Sheer panic. I darted across the tile floor, my iPhone flashlight illuminating the five-inch blur of legs behind me. My kitten slid after it. I shrieked. My cat pounced. The camel spider scuttled across my floor unharmed. Welcome to the Peace Corps. Camel spiders, also […]
I met her at the soccer field next to the primary school. She stared at me with big, bright eyes. “You are China and lekgoa,” she said. I laughed uneasily, surprised. I live in a rural village in Botswana. It’s common for children to greet […]
“Winter is coming.” I never understood the allusion. Freshman year, my math professor warned me of the Rochester, New York snow season. “You don’t know Rochester winters,” he said smirking. “Winter is coming.” I get the joke, now. I watched Game of Thrones for the […]
“I, Leah Nason, promise to serve alongside the people of Botswana. I promise to share my culture with an open heart and an open mind. I promise to foster an understanding of the people of Botswana with creativity, cultural sensitivity, and respect. I will face […]
I committed to 27 months in a country I had never visited. I must be crazy. I’m the only American in my small, rural village. I’m learning how to navigate cultural differences in the workplace, live with spotty cell service, and ride crowded, stuffy combis […]
1. On Family Laone Masilo. Ke bidiwa Laone Masilo. Rrapretty and Mmapretty Masilo call me their child, their ngwana. We were strangers, but now I can’t imagine my life at site without them. We spend nights outside on the veranda, conversation easy. No rush. Me […]
I walk 1.6 kilometers to pre-service training (PST) each morning. Red sand sticks to my feet. My black TOMS are covered in a perpetual coating of dust. I pass by donkeys, chickens, and children shouting hello, “Dumela.” On the main road, taxis beep, asking if I need a lift. The sun shines brightly over yellow fields.
I’ve been in Botswana for one month now. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is my life.
After a 15-hour flight and an eight-hour layover, I am officially an American in Botswana. I’ve been in Botswana for three full days. So far I have… Visited a local mall. Opened a bank account. Ate polenta. Learned Setswana survival phrases while preparing to live […]
I started packing. My things have taken over the spare bedroom in my parents’ house. Clothes scattered across the floor. Electronic wires and adapters dropped haphazardly on the plush carpet. A pan. Two paring knifes. Two journals. A kindle. My favorite pair of wedges. I […]
I leave the United States in approximately four months and I’m terrified. I’m terrified of leaving my friends, my family, Burger King fries dipped in ketchup. (Is there a Burger King in Botswana?) I’m terrified of graduating college, leaving the place, but more importantly the […]