Sunday, December 21, 2008
My Moms
This is my wonderful mom, Mariam Lamola. I call her Mama. This is a typical Sunday evening with her ironing all our clothes after a day of washing laundry. I cook dinner. Everyone wins.
These are her two sisters. Mokgaetji is the oldest in the blue. I call her Mma Mogolo (older mother) and Raisebe is the youngest in the pink sleeves. I call her Mmane (aunt or younger mother). My Mom is the middle child. They also had a brother who passed away. Raised by a single mother all four children grew up to be educators.
They are preparing food for my birthday party.
Paying Labola
First time to the ocean
Mary J is the OCV supervisor at Aletuke. I brought her with me to Durban for a Peace Corps training. We stayed in a hotel right on the beach. Mary J was in the water for hours everyday. She had a blast. Imagine never seeing the ocean until now.

I just love this photo.
Just a little adrenaline
Happy 35th!
Happiness is...
The perfect gift
This is Anna and her children. She was the domestic worker for my first host family I lived with. She is a typical hard working woman, living alone with her children while her husband is away working in Joburg. He comes home once a year and, unfortunately, has stopped sending money. As a thank you gift before I left I went to her home and took this absolutely beautiful picture of her family. People in these villages have very little photo documentation of their lives for obvious reasons. Who can afford a camera? So taking photos is a priceless gift for them.

Dressed to the nines...
When in Rome...
Cutting the head off something while it's alive is a feeling I'll never get used to.

"You, my friend, are number 28. Last one of the day." Yup, I slaughtered 28 chickens that day.

"You, my friend, are number 28. Last one of the day." Yup, I slaughtered 28 chickens that day.
Paper Airplanes in school?
My Village
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
My Mom
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