Urban Camp days 3 & 4: Tearful goodbyes
But We Are One was differentit was completely ours, no go-betweens. We'd worked six months on Camp Malawiraising donations of both goods and cash, figuring out the logistics, creating lesson ideas, and of course saving our own coins for the pricey trip. My mind rejected the idea that it was nearly over.
I like kids. Maybe I'll have kids someday, but each day I grow more uncertain of my interest in being a parent. I'm definitely not used to kids however, and as a natural cynic, I struggled against unleashing my gentle sarcasm on credulous Malawian babes. The daily assembly was essentially a pep rally led by Rosemary, who summoned amazing energy for a woman over 60, calling on her past experiences as both a teacher and of course, a cheerleader. It was adorably goofy, and worked wonders on the children, but difficult for a jerk like me to get into. The chants though...seeing how much the kids loved them, knowing they'd helped create them, those on the other hand brought out my shit-eating grin and uncontrollable giggle fits.
Back at the hotel, our first night without beer, Tim and I powered through editing the photos we'd collected. Tim is used to being a director, but I have full faith in my editorial skills; there was a fight brewing just under the surface that we pushed away because we simply didn't have the time. We eventually narrowed down one photo for each student pair, trying to create galleries with good variety between the three days of shooting, and put our portable printer to use.
On Day 4, we set up the largest classroom for a viewing of the Lion Kingwith real electricity rather than a generator, no problems were anticipated. To my very slight disappointment, the more privileged children of Wukani were not entirely unfamiliar with the movie; however, it still delighted them to watch it in school and they reacted happily throughout.
After the movie the children were invited back to their classrooms to view the galleries Tim and I had set up; the joyful excitement from all the viewersincluding the helpful Wukani teacherswas absolutely heartwarming. I wished we had enough paper to make doubles, but these children were used to sharing and seemed thrilled to receive their prints.
Finally came the big giveaway. I was still having misgivings about these students being more well-off than I'd originally expected, but when we gave away the Jansport-donated backpacks, brand-new, all different designs, stuffed with supplies and all the artwork they'd been creating, their screams were overwhelming. As Kip said later, it was finally his chance to feel like Oprah. We called them up one by one, to the applause of their classmates. The reactionseven from a kid like Sunny who said, "and now I have two!"were truly uplifting.
To find out more, please visit the We Are One Malawi website.