Showing posts with label The Real World. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Real World. Show all posts

Monday, 10 March 2014

Real World Gaborone - Episode 4



Outside of the government building where you
apply for passport

This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite... and start getting real. This is The Real World, Gaborone.

“Sometimes you just have to come up with a list of what to do when the power goes out,” I say.
“Now you’re sounding like actuary Tina,” Jenny says.
“But my point is that we should be prepared…this power thing sounds like it’s going to be a long-term issue,” I explain.
“Ok, what should be on the list?”
“Read a book?” I say tentatively…
“Yeah – we need to be FAR less plugged in!” Jenny says.

And this is what it’s been like – Power and water are a serious issue these days in Botswana.
When we first arrived here, it was water.
We had 3 days a week where there was no water available during the day.
Now that it’s finally raining, the power is the issue.
The rain is hampering coal production in South Africa where Botswana imports 85% of their power.
Botswana is in the midst of building their own power station but has had issues with it.
They are trying to rectify the issue, obviously, but apparently it could mean that we are without power up to six hours a day, every day, until the end of April.

In Casa Maria that means, no water.
I think that’s what makes us most cranky.
That, and no internet.
The other night Tina and I sat in the car another half hour after we got home, just listening to the radio, trying to feel connected to the outside world after a full day without power.

Random Conversations with locals
Some of my friends have been asking what life is REALLY like here in Botswana.
The following are a few conversations with local Batswana.
Please note, I don't want to generalize that this is what it's like all over Botswana - 
These are simply short interactions with the Batswana we know.

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A street musician in Main Mall
“I don’t know about women working.” Kopano says.
“What do you mean?” Jenny asks.
“Well…look at your shoes!” Kopano points to Jenny’s heels, “How are you supposed to carry food back to your home in those?”

*****
“Ummmm…I just got offered the tea lady’s baby,” I say as I walk into our office.
“What?” Tina asks.
“Yeah, I was talking to Belé and the coffee lady* and she showed me a picture of her 7 month old son and asked if I would take him home.”
“That is so weird,” Jenny says.
“Yeah, but maybe they think you would give him a better life.” Tina adds.
“He is kinda cute…” I say, “But Jenny, aren’t you the one who wanted to adopt a little African baby? Here’s your chance!”

*coffee lady – we have a woman in the office who brings us coffee, tea, and sometimes cookies each morning.
Belé is the “office boy” – less of a “boy”, more of a 40-something man, he runs errands for the directors, washes our car from time to time (with only a bucket of water in the office car park), and happens to like me J

*****

Perhaps the man who fixed my shoes?
Main Mall
This morning, we arrive to the office and pull in to the parking garage. We empty the contents of the truck and head to the elevator.
“Good morning Belé!” I say with a smile.
“Dumela Mma,” he returns as he takes my bags from me.
We exchange pleasantries when I show him the one plastic bag I’m carrying this morning.
“Belé, can you help me today?”
“Yes Mma.”
“I need my shoes re-soled and re-heeled.”
“No problem Mma. No problem,” Belé smiles, “I will take them for you today.”

It is as simple as that! I go about my day’s meetings and Belé takes my shoes to get fixed. Before lunch, they’re back in my hands and I’m only $8 lighter, and that includes a tip for Belé! Things like this could get me used to life in Africa…


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Jr. – a mid-20’s Toronto boy, born and bred. Accountant by trade. On this project to travel and try something different. Nurse/student girlfriend at home.
Trevor – an early 30’s guy from the Caribbean. Completed a number of these types of projects before in different countries. Single
Tina – a late 30’s/early 40’s Caribbean woman who has lived and worked with Trevor on projects in different countries. Single
Jenny – an early 30’s woman from Vancouver. Common-law Life partner at home.
And me. LuckyCdnGirl. Accustomed to travel but never been to Africa

Friday, 21 February 2014

The Real World Gaborone Episode 2

This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite... and start getting real. This is the Real World, Gaborone.

We’ve got all the right characters (names have been changed to protect their privacy).


Jr. – a mid-20’s Toronto boy, born and bred. Accountant by trade. On this project to travel and try something different. Nurse/student girlfriend at home.
Trevor – an early 30’s guy from the Caribbean. Completed a number of these types of projects before in different countries. Single
Tina – a late 30’s/early 40’s Caribbean woman who has lived and worked with Trevor on projects in different countries. Single
Jenny – an early 30’s woman from Vancouver. Common-law Life partner at home.
And me. LuckyCdnGirl – From the TDot. Sweet dog and loveable fam at home. Accustomed to travel but never been to Africa!


Since episode one: not much has changed. We continue to work long days and play hard when we can… Jr’s girlfriend arrived for a one week visit earlier this week, so Trevor, Tina, Jenny and I have been holding down the fort at Casa Maria.

Walkin' around the neighbourhood

 Thursday night at Casa Maria...

Jenny and I sprawled out on the leather lazy boys in our tv room and watch the rest of the Internship…Jenny sipping on her favourite South African red, me, my new fave, gin and tonic… Finally, a peaceful night at Casa Maria.

We laugh at the easiness of the movie and wonder what Tina is going on about as she walks through the house mumbling things. The ease of our evening suddenly turns when we hear a knock at the door. We look at our phones. It’s just past 9pm. Who on earth is at the door?

An early morning meeting
Jenny heads to the front door and asks, “Hello? Who’s there?”
“It’s me Jeff.”
Our BOSS! WHAT?! WHAT is he doing at our house in the middle of the night…In the middle of OUR peaceful night?!
Tina hears us and heads down to help us out.
“Where’s the key,” Jenny asks.
(Casa Maria has about 5 billion doors, each with keys that unlock them from the INSIDE and out. We have six…YES, six keys to the front door and yet none of them are nearby.)
Tina runs back up to grab her key.
I go upstairs to find Trevor, “Get downstairs with us! It’s Jeff!”
“What the…” Jeff shakes his head and heads downstairs with me…
Finally we get the door open, and Jeff, his wife Cindy and their buddy, Johnny (who is doing creative work on the project) stroll in.
“We brought leftovers!” smiles Cindy…
We are all wondering what on earth is going on…when we realize, it truly isn’t as bad as we thought.

Trevor leaves for his 3 week trip home on Saturday (the girls in the house are devastated as we have NO idea how we’ll cope without our personal chef, driver, bodyguard, and big brother) and Jeff, Cindy and Johnny leave for a weekend trip tomorrow morning. They had just returned from dinner out thought they’d drop in to say their farewells to Trev (and apparently leave us with their butter chicken and naan leftovers).

Cut to later in the evening…

We’re hanging out in our upper lounge area at Casa Maria. There are crazy oversized chairs and a piano. The chairs are referred to as thrones and somehow there is GREAT wifi reception there…If I’m quiet and in the house, you will usually find me on “my throne”.

Tina, Trevor and I are discussing the next morning’s timing. We were pleased we had no 730am meetings and since the boss was going to be away…we were thinking we could have a little more time to sleep in… :)

Celebrating 100 days until the African Youth Games
Ok Trevor, if we’re not leaving for the gym til 6am, I’ll wake you at 5” Tina says with a smile.
“WHAT? You need an hour before you go to the gym?” I ask.
“No! Tina, you’re nuts!” Trevor replies.
“Ok, 525am, that’s my last offer. Besides you need time to make my smoothie after you shower, “Tina smiles.
“What? You shower before you go the gym?!” I ask.
“Yeah, I do too,” says Tina.
At this point, Jenny, who was in her room, comes to join us, “Let me get this straight Tina. You shower before you go to the gym, when you get home from the gym…”
“Yes,” says Tina, “and when we get home from work and before I go to bed.”
“Four times!” Jenny exclaims… “Full disclosure time. At home I shower every other day!”
My mouth drops.
Trevor laughs and points at me, “Look at LuckyCdnGirl, she cannot believe you!”

Oh what you learn when people stop being nice…and start telling the truth! Haha!

Thursday, 13 February 2014

The Real World Gaborone...installment one.

This is the true story of five strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite... and start getting real. This is the Real World, Gaborone.

Any MTV Real World Fans out there? Cause sometimes I feel like I’m living the tv show in real life, minus the tv cameras…although if MTV is reading, you really should consider us…

We’ve got all the right characters (names have been changed to protect their privacy).

Jr. – a mid-20’s Toronto boy, born and bred. Accountant by trade. On this project to travel and try something different. Nurse/student girlfriend at home.
Trevor – an early 30’s guy from the Caribbean. Completed a number of these types of projects before in different countries. Single
Tina – a late 30’s/early 40’s Caribbean woman who has lived and worked with Trevor on projects in different countries. Single
Jenny – a late 30’s/early 40’s woman from Vancouver. Common-law Life partner at home.
And me. LuckyCdnGirl. Accustomed to travel but never been to Africa.

For those of you who don’t know The Real World series, what basically happens is 7 strangers get thrown into an amazing location and are given a job. They live together for approximately 4 months. In our situation, none of us knew each other except for Trevor and Tina who worked together previously, we are all on the project for various lengths of time. We also have two other houses of people but “Real world Gaborone” will focus only on “Casa Maria” as we call our house (named after the owner of the house we’re renting).

This morning at Casa Maria…

After a run and yoga or a morning swim and shower, I come down the stairs and into the kitchen. I am met by Trevor and Tina who have just arrived from the gym.

“Hey LuckyCdnGirl!”, Trevor says, “I’ve got photographic evidence!”
I lean in and take a look at Trevor’s phone.
He’s got a photo of Tina being chatted up by the cute Chinese restaurant owner guy that she’s been interested in but will do nothing about.
Teasing of Tina ensues!
This only to be stopped by Jr’s arrival in the kitchen.
“My milk smells bad,” he says as he takes his cereal into the dining room.
Trevor and I continue teasing Tina, asking her if she’ll invite him to join us for the Valentine’s dinner we are having at Chinese guy’s family restaurant.
Jr. returns to the kitchen.
“Expletive! Expletive! Expletive! My milk is bad. There goes breakfast!”, he says as he throws the cereal in the trash and asks, “Why doesn’t milk last long in this country?”
Trevor pipes up something about the lack of preservatives while Jr. mentions how he keeps milk in his fridge at home for a month…(a month??? Where is he buying his milk?)

Cut to the arrival of Winnie. Our maid. She tidies our home on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. She cleans our rooms on a rotation and while she does have a salary, we give her extra money to do our laundry. Today is my day and Tina’s day to get our rooms cleaned and laundry done.

“So, really Jenny, you really let Winnie wash your delicate unmentionables?”, I ask, (til now I’ve been taking them to a local laundry mat).
“Yes. There is no problem. Winnie does a good job on them.”
“Okay…thanks…” I respond.
“…but, you never know, maybe she let’s Curtis play with them!”
“What?!”

Curtis is our “house boy.” He comes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to deal with the outside of the house, the plants, the grass, the pool. He is the cutest Motswana (singular for a person from Botswana) you’ve ever seen.

Just yesterday after work, I was considering jumping in the pool for a cool down.
Jr. was laying out by the pool reading (as usual) and sipping on a g&t (our regular drink – gin & tonic, mostly because someone said the quinine in the tonic fights malaria…not that Gaborone is a malaria area…). I went back in the house and chatted with Jenny…when Jr. came in saying it was a good I hadn’t yet jumped in the pool because Curtis had shocked it this afternoon and it wasn’t going to be ready for 5 days…5 days?! No way! I ran out to find Curtis…

“Curtis! Curtis!” I called.
Curtis appeared in only his shorts, arms crossed, covering his bare chest.
“Hi Miss LuckyCdnGirl.”
“Curtis, can we really NOT use the pool for 5 days?!”
“Not 5 days mma (how you address women in Setswana, kind of like saying miss). I put chemicals in the pool today.”
“So can I swim tomorrow morning?”
“…maybe no…”
“So tomorrow after work?”
“…I think maybe Friday.”
“Okay Curtis. Thank you! Have a good night.”

I think the best part of that interaction was Curtis standing there, with his arms crossed in front of him. Poor guy. I shoulda just let him dress and go home in peace…

And so ends this installment of the Real World Gaborone. Stay tuned for more.
I would definitely appreciate comments!


Thanks friends!