Creators of History.pdf Jul. 2014 vol 1 | Page 41

Young leaders of South Africa and I can feel the moisture trying to surface from my tear ducts. A part of me- the mind-piece which challenges and doubts the purity that exists in the world had wondered if I would ever be able to instill a passion for service in others. Here, Now, the day had come. “Do you know what you want to do for someone today?” To my fancy, Tshililo immediately fires back, “Yes, I want to help someone read and write.” Lucia and Ndivhuwo chime in, “Yes! Yes!” “Who do you want to help read and write?” I ask. Each of the three girls instantly offer names of struggling learners in the Grade 7 English class that they want to help. It is as if they had been thinking about this for some time. I lean forward and look each of them in the eyes. My hand rests on Tshililo’s shoulder and her exotic eyes look lovingly into mine. She wears a half smirk as if she knows what she’s just done to me- nearly bringing me to my knees, my heart beats harmony as my soul performs a victory dance. “Ladies…” I push back tears, “You just made me the happiest person today. I am so proud of you! You are amazing!” We make a plan, and I float in a love bubble as I observe them carrying out their goals during the next class. Wow. How did our goals as a group shift from popularity and flashy objects to helping someone else right Now…”today“!? The days of wondering if I am teaching these ‘kids’ anything ARE over. I can feel the credence erupt as we affirm in our Saturday workshops: “Ndi vhu matshelo ha Afrika Tshi Phembe!”