Posted Final:-( to EDHD 3100 - South Africa: Tracing the Footsteps of Social Change 2010/11
So this entire trip the word "community" continued to show its face. In our text that we read, the blogs that we wrote and the conversations that we held. But it wasn't until yesterday, that I felt we were an authentic community. If it's one thing I've learned during this experience is that community is messy, its ugly and sometimes its distant, but that doesn't make it any less of a community. Before our "community problem" I felt we were simply getting by or tolerating each other because we had to, but last night showed our strengths as well as...
Posted Bitter Sweet to EDHD 3100 - South Africa: Tracing the Footsteps of Social Change 2010/11
Things I will miss about South Africa... I will miss the hospitality; the people here smile as if smiling was equivalent to breathing, effortless. I will miss MaAfrica, oh how I love those kids, and their hearts. Though I have learned a lot from them, leaving or saying good bye has never been something that I've been good at. This is hard, my feelings are wrapped up in the future, but my mind is still trying to conceptualize today. They will forever be in my hearts, and I pray that their spirits hold hands with mines and walk with me...
Posted Ask to EDHD 3100 - South Africa: Tracing the Footsteps of Social Change 2010/11
I am crying... Scars on the inside... Internally bleeding, dying, suffering from the inside out. I am crying quietly.... In the corner of the classroom. Every time the teacher glances in my direction fixing her lips to say my name even when my hand isn't raised is the least of my fears. No I didn't do the assignment, my options were to cradle my little sister to sleep, protecting her ears from her mother's screams, forced out by the blows her new boyfriend was feeding her, or do my homework... The decision was made for me, so I sit in...
Posted Awake to EDHD 3100 - South Africa: Tracing the Footsteps of Social Change 2010/11
To be alone in a room full of people is terrifying. To be alone in a room separated from yourself is soul freeing. I found myself in both states of minds simultaneously. My name is Kiarra R. McCain. Not because that was my birth giving title, but because I own it. Because I realize that I don't know me, I want know me And the purpose is not to come to a conclusive me, but a More controlled me Better communicated me Loudly charismatic me A reflective calming me A more Christ like me More careful me A piece for...
Posted Story on an empty shelf to EDHD 3100 - South Africa: Tracing the Footsteps of Social Change 2010/11
I am cold fearful alone fearful cold, alone alone cold fearful confused... words bouncing around my head, leaping at the chance to change. changing at the thought of indifference. place your feet in my print. trace my steps. use your hands to close the wounds. cradle my feelings. If silence is sanity and noise isn't noble... why are you speaking we are one voice, with two mouths. I am one body, with many bruises. You are 100 doctors, with limited cures. limitless cures. Cures of lemons I am numb smiling at your expense buying souvenir 's at your expense walking...
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