Fanatical Football Fans

I don't even know exactly who played...I am guessing some Portuguese team. I think they won, cause it seemed like everyone and their mother was out making noise on the street at night. Just thought I would share...

My place: Before and After

hallway the day I moved in

hallway with pics from all my travels

Kitchen before

Kitchen after, with dish dryer, plastic baskets, drip mats, and panoramic photos

Living room before

Living room after. I switched the furniture around and added some cool curtains.

Living room/dining room before

Living room/dining room after. Got rid of a granny tablecloth

Bare naked office before

Better office after

Office with flare

My room with a bit of flare; new curtains and a pretty runner to cover the largest bedroom set I have ever had in my life

In Honor of Grandma Stell and Grandpa Dinky

My Grandma Estelle, who I am named after, passed away last night. She now joins my Grandpa Dinky in heaven. I am sure they are having a great laugh together.

In her last days Grandma got to hang out with her great grandson, Alain. These are their hands. (taken by my mom)

My family got to spend a last xmas with Grandpa Dinky before he passed three years ago. I took this one of his strong, experienced hands.

Breathing Space for today

The 12 Apostles Spa in Cape Town....I will be there with great friend, Naomi Yolanda Sparletta, who was in the Peace Corps with me, this December, 2010. Can't wait. ahmmm.

Teacher Training "workshop"

How do you do a practical workshop showing off new methods of assessment--grading students on what they can do, not necessarily the grammar they know in an hour every two weeks?

One of my favorite pastors nowadays is Mark Batterson, of National Community Church in DC, says that it is really important to set some seemingly unattainable goals. This is because if we think they are impossible we must rely on God to work on it. Jesus help me with this. I am really disoriented and overwhelmed, I certainly can't do this on my own.

My 4th year class

I have realized that much of what I post is about my life or work, but not a lot includes people. I told my class about it and the said I could take their photo to put on my blog. Here they are...English IV!

Most of them are teachers with over 15 years experience. A few have taught teachers who are professors now at ISCED. During the war teachers were around but not often trained and they were asked to risk life and limb to educate students, or soldiers at the time. The richest experiences I have with these students are when they tell me about their pasts and how hard they have worked to provide for themselves and their families.

Benjamin, Miranda, Helena, Nhenze, Abendego, Luís, Jacob, Jesus, Momas, Emília, Elinda, Firmino, Ngoma, Avelino, & André (Paquissi took the pic)

Ngoma wanted a photo with me to demonstrate his Rasta ideology of Peace and Love. I like that.

Things that make ya go hmmmmm

My presentation for Freshman Culture Night

Below is the translation of the brief talk I gave in Portuguese for the culture night in honor of the new freshmen. Yikes! Everything changes when you speak in front of a big group in a foreign language. I was seriously thinking about skipping out on it or coming up with some kind of excuse. Then I heard a sermon that talked about sacrifice and the importance of knowing it is not always about "me." If you make a sacrifice and do something you might not normally do, or stay in a situation you normally would just leave, you could possibly be a blessing to someone. This was evidenced tonight after the talk. I spent the whole morning doing the presentation and preparing kimbap (Korean california rolls) for a party one of my students invited me to in the afternoon. After hanging out with her family at her house, I went directly to the auditorium so needless to say I was knackered. My eyes were hurting and I was getting annoyed with some of the performances and the fact that we started an hour late. I prayed that I wouldn't fall asleep. Well, I did the presentation for maybe 150 students and faculty. Everyone was very gracious. Afterwards, though, I was outta there like a bat outta hell. I was tired! Long story short, a young kid named Jessen (my old director's name in Mozambique) came up to me with a big smile and told me he recognized me from a school visit I did this past week. He ended up walking me home because it was dark, but on the walk, I swear he never stopped smiling. He said , it is so nice to meet a native speaker and someone who understands me. I wasn't sure what he was talking about "understanding him" but he was just soooo happy to have met me. I knew he must be one of the reasons why I was led to stay there and not just go home and sleep.

uh! I just realized I spelled "belleza" the Spanish way. Perfectionist

The power and beauty of the image

Firstly, I would like to thank the organizing group for producing this event. I am a teacher but also an expressive arts fan, so thank you for having me here. I would like to particularly thank Norman, who invited me. I hope there will be more events like this in the future.
So, I think most of you don’t know who I am, so I want to introduce myself. My name is Akisha Pearman and I am American. I am &^%$ years old and the US Embassy in Luanda sent me here to stay for 10 months to help out in the area of the teaching of English. I have 10 years experience in education in 5 countries—USA, Spain, Madagascar, Mozambique, and Korea and now Angola. In addition to being a teacher I also think I have another talent…that is photography. And it is on this theme that I will speak for a few minutes.

The objective of this short talk will be to show you the beauty that exists in photos, images, and also to show the power that they possess to start conversations, inspire people, and show new ideas and points of view. After the talk I hope that I will have opened your eyes and perhaps you will be able to better appreciate this form of art.
Let’s look at the photos!

Photo 1: The desert through the bus window
Can someone tell me what this is? This is an image from the fascinating desert province of Namibe. I took it while sitting on an SGO bus a few weeks ago. For me it was difficult to capture the desert landscapes first of all because I was in motion, and secondly because I thought that the camera wouldn’t capture the colors, textures and essence of a place that was so large. Taking the photo through the window changes it into a painting. I think that it is much more interesting than a normal picture of that same place.

Photo 2: Through the ferry window in Cape Town
This is another example of what happens when you see a scene in a different way. I took it when I was in a boat in Cape Town. The scene is of the Waterfront, the port of Cape Town.

Photo 3: SGO bus photo in a photo
I took this picture also sitting in an SGO bus. I don’t know the name of the village but it was on the road on the way to Namibe. The reason I like this one is because it is a photo within a photo. Can you see the frame the window makes? Sometimes critics say that anyone can be a photographer and in some ways I think this is true. But the photographer has the power to frame his picture in a million different ways, so sometimes he is lucky and gets an image like this one.

Photo 4: Deolinda Rodrigues Road
Does anyone know this place? A good photographer must always pay attention to the changes in light and how this affects the colors, shadows, and beauty of the image. This can make a normal scene change into something of pure beauty.

Photo 5: Chinese Apple Fanta
This is another example of how something ordinary can be visually pleasing. What do you find beautiful about this one?

Photo 6: Silverware at the Grande Hotel
And here? What is interesting? I think the texture of the tablecloth is like silk and the color is brilliant.

Photo 7: We make photocopies and sell popcorn
Finally we have this photo here. I took it in Inhambane, Mozambique where I was teaching. What grabs your attention in this picture? What can you guess about the people of Mozambique using what you see in the photo? I don’t want to say that this type of conjecture is pure and creates good images of something. Sometimes it can create speedy stereotypes and characterizations. A deeper study is always better, but at least the image represents an open door to start the discussion.

Ok, that is it for now. I hope I have given you an interest in the area of photography and that you can now see the world a bit differently, but always beautifully. Thank you.

The Portuguese notes (for my own records, no need to read um)

Freshman Culture Night

The Freshmen at ISCED have an inauguration "Baptism" which includes egging and other nasty foods thrown on them in addition to streamers and colored paper. Last year they cleaned up afterwards and got to enjoy a night of culture-dance, music, theater, and poetry. The continued the tradition again this year.

Puffy table decorations. I liked the green.

Members of the audience

Here are some highlight videos of the performances. I am trying to upload with a slow connection so I will add them as fast as that allows:

Solo Singer

Angola!

I'm sorry Tracy :) Bless his heart

Seu Jorge from Brazil's "Não vou nada bem" He has the distinct voice they are trying to imitate.

Funny dancing by one guy who might just be pregnant or maybe just drank too much beer

I don't know what was up with the high singing

Blasts from the Past

Maan am I missing good friends.

Some of the perks of living in Inhambane, Mozambique for two years was teaching the students, living right by some of the most beautiful beaches, and having a good laugh with colleagues at work in the office. This phot was taken at the going away party for Daniel, another Mozambican friend. He was off to Europe to get an MA. Time files cause he is finished now and on his way back to Mozambique. Tania is the woman in this picture and she was my closest Mozambican friend. Her office was across from mine and we learned to communicate with eyes only sometimes, depending on who was in the office :) Cabo is the guy that took the photo. He is now getting a Masters in something related to transportation in Brazilia, Brazil. He used to borrow my mountain bike for "exercise" (I think he was going to visit his girlfriends-just kidding), and helped me so much when I had to write reports in Portuguese for school. He is a huge music aficionado and exposed me to many a cool tune. I miss them, but this pic brings back good memories.

The pic below was a little Peace Corps Mozambique (MOZ5) reunion dinner we had in Los Angeles when I went to visit before coming to Angola. Thanks for sending the photo, Lisa. (Lisa and I lived together for two years in Tete, Mozambique),

Korean Food..the cure for what ails me

So, without getting into too many details, I have been experiencing some intestinal issues the way I did when I was in the Peace Corps. Now it is different because I don't have crazy drunk Peace Corps Volunteers to discuss poop stories with. My problems have been going on for over a week and since it is just chronic and not explosive, I haven't gone to the doctor yet although I did de-parasite myself thanks to the local pharmacist just in case. I have been eating rather well--lots of fruits and veggies straight from the farm, but I think my body is just getting used to it. I boil things, wash them with bleach water, and drink bottled water (omg, freaking out because I can't filter or boil for this entire year! I hate buying water but here it is a must).

A few days ago I made some doenjang chigae (Korean soybean paste soup) and I seem to have cured my problems. I sent myself three huge containers of Korean pastes in February. They finally arrived here from Luanda thanks to the dean of ISCED who brought them down for me. Bless the Lord for my Korean food. I think it has cured what ailed me ☺.

Expectations

I am very proud of my students for their communicative abilities in spoken English. Many of them went to Nambia or Zambia during the war and did their schooling there. But I am having such a hard time with their writing abilities. I think what happens a lot in education in Africa is that because of historical challenges (war, colonialism, poverty), countries here try to speed through the development process.

I think I am a writer (don’t just judge my ability with this blog for goodness sake) because of the critical thinking and writing ability I have developed since I first started reading and writing—age 4 or 5, I think. After a secondary and primary education that included very minimal writing, my students were “taught,” to different degrees, about how to write a book report in year one here at ISCED. They had other basic reporting assignments throughout the next 3 years. Then, after finishing their coursework they are expected to complete a “dissertation.” Yeah, I wrote the correct word. This work is the most detailed thing, including quantitative research and methods and analysis. In the US, we do this for a Phd. I haven’t even written a paper like this “dissertation” before, thank God. So, how I am supposed to get these learners to write this thang!!??

I don’t often believe in lowering expectations, but when you are faced with so many complications and hurdles (teacher shortages which lead to over worked teachers, no materials, little class and practice time) I really have to rethink it. When you keep the same expectations and continue to fail and regress, what has to change for it all to get better?

What does it mean to be a teacher?

I experienced K-12 in US schools. My mom was a great extracurricular teacher at home when I was a kid. I also went to college and grad school in the US system. My view of what a teacher is is influenced by all my educational experiences. I remember when I was in Spain, I really hated a lot of the classes I had because they were mostly lecture and I never got to know the teachers. I rarely spoke to them during or after classes. To me a teacher wants to empower students to succeed like all of my teachers did.

Right now I am teaching in a country with a very developed tiered system (heirarchy). In this system, the chief is always right and no matter how ridiculous the mandates, those under the chief must do as he or she says. What also happens is that things don’t happen unless the chief pushes people to act.

This has facinating implications for the classroom which, in my opinion, includes teachers empowering students. It seems really difficult for teachers to make their students too good, because that would mean the students would be better than the teachers are, better than the “chief.” Teachers can’t admit that they were wrong, or are challenged by something. I am forever wrong, and am always learning.

What a culture clash! I gotta write this better so I can apply for that Phd already.

Was Michael Jackson a N&%$#*?

This was one of the questions given in response to an elicitation lesson I observed in the teacher training high school in town. I guess the answer would depend on the person you asked. I will hopefully be working on an English Club with these kids, so I will add the definition and history of this word to my to do list.

Literature Lecture

The English department was approached to do a lecture about English literature in honor or the day of the book or something like that. I helped them get some ideas together. In the end, we didn't even know who would show up but a bunch of students did. It was really great to see the Angolan English teachers struggling to give the presentation in Portuguese! I guess it means they are used to doing everything in English.

Professors Sonia and Délcio, of the English Department get their powerpoint presentation ready

I think the news was there filming the powerpoint for some reason.

Professors Sonia and Délcio as well as Head of the Department, Professor Castilho reviewing some material before starting.

IECA Evangelical Gym Celebration

Evangelical Gym
Originally uploaded by mozakisha

One of my students invited me to his Congregational Evangelical Church a bit outside of town a few Sundays ago. I wrote about it on the blog. The Pastor of the church, Pastor Canjila, invited me to come to a celebration the following Sunday. I wasn’t sure what it was, but since he offered me a commemorative orange polo (Dad, I will give it to you when I get back) I thought I should go.

He picked me up early in the morning and transported me to the multi-use pavilion. The location is usually used by Lubango’s Basketball team for games. When we entered, the place was decked out with puffy table decorations and flowers. It felt very Catholic to me, with all the pastors wearing those black shirts with the white square on the collar. The salt and pepper haired head of the church, who came down from Luanda, was wearing a big red robe like a cardinal. He also spoke in a monotone like the Pope. The Boy and Girl Scouts were also out with a vengeance. They were dressed for the celebratory occasion with safari hats, khaki safari shirts, shorts and knee high socks, fanny packs, blue beanies and yellow handkerchiefs, badges on their shirts, and water bottles, rope, and battery operated light bulbs attached to their belts. They guarded the doorways and showed people to their seats.

The main purpose of the ceremony (which ended with a terrifying confetti fire cracker) was to welcome the new provincial head of the church here in Huíla province so maybe the preaching wasn’t supposed to be inspiring. I wasn’t impressed. Salt and Pepper kept repeating that if you accept Jesus you won’t be sick anymore. He said that if you are sick for longer than 6 months, you need to change your life. I don’t agree with this kind of message, but that getting a good sermon wasn’t the reason for my presence. (I get good ones from US podcasts.) I was bout to represent!

So, I was sitting in the VIP section and those sitting next to me started to stand up as their names were announced on the speaker. They included a minister of the government, a general in the Army, the head of the hospital in Lubango, among other church officials from all over the country. The applause for all of these nobodies was typical. Guess who brought down the house, though? “Akisha, the American professor from ISCED,” that’s who! The praise and attention I get simply from being a foreigner shouldn’t amaze me anymore, but it does.

It was pretty cool seeing over 1000 people singing and dancing and waving their Bibles over their heads, even if it was in a gym. I am glad I went. A lot of my students are Christian, more so than I knew of in Mozambique.

You know, one of the promises I made to myself if I was going to come to Angola was that I needed to go to church. It has been hard since Sunday is the only day I really don’t have any responsibilities, but I have a commitment to go. When I spoke about how dry the sermon was, that is one of the reasons I have had such a hard time going to church when I am abroad. I don’t seem to get anything out of it, and people always have these expectations of me as a foreigner. I just leave as dry as I came. I don’t ever hear a decent message. Maybe I am supposed to be in church for a different reason; perhaps to affect someone else. It’s not about me.

Rainy Season

This is from when I first moved to Lubango, Late Feb/March 2010 and got into my apartment.  It rained nearly everyday like this!

My new place

I have moved into my new apartment on the 4th (or 5th if you are American) floor of Prédio 4. The building is just a 7 minute walk to my school and in the center of town. I can see the governor's mansion from the back balcony. There is a cute cafe right below me, but this being Angola, the prices are similar to Starbucks in the US...but the coffee is pretty good. The school provided me with so much furniture it took up a lot of the floor space. After a little moving around I think I am satisfied with the results. I need to put up before and after pics because these pics are from the day I moved in. Now, all my photos are on the walls and it feel like home. Here are some highlight pics:

Christ the Redeemer Statue Lubango is famous for. The is the view from my front door.

Dining room and living room. I love the balcony.

My new kitchen

View of the mountains and small neighborhoods on the outskirts of town.

View of the street from the back balcony at sunset. Yep, it looks like this every evening.

The largest bed in the history of the world. My school is really trying to impress me.

Easter Sunday

It has been really hard to find places to make friends here so I don't have any. The other English teachers are great but they all have families with young children so they don't have much time to take care of their loser colleague. Anyways, because I have no friends I was determined to do something for Easter, even if it meant inviting myself. So, one of my students wrote in his journal that he went to an Evangelical church so I asked him if I could go for Easter Sunday. He agreed and would pick me up Sunday morning early...7:00am! First of all, I was eager to see how long the day would last if I started at 7. Evangelicals tend to be long-winded. Secondly, I hate to wake up early, so this was going to be a challenge. And thirdly, I really didn't think he would come that early so I knew I didn't have to wake up but just in case, I had to.

Sunday came the alarm sounded at 6 am and I woke up at 6:30. Then I waited around until 9:30 when I got a call to say, "Miss, I just want to see if you are ready." Isn't that funny?! I wanted to say, "Are ya kiddin? Get your butt over here." But instead I said yes with positive Easter energy and went down to meet him.

The service didn't last forever, as I expected. My student made lunch for me and I was home by 2pm. However, there were many highlights. Here is my list:

1. Out of maybe 800 people in the church about half were children under 8. No wonder people think I am a freak cause I am so old with no kids. They are everywhere!
2. There was a baby with a bib that said, "Don't blame me, I just got here."
3. The digital camera age has hit with a vengeance. I was amazed that everyone and their mother had one and was recording the festivities. This digital thing has really changed the way photos are taken.
4. My student that brought me to church is the head of the choir and band. He had the whole church singing "Manda fogo sobre mim" in english, "Send your fire over me." Everyone kept looking at me and smiling. I am going to think that they did it just for me :)
5. I was pleased with the "pimp" shoes I saw on many of the gentlemen. White and shiny and really long and pointy.
6. Tshirts on the children and youth choir:
7. "Cheerleaders Suck"
8. A (definitely Chinese) Hotwheels and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles collage
9. "Playboy-www.wantonelove.com" (What the heck?)
10. A bunch of teenage girls were decked out in white dresses of varying bridal styles and time periods. My favorite was an off white number with a three foot train. The chick picked up that train with her tiny arms to walk up and give the offering. She was sweating bullets by the time she got back around to her seat.
11. In Black gospel choirs you usually have some sort of march song you sing while doing some choreographed steps as you come into the church and onto the stage. The "older lady" choir (there as a children's, youth, ladies', men's) did the coolest thing where they would sing, "Tchaka, Tchaka, Tchaka, Tchaka, Tchaka, Tchaka, Tchaka, Tchaka, Doop Doop Doop." For the doop doop, they stomped their feet on the floor. It was the cutest thing I have seen. The rest of the congregation was loving it. They were all smiles and giggles.

After the service I became a politician, shaking the hands of everyone that exited. Then we headed to my student's house for a quick lunch. He brought along a choir friend who walked with crutches. I was on the same kind, the ones where you stick your arm through a plastic hole and hold on to the arm handles, but this guy was amazing. I guess he has been on them his whole life but we were walking on some pretty precarious dirt and rocky roads. he was whizzing through like a pro. We ate sweet potatoes, salad, fish (yes, i ate it), and mango juice while watching the news on tv. Everyone was so nice. It was a really nice Easter.

Think Prom, but in Angola with alcohol out in the open

Here are some vids of the excitement at a party at the school of the husband of one of my students (whew!).  They were having so much fun.