Napoleon the Safari Legend

Plans to take the kids from Injabulo and Moriah to Hlane Royal Nature Reserve on school trips had been underway for quite some time; and finally the time came and we had two weeks filled of children, nature reserves, wild animals and stress.

Injabulo School Trips

To make things even more difficult on ourselves we decided to do something nice for the kids at Injabulo; I do enjoy doing lovely things for them, it’s just that you have a really great idea and then you realise that you have to repeat that really great idea at least 60 times. So, we hit PEP once again (the shop workers in there are basically our family now) to buy 60 blank t-shirts on which we were going to write ‘Injabulo Preschool’ and ‘Hlane 2013’ – yes, that’s right, PRESCHOOL TOUR T-SHIRTS!
After a full weekend of nothing but writing these exact words on t-shirts over and over again I was so sick of it that I would be happy if I never have to see another t-shirt again in my life... however that would be rather impractical.

Hard work paid off!

Teacher t-shirts ;)

To make everything easier on ourselves we stayed over at Nelsiwe’s house on the Tuesday evening to cook the food and get up early for the first trip on Wednesday! We were up at 6am to dish the food into take away boxes and then it was time for another naked basin wash, squatting in a large plastic tub of water in Nelsiwe’s bedroom... at least this water was hot as it had just been boiled in the kettle, which is more than can be said for the showers in hostel on a morning.
So we pack all of the kids into the hired kombi and head off to Hlane! Hlane is a small nature reserve when you compare it to the likes of Kruger (well, compared to the likes of anything as Swaziland itself is tiny!) but we saw Lions, giraffes, elephants, impala, kudu, nyala and even had our road blocked by a herd of white rhino. One Lion we actually saw lying with a dead impala, so we had obviously just missed a kill! Probably for the best really, some 4 year olds might have walked away slightly traumatised after seeing a Lion murder a small impala in front of their eyes.

Crocodile Class

HLANE 2013!

We also took them to Swazi Secrets where they process the oils from the marula nuts to make beauty products, unfortunately they weren’t doing any production while we were there, but the kids seemed to have fun pushing the crushing machines around and wearing marula lip balm.  

The second Injabulo trip was pretty much the same as the first; apart from the fact that Hlane was so busy with about 4 school trips we had to wait hours for our safari. In the mean time we took the kids down to the reception which was teeming with American tourists and we had them all singing and dancing! Yes, we actively paraded our cute preschoolers in front of tourists for entertainment, but it meant that they weren’t getting up to any mischief and the tourists now have lots of pictures and videos of our awesome kids to show people back home.

'Thishela' - teacher in SiSwati.

Ashley’s Birthday!

Friday 19^th sees Ashley joining the land of 19 year olds! To celebrate we had planned to have a joint preschool party for Ashley and Nelsiwe’s daughter Ciara; what we didn’t realise is that Nelsiwe’s plan was to have the party ‘after’ preschool hours, which she failed to tell us. So we muddled through the day with no other teachers and random people in party dresses and presents turning up around 12 o’clock. Failure in communication and Swazi Time... obviously the day was never going to go as planned. 

In the end it was really great fun and absolutely crazy! Nelsiwe had made enough food to feed all of the kids at preschool, all of her children (who stayed off school for the occasion) and all of the guests she invited. There was also a huge birthday cake for Ashley and Ciara, and after the cutting of the cake and making a wish Ciara nearly took off the face of one of the preschoolers as she started jumping up and down with the gigantic knife still clutched in her destructive little hand. This is the girl who can completely wreck my classroom with her bare hands in 10 minutes, rips up worksheets, chews on laminated resources and sucks on the blades of scissors... she should never ever be given anything weapon-like!

Little devil!

We head to soup kitchen with another huge cake that Ashley bought from Matata Spar to hand out, everyone’s eyes (especially Aunty Vinahs!) light up when they see the massive black forest gateaux and everyone gets a slice. 

Mmmm, licking the box clean.

When we arrive back to hostel the girls have a little birthday surprise for Ashley... they drag her outside armed with ketchup bottles, they absolutely COVER her in it before they take a bucket of cold water and dump it over her head. They then proceed to turn on the tap that is used to fill the pool and drench her past drenched! I’m so glad I was in Botswana on my birthday, these girls are merciless!

Ketchup attack

Water attack

Moriah Centre School Trips

With the small Moriah kombi that we drive we were only able to take one class per day... so that’s 4 classes, add that to our Injabulo trips and we would’ve been to Hlane 6 times in 2 weeks! No. We took opposite days for some light relief from driving around all the time.
On both days that Ashley went to Hlane she returned with photos of the watering hole with elephants, giraffes, hippo, rhino and basically everything else all together drinking in a really African scene. When I went there was either nothing at the watering hole, or a few rhinos. Looks like she had the luckier days!
However we did see a Lion and two Lionesses running through the grass towards our kombi, and when they slowed down the Lion basically brushed himself along the back of the kombi... safe to say I was pretty nervous in the driver’s seat!

Moriah Crocodile Class

Other developments at Hlane with Moriah Centre revealed that Aunty Sphiwe (the other teacher of my class) had the hots for Napoleon our safari guide! I could totally tell that they were flirting in SiSwati and then the next trip I went on she told us that we had to get his number for her... PULLED!

Things are crazy as ever here, but I’m going to miss it when it ends.

Kate xx

P.S. At soup kitchen this week Aunty Vinah’s Mum was wandering around with 3 kittens in a bag begging us to buy them for E5 each. That’s £1 for 3 kittens to you. Unfortunately we couldn’t as we have nowhere to keep them, and I was heartbroken leaving them there... but the great thing is we were talking about it at Sisekelo and one of the sports coaches decided he wanted to buy them!
So the next time we were at soup kitchen we bought 2 of the kittens (the 3^rd apparently disappeared or was eaten or something) and brought them back to hostel for him! They’re called Ashley and Kate. Score. 

N'AAAWWWWW <3

“What’s it doing now?” “Spraying urine.”

This week has been a busy but fun week! Last Sunday Ashley’s Mum Jane and Step-father Paul arrived in the country so since then it has been a hectic mash-up of showing them our projects and trying to give them a real Swazi experience!

The day they arrived we went in the hire car to Malolotja Nature Reserve which is past Mbabane and right up in the highvelds of Swaziland. It was COLD; I had goose bumps and I was shivering. The Tree Top Canopy Tour’s base was on the top of a hill in the reserve; the wind was blowing, it was overcast and I hadn’t brought anything warm – I keep forgetting that Big Bend is the hottest place in Swaziland; you basically wear the least amount of clothes that’s socially acceptable.
We were so high up that when you looked out over the mountains the clouds were literally sitting on the summits, it was beautiful.
Ashley, Paul and I did the Malolotja Tree Top Canopy Tour; which was a series of zip lines that took you from the top of a valley in the game reserve to the bottom. It was great fun! You could go seriously fast on the zip lines and when you were hanging over the valley you could look right over the carpet of treetops beneath you and hear the river gurgling below.

Cloud Level!

After the Tree Tops we headed to ‘Swazi Candles’; Swazi Candles along with some other independent shops come together to create a lovely Craft Market in Malkerns near Manzini. The place is full of hundreds and hundreds of handmade candles all with a Swazi/African feel to them; there are 2 or 3 people who sit in the shop itself to make the candles for shoppers to watch, but in total there are 12 candle makers in a small workshop elsewhere. We saw one man make an elephant from a ball of wax in about 5 minutes flat, the craftsman ship is amazing and the candles really are beautifully made!

Monday brought Injabulo into the lives of Jane and Paul; the kids went absolutely crazy (as they do when we get any visitors) and carried on their new obsession of stroking manly arm hair... They really are fascinated, I think it must be because black people have less body hair than white people – they must think we’re some sort of animal! 

Jane and Paul had brought out 3 30kg suitcases from the UK, and about 50kg of their luggage was toys, presents and clothes for the kids. So at Injabulo on Monday they had a whale of a time throwing bean bags around and dressing up as princesses, ladybirds, Woody from Toy Story and a Little Miss from The Mr Men!

(Jane and Paul's Pictures)

(Jane and Paul's Pictures)

Tuesday was the Moriah Center; the day started out great as we were reading a story that included making popcorn for all the kids to eat... They loved watching the popcorn maker spit out the popcorn; however they had to wait a little while longer to try some because the teachers were more interested in eating all of the popcorn their selves rather than handing it out to the children, haha! 

Unfortunately at play time the day took a turn for the worst; one little boy came up to us in the playground crying and he had a plastic truck toy sticking out of his side. Two of the wheels had came off and we presumed that there was an exposed metal spike which had lodged itself into his skin. We’re still not sure how it happened; we thought he had fallen on it, but the rest of the kids said that someone threw it at him and it got stuck... no one is sure how it happened.
Luckily Jane and Paul had the car there so we managed to get him to the private hospital down the road in 2 minutes of it happening. The doctors weren’t sure how deep the metal was so they had to give him a full anaesthetic to knock him out in case he wriggled when they were removing the truck. Thankfully the metal wasn’t deep enough to puncture anything and all he needed was a few stitches and some medicine.
Everything turned out fine; but if Jane and Paul hadn’t been there we don’t know what would’ve happened, the kombi we usually drive was in South Africa because the missionaries had been taken to Pongola in it. Inevitably we would have been in a horrible situation if it wasn’t for their car, we wouldn’t have been able to pull it out because we wouldn’t have known the extent of the damage so we would have had to carry him 20 minutes to hospital.

After the drama at Moriah on the morning we headed off to Hlane the Royal National Park for a sunset safari! We saw loads of rhino, impala (obviously)and warthog; we also saw elephants for the first time! I couldn’t have been any more excited and I was not disappointed, there was a herd of about 8 elephants and the bull was MASSIVE. It was walking directly behind our truck and at one point I’m pretty sure it started charging at us because it picked up some speed, started flapping its ears and our ranger put his foot down pretty hastily to get us away. Amazing.
After what I now call a hideously expensive dinner (E140 - £10), we watched all the staff of Hlane do a traditional Swazi dance, the third proper one that we have seen... and by far the longest. I love watching them dance but it is rather repetitive and when it goes on for about 40 minutes you start to get a little bit bored. But at the end everyone got up together and had a bit of a stomp around with the staff before retiring to their paraffin lit huts. There’s no electricity in the accommodation at Hlane so you have to put paraffin lamps everywhere to create some light, personally I love it as I feel that electricity kills the atmosphere of sleeping in a hut even if it has a kitchen, bathroom, living room, two double rooms and a platform in the rafters with four single beds! This was a party hut for sure, it was brilliant.

Perfection.

Swazi Secrets

The next morning we left Hlane and went to a factory called Swazi Secrets; Swazi Secrets produce beauty products from the oil extracted from the Marula nut.    

Every year in March the people of Swaziland celebrate Marula season by drinking the traditional Swazi beer ‘buganu’, I have spoken about it before on this blog. After the women have used the actual fruits to ferment and make the beer they take the nut from the fruits and dry them for weeks in the sun. During March/April time the workers of Swazi Secrets go out into the rural impoverished communities of the lowveld areas of Swaziland to buy the marula nuts from the local women who have made the beer; they weigh the nuts/kernels on the spot and pay by cash per kg.

Marula Tree

They then take these kernels to the Mpaka factory to be crushed by hand and the oil to be extracted and made into beauty products. Instead of having one large mechanical machine that crushes the nuts Swazi Secrets have opted for a number of smaller man-powered machines that crush smaller quantities of nuts. For every 40kg of nuts crushed 11kg of pure marula oil is gained.
The smaller machines make the extraction process much more sustainable as each machine has the community name written on it; therefore only the nuts from that community may be crushed in that machine. Therefore if there’s a bad batch of products the workers can trace which machine the nuts were crushed in and then know which community the nuts were bought from; this allows them to pull the rest of the communities batch for testing before shipping and they can go back to the community and find out what caused the marula nuts to be contaminated.
Whereas if all of their nuts were crushed together they would have to destroy larger batches of products without knowing the problem, so the smaller machines prevent cross-contamination, promote sustainability of the factory’s process and they save money!

Crushing the kernels for natural oil

The visit really was very interesting and we were shown around the production room where the products are actually made. It couldn’t have been any larger than a store room and there were 3 workers in there doing everything by hand; one lady was painstakingly heating up and measuring out ingredients for marula lip-balm by hand (this allows higher control of the temperature so that the oil doesn’t degrade at a too high heat), and man was packaging the lip-balms into their containers while another lady stamped on the date of expiry. 

After seeing this production on such a small scale I wasn’t expecting the company to be large or well known; therefore it surprised me when they said that they export to the UK and Germany and their products are very popular in Europe, they have even been given a ‘Product of the Year’ award by Elle! 

The company is also co-funded by the WK Kellogg Foundation, that’s right, the very same Kellogg that brings you your cornflakes in the morning. 

I really enjoyed our visit to Swazi Secrets and it is fantastic knowing that they are supporting the rural women in the communities who harvest the raw materials; these communities include places that we are very familiar with... For example Mpolongeni where we run our soup kitchen is one of the areas that provide Swazi Secrets with marula kernels for crushing, and I think that it is fantastic that there are some companies out there who are dedicated to providing fair business to the Swazi population.

www.swazisecrets.com

Thursday brought soup kitchen with Jane and Paul! The first thing that Aunty Vinah said to them was along the lines of ‘where are the surprises?!’, although what she was getting wasn’t really a surprise because she had been asking for chocolates ever since we arrived in the country.
Either way she was happy with her gifts and there were even more clothes that had been brought for the kids to wear; I’m pretty sure that we’ve clothed these children about 3 times over in the time that we've been here!
One of the little girls at soup kitchen, SiSi pleasantly surprised me this week; she’s the one in the pictures that always wears the white and blue chequered shower cap. She never smiles, is really timid and gets scared really easily, but this week is was like she was a different person!
She was smiling, laughing, letting me tickle her, hugging me rather than sitting rigid in my arms and gripping on like a little monkey. I even started jiggling her around in my arms (which normally terrifies her) but this time she stared throwing herself into it, laughing and waving her arms around.
I know that this probably doesn’t make sense to you but after knowing someone for 6 months and suddenly seeing a personality change for the better just made me feel so proud and happy for her, it’s like she’s a new little girl and I don’t know what has happened to make the change but I am grateful that it has happened.  I just hope it carries on and she doesn’t go back into her shell.

We finished off Jane and Pauls visit with a trip to Manzini to see Kathy and Richard and eat at our favourite Portuguese Manzini restaurant, Gil Vicente (one that we have been seeing quite a lot of lately!)

So now Ashley, Jane and Paul are gallivanting around South Africa, they’re currently in Durban before going to Cape Town and finally Johannesburg. 

So for a week I am alone on project and running everything by myself, hahaaa let’s see how this goes shall we?!

I am interested to see what this week brings, hopefully there will be no more drama otherwise I will have a lot on my plate... Wish me luck!

Kate xx

P.S. The name of this blog is a quote from our ranger on safari at Hlane; Paul asked him what a rhino was doing now and he bluntly replied ‘spraying urine’. His accent and the way he said it reduced Ashley and I too immature fits of laughter for about 5 minutes straight and I almost chocked on my Hunters Dry. It’s a memory I will cherish forever.