Category Archives: Lesotho

Back in Lesotho

It has just taken me 32 minutes to open the “Add New Post” page, and there are “errors on the page,” so I don’t know if anything at all will post. Back in Roma, the light trawls long shadows over … Continue reading

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Kvetching

Things are a bloody bollocks. [Aside: I have always wanted to say that. I think bollocks means balls, or maybe bulls or buttocks, but I like the rhythm, the alliteration, and the onomatopoeia. End of aside.] The water comes on … Continue reading

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That shirt on your back

I have been to one of the sweatshops where The Gap gets its shirts made by African women working for Chinese corporations. The workers (almost all women) are paid R800 ($114) a month. Each woman stands on her feet on … Continue reading

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Hao na metsi! (There is no water!)

It has not rained more than a fly’s spit since April, and so it is not unusual for the poor to have little to no water, but today even the privileged class, those of us within the University’s strong red … Continue reading

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Difficulties

The 10,000 students are back from their break. The computer system, rickety as it is, is taxed beyond its capacity. It has taken over 40 minutes for me to get this page open. Cannot get to email at all. Facebook … Continue reading

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What is our legacy?

Is guilt ever useful? When does it help to ask ourselves what we have done for others, or to fault ourselves for not doing enough? Should we do that at 20? At 30? At 50? A good friend who lives … Continue reading

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From Bliss to Heartbreak in One Day

Pictures impossible. Electricity erratic. Hope I can post this. Dawn walk, met Hlolofatsi, 19, and Teboho, 20, lovers who met, she told me, April 11, 2008, and hope to spend the rest of their lives together. With un-self-conscious curiosity she … Continue reading

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Arriving in Lesotho

I’m here, jet-lagged, ears ringing, wakeful in the night, bleary and unfocused by day, but in love, enraptured, swept away by the beauty of parched golden-colored land, by the warm shy smiles of strangers, by the two-handed handshakes of old … Continue reading

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Not a witch

M’e MaAnna is so old, nobody knows her age, and she is fierce with the will to live, the will to create something beautiful, the will to persevere despite persecution, hardship, and hunger. When I took this picture of her … Continue reading

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Seven days and counting

This time next week I’ll be on the way to the airport. It’s a THIRTY-NINE HOUR journey. Portland to Chicago. Overnight Chicago to London. Day in London with Christine–more about her to come, Christine, my friend since 1970, witness to … Continue reading

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