Thursday, September 27, 2012

Circles

All things will come full circle. Why do we think that is?
The journey's never always smooth, not mine, not yours, not his.
The life we live is full of turns and unexpected choices
So choose your best and don't get stressed by all those other voices.
I purpose we say instead my friend life has a certain angle.
While some obtuse and some acute, a round life 'twill surely mangle.
A circle as a shape is fine, as a journey harmful thinking.
The road we walk is difficult, full of bends and kinking.
Rather than anticipate the shape that we will wander,
why not walk first  then look back to ponder.
All things will come full circle, to me it sounds bizzare
I prefer to break from the mould and shoot off to a far.
If all things come full circle we end where we begin.
We meet back at the start to run the race again.
The track is old and worn you see so look beyond the curve
there's more out there than whats ahead to these new woods let's swerve.

Hut Writing



Two Lonely Words


How many men before me have come
across the same questionas I have just done.
A question of life, A question of death
this question could change how you take your next breath.
A question of hope a question of doubt
a question whose answer may not come about.
If planning the future or caught in the past
you'll remain in the shadow this question has cast.
Two lonely words, if stuck in the brain
are more than enough to drive eyou insane.
Two lonely words control all my thoughts.
Two lonely words have me tied up in knots.
Two lonely words can ruin your life.
Two lonely words can cut like a knife.
Which two words can scare a man stiff?
I'll ask you right now, dear reader, What if? 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

This one's for you

It's an odd feeling to leacve a friend,
Uncertain if you'll meet again.
Wonder if notes you'll send,
Or if this really is the end.
Their shoulder, to you, they'd gladly lend
Your toughest problems they'd easily mend
This was not a passing trend,
Eachother you'd both defend.
Adventures had need not pretend
My deepest thanks I do extend
Once together we did blend,
Now apart, I miss you friend.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hello world!

I'm down in Lusaka now. Just had my fun little fall off the bike. I got to seee my first Zambian hospital and was pleasantly surprised.  I got right in and stiched up.  Now, I'm waiting for a  CT scan in the morning to make sure I'm not broken on the inside.  Just a few bumps and brusies on the outside.

Besides all that.... Life is great!  Work in the village is picking up, as I now have two groups of lessons in my village and am working on two more groups about 15km on either side of me. I'm glad to see all the interest in fish farming. So as long as they are willing to learn, I'm willing to teach.

Last week we had a "block party" all the farmers from my district met up and showed their vegetables they have grown for the season. Pretty fun thing. Kinda like the Puyallup fair or something.  I got to see all the groups from my village show off all there goods. A few womens groups, savings groups and some individual competitors from my Village. Fun stuff.  I like harvest time,  there are a lot of hard working and happy faces around.

It works out well for everybody, I get the mornings to read all the fun stuff taht I never had time for in school and in the afternoons, when all the villagers come back from the fields, I get to give lessons and go to the market and chat with my neighbors. I get to go to the school as well and help teach classes or just sit in and learn.  I think I'm about 30ish books down and for the last two months have been getting into Nietzsche a lot!

Sooo my writing, I suppose reflects it a bit.

Funny how whenever I'm around a computer that has decent internet I never have any of my notes or stories from the village with me. Next time I'll have to make a note to bring down some of my stuff with me.

Soooo for the time being here ya go:

14.5.2012

Everything's hopeless, the world's full of doubt
I stop now to think that's what life's all about
A series of stuggles, a painting of pain
We work our whole lives, what's really to gain?
We prepare in our youth, we look to tomorrow
But, this veil hides the truth a lifetime of sorrow.
We study, we learn, we work like a slave
Is it for a bright future or just a race to the grave?
We beat daily battles to bring one more day
but this outlook on life invites more dismay.
Forcasting hadtimes and problems ahead
our woes never leave us except when we're dead
Sitting, waiting for the next day to come
In hopes for a life where our stuggles are none
We surrender our youth to be more productive
and dream of a time when leisure's seductive.
But, what of right now, what of today?
I take a deep breath, let my pains fly away.
Won't dwell on tomorrow, won't waste my whole life
won't run with the crowd, the future's their strife.
I'll rise from among them, I'll stand up and say
You fight for tomorrow and I'll live for today.



I think I may take up writing as my next favorite thing of the day


16.5.2012\

Eyes
Judging Eyes
Whose Judging Eyes
Whose Judging Eyes passing by
on the ground or in the sky
pressure grows from Judging Eyes
Stress too much, causing lies
what's with all the Judging Eyes
Worthless feelings on the rise
caused by all the Judging Eyes
Seeing through my disguise
laughter cries from Judging Eyes
Nothing more but my demise
thanks to all the Judging Eyes
With one last look, to my surprise
all that's there are my own
restless, weary
Judging Eyes



Monday, April 9, 2012

Hello there Everybody,


Seems like its been a long time since the last post. Maybe 7 months?! So I suppose the rundown. Since training completed in October I have been living in the Northern Province of Zambia in Kaka Village with the Mambwe people. In the village I live on the Family compound of the headman. It's really pleasant out there, despite all the rain. My village is about 65 km outside of the nearest town and 63 of it is on dirt, sand and mud road. Once out in my village there are most of the things that I need for basic survival. It was fun to think that back in the states, back in college, that I need so little to get by. Some food, clothes and frineds to got out with. But here things get put into perspective for you. Back there we had power, cars, running water, heat on command, and a house that doesn't leak. Now living here one can see how little you really do need to get by. Daily life here ensues with waking ith the sun at about 5 hours. I watch the sun come up over the mountain and enjoy a book while looking out my mini window in the hut. I read for a few hours after that and start my fire to heat some tea/ bathing water. Round noon the family will call me over and we'll eat some lunch, shima, beans and some sort of other side, leaves, veg, meat, fish, insects and I'll eat with the men while the mom and kids eat outside in the kitchen. After that I'll head to the market, about 10 min walk from the hut, and sit with whoever is there practicing language and trying to get the word out on fish farming. I'll mozy over to the school and hang out with the kids for a while. They enjoy is beyond anything, as do I. I'll sit in a classroom and sit among the kids working on whatever they are working on and help the teacher however possible. We have built a basketball court out back so I am now teaching them how to play. They love it. It gives them a chance to practice english with somebody who is not their teacher. I'll come back home when the sun starts to fade away and I'll make some popcorns with my little brothers and their friends. I bring out the book and they teach me language. They are the best for that because the little one will repeat any word for me untill I get it with never getting frustrated like an adult. We get along great. We eat and at about 20 hours I'm back in the hut to read some more and fall asleep.


The program I'm with is developing fish farming in the area. Since being there I've seen that it isn't a high priority of the farmers. So half the battle is convincing them this is a good switch to make. Though the govt. will subsidize their maize so why would a farmer leave from that. Fish farming is more that what it sounds at face value. We, Peace Corps, promotes a system of Integrated Farming which incorporates fish ponds, gardens, agro-forestry, bees, animal husbandry and composting. Where each element in the system grows for the benefit of something else. It is a really great system with limitless possibilities for growth. It supports the families with fresh vegitables and a source of protein that they can give to the kids. Since malnutrition is a large problem among the young ones. Myself included. Slowly, some of the farmers are coming around and willing to give this a try. It is really nice to see these farmers trying something new when uncertainty and failure would lead to a detrimental loss for the family. If the farms don't turn out, and they didn't grow maize then they have no income for the year. Leading to no food and not being able to pay school fees for the small chaps. It is a bold change for the farmers but a good one in the long run.


The people of my village are amazing. There is a high number of English speaking people since the village is on the upswing of development. We have an Upper Basic School, market, clinic and World Vision office right in the center of town. This is nice because there are many pathways I can venture down to help the village. For when the farmers are busy in the field I can become active with the school to help teach english. Or I can go to World Vision and work to start an HIV/AIDS workshop. Recently I've started a group for school drop outs to teach them business. Since most of them will go on to own little, what they call, tuckshops. Essentially stands on the side of the road that sell Coke, cookies, pens and other randome thigns. I think this will help the ones who don't finish school to help them with other ventures. Besides, it's business, it's fun, it's what I studied.


That is a solid little overview of what I have got going on for myself out here.


I will be able to write more in the future, maybe tell some little anecdotes about the oddities of life out here. I promise, there are many.


Untill later friends


Cheers!