TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, | |
And sorry I could not travel both | |
And be one traveler, long I stood | |
And looked down one as far as I could | |
To where it bent in the undergrowth; | 5 |
Then took the other, as just as fair, | |
And having perhaps the better claim, | |
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; | |
Though as for that the passing there | |
Had worn them really about the same, | 10 |
And both that morning equally lay | |
In leaves no step had trodden black. | |
Oh, I kept the first for another day! | |
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, | |
I doubted if I should ever come back. | 15 |
I shall be telling this with a sigh | |
Somewhere ages and ages hence: | |
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
I took the one less traveled by, | |
And that has made all the difference. | 20 |
Then as a surprise for him, we all learned the South African national anthem and sang it for him. It makes me want to be South African myself- i love it!
In closing, his words were along the lines of having a lot to think about and nothing to worry about.
so true.
Last week, I worked in the computer lab teaching the most basic computer skills from moving the cursor to writing a resume. Then this week I taught in one of the creches with about 20+ 3-5 year-old children who know little to no english (and i know zero xhosa).
And here are some of my favorite pictures of time spent at Kayamandi...
rain + township makes for a pretty depressing day |
yes, we did yoga |
our beautiful class! |
and on the last day, they walked us all the way back. hand in hand. aww |
This is so touching and so beautiful. Life touching.
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