Let me take you away 8,000 miles to the country of South Africa. I recently returned from a journey that I will never forget. The spark for the trip began last fall in my 2nd grade classroom of 26 students at Sacred Hearts School in Bradford. I wanted the children to have pen pals somewhere else in the world to communicate with. I emailed Fr. Alfred Ellis, OSA, Pastor of our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church in Kloof, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. He quickly put me in touch with Avila Power, the parish’s Religious Education Director. The seeds were planted and friendships blossomed. Then I began to dream – wouldn’t it be fun to see these children in person. I relayed my thoughts to Fr. Al who returned a one-line email – see you in South Africa! That was it, the dream became reality.
On June 20th I began my solo flight with no fear, just excitement in the anticipation of seeing a new country, its people and stories. From the moment I was picked up at the Durban International Airport by Father Al and Fr. Benji Gomas, OSA, until I was delivered back for my return flights, I experienced such incredible Augustinian hospitality and friendship. My two week stay with three very caring, intelligent, friendly Augustinian Sisters at a retreat center on the top of Botha’s Hill, became my mainstay out of which I ventured daily to see the sights and people. I also grabbed every moment I could for solitude and time with me.
The first night I slept like a baby, but was awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of a rooster. I began to wonder if I was in the middle of a farm, but when I awoke in the morning, looked out to see the beautiful view of the Valley of 1000 Hills, and down below, I realized where I was. Just below the cliff and spread as far as the eye could see, were Zulu homes, mostly made from scraps, with outhouses, no running water, dirt roads, freely roaming cows, chickens, goats, roosters and dogs. The contrast between my comfortable home away from home on the hill and this sight was truly an eye-opener.
My trip was packed full of adventures, beginning with Fr. Benji who delivers food parcels to the very poor (among numerous other jobs). He took me along and as we ventured deep into Zulu country I began to realize the basic needs of the local people. He told me of the many Zulu customs, the one most amazing to me being that for a Zulu male to marry a “pure” female, he must give eleven cows to the bride’s family as a dowry. Not many are capable of this, thus, the lack of marriages and the high number of children living with mothers and the pandemic of AIDS. In the near four years that Fr. Benji has been assigned in South Africa he has performed three Zulu marriages. Many Baptisms occur, however. Zulu bury their dead in the backyard. Despite the hardships, when I attended Mass on two Sundays, these people were full of smiles, dressed beautifully, very clean and social. All women and girls wear skirts to Mass and the men sit on the right, women in the middle and children on the left. Women watch over not only their own children, but those of others. After Mass a little Zulu girl touched my leg and wanted a hug. I crouched down and we hugged for the longest time. Then I looked into her big brown smiling eyes, told her I loved her and she told me the same. She made not only my day, but an embrace for eternity!
At my last Mass I was looking next door at St. Leo Primary School, where I was to see nearly 500 children learning. Due to a month long nationwide strike, schools were closed and that never happened. I did spend time with the principal, a teacher and the youth minister, and set into motion a uniform project, where winter track suits for boys will be sewn by a local Zulu woman (giving a local person work). Donations that had been collected will furnish these children with winter and summer uniforms. Girls had been helped last year and now it is time for the boys. Most families cannot even afford the very low tuition, let alone uniforms, or enough nutrition. I also oversaw the beginning of a potential plan to start a large garden where supervised children will grow vegetables to be used for their one hot meal of the day – that being at school.
The four college graduate Augustinian volunteers, Jake, Matt, Mary and Brianna, proved to me to be unique individuals, who pour their hearts and souls into challenging work in the schools, hospice center, orphanage, and wherever else needs arise. They are committed to caring for the needy and will take back to America with them a part of their lives that they will never forget. I know I won’t forget what I saw and felt with my mind and heart.
Many parishioners of OLM showed me the sights and took me into their homes for many “chats”, good food and wine! I feel blessed to have made so many new friends and to be part of an ongoing outreach project for those less fortunate in an emerging country. My trip seemed provident at many times, but especially one day, as I was relaxing on a bench outside the retreat house (called Jacob’s Well), I was listening to the sounds below in the Zulu villages, watching beautiful clouds that seemed so much closer than at home due to the altitude of the hills or maybe because it felt like I was halfway to heaven! On this Sunday there was a private party next door. I could hear the singer begin to sing country western songs which seemed very unusual in this setting. It gets better! Then I began to hear the Bee Gee’s song, “Going Back to Massachusetts” which really made me feel like I was connected and meant to be there.
The trip was one I absolutely will never forget and I thank all who helped in donations to Augustinian Missions and prayers for these South African people. The young generation truly needs education, good nutrition and the knowledge to teach others in and for the future. The hope and joy that I saw on their faces warmed my heart then and will continue to do so. When I left Fr. Al and Fr. Benji on my last day I knew I would go back in a heartbeat. As I walked through the airport in Johannesburg for my connecting flight home, I heard Whitney Houston singing her song “The Greatest Love of All” which took my breath away and made me realize I was meant to see and share the love of many people far away in distance, but not in heart.
God Bless you and thanks for sharing the journey with me. Stay tuned for the next chapter!
Nancy Cronin