Dance party at my hut!!!!

Dance party at my hut!!!!!

So, my first weekend in village was amazing! Saturday we had perfect weather. I began my day learning gardening vocabulary, and then home to begin our gardens. My first ever garden!! Unless you count my mom’s and helping her on the weekends as a kid J my sister and I start digging (not very quickly might I add) because I need 4 plots for all my food. Well, two boys walked by and offered to help.

Of course I let them. Duhh. I work smart not hard. They finish in minutes.

Anyway, while my other three plots are being created in the cold hard dirt, I was sewing together rice bags to cover my garden at night and keep it safe from the frost, snow, and hail that Lesotho gets during the winter.

Well, while doing this the family radio is jamming on full blast. A mixture of Rihanna, Celine Dion, and the occasional African jam. I am sewing and dancing all at the same time. Well, an American sitting outside jamming to loud music call A LOT of attention. Next thing I know I am surrounded by bo-‘me’ (women) and bana(children). Tons. The kids are singing and dancing while I sew, smoke, and dance from my seat. I am singing along with all the songs and providing my white girl flair to this super rad shindig I had going.

And then it happens. MY jam comes on the radio.

The one. The only. Willow Smith’s Whip my hair. Oh em ghee.

I jump up, throw my sewing needle to the ground, and stand in the circle of bana and proceed to whip my “sunshine” hair back and forth with all the kids. It was wonderful and absurd. The happiest Peace Corps moment I’ve had thus far.