|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.
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|