do you know who learn to count to 10 in two languages and say their ABCs (minus L) BEFORE they walk on their own? What a goofball!!! He is very proud of himself as he toddles everywhere now.



Just a few of the many kids who came to play with our little guy. The boy in the front row making the exceedingly goofy face is our silly nephew, Jimmy. The little girl holding Elmo is our very sweet niece, Palesa. As you can see, we (well, maybe just the Kiddo-- and Elmo) are now international celebrities!



Okay, I will always love the plains and rolling hills of the Midwest, but I'll admit it-- mountains are beautiful, too. I so wish that I knew how to photo-shop a beautiful expression on to my face, too! Argh.



Much to our dismay, we discovered that our son LOVES cats. Here is the kitten he sat ON when I told him to sit NEXT to her for a picture. She was very sweet to not bite or scratch him and even stay for said photo opportunity.

Well, little guy just woke up from nap and is tearfully demanding Mama's attention, so that's all for now!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

An awfully big adventure


Well, friends, I realize I haven't been posting much lately, and I won't be posting at all for probably another 3 weeks. The reason for all of this is the "trip of a lifetime" that I vaguely mentioned in my previous post.

The big news? Tomorrow morning, Husband, Kiddo and I are departing for South Africa/Lesotho to meet Husband's family. This will involve many planes, a bit of driving (on mountain roads-- scary for a girl from the Plains like me) and will take a lot of (travel) time. We are very excited, as neither the Kiddo nor I have ever been there or met Daddy-O's family, but also exceedingly nervous, as this will be Kiddo's first time traveling by plane and my first
overseas adventure!

Please pray for us that Kiddo will maintain his wonderful, sunny disposition as he is far
from his home, Elmo videos, and toys-- and also that his Mommy won't have a nervous breakdown from the stress!

We hope you have a wonderful New Year and look forward to catching up with you when we return.