Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Soft lavatory paper
Although the cold showers were bearable in the humid weather, I was shocked by stories from people in the rural parts of Burundi that rotten teeth are removed with the use of a hammer and nail and with regards to the lavatory paper, well, no complaints there but I've learnt a lot about handling a torch, a roll of toilet paper and a long drop in the dark of night!
It was truly an amazing trip which triggered a lot of half-formed ideas and latent dreams about things I might want to start doing with my life in terms of East and southern Africa, research and peace education. I'm sure all this will unfold in due course.
On the theme of travel, Arthur is covering a series of travel tips, the first is be quiet ("no need to broadcast to everyone where you flew from, that this is your first time to Africa, or what you ate for lunch"), the second is around packing light and yesterdays addition was exercise. Perhaps my tip would be to make friends. I've found that the friends I've made at airports or while on public transport have often come in handy later on in the journey, especially when traveling in East Africa! What are your travel tips?
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Borra Borra
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
In the news!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Reconciliation Conference
This past weekend has been chaotic but also very fruitful. Sarah and I arrived Thursday at 4am and left our hosts home at 11am for the days events. We attended a celebration at a Psychiatric Day Care centre, where Shalom has been training staff in nonviolent communication. Mentally and physically disabled children sang and danced for us, the staff put on a play illustrating what they had learned and we had a tour of the surprisingly well-equipped centre. Miss Kigali was also present, along with journalists from well known radio stations and newspaprs, so it was quite an event!
From here we went on to a secondary school where I ran a training session on nonviolent discipline. Teachers told me the average class had fifty students (and we complain in South Africa when here are forty in a class!). They seemed a motivated, committed group of teachers and we talked through some of the challenges with regards to the practical implications of alternatives to authoratative discipline models.
On Friday we spend the day in Rwamagana where we held a mini conference with forty leaders of the Rwamagana district (this is a rural area about an hour from Kigali). I spoke about storytelling and reconciliation which I think was less relevant to them than the other pertinent topics of forgiveness where some passionate debate took place around how we actually forgive and what the implications are.
On Saturday we went back to Rwamagana for Shalom's major PREST (Peace and Reconciliation through Song and Theatre) event. A choir that my colleague, Basabose, has been training in reconciliation performed an entire self-produced program on reconciliation, with songs and plays all related to the process of reconciliation in Rwanda. It was really quite remarkable and I could well imagine this sixty-strong choir touring the world with their heart rendering stories from genocide related experiences, followed by songs they themselves have written about unity and forgiveness. The choir is made up of people that would have been on opposite sides of the conflict which adds to their powerfl testimony. We also showed some movie clips on reconciliation which pulled in a crowd of some thousand people!
We spent the night at a guesthouse in Rwamagana, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast on Sunday morning, followed by a church service at a Pentecostal church, where Basabose preached on our need to be bringers of peace, bringing a gospel of reconciliation. What moved me during the service was that when the collection was taken many of these villagers brought the best of their produce (peanuts, cow grass, vegetables, sugarcane) rather than money. Rather suprisingly, these items were then auctioned off to the highest bidder at the end of the service!
On Sunday afternoon we held the Shalom Board meeting and by the end of the evening we were all tired through and through! This morning I slept in though, and enjoyed breakfast on the verandah of my hosts house, in the lovely Kigali climate with birds all around. It is truly beautiful and I am so happy to be here. Perhaps at a later stage I may have time for more than a mere run down of my activities!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Travels
My travel companian, Sarah, and I will arrive in Kigali at 5:30am on Thursday and in the afternoon I'll be running a two-hour training session for teachers at a secondary school on nonviolent discipline in schools. Even though it feels a bit hectic to be doing something like that after our badly timed flight, I'm looking forward to seeing how some of the principles I've been applying in the South African context pan out in the Rwandan context.
On Friday, I'll be attending a conference on reconciliation hosted by Shalom, Educating for Peace, where I'll give a talk on Storytelling as a means of healing and reconciliation. Again, this is a good opportunity to see how ideas I've been working on in my PhD thesis will pan out with a live audience. I'll focus on reconciliation in the South Africa context, though, leaving some room for application into other contexts.
The rest of the time in Kigali should be somewhat more low key and we'll travel through to Burundi the following Thursday. In Burundi we'll be spending time with Youth for Christ, where we'll probably get to spend a significant amount of time at their orphanage.
I hope to have internet access to be able to update this blog with my travels. But if not, I'll be sure to fill everyone in when I get back!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Sinner or The Dancer
One day there was girl who loved to dance. But she knew that dancing was a terrible sin. Some nights, while lying in bed she could not sleep for the twitching of her body, and furtively she would crawl out of bed and dance in the silence of her room. Afterwards, she would feel wracked with guilt and shame and the next morning she would come before God on her knees, pleading that she might be forgiven.
Sometimes she would walk past night clubs, those dens of the devil, and hear the thump, thump of the music and her feet would involuntarily start moving to the beat. Her body ached to dance. But again and again the voice from the pulpit had made it undeniably clear that dancing was a sin. How she struggled with this sin! How she would repent of this sin and beg that God would release her from it. How she longed for this thorn in her flesh to be removed. It was an endless, exhausting cycle of sin, repentance, turning over a new leaf and then falling into sin once more.
But then things started to change. Some new people joined her congregation and said that dancing was okay. She started discovering that there were others in her church that liked to dance. In fact, she caught more and more people dancing in public! One day one of the upstanding members of her church invited the whole church to his wedding. To her surprise, at the reception there was a dance floor, and couple after couple of her God-fearing community were moving onto the floor and dancing to the music! Very nervously and shyly she made her way to the floor. Her stomach was in knots with fear and desire. In a dark corner, she started to tap her feet and bob her body. The relief was unimaginable. Before she knew it, she was taken away by the music and lost herself in the rhythm all around her. As she danced the night away, a deep joy filled her being and for a moment she thought she sensed God dancing with her.
Are there sins we hold before God in guilt and shame, that we struggle with endlessly, that trip us up in exhausting cycles of repentance and forgiveness that one day we may find are not sins at all? I’m starting to feel like I’d like to dance a little more…
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Amahoro Gathering Overview
Some of the highlights for me were encountering Adrian Vlok, previous minister of Law and Order during the Apartheid regime, hearing from Paul Verryn, the Methodist pastor who has opened his church doors and now has some 3000 homeless people sleeping in his building every night and being challenged by Rene August to speak out as a woman, emotionally and vulnerably, as my contribution to reforming my community.
But perhaps more than any of the stirring talks, I appreciated all the spontaneous conversations I had with Kenyans, Burundians, Ugandans, Rwandans, Zimbabweans, Australians, Americans and South Africans I would normally not speak to. These conversations, normally over meals, were more transformational than any planned event at Amahoro. Melanie Lorenz has blogged about the 'ministry of presence' which describes best what I hold onto the most from this Gathering. I'm sure to write more about all of this over time but in the meantime, here are just some of the links to Amahoro related blog posts for the interested:
- Steve Hayes at Emerging Africa has blogged about an Amahoro synchroblog here.
- Melanie Lorenz, an apprentice at Nieu Communities, Pangani has blogged about the Ministry of Presence and about the legacy the West left Africa. Here she mentions Brian MacLaren's reference to the 'haves' and have-nots', something that stayed deeply with me as well.
- Joe Reed from the same community blogged about his impressions of the Gathering here.
- Tom Smith blogged about being white and African.
- Cobus van Wyngaard blogged about Adrian Vlok (in Afrikaans) and about his personal transformation due to Amahoro here.
- Mark Riessen from Australia blogged about the Amahoro Context.
