This morning I went to Holy Cross Hospice for the last time, and it was a bittersweet goodbye. I have built relationships with the staff over the last two and a half months, and they have been so wonderful and welcoming since day one. It has been an honor and a pleasure getting to know them during my time here, and I greatly admire the work they do despite the many obstacles that the organization faces (not to mention the personal obstacles many of them have to contend with). I managed to get a group photo with the staff and volunteers in front of the hospice sign:
|Holy Cross Hospice Staff & Volunteers (and me!)|
I was able to achieve my goal of 30 interviews with family members of people who have passed away, thanks in no small part to the staff you see in the picture above. Many of them have stuck with the hospice over the years despite fluctuations in funding which have caused them to miss occasional paychecks or take pay cuts periodically. They really care about their clients and the mission of the hospice, and it shows in their positive attitudes and excitement to include volunteers from all over the world.
This weekend I went northeast of Gaborone to the Sir Seretse Khama Rhino Sanctuary (known as "Khama Rhino" by the locals). We went on a game drive on Sunday morning and saw lots of animals, including wildebeest, zebras, giraffes, warthogs, impala, kudu, springbok, squirrels, and RHINOS! This was the first time I've seen a rhino in the wild - they are very rare to see because they have been heavily poached for their horns. Apparently in China people will pay top dollar for a rhino horn - the powdered horn is supposed to be a powerful aphrodisiac. Unfortunately this has led to much poaching of rhinos just for their horns - despite the fact that rhino horns will grow back if you cut them, like a fingernail, people continue to kill the animals in order to poach the horns. In the rhino sanctuary they have about 34 white rhinos and just 4 black rhinos, the most endangered type. I didn't manage to get any good pictures of the rhinos but our guide let us get out of the jeep and walk closer to the rhinos to get a better view, after a long discussion with another driver to make sure that was okay. It is rare that you are allowed to get out of the vehicle on a game drive because it can be very dangerous, but our guide wanted us to get a good view so he drove the car behind some bushes and we walked slowly and carefully from bush to bush until we were about 50 meters from the rhinos. Apparently rhinos have poor eyesight and when provoked they can run up to 40km per hour, so we were careful not to get too close or disturb them.
|Giraffes at the Rhino Sanctuary|
|Wildebeest (taking no notice of us despite our proximity) at the Rhino Sanctuary|
On the way back to Gaborone we passed by the Matsieng footprints, which the Batswana believe were one of the places of the origin of man. The site consists of a very small placard and a massive rock with footprints carved into it. It was hard to tell which of the footprints were 2,000 years old (if any) and which were newer or copycat engravings. It does make sense to me that the Batswana believed this to be the origin of creation since the rocks contain three deep holes that contain water year-round, which is a scarce resource in this part of the country. It hasn't rained once since I arrived here on June 6th, but there remains about a meter of water in the deepest hole at Matsieng, and right now is one of the lowest points of the year according to the woman who was working there. Although the water looked a bit like primordial soup to me (another argument for this being the origin of man?) I can imagine what an important place this is due to the constant presence of water in the middle of very dry surroundings.
|Me as I pretend to emerge from the primordial soup!|
Also along the way back to Gaborone was the Tropic of Capricorn, so we stopped to get a quick group photo:
|Tropic of Capricorn (with our tiny rental car, aka "The Little Rhino" in the background)|
On our drive back to Gaborone we saw an open bar and decided to ask if they sold Chibuku, much to the owner's amusement. She gladly sold us a carton and showed us the proper way to shake it up before opening ("shake it harder, like you mean it!") and how to properly open the top and form the spout to drink from. The drink looked like a watery chocolate milk and tasted a little earthy and tart and yeasty; it reminded me of the yeast and warm water mix you make before baking bread, but it was cold and had some ground up maize and sorghum grains mixed in. It certainly wouldn't be the first thing I reach for when I'm thirsty, but I can see how it would be easy to drink once you acquire a taste for it. As one of the others travelling with me said, "how did you feel about beer the first time you tried it?" That's a pretty accurate description of Chibuku in my book. An added bonus for the people who drink it is that it is nearly a meal substitute with all the sorghum and maize floating around in there, so if they are short on cash it is like killing two birds with one stone.
|Demonstrating good Chibuku-drinking technique after giving it a good shake|
|Discarded Chibuku cartons around a fire pit in the yard of the bar - clearly this is a popular drink!|
|Small building next to the bar where we bought the Chibuku advertising the drink (and the dog of the bar owner)|
This past week I met a few nursing students from UPenn who are here doing a four-week clinical rotation - some of them at the hospice - and I went to a lecture their professor gave at the University of Botswana on global health for their course in community health nursing. It made me look forward to being back in school this fall! It seems like ages ago that I was studying disease processes and treatment protocols, but in a few short weeks I will be right back into it and seeing patients in a clinical setting again.
In closing, I leave you with this fantastic photo (that I didn't even get the chance to write about!) of my husband and I in South Africa. We had the opportunity to walk a cheetah at a wildlife rescue organization (Tenikwa) near Plettenberg Bay. The experience of walking the cheetah basically sums up how I feel about my time here in southern Africa - it has been exciting, educational, at times a bit scary . . . and now I am sad that it is coming to an end but also ready for the next chapter to begin. After all, you can't walk a cheetah forever!
I hope that some day I will be able to come back to Botswana, but until then I will be diligently writing up my research findings and working on finishing school to become a nurse practitioner. Until next time!