Lost in Lesotho

Putting words to my experiences as a PCV in Lesotho and now as an RPCV living in the Midwest! Continuing the journey post PC with a new job and long distance relationship with my boyfriend that is born and raised in Lesotho and that I met as a volunteer!

About Me: I'm a quarter life Midwestern girl that worked with Preschool (ECCD) teachers in Lesotho, Southern Africa. Now as an RPCV, I'm working with a rural school district in IL as a parent involvement coordinator with families with children 0-3.

DISCLAIMER: this blog does not represent the opinions of the Peace Corps or U.S. government.

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jacquelinetipsword@yahoo.ca

So yesterday at the bus stop,

It was late afternoon and I hadn’t had the time to eat my lunch.  So I was standing waiting for the mini-bus taxi and eating my roasted chicken from the grocery store.  I finished and threw the bones in a cardboard box.  No more than two minutes later, I saw a ragged looking man going around the taxi rank going through the garbage.  He walked up to the box that I had thrown my chicken bones in and proceeded to clean them even better and try to suck the marrow out of the bones.  It was a real humbling experience to see such hunger right in front of me.  The man quickly threw my chicken bones back in another box and found a half-eaten pear and walked away.