Susie, Phil and my work placements ended with the end of June and for the month of July we were able to travel around South Africa and Swaziland with our country reps, Joan and James. The weeks of travel were a time to visit and volunteer at other MCC partners in different areas of the country and get a feel for the other regions that we didn’t live in this year. It was an amazing two and a half weeks, a time of reflection on the year, continued engagement in the culture and saying goodbye to the country we now call home.
Our longest stay and main volunteer placement during this time was with the Desmond Tutu Centre 4 Leadership (‘C4L’) outside of Nelspruit, Mpumalanga. MCC was helping run an English Acquisition camp for eighteen grade 10 and 11 students and boy was it ever an experience!
Upon first arrival the camp seemed very much like the camps that we’re use to in Canada. I know that many of you readers have worked at kids camps before (perhaps at Silver Lake!) so picture the type of camp that you grew up with or have worked at and, at first glance, this was much the same. C4L was situated in a rural setting, lots of trees, canvas tents, an outdoor eating and gathering spot, and initiative structures like an obstacle course and a rock wall. But this camp had some African cultural twists that took us off guard.
As North Americans we love our structure. I was so happy when the leaders gave us a print out of the week’s schedule detailing the times of each session. However, due to the concept of African time, I don’t think there was one day that followed this schedule. In Africa, things just happen when they happen and we had to learn to go with the flow of the camp. For instance the first morning we had devotions with all the staff at 7am but then the next day the staff just wasn’t there until almost 8am. Then breakfast was late because we ran out of propane to cook with so the whole schedule was pushed back. Lunch would be half an hour longer than the schedule said and then the sessions in the afternoon would get switched around because the man leading the arts workshop just didn’t show up. What a North American nightmare!
However, the kids and staff had an excellent way of dealing with delays and holdups. All of the students belonged to an afterschool choir and whenever we had to wait for something to start they would all simply start singing and dancing to pass the time. We have to wait between spelling bee rounds? No worries, just sing and dance! We have to wait for dinner to be served? Just sing and dance! No program set out for Sunday morning? Just sing and dance! Our MCC team quickly adapted to this different approach and adopted a saying whenever something didn’t go just right; when in doubt, dance.
This laidback culture was incredibly refreshing and it made me look more critically at how we run things back home. All this free time spent dancing really broke down walls between people and allowed time for us to make amazing connections with the students. A relaxed schedule is much less stressful and I found myself laughing and smiling way more than I usually do, all the while searching out friendships with these new people. The kids may have been practicing their English skills, but for the most part we were communicating through the international language of dance.
Now I am tempted to say that the highlight of the week was the plethora of guava trees in the camp and how, whenever we were hungry, we could just pick a ripe guava to munch on. However, the highlight came in a very different form. I was unfortunately not present for this conversation but it was described to me afterwards. Phil had been speaking with Lwazi, a 20 year old Swazi South African who was one of the tent leaders at camp and whom we all made very good friends with over the week. He said to Phil, ‘I wish you guys weren’t Canadian.’ Phil was puzzled by this and asked what Lwazi meant. ‘I mean I wish you were South African.’ Phil responded, ‘why is that?’ ‘Because you treat us differently than the white South Africans, you treat us like we’re people.’
This resonated with me very strongly over the next couple of days as I looked back over our week at C4L and also back over my year away. After a year of learning about the history of this country one can be very angry and depressed about what has happened to the marginalized races. However, anger doesn’t build bridges, relationships do. Although our Canadian culture and that of the C4L staff were very different we were able to create long lasting friendships, enjoy active activities together, and engage in very interesting conversation, laughing and dancing all the while. Lwazi’s statement has meant so much to me because that is whatMCCis here to do, to break down stereotypes and to build bridges that span racial and cultural gaps. It is my hope and prayer that one day there would be no racial pigeon-holes, no type casts or labels in South Africa. That all groups would remove the lenses in which they view the world and see each other for who they really are, simply people and simply equal.