Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Flower Power!!

I intended to post this about two weeks ago, but I suppose better late than never, right? I completed my summer fellowship with ArtWorks for Youth on Friday and had much on which to reflect. My final reflections are below.

If I could capture what I have witnessed and experienced with the young women of Sister’s Keeper over the past several weeks in one word, it would be this: growth. I began on a journey with Zukiswa(the local program coordinator) and these young women not knowing what to expect, but with a hope that upon sharing my skills and passions with this community, I would leave them better equipped to face the world around them than when we first met. This has neither been an easy nor a perfect process to say the least, but through daily sessions that brought about a combination of laughter, anger, sadness, and vulnerability, these girls have begun to find strength and support within themselves and amongst each other. 

As I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, based on preliminary interviews and observations, we decided to craft a program the week after I arrived around key themes we identified as important to work on based on the needs of the young ladies. The first few weeks were dedicated to developing and strengthening Trust, Communication, and Support, the later weeks were then primarily focused on Self-Esteem, Confidence, and working through different types of Abuse that were known to affect those two themes, then devote the remainder of the program activities that nurtured Leadership and Empowerment. When we started working on Self-Esteem, Confidence, and Abuse, we consulted Dove’s Activity Guide on Self-Esteem for young teenagers as a basic framework for organizing the sessions into three categories: My Shell, My Image, and My Feelings. By using and developing activities that fit within these three categories, we hoped the young women would have the opportunity to express how their bodies, emotional attitudes, and psychological perceptions had either individually or collectively affected their self-esteem and confidence. Among other things, we asked them to cut images and words from magazines that reflected how they viewed themselves, write about moments when they had been either encouraged or hurt by another young woman in the group, write poems about what they liked and disliked about their bodies, and recall moments in their lives that deeply angered, saddened them or gave them hope. Some of these activities were particularly emotionally and psychologically difficult for some, but they proved to be necessary catalysts for transformation. Below are a few of the more transformative moments that I would like to share.

Circle of Feelings
I summoned the girls to the circle and before we began, I asked them to do something a little different from our usual routine. Instead of beginning with our “memorable moments” segment of the session or our warm-ups, I asked that they close their eyes, hold hands, and meditate. Some had heard of meditation, others hadn’t, and others knew it by another name, but it was important that for today’s session, we set the tone for a space of stillness and support. We had made enough progress on developing trust, communication, and support within the group that the time had come for the girls to dig a little deeper. Zukiswa and I both had the opportunity to participate in a similar activity in separate workshops of which we had been a part and knew what could happen if the ladies were ready to be vulnerable. We decided to call this activity “Circle of Feelings” to continue our work through the “My Feelings” portion of the self-esteem and confidence exercises.  In the center of the circle were three objects: a stone, a stick, and a leaf. We explained to the girls that each object represented a feeling. The stone represented sadness, the stick represented anger, and the leaf represented hope. After meditating, the girls were asked to think about moments in their lives that made them the most angry, sad, or hopeful. If they felt so impressed, they were then asked to move inside the circle, pick up the feeling they wanted to express, and share that within the space. While holding hands, the sister’s circle would then respond in unison with the following phrase: “We feel you.”

There were no other activities planned for the day because we needed enough time for the girls to be able to share, but also to leave space for silence so they could sit with their feelings and that of their peers. We began and the initial revelations only skimmed the surface. The young women spoke of teachers and friends that at one point or another made them angry or sad. Then after a brief moment of silence, the mood changed. For the next hour, these young women trusted the space they created and began to share some of their deepest secrets, from witnessing physical abuse in their homes between their parents, drug abuse by family members, being survivors of sexual abuse, to how much being abandoned by a parent has profoundly impacted their interactions with others. Some also spoke of hope that they found in each other, in the friends and family that loved them, and in the God they believed would never abandon them. The collective “We feel you” gave them the opportunity to find strength and support through solidarity. No eyes were dry that evening when we closed the session, including my own. There were few words exchanged after we formally closed the session, but the endless hugs and tears across the room spoke more than words ever could. Some allowed their tears to flow as if they were making up for all the other times they kept their feelings bottled inside. 

We had a breakthrough moment that day. The degree to which these young women shared with and supported each other was a testament to the fact that we had finally reached a point in the program where the girls were beginning to trust each other and the space in earnest. This moment would set the tone for all other activities moving forward. 

Poems of Beauty
We had spent enough time focusing on the “My Feelings” portion of our self-esteem and confidence exercises, so I asked the girls to redirect their focus to the “My Shell” aspect of themselves. We underwent the Circle of Feelings activity the week before so I thought we had gathered enough momentum to continue to dig a little deeper.  This time, I asked the girls to think and write about two things: the first was about some physical aspect(s) about themselves that they strongly liked and the second was a physical aspect about themselves they did not like or did not like as strongly. Based on what they wrote, I then asked them to write a self-affirming poem that incorporated those two aspects about themselves. They were especially encouraged to write a poem to themselves that included words they wished they had heard when they felt the least confident about any physical part of themselves. Once they finished, I told them that we were going to have a poetry session and that each person would be responsible for sharing their poem with the group in an “open mic-style” session. Below are a few of the poems that the girls wrote.


Oh My Important Body (age 13)

Oh my important body!!
Do you know that I love you??
I’ll always love you because you
Are the most important thing I’ve ever had.
I’ll never abuse you because you never abused me.
Oh my important body!!
I’d like you to know that,
Loving you was the second best thing I’ve ever done in the world,
Because finding you was the first.
So I’ll always love you forever because God created you in his purpose
Oh my perfect body in its place!!
Oh God Bless You forever!!!

Poem about Myself (age 12)

Look at how beautiful your body is
How the world shakes at every step you take,
How beautiful and big your eyes are,
And how your nose seems to open all up whenever you’re angry.
Beautiful…
Look at how tall you are,
And how beautiful and dark your skin is.
Beautiful…



What a Natural Girl (age 14)
What a natural girl,
Look at those big two teeth you have, those juicy lips
The eyes that I can see who you are, you are beautiful

What a natural girl that God has made,
The custard skin with pimples like strawberries,
Oh she’s so tall she could reach the top of the door,
Oh those big feet she has,
She’s beautiful no matter what. God made you for a purpose, you natural girl.
God loves you.

I am the Pretty Girl (age 14)
I am the pretty girl,
But some say I’m not.
When I look at myself, I see a bright light,
That one day people will get to see,
A beautiful flower that is me.
Yes, a beautiful flower inside of me…
Pretty, young beautiful girl is me.

The writing of these poems were a great activity for the girls. They not only provided insight into how they thought of their bodies, but also provided them with positive messages that they could always refer to whenever they needed additional encouragement.

Women’s Day
On August 9, South Africa celebrated National Women’s Day. It is a day set apart from other holidays in South Africa to honor and celebrate the ordinary and extraordinary contributions of South African women to the country’s history and society. Since it was a national holiday, the girls did not have school that day and given all the work that we had been doing in Sister’s Keeper in celebrating and supporting each other, I thought it all the more appropriate for us to commemorate this day in a special way. Zukiswa and I decided that the girls were going to have a day trip! The first part of the day would be spent at the Thuthuzela Care Centre of Dora Nginza Hospital, one of the larger public hospitals in Port Elizabeth, named after one of the few black South African nurses in the 1920s and 1930s. The second half of the day would be spent out in nature at a local park reserve where the girls would have the opportunity to further bond with each other as teenage young women. 

Thuthuzela Centre Visit
The Thuthuzela Centre at Dora Nginza is just one of about 53 others like it that offer comprehensive support to survivors of rape. We decided that while at Thuthuzela, the girls were going to donate a few gifts to the centre and later learn from the mostly female staff members at the centre about their profession and the steps they took to pursue their respective careers. We thought above all, it was important for the girls to learn two things during that visit: 1. Despite their economic circumstances, they had the capacity to serve others in their community and 2. There are real steps they can take to make their dreams a reality.
Sister's Keeper girls with Thuthuzela Staff


14 year old Babalwa reciting her poem
 "What a Natural Girl"
Over the course of several of our Sister’s Keeper sessions, Zukiswa had been working with the girls on creating a quilt that would ultimately be filled with positive messages of love and inspiration. Each of the girls were in charge of writing their own message on their section of the quilt and once they were all finished, Zukiswa would sew it altogether for the final product. The second gift was a collection of all of their poems that they had written during our “Poems of Beauty” session. 

When we arrived, the Director of Thuthuzela was ready to receive us. She provided the girls with an information session on all of the work of the centre and also challenged them to educate themselves about South Africa’s laws on rape and options they have available to them if ever they are survivors of rape. The girls then offered their presentations of the gifts, complete with a rehearsed introduction about the work of ArtWorks for Youth, Sister’s Keeper, and their reason for the girls’ visit to the center the center. The Director also asked one of the girls to recite their poem that they had written and was so touched by what she had heard that she asked for each of the girls to recite their poems.
                                                



14 year old Yolanda reciting her poem

A Day in Nature
We spent the entire morning at Thuthuzela and began our adventures in the park in the afternoon. It had begun to rain, so I told the girls that I was fine with us cutting this part of our trip short if they didn’t want to be cold and wet(remember, it’s winter in South Africa!). They shut down that option pretty quickly and told me that they not only wanted to spend the afternoon walking in the rain, but co-signed the proposition of camping out in the park for the night. We didn’t get to camp out overnight, but boy did they enjoy exploring the terrain of the rugged outdoors. We were led by a friend of the program who often went to this park as a child, and she led us literally through rivers and valleys as the girls marched with fervor and sang at the top of their lungs a host of songs, from local gospel songs, to songs by Rihanna and Luther Vandross. They enjoyed being with each other that day, but most importantly, they embraced the freedom of being the carefree and happy teenage girls they always deserve to be.


 

 



Me trying to keep up with the girls

We ended the day with a debrief upon our return back to Joe Slovo and among the many reflections on the activities of the day, some of the girls described this day as the best day of their lives. They couldn’t stop talking about this trip for days. I knew they had an unforgettable experience that day---so did I. 

Sowing Seeds
I may be at the end of my journey with these ladies, but this is in many ways just the beginning of a new journey for them. There still remain so many unknown variables over which neither they nor I have control. There could be a whole host of social, economic, and physical factors that could favorably or unfavorably alter the course of their lives as it is. I do not know what the future holds for these girls and I am not naïve about the challenges these girls will likely continue to face, but I am convinced that if they build on all the work they were able to do with Sister’s Keeper this summer, they will be that much closer to finding strength within to confront their daily challenges and fight for the full life they deserve.

It would certainly be cool to continue along this journey with them just a little longer, but Lord knows I have to graduate and I guess find myself a JOB! Seriously though, these young women have captured a special place in my heart and I sincerely thank them for not only allowing me to enter their world, but also for teaching me more than I think they’ll ever know. 

So in honor of my final post of the summer and the beautiful flowers and princesses that challenged my mind and captured my heart, I leave you all with these powerful words in song by none other than Ms. India Arie. 



Beautiful Flowers of Sister’s Keeper, this one’s for you!!

Peace and much love folks!

Marissa Davis
Master in Public Policy Candidate
Harvard Kennedy School

Thursday, August 1, 2013

It's the Little Things!

Molweni Friends!

It’s been a while since I last posted—things have been a little busy on my end—but I’m back! I know I promised to update you on the latest developments with Sister’s Keeper in this post, but I’ve decided to dedicate my next post to that because I’ve been wanting to share something else with you for the past couple weeks.

I have been blessed with many experiences and opportunities, my time here in South Africa not being the least of them. While I have certainly appreciated the often planned and structured moments in my life, be it professional, personal, academic, or anything in between, I have found no greater value than in the lessons and insights gained through life’s simple serendipities, a.k.a “the little things.” It comes in different forms: the occasional expression of kindness from a stranger, the interesting conversation with another passenger on the train, the unplanned 4-hour conversation with a friend, or the accidentally awesome find of the less than conspicuous store tucked away in a narrow alley. It may not seem like much, but I deeply appreciate those moments because they remind me that simply allowing myself to receive life as it comes can teach me more about people and the world around me than I could have ever learned by rigidly relegating myself to the life I am always planning to live. I am happy to report that I have had an abundance of those moments while in South Africa and have one of a few I’d like to share with you.

A $12 Hairdo and a Priceless Conversation
He was standing outside with a few other guys with his feet posted against the wall as I exited the car. We’ll call him Tšepo*, which means “hope” in Sesotho. It was time to get my hair done and according to the card another guy handed me a few days before in another shopping center close by, this was where I needed to be if I wanted my locs washed, twisted, and styled for the $12.  Tšepo was of a slender build with skinny jeans placed well below his waist, his body language was not particularly warm, and he looked no older than 18, but he told me that if I was there to get my hair done, I should follow him. To be honest, I initially wasn’t sure what to think! Firstly, I had not entirely ruled out the idea that getting my hair done for $12 was a gimmick(getting my hair done is usually at least six times that price!). Secondly, I had never gotten my locs professionally done by a guy before, let alone a guy that looked like he was still in high school. Thirdly, the shopping center was also not particularly populated. It was located in an area that some deemed “questionable territory” and since I had never been in this area before, I had no idea where this guy was taking me. Nevertheless, I trusted my instincts and followed him up the stairs of the shopping center.

Fortunately, my instincts did not deceive me. I entered the salon, was asked to pay the South African equivalent of $12 up front, and Tšepo guided me to the sink for my first wash. Preliminary introductions followed and as he meticulously did my hair, we discussed for the next three hours almost everything, from life in Jamaica(where I am originally from), Lesotho(where he was from), South Africa, and America, food, music, Mandela, poverty, to styling and caring for locs, history and economic opportunity. He told me he had been living on his own in PE(Port Elizabeth) in a modest single room house in a township close by for over a year and had recently started this entrepreneurial venture in styling locs with nine other young black men. They had collectively pooled together funds to rent the space and had outfitted it like any other hair salon. I later learned he was actually 21, a little older than my initial estimate. He was as skillful in styling my hair as he was in articulating his philosophies about life. 

I was especially interested in his views on life in South Africa, about which he had the following to share: He and his family moved to South Africa several years ago from Lesotho in search of better opportunities. His mother received a Master’s in Agricultural Science, his older brother graduated from university, and he matriculated(graduated from high school). He saw greater value in devoting his time to entrepreneurial pursuits than going to university, and for good reason. His mother was unemployed and since being in South Africa, had applied for countless jobs, only to be told that she was “overqualified.” “Can you believe there is such a thing as being overqualified?,” I remembered him saying. His brother had also been looking for jobs and has yet to find one worth the financial sacrifice of paying for university. Tšepo had even applied to university, had gotten in, but decided to turn down the opportunity because he and his family didn’t have the money to afford it. “It isn’t that there is a shortage of ability; it’s just a shortage of opportunity,” he said when discussing his experience in the context of others he knew whose university aspirations had come to the same fate. His mother remains convinced that education is a way out of poverty, as I too believe, but given his family’s circumstances, he found it hard to see it that way. Instead, he believed the more time he could spend mastering this craft, the more he and his business partners could grow their venture and ultimately build a franchise of salons in other areas around the country. “I just want to do something that will break the cycle of poverty for me and my family,” he said.

I also happened to have Mandela’s Long Walk to Freedom with me that day, which he noticed. It ultimately became the catalyst for our conversation on the need to discuss and learn about the past. He didn’t think there was much of a point to talk about “the struggle” and other moments of the past because he believed talking about it does nothing to change the present. I disagreed and shared that one has to first look to their past in order to look to the future, which he respected, but didn’t seem too convinced. This led us to another conversation about how much he did not believe in the government and its ability to change society, and that he found more promise in the people, which I understood. He continued to share other ambitions of entering the music industry and of also starting a non-profit that worked to offer a space to mutually engage young white South African suburbanites and black youth in townships across the city, with the hope that doing so would give both groups the opportunity to learn more about their similarities than differences.  

Three hours later and $12 lighter, I left the salon with a bangin’ hairstyle(pics below) and one of the most insightful and inspiring conversations I have had since being in South Africa. I knew his experiences were his own, but I couldn’t help but put them in the context of others both similar to and different from his own, not just in South Africa, but in Jamaica and the U.S., which I know more intimately. Tšepo offered views that begs the question that is often at the heart of policy, economic, social and political debates around the world: “How can we break the unfortunate cycle of poverty?” For me, I think it begins with a holistic offering of structural and community-based changes, which among other things, support the entrepreneurial minds and ideas of people like Tšepo. Tšepo was understandably disillusioned by the structural barriers he and his family have faced, but it did not eclipse his will to dream of a better reality and act upon it. I think the work of public service demands that we adopt a similar mindset. Acknowledge the realities as they are, but allow them to be the impetus for action in service of the vision of a fairer and kinder world. Tšepo gave me more than an awesome hairstyle that day; he gave me hope, and for that, I will always be grateful. Thank God for “the little things”!

 



* Tšepo was not his actual name, but for the purposes of respecting his identity, I decided to change his name.