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
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
