A Day in the Life of Ubuntu

Whoa! How did 2 (almost 3) weeks fly by so quickly? My last post was a bit emotional for me and hard to share but I'm grateful for the positive and encouraging feedback from family, friends and even people I've never met.

This post is just to catch you all up on what I've been up to since moving to Vtown, which Vereeniging is affectionately called by most of the locals.

Good Morning, Gunk,  and God

Most of my mornings begin at 5am. I wipe the gunk out of my eyes and realize I'm up an hour before my alarm is supposed to go off. I begin to rationalize to myself how sleeping another 40-50 minutes will really benefit me. I usually vaguely remember how hard it was for me to get up the previous day when I faced this very same dilemma. I look back down at my watch. Crap. That argument I just had with myself took 20 minutes. How did that happen? What do I do... What do I do????

Haha I have always had this problem. It is not specific to my time here in South Africa. However, that is where the similarities to my day ends.

Once I finally drag myself out of bed, I try to start my day with mediation and prayer. This is something I have always tried to do but normally I'd hit the snooze button one too many times and I'd end up running around the house like a chicken with my head cut off (I need to post about how one of our chickens did end up running around the house... funny story)... Well, if I don't post about it now I probably never will. One of my roommates was home alone and heard a loud banging noise. Now imagine being in this big house with too many doors and windows to count and you are alone and hear banging that is coming from inside the house. My roommate grabbed a knife and tipped toed around the corner to find our biggest chicken, we named him snow shoe freddie, running around the living room. Haha! Good times.

Once I finish my meditation/prayer I have a sort of check list that I consult before I leave the house. It looks something like this:

Freedom

Blogging is a lot harder than it looks. As always I have no idea where to begin. However, I cant keep letting that be a road block that stops me from writing. So I will just write what I wrote down in my journal yesterday. So here goes. Don't judge me, just love me. 

Taken outside of the Apartheid Museum

2.08.2014

I received this journal in Dec 2013. It was a going away gift from my two best friends. This journal is meant to document my journey to South Africa. My journey to discover the roots of my father, and the struggle of my people. Today is my first entry. I've been living in South Africa for two weeks. Until now I havent been able to fully comprehend the magnitude of this trip. It wasn't until sitting in the middle of the apartheid museum looking at the "life under apartheid" exhibit that I felt the weight of sadness, confusion and anguish that the discriminated people of the world must have all endured during their time of persecution. Still to this day remnants of racial superiority rears its ugly head in this country and in many others.