the strangest thing
sumem' weird happened today at Rehoboth High. . . beyond the principal smoking as he greets the students, beyond the fact that the school is a ghostyard at exactly 12:50 and beyond the lady who just makes tea and does dishes. . . aroudn 12:20 today, 30 minutes before school gets out, a coca cola truck pulled up beside the school. With speakers thumping and voices shouting, coke came to Rehoboth high today and put on a 'show.' weird. I was waiting for Ronald McDonald to show up next wearing nike shoes and passing out microsoft software packages to the kids. None of that happened, but the coke show did go on.
It's a weird mix of good and bad what coke has done over here. They've given money to schools and sponsored sporting events, passed out free coke and provided entertainment to these dirt road kids. They've also put their name EVERYWHERE. On every sign that they sponsored, on every watertower they built is glaring red with white words selling sugar water. Still haven't decided how I feel about it, other than the fact that it's weird. Goats and donkey carts, cocacola and loud speakers. . . i'm just not sure.
My host parents' real son, Benno arrived from Cape Town today. He's studying civil engineering there and is home for holiday. He's nice and is stylish. He wears nice cologne and is growing his hair out, despite his father's wishes. He's young, but seems like a bridge for me, between Namibia and the rest of the world. He has e-mail and checks it but still likes to eat the goat dishes they so often prepare here. A new dynamic for my household scene. If i haven't mentioned it yet, God has given me parents. . . wherever i go. My mom and dad will never be replaced but now their arms are longer. From Sue and Roger, now to Gotlieb and Janet. I am thankful. Sunday afternoon naps end with Janet at my door, coffee in hand, "good afternoon Mandy." I have want for little.
It's a weird mix of good and bad what coke has done over here. They've given money to schools and sponsored sporting events, passed out free coke and provided entertainment to these dirt road kids. They've also put their name EVERYWHERE. On every sign that they sponsored, on every watertower they built is glaring red with white words selling sugar water. Still haven't decided how I feel about it, other than the fact that it's weird. Goats and donkey carts, cocacola and loud speakers. . . i'm just not sure.
My host parents' real son, Benno arrived from Cape Town today. He's studying civil engineering there and is home for holiday. He's nice and is stylish. He wears nice cologne and is growing his hair out, despite his father's wishes. He's young, but seems like a bridge for me, between Namibia and the rest of the world. He has e-mail and checks it but still likes to eat the goat dishes they so often prepare here. A new dynamic for my household scene. If i haven't mentioned it yet, God has given me parents. . . wherever i go. My mom and dad will never be replaced but now their arms are longer. From Sue and Roger, now to Gotlieb and Janet. I am thankful. Sunday afternoon naps end with Janet at my door, coffee in hand, "good afternoon Mandy." I have want for little.
posted by Mandy at 3:38 PM
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