Day 1 – September 30, 2012 – Botswana Independence Day Lokgwabe style
|PS traditional dance|
|tribe choir entering kgotla|
Dick, a co-worker of John’s, neighbor, and friend has been trying to talk us into going with him to Lokgwabe for Independence Day. It is his home village. Given that it is a 4 day weekend and right after our 5 yr anniversary we wavered a little bit, but ended up caving in and I am so glad we did. Lokgwabe is a village only 10k from Hukuntsi (John has almost run there before) and has so much spirit. Some of Dick’s family picked us up on the way and we stopped by his family’s compound to pick him up and then headed to the Kgotla. I did not feel like wearing a skirt all day, so I wore jeans and wrapped a cloth around my waist to be allowed to enter without offending anyone. We ended up sitting behind Thato who was nice enough to interpret for us when desired. The event included the traditional speeches, a primary school traditional dance, one of the tribes had a choir dance, and a singer with back up dancers all of which was really nice, but the great stuff is what followed.
We then headed down to the ward level Kgotlas. Unlike most villages, each family did not have their Kgotla in the middle of their family’s compounds, all Kgotlas are placed on shared ground to create a community gathering area for all of Lokgwabe where each family had their own area and was large enough for community events (rather than just using the main Kgotla). Dick was kind enough to take us to each Kgotla and introduce us to the families. He mentioned that they would be angry if he did not as everyone wanted to meet us. This included lots of hand shaking and greetings, especially for the elderly. Most were happy we were able to greet them in Sekgalagadi. We then went to meet the councilor for our region whose home village is Lokgwabe. He was extremely welcoming and proceeded to announce us to everyone over the PA system on his car and requested we be fed, which was not a problem as everyone wanted to feed us while we were walking around anyway. This was repeated multiple times during the event. At one point John walked by councilor and was requested to speak Sekgalagadi which caused a following announcement saying we know the local language (only basic greetings as our focus has mostly been Setswana and most people can speak English too).
Soon after this the dancing and games began. Each Kgotla had a dance/skit/game. The mosadi mogolo (old ladies) in Lokgwabe have an amazing amount of spirit and energy! Many of them danced for over an hour combined and the dancing here entails short fast leg movements that make me tired after just a few minutes and sore then next day. At one point there was a graduation dance which entailed all the mosadi mogolo holding sticks (the kind used for corporal punishment). The lady in the lead was dancing and trying to hit the others while they all protected themselves with their sticks. Occasionally she would lash out as it to get the crowd and everyone scattered. The people she ended up striking, who were part of the dance, wore leather as to protect themselves from getting hurt. Another game entailed everyone dancing in a circle moving clockwise to a very fast beat. Whoever had the orange would step in while dancing after a certain number of beats while the person behind her/him would
step in too and try to catch the orange. This often had people (sometimes in their 50-60’s) ending up on the ground but everyone just bounced right back up and kept going. One of the ladies would catch the orange and then put it right in my face or Thato’s as if she were going to not catch it in time. The councilor kept bringing the microphone up to me to have me try to say the words to the song they were singing, a few of which I could not pronounce. If I am not over my fear of public speaking/performance/embarrasment by the time I leave here nothing will cure me. J
|The graduation dance|
|Foot race (john is a speck somewhere in there)|
|Us with Thato at the football pitch|
|John & Dick|
Day 2 – October 1, 2012 – Horse Racing at Inalegolo
Talk about a great way to start the month. I tagged along with a few friends to head to Inaleglo for something that all my fellow Louisvillians (not exclusively) would love…horse racing. Sadly John was unable to make it due to a tutoring engagement. L Now remember this is nothing like the horse racing at Churchill downs with all the polish, but it makes me wonder how close to horse racing of the past it was. Thato & Francina pick me up around 7:15 and we hit the road after stopping by Kang for some airtime and a pie (Americans, this is nothing like our idea of a pie, it is more of a meal and completely awesome but that is another post) and continue on our way. Inalegolo is about 2.5 hrs from Hukuntsi and 20-30 minutes down a gravel road which shakes my fillings out while I hope I have not directed Francine the wrong way. She is new to the area and Thato was riding in the bed of the truck being the kind gentleman he is (actually sleeping on the foam pad we threw in there to make it more comfy). Eventually we come over the hill and see a cell tower…yeah we are not lost. Pulling through Inalegolo which took about 1 minute since the settlement is only a few hundred we run into a tent where the event has just begun. I eyed my friends, waved at them, and tried to catch as many words at possible (which was fairly low today due to my attention span).
As always the kick off included a few speeches, traditional dancing and a surprise (to me) show by Vee who is a great Motswana musical artist originating from my wonderful village. People are crammed all around to see him perform along with some great dancers. It is a mix of break dancing and miming…love it! At one point during the show there were some teenagers behind me with a little girl of about 4 who sat in my seat while I was standing. They realized I wanted t sit and pulled her away, so I let her sit in my lap forgetting how terrified a few kids are of me because I look so different than most people they know. The poor girl was terrified, but sat calmly and no amount of encouraging made her comfortable with me. Hopefully I have not scarred her for life, but luckily I saw her later and she did not run away or anything.
We all went to eat food prepared by the event coordinators. During the race Francina went to run an errand for someone, which turned out to be picking up a slaughtered goat (luckily the blood was drained). Surprise! Ha ha. I found a ride back with some of the people from Hukuntsi who work in the Council so we did not have to debate who was riding in the back with the dead animal. Mmm mmm I can tell I have acclimated to life here enough that I volunteered to (not that Thato would have let me) before we found the ride.