We have just completed our first week of a month-long expedition in Swaziland in partnership with CWB Sweden. We are working with the Lutheran Development Service, a community-based relief organization, in a village in the drought stricken southeastern part of the country where over 45% of the population is HIV positive. As there is no other psychosocial support work happening in Swaziland, we have been received with great enthusiasm and excitement by the community and LDS staff. We will be visiting Ndzevane many times this year as the project is the first part of a year-round program focused on developing the local capacity of caregivers to be play facilitators with children and their guardians - a new and exciting step for CWB South Africa.
The work itself has been challenging due to the very hot temperatures. We barely can peel ourselves out of our costumes that are caked in mud from our sweat and the dirt after performances and getting clean is a Herculean task. Our constant theme is amanza wekho (there is no water) with no running water at our home - a guesthouse at what used to be a refugee complex for people fleeing the conflict in Mozambique in the 80s. And it seems like there is never enough time to get through everything each day!
But every minute is absolutely worth it! Performing with Sibongile, Mattias, and Michael before hundreds of school children is an absolute joy for all involved. In the afternoon, we teach and play with 30 orphans who have been identified by the Ndzevane Primary School as particularly vulnerable. The children leave each workshop with big smiles on their faces, singing the songs we teach them and teaching others the games that we play. Every afternoon, I drive Tesibusiso, Thobile, Sibusio, and Ndumiso home blaring Brenda Fassie or Mapaputsi and dancing the whole way. Banele and other children who live by visit our guesthouse to learn how to ride the unicycle from Mattias Michael, and SIbongile. Though it isn't the main focus of our work, these few moments of relaxed play are just as meaningful for the children, especially when many live in child-led households without any parents or role models to look up to.
In the caregiver workshops, we are fortunate to have 18 dedicated women who volunteer in LDS's Neighborhood Care Points - centers of support for orphans and vulnerable. When we are not performing, our mornings are spent playing simple children's games with them, doing trust and sensation exercises, and telling stories to awaken a sense of play and connection with chidren. Thebile, our LDS partner, says that the practical aspect of our workshop is much more useful than other more theoretical training. "They can take what you teach them back to their NCPs and use it straight away," she exclaimed once after a morning workshop. To give you a taste of what goes on in these workshops, here's a story that one of our caregivers told us when exploring stories that our grandparents told us when we were children. Hope you enjoy!
Makoti Ne Inyoni - The Bride and the Bird
(translated from Siswati by Sibongile and adapted by Jamie)
Kwasuka Sukela, Once upon a time there was a family. In this family there lived a Makoti, or new bride, and Mamezala, her mother-in-law. They lived in a village where there was no water so if they wanted any they had to walk a very long distance from their home. It is traditional that the Makoti's chore is to bring the water for the family to cook, clean, and drink. Everyday, she would wake up early in the morning when the sun began to rise in order to fetch the water very, very far away. Sometimes, when she reached the place where the water was supposed to be, there was none left.
One day, she woke up early as usual and began to walk to the water. On the way, she met a big beautiful bird. This bird asked her what she was looking for. Makoti replied that she was looking for water but couldn't find any. So the bird said, "If I give you water, are you going to tell anybody at home where you found it?" Makoti said, "No, no. I won't tell anyone. I promise." And so the the bird taught her a special song that she should sing whenever she wanted water:
Ngiyinoile Lenyoni Lenkulu
Lengaka Bohlezi Bahlezi Bahleli Entabeni
Ngabona Tiganga Tibekelele
Tibekelele Tibekelele
(I've seen a big bird
The bird of the mountains
From the dry place
Tibekelele...)
Suddenly, out of the bird's mouth, water flowed like a stream! It was pure and clear, tasting delicious. Makoti filled her bottles and buckets up and thanked the bird for his kindness. As she started to return home, the bird sang a warning song to her:
Ungabobatshela Lababa Sekhaya Ekahya
Ukuthi Uyiboniwe Lenyoni Enkulu
Lengaka Bohlezi Bahlezi Bahleli Entabeni
Ngabona Tiganga Tibekelele
Tibekelele Tibekelele
(Don't tell anyone at home
that you have seen the big bird,
The big bird of the mountains
from the dry place)
When she went home, everyone asked her where did she get the water. Makoti only replied that "I found it very far away where I always get the water." Everyday, she did the same thing. She would wake up early in the morning and walk for a distance to where she had met the bird. Then she would sing the song, receive water from the bird's mouth, and return home will full buckets of water. It went on like this for a long time and Makoti became well-liked and respected by the community. This made Mamezala, her mother-in-law, very jealous.
One day, she was talking to Mamezala. "Please tell me how you get the water," Mamezala begged her, "I won't tell anyone else." Because it was her mother-in-law, Makoti felt that she needed to listen to her and forgot about the bird's warning. She told her everything. Well what do you think happened next? Mamezala went and told the entire village! She said there was a magical bird that we should catch so we can have water here and not depend on Makoti to find it.
The very next day, all the men in the village gathered their weapons - knives, knobkerries, and spears - anything that was dangerous. They followed Makoti to the place where she used to meet the bird and hid behind rocks and in the grass. When Makoti started to sing her song, the bird flew to her to give her water. At that moment, all the men jumped out and killed the bird. Makoti cried but could do nothing to save her friend. And so from that day, there has never been enough water in this part of Swaziland.
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