Welcome to Lesotho

I’ve been in Lesotho for a week now and already I feel like there are so many things to write about. However, for the moment, I am still mesmerized by all the new places I’ve had the pleasure to visit. So on that note, I wanted to spend the majority of this blog post introducing you to where I’ve been staying in this past week as well as a few of the projects Help Lesotho is doing in the area.

Welcome to Hlotse

If you drive South from Johannesburg, through Free State, you will come to the Northern boarder post that separates South Africa from Lesotho. About twenty minutes across the boarder is  Holtse, a small camptown.  The center of Holtse has three main paved roads—two that loop and meet at the top of the town and one that runs through the middle. To my knowledge, there are no street names. There’s the road that takes me to the craft market, the road that leads to Shop Right, and the road with the pretty view of the mountains.

Just outside the center of town is a long dirt road lined little makeshift shops selling everything from vegetables to airtime. At the very end of this road is Help Lesotho’s Graff Leadership Center, which has served as my home base for the past week. The center is beautiful. It consists of two large buildings, a large grassy area, and a small playground. This space is multipurpose. It includes staff offices, a floor dedicated to high school girls who live onsite, a library, and a computer room used for community skills training.

While the Leadership Center is engaging with the community at multiple levels, its main focus is empowering Basotho girls. About 35 girls live at the center and each one of them has a story that will tug at your heartstrings. I had the privilege of reading a few of the narratives the girls had written about their own experiences prior to living at the center. Some were AIDS orphans and had been handed from one relative to the next. Others had been sexually abused, some on a frequent basis. In fact, I was told that one of the reasons why there are large windows in the stairwells is because girls are afraid of dark spaces where a man might conceal himself from view. The center aims to offer these girls a Safe Haven—a place where they can study, learn, grow, and be empowered to contribute to building a better Lesotho. 

Welcome to Pitseng

About half an hour from Hlotse is an area called Pitseng. It  is more rural than Hlotse, and consists mainly of small homes and fields. Help Lesotho has a second center here, which serves as a safe place for children and youth to come play and participate in drama and dance clubs.  Most importantly, it is a place where youth can speak openly about HIV/AIDS, grief, and loss.  One of my projects this week was to capture what day-to-day life looks like for children, youth and grandmothers living in Pitseng. Here are a few shots from the day.

I love the red door and windows. 

Welcome To Butha Buthe

The drive up to Butha Buthe is stunning—rolling fields with mountains in the backdrop, and a handful of horses on the horizon.

The reason for our trip to Butha Buthe was Grandmother Day, an event that takes place once a month where bonkhono (grandmothers) meet for  half a day to share the challenges they are facing, sing, dance, and eat a meal together. Each month a topic is covered that is pertinent to their day-to-day life, and the bonkhono have the opportunity to share what they are struggling with and give each other advice, with some guidance from a Help Lesotho staff member. This month the theme was Grief and Loss, a topic the bonkhono are all too familiar with. Many of them are the sole provider for their grandchildren and sometimes even other orphans in the community.

One can’t help but fall in love with these grandmothers. They are a spirited group who break out into song and dance spontaneously. They speak to you so sincerely, grabbing your hand whilst chattering away in Sesotho. For many of them, this group is the highlight of their month.  While we all shared a meal together, one of the grandmothers spoke to me with the help of a translator: “I love Grandmother Days.  Even though I have a bad knee, and things are difficult, I would never miss a grandmother event.”

A few personal notes:

I have been welcomed warmly here in Hlotse.  The staff have given me a Sesotho name, Kamohelo. My new nickname is Kamo.

I am leaving on Sepetmeber 1^st for Thaba Tseka, where I will be posted for the year.  Everyone keeps telling me how beautiful it is up there, so I am incredibly excited to see my new home.