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Please Help Me Raise $5,000 to Make My School Safe

October 13, 2016 by Sonia Marsh 2 Comments

I need your help to raise $5,000 to improve the safety and education of students at my rural school in Lesotho, Africa.

CLICK HERE TO DONATE TO MY PROJECT IN LESOTHO

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Your donations will go through the Peace Corps Partnership Program funds website.

My community has agreed upon the following 3 priorities to help our school.

compound-noun-classroom-working — Collapsed ceiling in Grade 5

1). Make a safe classroom environment for 5th grade students.

Half the roof and ceiling collapsed in July, due to the unusually heavy snow storm, and I’m worried about our safety.

2). Electrical wiring of all classrooms to teach computer skills.

My village now has electricity, however, the classrooms have not been wired due to a lack of funds. Since we received four desktop computers from the Minister of Energy, the teachers and students would like to learn how to use them.

Cracks on cold cement floors in classrooms

3). Install vinyl tiles on the floors in all classrooms.

Only the staff room and grade 7 have vinyl floor tiles, all other classrooms have cracked, cement floors which are icy-cold in the winter, and hazardous throughout.

I’d like your help to raise $5,000 and get the work completed by November 30^th, 2016, before the Christmas holidays.

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PLEASE SHARE WITH OTHERS WHO MAY BE INTERESTED IN HELPING.

The children, teachers, community (AND ME) are all extremely grateful to you for helping us make the school a better place.

I shall post updates and photos once we receive the funds, and start the 3 phases of the project.

You can also follow our progress on my FaceBook if you’d like.

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

Sonia

The Queen of Lesotho Works Out at My Gym

October 8, 2016 by Sonia Marsh 3 Comments

Queen ‘Masenate Mohato Seeiso of Lesotho

I’ve never met the Queen of Lesotho, but I knew someone important had arrived at my gym when two black, official-looking cars pulled up at the back entrance to my gym in Maseru.

The first car was an Audi, and the second a Mercedes. Five people climbed out; two well-dressed women in high heels, and two men in business suits. They whisked a third woman, dressed in gym attire, out of the Mercedes, and headed full-speed to the private entrance.
As I sat on my stationary bike, I watched them scurry along and climb the stairs to another set of bicycles overlooking the swimming pool below.

gym4 — Stationary bikes overlooking the pool below

The well-dressed women and the two men followed the lady in gym attire to a bike where she promptly covered her head with a black towel, and another woman in gym clothes joined her on the adjoining bike. It was then that I assumed she must be the Queen of Lesotho.
I watched her ride the bike, and assumed that the woman next to her was her personal trainer, despite being quite overweight.
After I finished warming up on my bicycle, I headed over to the Mosotho woman I’ve become friends with who works at the gym and asked, “Is that the Queen of Lesotho working out?”
“Yes,” she said. “She works out with her trainer, and the King comes later.”
“I’m surprised they don’t have their own gym,” I said.
“Oh, they’re building a new ‘castle’ I’m sure they’ll add a gym,” she replied.
Those working out upstairs left her alone, and I climbed the stairs to continue my workout. The Queen’s ‘security guards’ stood in different parts of the gym, making sure she was safe.
I used to be a certified personal trainer at 24-hour fitness in California, so I was curious to see what exercises her trainer was making her do.
Since I started working out in Maseru, 99% of Basotho women are doing squats, lunges and leg exercises. I rarely see them working out their upper bodies, and the Queen of Lesotho, was also doing leg press, and hamstring exercises.

gymsoniabetter — Working out with machines in Maseru

I don’t understand why Basotho trainers rarely show women chest, back, bicep and tricep exercises, to balance out the entire body, although I have heard that Basotho women like large behinds.
The Queen of Lesotho worked out for one hour, and after she left, I was curious to see what weight she used for her hamstring exercises. I used the same prone leg curl machine that she used.

I wanted to go up to her, but decided to give her the privacy she deserves. I did not wait for the King to arrive.

Not Being Politically Correct May Shock You

October 2, 2016 by Sonia Marsh 22 Comments

People are not “politically correct” in my village in Lesotho. This may shock you.

In America we try to be “politically correct” so as not to offend someone. There are certain things we would never say, however in Lesotho, being “politically correct” seems to be different.

As a Peace Corps volunteer in Lesotho, I’ve been quite surprised to hear how some of my students describe their friends, and how people I’ve met in my village, describe one another.

When my students wrote an essay about a person they admire, they all wrote about a relative or a friend. Some of them described their friend as follows:

“She has a big nose, dark complexion, and her body is like a big cow.”

I don’t think a teacher in the U.S would let a teenager get away with this description in the U.S. The funny thing is this does not offend the Basotho. In fact it seems to be a compliment as I’ve been told by many women that Basotho men prefer large women. It’s a sign of being healthy when a woman is big. Lesotho and South Africa are countries where being obese is beautiful according to a survey, the reason being:

“Due to the prevalence of AIDS, the association between weight loss and illness has contributed to South Africa’s negative view of thinness.” Read article.

I remember watching a show on “Oprah” many years ago about what is considered beautiful in different parts of the world, and in Mauritania, West Africa.

“In this drought-ridden west African nation, female obesity is synonymous with beauty and wealth. Though less common, “gavage” (borrowed from the French to describe fattening a goose’s liver destined for foie gras) is still practiced, with young girls imbibing vast qualities of fatty camel milk daily.” Read article.

Another situation I encountered regarding this topic of being “politically correct” was in a public taxi on my way to Maseru.

A woman asked me if I knew “so-and-so” in my village, and I said, “No.”

She then tried to describe her as, “The one with the monkey face.”

I was stunned.

I was even more shocked when I heard a Basotho radio host talking about his co-host in English and said, “You have a monkey face,” and started howling with laughter.

So I guess, we have to be open to different ways of viewing what is politically correct in our society.

Who Are You?

September 25, 2016 by Sonia Marsh 7 Comments

When I first moved to my village in Lesotho, Africa, everyone asked me “Who Are You?

It wasn’t until I read a blog post entitled: “One Question You Should Ask Everyone You Meet,”

“Who Are You?”

instead of:

“What Do You Do?”

by Marc & Angel on Life Hacks, that I started to see a difference in how cultures relate to one another.

When I lived in Orange County, California, people were quick to ask one another, “What do you do?” It used to irritate me as it seemed like we were judging one another’s level of education, and socio-economic status, just by asking that question.

“We seem to value people’s ‘doing’ more than who they are as a person.” Marc & Angel.

Now that I’m living in a tiny village in Lesotho, Africa, I’m equally irritated by the question, “Who Are you?” Ke mang? At first I found this question intrusive. “Can’t they see I’m a white, middle-aged woman?”

What the Basotho in rural areas want to know is, “What’s my name? Where am I from? What village do I live in? and Where am I going?” (even when I’m on my early morning walk.)

It occurred to me that maybe the Basotho truly care enough about me to get to know me; something that we may have lost in the first world, where we are competitive, comparing ourselves and our self-worth based on our jobs, and what we own.

“Are we interested enough in what we can learn from each other, to stop asking, “What do you do?” and start asking, “Who are you? What is your life story?” Marc & Angel.

I’ve always been interested in life stories and love asking people about their goals in life, and lessons learned. But truthfully, if I asked people questions 3-7 below, (Questions suggested by Marc & Angel) when I first met them, I think they would be shocked.

Where were you born?
Where do you live now?
What makes you smile?
What is the most important life lesson you’ve learned so far?
What is your deepest fear?
What is your greatest dream for your life?
Who are you?

Since I moved to Lesotho to serve as a Peace Corps volunteer, I’ve been asked questions 1, 2 and 7, almost daily. I judged the Basotho as being nosy, and gossipy, and since I cannot communicate intelligently in their language, (Sesotho), I would get irritated with their insistence.

Now, I realize that perhaps they are interested in knowing more about my own life story, and that I might have been too quick to judge them as nosy, and “none of their business.” Imagine if we all cared enough about each other to find out the answers about “Who Are You?”

So I’m going to ask you, “Who are you?” Many of us are not sure about how to answer this question.

Are you?

I’d love to hear back from you.

Is Medication Overprescribed in Lesotho?

September 18, 2016 by Sonia Marsh 7 Comments

After living in Lesotho for almost a year, I have experienced two cases of overprescribed medication and agree with the results of a new study that shows that:

“Doctors in sub-Sahara Africa generally prescribe more drugs than the number recommended by the World Health Organization.” published in the BMC Public Health Journal,

I have experienced two cases of individuals who were given 4-5 medications, and one injection for:

1). A cold

The seventeen-year-old daughter of my host family during Peace Corps training woke up with a cough, and what appeared to me to be the common cold. She did not want to miss school so on her way, she stopped at one of the new clinics built by American donor funding, and was given five plastic bags of different medications, including an antibiotic, plus one injection.

The following day, I asked her if she felt better, and she said, “No.”

I asked her if she saw a doctor, and she replied, “There are no doctors at the clinic.”

2). Allergies/Hay fever

A fourteen-year-old girl at my school could not keep her eyes open during my English class. She said she had allergies and both eyes were swollen with tears streaming down her cheeks. She used her sleeve to wipe them away.

I could tell she was in pain, and asked if she had medicine to take.

“Yes, teacher,” she said. “The clinic gave me an injection and four medicines.”

“Aren’t they helping?”

“No teacher.”

“Come with me and I’ll give you some drops to clean your eyes.”

“Thank you teacher.”

She told me she lived with her grandma, and as I held onto her elbow so she wouldn’t trip over the rocks, I wondered if she was an orphan.

“Here put on my sunglasses.”

She could barely open her eyes, and I wasn’t sure whether to speak to her, or to remain quiet during our fifteen-minute walk home.

Inside my rondavel, I told her to lean back on my pillows so I could place a few drops of “Refresh tears” into her eyes, to flush out any pollen, or other irritant.

She didn’t seem to feel better, so I gave the special Milky Way bar I’d been saving for when I needed to give someone a treat. As with all children at my school, they rarely get candy, so she nibbled it so it would last.

She sat on my couch looking miserable. I found my Peace Corps medical kit wondering if I had any medication for allergies. I’d forgotten I had antihistamines, and was so happy to give her a few pills. She took one, trusting me completely, and after twenty minutes or so, her eyes were dry. They still hurt, but she wanted me to show her my photos on my laptop. I was so happy to make her feel better.

3). High blood pressure

american-built-clininc — Donor Funding by Millenium Corporation

I visited a beautiful clinic built with American donor funding. I was invited to speak to the nurses, even while they were attending to patients.

A woman needed her blood pressure checked to renew her medication, and the nurse told me:

“The blood pressure cuff doesn’t work; the batteries are dead.”

“Don’t you have a manual one?” I asked.

“No.”

At least fifteen patients lined up for their small plastic bags of pills, which are then put into a brown paper bag. When I asked my host mother if the person counting the pills was a pharmacist, she replied,

“No. She just helps.”

I listen to BBC World News daily, and on August 22^nd, 2016, (Scroll down) they talked about the study published in the BMC Public Health Journal, which stated:

“A new study has found that doctors in sub-Sahara Africa generally prescribe more drugs than the number recommended by the World Health Organization.

The study, published in the BMC Public Health Journal, reveals that a patient seeking treatment in the region is likely to be asked to take more medicine than they should ideally be given leading to misuse or overuse of drugs.

The researchers also found that half the time, one is likely to be given an antibiotic, often, without being tested.”

From the three examples I’ve come across, this is happening in Lesotho, and as far as the clinics I’ve visited, there are no doctors, only nurses, and the one time I saw the woman dispensing medication, she was not a qualified pharmacist.

This is a huge problem as far as I can see, not only in terms of a waste of “free” medication, but also dangerous to the patients, in terms of adverse effects.