She Was

It's been awhile and once again I am very sorry. I guess I am just not good at keeping this thing updated. I had internet issues, once again, got them fixed and planned on updating last week but my landlady died so I was pretty busy last week. Funerals in Botswana are a huge deal. If you haven't read my post Saturday's are for Funerals you can check it out to get the details on all that goes down when a person dies.

 Since it was my landlady who died, the compound I lived on was extremely busy last week and all weekend with people coming to pay their respects for the family and to help the family prepare for the burial on Saturday. I had been to a couple funerals before but this time I got the first hand experience of what goes on, because it was right outside my door. Let's just say this past weekend I didn't get much sleep. They make a lot of bread all week so the people from the community who help out with the cooking, setting up tents, bringing chairs, slaughtering goats and cows, and digging the grave can have some tea and bread while they help out. I helped make a lot of the bread, which was fun to learn. They make the rolls over hot coals. On Friday night they had a bunch of bread to make so they formed a type of oven using hot coals, sheet metal and cement bricks to cook the bread. It was really interesting. I also learned how to make megwinya (pronouced me-gween-ya), also known as fat cakes, which is this fried dough ate often here. That was fun but you have to be careful not to splash oil when putting the dough in the pot of boiling hot oil (I found out the hard way, being splashed with hot oil is not fun). 

Borotho (bread) ready to be baked

The whole week and weekend I was asked by various people about how Americans do funerals. They were surprised when I told them we don't normally slaughter goats and cows and the family members aren't making bread and cooking massive amounts of food for the people of the community who come to pay their respects. I also had to explain to them that because the US has people in it of many different cultures, traditions and backgrounds, funerals often very from person to person. Even within my own family my Grandma Warner and my Grandpa Skillings had very different funerals.

I ended up not staying up all night Friday night due to the fact that I am still fighting off some sort of cough so I went to bed around midnight to get back up at 5am to bath and head to the main house for the morning service before the burial. As I was falling asleep people were outside signing hymns into the night. It was actually kind of soothing.

Saturday morning the compound was packed with people. Botho's late husband was a kgosi (chief) of the village, so I think this had something to do with how many people were in attendance. After the burial we all headed back to the compound for lunch. I ended up having to use my own plate from house because there weren't any of the provided plates left there were soo many people. In the afternoon the family members met to discuss what will happen to the house and other matters that needed to be discussed. Sunday was the day of washing. All of Botho's things needed to be washed, including all of the already clean stuff, and soaked in this special herb. The Batswana believe that after someone dies all their things need to be cleaned to remove any essence of the person that is in the items. They soak these things in this special herb that helps to remove this person's essence.

I am sad to see Botho go but death is a part of life and I know she is in a better place now. She was old and suffering from pneumonia and bronchial spasms. I know she was in pain and now she is not. Botho was a very sweet lady and very welcoming of me. She would often sit out on the compound and bask in the sun (this is a common occurrence in Botswana, especially during the winter months when the insides of the houses are freezing). I would make a point to say Dumela to her as I came and went from my house. Most times I would sit and chat with her. Her English wasn't great but we somehow figured out a way to communicate with each other. I will miss these times. Please keep the Tshelane family in your thoughts and prays as they go through this process of mourning their loss.

R.I.P. Botho Tshelane. You will surely be missed.

"Say not in grief '(s)he is no more' but live in thankfulness that (s)he was'"

Hebrew proverb