What does one do when the world changes them? I say throw down a uno reverse. This trip has brought burdened tears and gleeful joy. These moments will be left in vain. Actions ripple like a rock skidding through the water, main plot points each with multiple effects. I think this was a necessary trip to bend beliefs of the world. I suppose what I have to say is be kind to people, venture out, and absorb the moment. The world can be dark whether you make it so or someone else does. You have to be a light for yourself before you can for other people. People, good or evil, love them, hate them, all have a choice to make. Make that choice to step forward.
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You know, I ponder why people teach. Little kids, adorable but everything is slowed down. Middle schoolers, do I even have explain? High schooler, we would square up too often. College age, alright but that’s so-much schooling. You see how much I’m complaining and making excuses right? So who would have thought I absolutely loved teaching teachers?! My goodness, they were so open minded and happily involved. My heart swelled with pride watching them use our Story Based Learning in front of everyone to tell their stories. Teaching is a selfless job. It’s not about money, though that is nice, it’s about making new beginnings to create a better future. If everyone was this receptive, the world would be different. Something to be proud of. My teacher students, I love you! Today we worked alongside Azizi Life to experience the regular day in their village of Muhanga/Ruhanga. This was one of the days I anticipated the most. Back in the states I’m not nearly as active in adult life as I’d like to be. With the wonderful women in charge, we worked hard to prepare our meals, get water, garden, dance, and do crafts. The simple things mean the most in the long run.
Here we are~ Mid morning, the day restarts Here we are Sweet elders elope us in love Where drums beat, petals fly A thoughtfully made welcome sign Here we are We unite in a circle Our love now unbreakable We shall feast on the first beat Sweet potato skins paint the floor A bucket of greens soak Beans boiling in the kitchen One by one, side by side Preparation propels Here we are ‘A long walk to a water’ Half an hour crawls by A muzungu I may be, But who could tell by the way I carried the water jug on my head Straight spine, soft knees What we did mattered Here we are Sweet life, continuing as we love it It’s time to give anew, we clean the weeds And nurture small plants to sprout Here we are After lunch we rejoice Back in our circle We dance, in pairs Signifying our connection Bracelets to wear and cherish Here we are We fall sad with our host Time, indeed was against us Hugs and kisses and waves We depart but our moments Freeze in time We were here. Grieve‘Let our thoughts and actions bring you peace
Though your body rest, souls forever soar The sickly red moss grows old Like they never could The color of dried blood Holding their memories of what once was An unwavering pit in my stomach I cannot understand it Is it terror? Is it mine? Or an echo of theirs left behind? I can barely walk No longer on auto pilot I’m a conscious pilot Traversing through modes of ambivalence Bodies on bodies, that’s how they were and Still how they are There is hope on the other side Learning, cheers and screams Not of fear but of joy The eye of the storm The next generation Peace grows with them, being roots that will never stop’ I sat and breathed next to their killers. No hatred. I saw a glimpse of how many caskets they filled. I still could not feel hatred. It (hatred) is not an answer, solution or the problem. The passive killer is letting society stop you from being yourself. Lost souls hurt souls. |
AuthorAnisa Parsons. I major in Hospitality and Tourism and minor in Philosophy. I’m from Watervliet, NY. ArchivesCategories |