Monday, January 24, 2011

Images of Community Service

As promised, here are some pictures of last month's Community Service project--building a sustainable garden for a needy family to use as food and sell for support.


Like all activities in Botswana, it is started with a prayer


A lot of sun and not much shade



OK these furrows are now EXACTLY 27 centimeters apart


The irrigation system


Kgosi resting


Erecting the shade cover





Next Friday and monthly thereafter, there will be another project, but we don't know the nature of it until that day

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Reporting the New Year


     As in all of Botswana, everyone goes home and stops working from mid-December until mid- January. It is really quite amazing, as offices are closed or work with skeleton staffs.  A lot of the government employees take extended leave time, as much as five or six weeks if they have accumulated it. We at the Khronicle wanted to be culturally sensitive so we stopped publishing for a while.

     Okay........ okay.......... for purposes of transparency and full disclosure, the paper did not come out because Kgosi was just recently released from a Swedish prison where he had been feloniously incarcerated on a trumped up charge of having "carnal knowledge" of two underage primates. As Kgosi repeatedly told the Interpol authorities, he never knew the first orangutan and in the second case, the bar was dark and with a face like that, who was to know she was only 17? 
      Kgosi is quite aware that this whole charade is politically motivated after the Khronicle released a cable suggesting that one of the Palins was moving to Arizona to escape a failed relationship with a Kodiak bear. Furthermore, the cable suggested that the bear was a Democratic committee chairman.


     Happily however, the Khronicle is back online and is pleased to present its New Year's edition:

The Cruellest Cut of All
From the Associated Press, police in Lincoln, Nebraska say a woman tried to slice a tattoo of her name off her boyfriend's neck. Captain Anthony Butler told the Lincoln Journal Star that the 19-year-old woman and her 30-year-old boyfriend got into a dispute around 6:40 PM on Friday and that's when she tried to cut off the tattoo. Butler said the boyfriend suffered only minor injuries.

Kgosi’s Komment-- Fortunately, no one has ever attacked Kgosi in this way. However while in the Swedish prison cell after drinking with the orangutan, Kgosi did try diligently to use his toothbrush to scratch off the tattoo he had received which said "Kgosi loves Bobo”

Don't Inhale, Don't Tell

In Colorado Springs Colorado, 23-year-old Pfc. Darius Thomas, 22-year-old Pvt. Corey Young and 22-year-old Pfc. Remone Hollins were arrested, accused of breaking into a Colorado medical marijuana dispensary and then accidentally locking themselves inside. They told the police that they plan to "destroy the marijuana -- not smoke or sell it." Officers say they were on an unrelated call at a nearby business about 2 AM when they heard someone banging on the glass inside the dispensary. Although it is not clear if any marijuana was used while the three were inside the dispensary, the Colorado Springs Gazette reports a police affidavit which says that two of the three Fort Carson soldiers told officers they were trying to steal the marijuana so they “could get rid of it.”

Kgosi’s Komment—Yeah Rrriiight.
Kgosi believed their alibi until he found out that when checking into the slammer, all three soldiers independently said they needed a special diet consisting solely of brownies, Twinkies and Rocky Road ice cream

Do I really need to know this?

A research report in the British Journal of Cancer section on "New Medical Findings" details a new study showing that men whose index finger was longer than the fourth finger of the right hand were less likely to develop prostate cancer. Finger length is determined before birth and believed to be the result of hormonal influences.  Too much testosterone apparently shortens your index finger and appears to raise the risk of prostate cancer.

Kgosi’s Komments-- First off, who thinks up these ridiculous studies? And even if someone comes up with the idea of measuring the length of your fingers, what organization gives you a gazillion dollars to perform the study with a ruler and your medical files?
In any case, Kgosi believes that there is a totally different explanation for the results of this study that has nothing to do with testosterone.   Namely, the participants studied included an unusual number of proctologists. As might be expected, proctologists have some of the longest index fingers in health care and are the only ones capable of giving self-administered rectal exams.  Now if you can check the size and shape of your prostate whenever the mood strikes you, of course you are going to pick up abnormalities earlier and improve your prognosis.  Kgosi’s motto for the 21st century—        Go Digit-al!

Ya’ think?

The Associated Press reports the story of a 28-year-old Janesville Minnesota man who thought he was doing a good deed when he gave a 70-year-old neighbor a ride to a Minnesota bank. But police say the woman robbed the bank and the man was her unsuspecting getaway driver.  The man told the Free Press of Mankato that he thought the woman, who rents an apartment from his mother, was going to the bank to withdraw cash.  Instead employees of the Elysian State Bank reported Wednesday that an "elderly woman" told the teller she had gun, demanded money and left with an undisclosed amount of cash. Police stopped the car and took both persons into custody before determining the woman had acted alone. The Star Tribune also reported the woman had a hammer but no gun.   She's in jail pending charges

Kgosi’s Komment-- This man, who remains nameless in this story-- perhaps for good reason because he is a dolt-- should probably have suspected that something was up. How often does your 70-year-old neighbor show up for a ride wearing a ski mask and bulletproof vest? The real tipoff however should've been when the woman handed him a note which on one side said "Take me to the Elysian State Bank" and on the other it said "Give me all your money. I have a hammer--no a gun.”

Thanks Mom

          Police in Athens Georgia were seeking a man accused of breaking into elementary school. The officers responded to an alarm and arrived in time to see a man running through the cafeteria and out the back door. They failed to catch the man but he dropped his cell phone as he ran. According to the report, officers picked up the phone, searched the contact list and then called a number marked "Ma."  They say a woman who answered gave the police her son's name.

Kgosi’s Komment-- This must be becoming a common police technique as the Janesville police apprehended the Minnesota Grandma bandit mentioned above in the same fashion. She apparently left her cell phone in the car on the way home. When the authorities searched the contact list, they did not have any luck with the first listing which was AARP. The second number was to the Alzheimer's support group. The person on the other end wasn't sure, but said "Maybe she’s the one who keeps calling up our number and saying, ‘Is that you Henry? "
They struck pay dirt however with the third number.  In the previous two weeks Grandma had made four urgent calls to the Urinary Incontinence Crisis Hotline. The worker said, "I'm sure it’s her. She's the geezer who keeps calling and saying ‘My pants are soaking wet. What are you bozos going to do about it?”
After being placed in her cell, Grandma now has a lawsuit pending against the Janesville police for failing to provide all inmates with Maximum Strength Depends.

Kgosi

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Christmas in Gaborone

      When you are far away from family, it is nice to celebrate the holiday with the PC family.  There is one fancy hotel in the Capital, the Grand Palm, (think the Westin or Fairmount with manicured grounds).  Forty one of us gathered for the BOTS 8 second annual "Christmas at the Palm" gathering on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  Poolside connections, playing cards and some adult beverages made for a great afternoon, followed by dinner at an Indian restaurant (we were the sole diners).  Breakfast brunch in the morning and more pool time was well worth breaking the bank of our $250 monthly PC stipends.  We all departed back to our villages or in some cases off to another part of Africa for trekking.  From Dec 15-January 15, the whole country virtually shuts down, as all the Batswana return to their families, so it is a good time to see the sights.  
Merry Christmas all!
                                                                   
                                                                   Outside the restaurant

                                                           Christmas Eve Indian food
                                                                     Chilling poolside

                                           When it is 90 plus, the pool is just the ticket.
                                                             Kgosi and Kopo

          It may appear that the Palm was wishing to depict Santa lowering himself down the chimney with a rope.  However to the American view, we believe that Santa seems to have put the rope around his neck and has become seriously suicidal.  There is only one comment to be made--"Santa, No.  The kids are depending on you.  Don't kick away the chair!"

Kgosi

A Good Day

Friday was designated the first Botswana National Day of Service. All work places were to organize and carry out a day-long service project for the underprivileged in their Districts. Here, we came up with two projects: Plant fruit trees in Mogobane and Build a self-sustaining garden for a needy family in Ramotswa.

As the day progressed, it exemplified some of the traits of the Batswana--both the good and the irritating. Seventy people showed up, were divided into two groups and were transported to the sites. In Ramotswa, the site was just across town from our house and was a large (65’ by 30’) plot that was hardpan and choked with weeds.

Immediately, everyone took pitchforks, shovels, rakes, pick axes and a wheelbarrow to dig up the ground and pull out the weeds. People of all shapes, sizes and levels of responsibility were there---department heads, secretaries, drivers, land board members, district counselors, the DAC office staff, people from the library, veterinary services, agriculture and others. The outfits were also quite varied, from jeans and work clothes to fancy office wear. Footwear included flip flops, sandals, athletic shoes, high heels and dress pumps. A few folks came in jackets or sweaters even though it was into the high 80’s by 8 AM. Together, we dug, shoveled, raked and cleared for the first 2 1/2 hours and had the ground looking presentably overturned as the temperature climbed.

Two incidents stood out:

I kept hearing the sound of sloshing water, even though the area was as dry as a bone. I eventually figured out that the sound was coming from a young Botswana lad wearing mid-calf high rubber boots inside which was water. When I asked, he said he was keeping his ‘feet cool.” Several hours later, I saw him take the boots off to reveal feet that looked pale and waterlogged. He then dumped the water into a flower bed (Never waste water in the desert!).

After 2 1/2 hours without stopping, I was sweat-drenched, over-cooked with the sun and out of breath. I went over to an empty plastic chair in the shade and plopped myself down in a heap. Several minutes later, the Council Secretary, a 40-ish year old woman, dressed in an olive green business suit and high heels came over and said, “That’s my chair.”

Never before has Kgosi cold-cocked a lady in high heels.

OK--- It wasn't really a one-punch knock out.   She was still conscious after the left hook. 

In retrospect, I would have liked to have said, “Yes Mma. (huff-puff)  Give me a minute, Mma. (huff- puff).  You know it would be nice to share the chairs and the shade with those of us who are actually working." Whatever I said seemed to prod her a bit to do a few tasks later in the morning.

Once the ground was cleared, we began digging raised dirt rows, two feet wide alternating with furrows. They were laid out with a rope line, perfectly straight, perfectly groomed and raked flat. The Batswana penchant for precision even got to the point where several beds that had not been arranged with the rope line, were re-dug and moved slightly because they weren’t quite evenly spaced. Since it was now well into the mid-90’s temperature wise, I wanted to say, “Hey guys and gals, this is dirt, not micro circuitry.”

A rubber tubing, surface drip watering system was built, mostly by Mr. Sloshy Galoshes. Others of us shoveled fire ash into the soil as fertilizer. Gum poles (twelve feet high and three inches in diameter) were erected over one portion of the garden and shade netting was fixed into place. By the time it was all finished with plantings put in, it was fit for Home and Garden magazine. (Pictures will be posted on the blog at the end of the week.) The garden will provide food for the next door family and sufficient extra vegetables to sell for income. Not bad for one day’s work--giving a family an indefinite supply of food and source of self-sufficiency.

Peace Corps Goal 1—Providing assistance to people of other countries. Check

Peace Corps Goal 2—Helping people of other countries understand American culture. Check

Peace Corps Goal 3—Helping Americans understand other cultures. Blog posted. Check


Best Compliment of 2010

After two hours of heavy digging, one of the young strong Batswana fellows came over to me and said, “When this started, I saw you and said to myself—‘Aieesh…What is an old white guy going to be able to do?’ --but you really work hard.”

As a patient of mine once told me, “I can live for three months on one good compliment.”

Kgosi

Monday, December 27, 2010

Thanksgiving, Checkers and World AIDS Day

I HAVE FIXED THE PROBLEM WITH POSTINGS, SO I AM RE-POSTING THE LAST THREE WHICH WERE COMPLETED OVER THE PAST MONTH.
KIP
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As always, times are busy. The first 4 photos are from our Peace Corps get-together for Thanksgiving. About 35 PCV's and a variety of other international folks. Even managed turkey, stuffing and all the fixins'




Hard to see in this picture, but this tiny dog ran off with a giant turkey leg. I tried to get close enough to get a good shot, but he was not going to let me anywhere near his prize and his little legs kept pumping until he was out of sight.




OK guys--the PC ladies are stunning.



I invited some of the neighbor boys over to learn how to play checkers. They were delighted as board games are a rare treat here. The next day we took a piece of paper and red and black markers to make their own board. Matching beer bottle caps served as playing pieces to complete the set. You could even make kings.





These are all from World AIDS Day in the village of Mogobane--a real Kgosi



The Police College Choir


The energy of traditional dancers





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For some reason, several of my recent posts are not getting sent to the members list.  I am re-posting with apologies to anyone who has alreasdy received it.

As always, times are busy.  The first 4 photos are from our Peace Corps get-together for Thanksgiving.  About 35 PCV's and a variety of other international folks.  Even managed turkey, stuffing and all the fixins'













Hard to see in this picture, but this tiny dog ran off with a giant turkey leg.  I tried to get close enough to get a good shot, but he was not going to let me anywhere near his prize and his little legs kept pumping until he was out of sight.





OK guys--the PC ladies are stunning.





I invited some of the neighbor boys over to learn how to play checkers.  They were delighted as board games are a rare treat here.  The next day we took a piece of paper and red and black markers to make their own board.  Matching beer bottle caps served as playing pieces to complete the set.  You could even make kings.











These are all from World AIDS Day in the village of Mogobane--a real Kgosi






The Police College Choir








The energy of traditional dancers


















Sunday, December 26, 2010

Christmas in Gaborone

      When you are far away from family, it is nice to celebrate the holiday with the PC family.  There is one fancy hotel in the Capital, the Grand Palm, (think the Westin or Fairmount with manicured grounds).  Forty one of us gathered for the BOTS 8 second annual "Christmas at the Palm" gathering on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  Poolside connections, playing cards and some adult beverages made for a great afternoon, followed by dinner at an Indian restaurant (we were the sole diners).  Breakfast brunch in the morning and more pool time was well worth breaking the bank of our $250 monthly PC stipends.  We all departed back to our villages or in some cases off to another part of Africa for trekking.  From Dec 15-January 15, the whole country virtually shuts down, as all the Batswana return to their families, so it is a good time to see the sights.  
Merry Christmas all!
                                                                   
                                                                   Outside the restaurant

                                                           Christmas Eve Indian food
                                                                     Chilling poolside

                                           When it is 90 plus, the pool is just the ticket.
                                                             Kgosi and Kopo
          It may appear that the Palm was wishing to depict Santa lowering himself down the chiminey.  However to the American view, we believe that Santa has become seriously suicidal.  There is only one comment--"Santa, No.  The kids are depending on you.  Don't kick away the chair!"

Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Good Day

Friday was designated the first Botswana National Day of Service. All work places were to organize and carry out a day-long service project for the underprivileged in their Districts. Here, we came up with two projects: Plant fruit trees in Mogobane and Build a self-sustaining garden for a needy family in Ramotswa.

As the day progressed, it exemplified some of the traits of the Batswana--both the good and the irritating. Seventy people showed up, were divided into two groups and were transported to the sites. In Ramotswa, the site was just across town from our house and was a large (65’ by 30’) plot that was hardpan and choked with weeds.

Immediately, everyone took pitchforks, shovels, rakes, pick axes and a wheelbarrow to dig up the ground and pull out the weeds. People of all shapes, sizes and levels of responsibility were there---department heads, secretaries, drivers, land board members, district counselors, the DAC office staff, people from the library, veterinary services, agriculture and others. The outfits were also quite varied, from jeans and work clothes to fancy office wear. Footwear included flip flops, sandals, athletic shoes, high heels and dress pumps. A few folks came in jackets or sweaters even though it was into the high 80’s by 8 AM. Together, we dug, shoveled, raked and cleared for the first 2 1/2 hours and had the ground looking presentably overturned as the temperature climbed.

Two incidents stood out:

I kept hearing the sound of sloshing water, even though the area was as dry as a bone. I eventually figured out that the sound was coming from a young Botswana lad wearing mid-calf high rubber boots inside which was water. When I asked, he said he was keeping his ‘feet cool.” Several hours later, I saw him take the boots off to reveal feet that looked pale and waterlogged. He then dumped the water into a flower bed (Never waste water in the desert!).

After 2 1/2 hours without stopping, I was sweat-drenched, over-cooked with the sun and out of breath. I went over to an empty plastic chair in the shade and plopped myself down in a heap. Several minutes later, the Council Secretary, a 40-ish year old woman, dressed in an olive green business suit and high heels came over and said, “That’s my chair.”

I don’t think ever before has Kgosi cold-cocked a lady in high heels.

OK--- I didn't really knock her out.   She was still conscious after the left hook. 

In retrospect, I would have liked to have said, “Yes Mma.  Give me a minute, Mma. (huff- puff).  You know it would be nice to share the chairs with those of us who are working." Whatever I said seemed to prod her a bit to do a few tasks later.

Once the ground was cleared, we began digging raised dirt rows, two feet wide alternating with furrows. They were laid out with a rope line, perfectly straight, perfectly groomed and raked flat. The Batswana penchant for precision even got to the point where several beds that had not been arranged with the rope line, were re-dug and moved slightly because they weren’t quite evenly spaced. Since it was now well into the mid-90’s temperature wise, I wanted to say, “Hey guys and gals, this is dirt, not micro circuitry.”

A rubber tubing, surface drip watering system was built, mostly by Mr. Sloshy Galoshes. Others of us shoveled fire ash into the soil as fertilizer. Gum poles (twelve feet high and three inches in diameter) were erected over one portion of the garden and shade netting was fixed into place. By the time it was all finished with plantings put in, it was fit for Home and Garden magazine. (Pictures will be posted on the blog at the end of the week.) The garden will provide food for the next door family and sufficient extra vegetables to sell for income. Not bad for one day’s work--giving a family an indefinite supply of food and source of self-sufficiency.

Peace Corps Goal 1—Providing assistance to people of other countries. Check

Peace Corps Goal 2—Helping people of other countries understand American culture. Check

Peace Corps Goal 3—Helping Americans understand other cultures. Blog posted. Check



Best Compliment of 2010

After two hours of heavy digging, one of the young strong Batswana fellows came over to me and said, “When this started, I saw you and said to myself—‘Aieesh…What is an old white guy going to be able to do?’ --but you really work hard.”

As a patient of mine once told me, “I can live for three months on one good compliment.”



Kgosi

Monday, December 6, 2010

Doings in South East district

As always, times are busy. The first 4 photos are from our Peace Corps get-together for Thanksgiving. About 35 PCV's and a variety of other international folks. Even managed turkey, stuffing and all the fixins'




Hard to see in this picture, but this tiny dog ran off with a giant turkey leg. I tried to get close enough to get a good shot, but he was not going to let me anywhere near his prize and his little legs kept pumping until he was out of sight.




OK guys--the PC ladies are stunning.



I invited some of the neighbor boys over to learn how to play checkers. They were delighted as board games are a rare treat here. The next day we took a piece of paper and red and black markers to make their own board. Matching beer bottle caps served as playing pieces to complete the set. You could even make kings.





These are all from World AIDS Day in the village of Mogobane--a real Kgosi



The Police College Choir


The energy of traditional dancers