The Campers Are Coming! The Americans Came!

This week was a flurry of activity and fun as preparations began in earnest for the 50 AIDS orphans and vulnerable children that will arrive at Mountain High this week for “Camp Be a Hero”. The children are coming from 5 local villages for psycho-social support, group bonding and recreation. The camp is free to the children and has been financed by a grant from the US (PEPFAR), community volunteer contributions, and the NGO backing the Hospital. The children will participate in workshops dealing with lifeskills and their social needs in the morning; handcrafts, team building and recreation in the afternoon. One week of support seems like a band-aid approach to the problem of losing one’s parents to AIDS but the intent is to empower the children and follow-up after the camp.

South Africa is home to 500 new AIDS orphans every day. Over 2 million men and women have died of AIDS in South Africa with most being in their prime parenting and working years. This problem will continue to plague the country until a cure or vaccine is found. ARV therapy is starting to become available which would prolong productive life but access to the drugs requires an HIV test. Many adults are in denial and worry about stigma if they are tested so they refuse.

The Ubuntu spirit in Africa (community caring) mandates that the orphans remain in the village with the grandmothers (gogos) or other relatives stepping in to provide care. The unfortunate problem is that in many households only the gogos remain and the children become the head of household with the entire family dependent on the gogo’s pension. AIDS is truly a social problem as well as medical tragedy.

The plan for the camp involves moving the OVCS into the boy’s boarding school dormitory, which has been vacated due to the teacher’s strike. We worried last week about the boys returning to the dorm if the strike was settled, leaving the campers homeless. The news this week is that no settlement is eminent and the students will not return until the new term starts in July. The next problem was constructing recreation and challenge equipment for the campers. Brendon and I had an interesting shopping trip to town to buy poles and ropes for the challenge course with the tall poles attached to the roof of the pickup for the trip back up the mountain. The truck was loaded with soccer balls, nets, crayons, craft supplies, and liters of catsup for games. (Who knows what the camp director has planned)!

After one year of living on the mountain with only Zulus for company, two groups of Americans arrived this week. On Monday the NGO that runs the hospital sent 8 American college students to Mountain High to assist with preparations for the camp and get a whiff of life in a mission hospital. On Monday night the Bonds went to the chapel to meet the American students. My heart welled with emotion as I entered and saw their distinctly American faces. They laughed and joked as we introduced ourselves. “How about them Dodgers?” (I thought to myself) as here were people who could understand my humor and accent. Although they were from the Midwest and I am a Californian, I felt this intense bond and familiarity with the kids. They looked, talked and acted like home and I am homesick for my kids. These kids had a work ethic and volunteer spirit. By the next day they had put together the craft program for the camp and were busy learning Zulu beading. They participated in Tuesday Bingo which was hilarious with a crowd of 40 Zulu patients and American college students. Both groups were keen on winning and the stakes were high. Each group presented a song and joined in bingo silliness.

Ironically, a group of 6 Peace Corps volunteers arrived the next day for a pajama party at the Bond’s. Almost 20 Americans in this obscure corner of the universe-what to think? The PC volunteers stopped by on their way to the game preserves and St. Lucia on the coast. It was fun to exchange stories and hear about their sites and experiences. I compared the two groups of Americans in my mind and realized that the Peace Corps volunteers had changed in the course of a year. The idealism of our first weeks together had mellowed into realism about their impact and discussion of more mundane issues such as how to live and travel on the Peace Corps budget. The warts of NGO’s and government programs become apparent after working inside of them for a year. The loneliness, discomforts, sacrifices and isolations of the posts take their toll on the enthusiasm and altruistic spirit that we knew during our initial training. However, the giddy volunteer spirit has given way to a more mature stance and a commitment to complete the task, whatever that is or might become over the next year. Although I feel an intense bond with the PC volunteers, they did not move my emotions like the college students. Perhaps the college students represented the place where I was at one time or the Americans that I would like to know. Perhaps they stand for what is good about America- the willingness to go 12,000 miles on a plane, jump off and immediately start helping with a positive can do spirit. We offered one girl a chance to use the internet but she declined saying that she could not accept a privilege that her friends could not access.

The 6 Peace Corps volunteers had dinner and spent the night in our flat. It was challenging (and fun) to cook for 8 people (plus 3 local residents who turned out for the party). Guacamole, (made by a PCV) Homemade Pizza, Spaghetti, Salad and Chocolate Chip cookies for desert. (The chocolate chips were a unique find in Durban). Then the shuffle to find floor space for the bodies and breakfast the next morning. Dishes and utensils just barely made the grade. Not the same evening as dinner parties at home but very special and memorable. At 7 am the hospital workers showed up at the office door so all bodies had to be neatly stored away and order returned. It was a great evening and a true pleasure to communicate with people that have had this unique experience.