There I was, in the exact same
position where Chris treated me to my first No.7 experience 16 weeks earlier. I
could not have predicted the journey ahead for those 112 days between my first delicious
taste of the spinach and feta cheese tart starter and now toasting the end of
my time at Kick4Life with the Social Enterprise and
No.7 teams.
The excitement, anxiety,
frustration, panic, confusion, intrigue, humour, humbleness, fulfilment and
adventure of Week 1’s ‘military coup’ adventure were
feelings that remained present right up to my very last days in The Mountain
Kingdom.
It wasn’t easy…
By the end of the journey it did sometimes feel that my palms were permanently braced ready to provide a platform to bury my head with the
next epic disaster. I am now familiar with the mix of feelings that
hits me when a passport and drivers’ license disappear, a door mysteriously
locks me in the office or a dodgy bus tyre shreds on the N1 just after we’ve
picked up a tour group ready for their highly anticipated trip of a lifetime.
In such situations my natural
instinct swings between dealing with the matter at hand and getting frustrated
at the state of society and my and other people’s decisions and actions that lead
to such situations. I curse myself for getting too caught up in the romance
of the adventure when I find out my new passport application has been declined
or that my cancelled flights (booked through STA) are non-refundable. How much bad luck can you get?
There was that time some friends
and I finally found a place to stay the night before visiting the awe-inspiring Katse Dam, only to find they didn’t take card and I hadn’t thought (or wasn’t too keen) to
bring cash with me.
There was that time (my last day
with K4L) after a beautiful day-long trek to Qiloane Falls when the rest of the
trekking group had already driven off back home in the other cars, unknowingly
taking my car keys and leaving me in the middle of nowhere with an
immobile car, very tired No.7 trainees, no network coverage and darkness
setting in.
There was that time (one week
before then) when I scratched my new friend’s SUV water tank after
hitting some sharp rocks when travelling in the dark up a mountain. Stopping to check the damage, we were told that the other car carrying the rest of the group had suffered a puncture at
the same place – and then found out we too had suffered a puncture; all this when within 30 minutes of a destination that has taken more
than 10 hours to reach and the only glimpse of the cliff edge surroundings was
provided by the storm’s lightning that was also threatening a downpour.
The Road of Death (Taken the Day After) |
The Morning After |
There was that other slow puncture
right at the beginning of the Saints Foundation’s tour group’s journey back to
Joburg, which, after deciding to go for it to at least reach Kroonstad services,
led to the inevitable pulling over by the police generating a threat of a 600
Rand fine, which in turn led to the policeman’s question; ‘what can we do about
this to speed things up?…This was the same trip that ended with my passport
theft, an intensely stressful evening in an all-too-jovial, loud and laid back
O.R.Tambo airport police station, and then two days of costly flight
cancellations and purchasing Emergency Travel Documents at the High Commission
in Pretoria. Come to think of it, the location of the theft was the same as
where my digital camera also disappeared a few weeks earlier when dropping off
the first tour group…
There were the times, on both
tours, where I was playing next to a defender that received a worrying cut to
the eye; thankfully only one game got abandoned as the dusty hard pitch began
to be painted red.
There was the time when I found
myself driving, lost, the wrong way down a bus lane in Johannesburg’s rather
intimidating (for a white man driving a 4x4 with a Lesotho number plate)
Hillbrow, only to turn the corner straight into another police road block.
There were those less publishable
times that introduced me to Lesotho’s private medical industry and when I had to break up a punch-up in the back of my car.
There was the time I booked my
hotel and coach journey to Cape Town to make for a pleasant end to this
adventure, concluding with my long sought after trip to Robben Island, only to
then go online to find the Robben Island, my main reason for visiting Cape Town
this time, was fully sold out.
And there was the time, after all
those other times and so very ready to come home, that I arrived at Lesotho
airport to a check-in desk that said ‘Flight Closed’.
“As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choose
between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer
in quest of his treasures…He had not a cent to his pocket but he had faith”.
Two weeks before my experience
ended I was introduced to someone who became my self-proclaimed ‘go-to-girl-in-Lesotho’.
The morning after being introduced, I was blown away by her singing at Victory
Church (admittedly not realising it was her at the time). That afternoon we
ended up at the same Braai where we then agreed to join Cat and Moses’
Sani-Pass adventure planned for the following week.
It was my ‘go-to-girl-in-Lesotho’
who gave me a thoughtful Christmas present, ‘The Alchemist’, from where the above
quotation comes from. The Alchemist is a tale of an Andalucian shepherd boy who
is encouraged by an old King to journey through the unknown, guided by omens in
his quest to reach treasures in Egypt. And as I get through the pages on my
Ethiopian Airways flight home and in Addis Ababa airport lounge, this book on
omens seems to be revealing itself as an omen itself, as was, perhaps, meeting
my ‘go-to-girl-in-Lesotho’ two weeks before. The Alchemist is telling me a lot
about how I’ve approached this last 4 months and why. It suggests that these
experiences are ‘happening for a reason’ - omens. As preached by Pastor Wilson on those
humbling Sunday Maseru mornings I will never forget, this is all part of a
bigger Plan already being put into place and out of my control.
“It’s as if the world had fallen silent because the boy’s soul had. He
sat there, staring blankly through the door of the café, wishing that he had died,
and that everything would end forever at that moment”.
Despite on most occasions feeling
exactly like the boy from The Alchemist when he found out the cost of his trip
to Egypt, for all the challenges I’ve encountered from Day 1 right up to trying
to check-in at King Moshoeshoe I airport, there has been an eventual solution. Things
have had a way of working themselves out.
I received my Emergency Travel
Document. I got so much out of my last couple of weeks in Lesotho that I wonder
even if this was better than the pre-planned consumerist tour I am now meant to
be on with 15 other strangers in a manic India. My very reliable and loyal
Kick4Life colleagues kicked open the jarred office door, bringing a chuckle to
some stressed and tired colleagues.
We found a garage, replaced the bus tyre
and joined the Saints Foundation Tour group for lunch in the conveniently
located nearby shopping mall. I have a passport appointment booked in London
for the 27th – a nice excuse for a quick glimpse of Christmas in the
Capital. We had the most amazing freshly
caught trout for 75 Rand in the otherwise quite questionable Katse Dam lodge,
had a lovely run around the reservoirs the next morning before just about
scraping enough money together to foot the bill and catching an excellent dam
tour just when it was about to start.
I bonded one last time with the
inspiring and colourful No.7 trainees and managed to see one more place of beauty.
I enjoyed a very good sleep and beautiful breakfast at a gorgeous Pretoria guesthouse. We fixed the punctures, reached Sani Pass lodge and enjoyed the views the next day before another epic but memorable drive back to Maseru. I saw some new parts of Joburg. I learnt that I could raise my voice, break up a fight and calmly resolve the matter. I spent my last night at a stunning Johannesburg guesthouse, where I begun writing this post in gorgeous summer weather. I managed to reach there after my ‘go-to-girl-in-Lesotho’ and I somehow seemed to trigger a change of heart at the check-in desk in Maseru, allowing me to board the flight.
23rd December |
Every challenge has become part
of the adventure. And this was on top of and amongst all those planned and spontaneous moments that went smoothly; the International football matches, Gospel and Jazz concerts and
‘VIP’ at Vodacom ‘Summa Feva’, Johannesburg (penthouse rooftop
views, Bramfontein clubs, Yeovil African food, parks, Arts on Main, the Living
Room, the Apartheid Museum), Soweto (Mandela’s House), relaxing with friends, the 5-a-sides, Braais, parties, No.7 food, Sundowners at
Lesotho Sun and time by the pool with a beer.
“…there was a language in the world that everyone understood, a
language the boy had used throughout the time that he was trying to improve
things at the shop. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished
with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and
desired…when you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieve
it”.
…and then there was my time at
‘work’.
“Thanks for everything Andy. You've done a great job and have made
important contributions to various areas of the organisation. Thanks especially
for getting locked in the office - it still makes me chuckle whenever I think
about it! Look forward to getting you involved in the ten year gala next year.”
– a kind note from the Kick4Life
Co-Founder.
We cleaned up Conference Room 1 complete
with fresh paint, canvas prints and podium and triggered a clear out of the
storage container following a stock check. We completed a popular Social
Enterprise advert. We prepared a Marketing Pack. I carried out the hotel’s
first ever Night Duty Officer shifts. I helped prepare emails. I took publicity
photos. I sent out Mailchimp campaigns. I worked on reception. I introduced key
potential investors to a tour of the centre. I created and handed over a
Monitoring and Evaluation process complete with feedback forms, spreadsheet and
monthly report template. I did the same for Quotations and Invoices.
I assisted two UK tour group
visits who delivered educational activities to over 600 children, played 3
football matches (Won 2, Lost 1), enjoyed social activities and visited
Malealea twice and Joburg four times. And in the final days we finished a Hotel
Guestbook and a hotel room maintenance card, and successfully completed crucial
accounts documents between Maseru, US and UK. I gave my support. I was enthusiastic.
I loved. I had purpose. This was all part of a search for something I believed
in and desired and one way or another, amongst the big challenges and more
mundane day-to-day power and water cuts, computer viruses, faulty printers,
simultaneous events, hormones and crazy weather…it worked.
“When
someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will
carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.”
I would never have anticipated
such an eventful and fulfilling time in Lesotho when I first made the decision
to go for it all those months ago. And so, as I stood there holding my
champagne flute with balloons tied around my neck, smiling and posing for
photographs and watching the No.7 trainees and Social Enterprise staff enjoy
the chimp, cake and bubbly, I was lost for words. I was overwhelmed.
I wanted to say something about my
hopes for the future of Kick4Life.
I hope those people who helped me mark the
end of my journey in No.7 all continue to grow in 2015, as one big team working
towards the same purpose. In the longer term I hope those people establish
strong careers and look at their time at Kick4Life as having a huge influence
on that.
I really hope Kick4Life becomes a
beacon in 2015 for something that has unlimited potential in original and
exciting ways in Lesotho: Ladies Football. It is time for this sporting,
elegant but still physical and skilful version of the game to find its rightful
podium in The Mountain Kingdom, where it has so much potential to provide
something new and different. I hope Kick4Life Mens’ team secure a respectable
position in their first Premier League season. And I hope both the ladies and the mens teams are part of, and offer a role model for, a strong Kick4Life Academy base.
I hope Moses’ good work in the IT
Classroom is recognised by a capable, creative successor as the gratitude and
appreciation shown in his recent Awards' Evening demonstrated the important
place for effective, passionate teaching of this essential skill has.
I hope Lerato’s shining example
is made visible through strong, confident social development programme members such as those in the Women4Women group.
I hope that all Social
Enterprises will be working to maximum potential and always finding new ways to
innovate to serve the local and international clientele, benefiting from
effective and competent monitoring, evaluation and marketing.
I hope the pioneering model
displayed on the Kick4Life website continues to be aimed for by a constructive,
mutually fulfilling marriage between the social programmes, social enterprises
and football teams that make up the organisation.
It is those same things -
enthusiasm, love, purpose, belief and desire - that have got me through my time
here and still feeling like the decision was a good one. It is those same
feelings that I felt everyday from members of the Kick4Life centre that convince me that, as
a united team with strong leadership, Kick4Life will continue to grow in 2015.
The struggles of the people in Lesotho are often far greater than mine. But
their character, determinedness, and potential is also.
“He was going to miss the place and the good things he had learned. He
was more confident in himself, though, and felt as though he can conquer the world”.
I have just come back from a
Christmas morning waterfront run along the A27 around Port Solent, looking out
to Portsmouth Harbour. The crisp sea-level stretch felt so far from the mountains
and reservoirs of my morning Katse Dam exploration with Cat and the Maseru circles
for Dee’s Soweto half-marathon training. And, as my thoughts travel such
occasions and the people I met along the way in my time in The Mountain
Kingdom, I know there are important decisions to be made.
On my flight back to Heathrow I sat
next to a young African girl and her mother. My heart was melted by the
sweetness of this travelling toddler and the dedication of her mother in making
comfortable her daughter’s journey to meet Daddy. A family. This is one thing I know I
want.
All those challenges I came across in Lesotho – the punctures, thefts,
fights and so on – I know this has had an impact on who I am, but it's not clear yet what kind of omens these are. Is there a big neon sign that I'm missing (maybe choosing to miss) which is trying to tell me which direction I should be taking next? Hopefully the new passport will arrive safe and sound in a couple of weeks and I can board a plane to salvage the rest of the itinerary and perhaps gain some more clarity along the way.
Like Lesotho, I have to go there to come back.
Thank you Kick4Life, Lesotho and
everyone involved in my time there.
Happy Christmas.