All our lessons in language, cultural integration skills, and work skills..... all were piling up, all aiming to how to pass the interview, that coming up in only few weeks.....

One day, we have the diversity groups of people to come talk to us on their experiences on the transition in South Africa, from early 1990s and on....  Young (age 15) and old (age 71); black, white, mix, Asian, disable and LBTGA... all have their own stories to tell...  mostly moving.....


That day on my way home..... these were the scene, I saw......

Darker.... as we were off from classes later in the day???.......

But closer to host home all brighten up again.....
Host ma was to make “pap” that made from maize powder in boiling water with the tools above.....

She was happily showing me how...... This was most of time on the table for dinner.....

We were granted with one shopping day at the larger mall further from our host homes.

While waited for the van to come, I saw two, three cows were wondering... Were they got lost last night on the way home?  It was too early for the cattle to passing by here yet.....  

Were they waited to be regrouped with others?

Seen another orange trees full with fruits on it.....

The Malls were all the same in any big cities.... of course, not I had seen a young mother has carrying her baby this way........

After we oldies had done shopping done earlier and found a restaurant to catch up with our western flavored food.  While waited for the youngsters to be done with whatever they do......

On our way back to host homes, it was way earlier than the time off from classes...

The village drillings can be seen so clearer, as it been divided widely......

Some dwellings seemed had done better than others.....

Sunday, since 11am the boys did come in the gate in couples or threesomes, to ask if we can have the gathering again....  What they really mean was to ask for “right then” at 11am.....

They came again at 12 noon, at 1pm..... Finally 2pm.....

Time passing by quickly when with kids..... soon we were tired on memorizing the time table and got into the coloring....


This, all kids liked greatly.

All enjoyed in each of their own ways.....

This 4 year old, who was enjoying more of changing the crayons and/or color pencils than coloring her own page...  Why not?  When one got the chance that was offered.   

She never let go of her art page, that was appraisable at her age.

The side of artwork under her arm was other kid’s artwork from last week.  

At end, I repeated to all on what I am required of them.  Which is coming on time and at 2pm. 

Wish me luck on this one and we will see how next Sunday turns up to be.

Our two big trees next to the water tank, has more and more flowers and leaves on the tops now.

 Cheng 9/11/2023   Posted 9/14/2023

Note:  All postings in this blog were only my own story telling to my dear friends and families worldwide.  Nothing to present Peace Corps or any other volunteers.  The pictures of kids were all with their parents' or guardiancies' approval with signatures that I can show the children's pictures to my dear ones worldwide. 











 













 










 









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