Wednesday, February 23, 2011

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

So I was walking to school today with a group of small children as my entourage. They were singing a song and scampering around as children do. I joined in occasionally on their singing, if only for the fit of giggles it produced.

Halfway to school, I glanced down at my outfit—a gray skirt, white button-up shirt and black shoes. I looked down at the child holding my hand and then up at the umbrella in my other hand. Suddenly, it hit me. My eyes bugged out and I mentally yelled:

“Oh my god, I’m Mary Poppins!”


I cannot wait to cruise around with my magical umbrella. I am positive it's in the mail and on the way. I've proven myself worthy.

This works like Hogwarts, right?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

How YOU Can Make a Difference

Hear ye, hear ye! Gather round, good people. I am pleased to announce that I am once again running the Longtom half marathon to raise money for a very praiseworthy scholarship.

As some of you may recall, I took on this challenge last year and managed to not only stay alive after 21 km, but to also help the KLM Foundation send a child to a wonderful high school.

What is the KLM Foundation, you may ask? It’s a foundation, started by two former Peace Corps volunteers, which sponsors a child each year to attend Uplands College, a very prestigious high school. Several of my friends personally visited this high school a few months ago and were blown away by its quality and by the recipients of this scholarship. Check out their website: http://www.klm-foundation.org/

I normally am not a fan of asking people for money, but, especially after my friends’ testimonies, I am 100% confident that this money will directly and very positively impact a child’s life. To be given the opportunity of high quality education is still rare in South Africa and will provide even more opportunities for that child in the future.

If for the past year and a half you have been wishing you could help me out in some way, this is how you can! Even just very small donations of $5 or $10 would be much appreciated.

Interested? This is how it’s done:

Method 1: Online

1. Go to the KLM Foundation website http://www.klm-foundation.org/
2. Click on the Donate photo in the upper right corner.
3. This opens up a secure https connection for people to donate.
4. Make sure that you put down my name in the Longtom Marathon field (I have to raise a minimum of $100)

Method 2: Check

1.Make a check out to Kgwale Le Mollo (US)
2.Add a sticky note stating which PCV (ME) you sponsoring
3.Mail to:

KLM Foundation (US)
c/o Bowen Hsu
461 So. Bonita Avenue
Pasendena, CA 91107



If you have any questions, comment on this post or send me an email!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

FROG INVASION

My latest foray with African wildlife has been a strong and steady invasion of frogs. 'Tis the season, because just like last year they loiter about our yard like it’s the school playground and every day I somehow end up with at least one frog in my house. I’m well aware of this problem and during critical time periods (morning and evening) I am extra-cautious.

Now unless there are flying tadpoles here, the only way they can get into the house is through my one and only door. So especially during the evening, I am careful to check surrounding areas before quickly opening the door and slipping inside. Once inside my house I do a second quick scan for any stow-aways. When satisfied, I go about my business. But it then it happens—I sit down to read my book or work on the computer and all is well for a minute or two. Suddenly, I hear it: a gentle “plop plop. Plop plop.” Out of the corner of my eye I see the webbed miscreant self-righteously hopping across my floor.

That’s when the dance begins. I grab the nearest pot or bowl and stealthily make my way towards the amphibious devil. Now the big and fat ones are no prize catch—they can be nabbed with one sure stroke. But the little ones, now the little ones are trickier. Fast little buggers, they are always one hop ahead of my pot. They spring under chairs and behind wardrobes with deft evasive maneuvers. They’re too good…

So one of two things happen. I either think one hop ahead of the frog and nab him or, occasionally, I get so frustrated after chasing after a tiny frog for an absurd amount of time that I give up and go to bed, leaving my unwanted roommate in peace. Then every so often in the night I hear a soft “plop plop…plop plop…” as the intruder goes along his merry way. The next morning I am refreshed and full of vengeance. The hunt resumes.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Compliments

Besides “Happy New Year,” a common phrase to bring in the New Year in South Africa is “Compliments” or the full “Compliments on the new season.” So compliments to everyone! The next time someone says “Compliments!” to me, though, I’ve decided to respond along the lines of “You look dashing in that hat, sir” or “Is that a new pair of blue coveralls?” or “You look just like Beyonce.”



It’s 2011! How did that happen? My December holidays were great. Highlights from my trip with my mom include:

-petting lions and jaguars. One kept on nibbling my arm.
-visiting Robben Island, where Nelson Mandela spent most of his imprisonment.
-getting lost around the Cape of Good Hope only to end up having lunch on the side of a hill with a breathtaking ocean view


Highlights from Christmas at the beach with friends:

-doing
-absolutely
-nothing

That’s a lie. But extreme relaxation did indeed occur.


Highlights from New Years in the city of Durban:

-Bunny Chow: not chopped up bunnies, my friends, but rather delicious curry inside of a 1/3 of a loaf of bread. Delicious.
-Bringing in the new year with friends
-participating in a dolphin show at an aquarium (being the only adult in a group of 9 to do so)



Now it’s back to my village and back to school! But it feels odd this time: I won’t be here for the whole school year. While my service doesn’t end until September, the end seems fast approaching. That’s just weird. But right now, it's time to focus on life here. And at the moment, that means bean tacos thanks to my wonderful brother who sent me black beans. I even splurged and bought cheese. Woohoo!