Botho

The kids in our book club are precious and an absolute joy. They are also loud, obnoxious, and impatient- OUT OF CONTROL! Maybe they are testing my limits, maybe I need to work on my crowd-control Setswana, maybe they just love being in a cool room with a wheelchair ramp to slide up and down. Last week, we decided that it was time to set some ground rules in a fun and creative way. Starting with the bible verse “Love is patient, love is kind…” we decorated posters and talked about our two basic rules: patience (waiting for our turn to read or to post books accomplished on the wall), and kindness (by showing respect and consideration toward each other, me, and the books). I learned something new.

In Setswana, “lorato” means, “love”, “pelotelele” means “patience”, but I had never heard the word for kindness. The librarian informed me that yes, this means kindness, but that only children who had memorized this verse, who were from a Christian background would know this word. But kindness, I said, is such an important thing. Isn’t there a word that everyone would understand? That’s when I learned about “botho.” Incidentally, you can learn a lot of Setswana vocabulary from people’s names because the Batswana like to name people according to a significant meaning or event in the family. My name, “Lesego,” means “blessings.” I often hear people saying my name when they are not talking about me: “Ka lesego….” (“Fortunately…”.) Owen’s name, “Kabelo”, means “the one who brings the lesego/gifts.”

So, I had heard the name “Botho” before. It is a very multi-dimensional term that means both kindness and respect. It’s also one of the 5 tenets of Botswana’s social and political agenda, and the name of one of its Universities. The UB graduate school also uses the term for social justice and to describe “a person who has a well-rounded character, who is well-mannered, courteous and disciplined, and realises his or her full potential both as an individual and as a part of the community to which he or she belongs. Botho is an example of a social contract of mutual respect, responsibility and accountability that members of society have toward each other and defines a process for earning respect by first giving it, and to gain empowerment by empowering others…It encourages people to applaud rather than resent those who succeed.” A collective culture’s perspective adds a group dimension to the interpersonal way that we individualists tend to think of something as basic as kindness.

“Love is patient and kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not self-seeking. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.” …yep, its totally botho.

The library ladies.

Practicing "botho": Isaiah at last week's community work day.

Top 7 list: "Hey Owen!"

Thanks for participating in our little social network experiment! This ridiculous Asian primate illustrated an interesting observation about myself and others. We absolutely hate being put in a box, but we're also fascinated by categories and labels (even when they're based on silly or debunked tests).

And speaking of labels, 7 favorite things to shout at Owen as he bicycles to work each morning…

1. "Lekgoa!"
2. "White man!" (the English version of lekgoa)
3. "Hey, Osama Bin Laden, let me shave that beard!"
4. "Lance Armstrong!" (In all fairness, he wears sunglasses and a helmet while riding his bicycle. Neither of those accessories are common in Ramotswa).
5. "China!"
6. "Machina!"
7. "Ching chong!"

Thats all for now! Include your favorite thing to call Owen in the comments below.

What species of African Wildlife are You?

Thanks for clicking on our online quiz. We had to be a part of the "what___ are you?" craze that seems to be taking over America (or at least Facebook).

Psych! You, sir, are a human (lucky for you!). Unless, of course, your iPhone has been stolen by a monkey. In that case, somebody better catch that monkey!

Top 7 List: Kansas City and Vic Falls, Zimbabwe

Before we move on to other topics, just a few observations about how the Victoria Falls Marathon was a little bit different from the Waddell and Reed…

1.       The attire: There is something very impressive about a dude who can run 42 km in a pair of slip on Keds tied on with ribbon. Slightly more impressive was the guy running after him in jeans and bare feet.

2.       The course: Despite the fact that the Waddell and Reed wound through downtown Kansas City, all traffic was detoured to make room for the race. Here, we were in low traffic areas, but any large Land Rover or truck that happened by demanded total right of way. It’s dodge or be run over. The big ones always win.

3.       Trackers: The Kansas City race provided microchips for all the runners to track their movements and ensure that they stayed on course. In Vic Falls, we were issued a bib only, and thought “what is keeping us from taking a short cut?”…oh yeah, the fear of approaching a predator on foot. (Not to worry, armed guards protected the course, and race volunteers posted at checkpoints along the way shouted out our numbers to be recorded by their clip-board toting partners. Owen’s number was misread at least twice, so you really have to take my word for the fact that he was there.)

4.       Casual runners: This is just something that we’ve noticed, but our sample is probably not totally representative. It seems as though America is full of people who have the marathon on their bucket list, their goal is completion, they make t-shirts and they run with sorority sisters. Here, you’re either a hard-core athlete or you do no exercise at all (on purpose). You would never wear your running shoes to the mall, because those are for training (or “gyming” if you like to verbify what the athletes do). Are you training? Other than the group of Afrikaans men who looked like rugby players and sang and chanted about shot-gunning beers, there was not a lot of socializing on the course. In fact, due to the small number of participants in the race and its rural setting. We spent most of the 5 hours on a beautiful, hilly, quiet, lonely road.

5.       Which reminds us of the noise: Kansas City had bands and dancers at many corners, the crowds watching the race, and the normal crowd of downtown milling about. Vic Falls had one band of traditional drummers, and a small clan of uniformed schoolchildren with the encouraging, easily translated cheer: “well done, well done, well done.”

6.       The snacks: Kansas City offered water, Gatorade, nuts, raisins, M&Ms, granola bars, fruit, etc. Vic Falls offered us plenty of water, Coca cola, and a single orange slice. It turns out, that’s really all you need.

7.       Gotta go? In Kansas City, it’s the Port-a-potty, or in a true emergency, the dumpster. Here you just pee in the bush, same as always.

The camaraderie experienced alongside of people from all over the world, and the enthusiasm of the race organizers was startling similar. Waddell and Reed offered free Jack Stack barbecue at the end, not unlike our delicious, meat-centered, traditional braii (barbecue) at the Victoria Falls backpackers.

Victoria Falls Marathon

Our first (and probably last) full marathon was an unbelievable experience. The course was breathtaking and surreal, especially crossing the bridge over the falls and running right through the empty border post that once caused us so much trauma. We chatted with a couple from Kansas City at the start and met some of the fastest Zimbabweans around at the Finish. Very happy that these feet made it! 

So many elephants on the drive from Nata to Kasane.

I was thankful to share the driving with Peggy, who took on the most elephant-dense stretch of road.

Part of Zimbabwe that almost looks like Autumn.

At the falls before the race.

I never dreampt I would see this wonder of the world 3 times in 3 different seasons, from 2 countries. Still spectacular.

Nice to experience some green.

The bridge over the falls was in the first couple kilometers of the race. We arrived late to the start- heard the gun from the taxi, so we were in a bit of a hurry at this point. Still, we stopped to admire the view and almost choked up at the emotion of being a part of something so rare.

Lots of wildlife along the route. Game guards patrolled the area "just in case". One of these guys charged me in town after becoming agitated at Owen and Mara. Luckily, that was before the race, so I was still quick on my feet.

Ka Lesego (fortunately), we mostly saw Vervet monkey and Baboons. 

Blurry, but it really captures the feeling.

No passport required.

High-fiving the Zambian cheering section.

Fond memories of bungee jumping 6 years ago.

At about the 33km mark.

Owen crosses the finish line! Only about 2 hours after first place, but much faster than we had hoped and well before everyone packed up to go home. The Zimbabweans pretty much dominated.

Post-race hammock time.

Many more of these to come for both of us...