Names and Relationships
02.01.2014 - 03.05.2014 75 °F
School has begun, workers continue to work around the compound and I keep meeting new people, which means more new names for me to learn. It occurred to me that here in Zambia, on this compound, I have been called Miss in 3 different languages, and go by several things. Let me give you a little insight into this.
Every day as I pass construction going on by my house, one of the workers greets me with "Mademoiselle Jen." (#1)
The kids are taught to call me either "Miss Jenna" or "Teacher Jenna." (#2)
The cook here, reminding me very much of my recently deceased Grandfather, knows a little Spanish and since we like to talk in Spanish with each other, he calls me "Siñorita." (#3)
Other workers and villagers that either work or go to church here greet me in the native language of Tonga. (Don't ask me how to spell it). (#3.2)
To the adult Americans, I am simply known as "Jenna." (#4.5)
To the goats and other animals, they just look at me and keep passing. No name is used. (#4.6)
These first almost two weeks of being at the orphanage have been busy (at times), fun, challenging and already helping me grow as an individual. The kids have taught me new games (exhibit A), warned me against standing under the "sausage" tree too long or I could be hit (exhibit B) and already started acting very silly in class (exhibit C).
Hello, my name is Jenna, and this is my Zambian life.