Here are the 5 senses of Swaziland from Hannah’s perspective.
Taste: Honestly, there isn’t anything special of Swazi that I am personally tasting. We cook as a team our meals so we don’t eat much of the cultural food. Although one fun thing we did was s’mores over the propane stove. Also, I haven’t done so myself, but there are trucks that carry sugar cane after being harvested and the kids will chase the trucks in hopes that some stocks fall–which they do. It is normal to see kids munching on them and then they spit the pulp out. My teammate Allison says it tastes how honeysuckle smells.
Smell: I smell beans and the rice being cooked over a fire for our care-point kids to eat. I smell fires as they burn brush or trash.
Feel: I feel little hands hugging me and around me. I feel the constant feeling of dust in my eyes. I feel cool air rushing past me and big droplets of rain falling on me from when thunder storms role in. I feel dust blow past me from dust storms.
Hear: I hear the sound of children playing and chatting on the playgrounds, at our care-point and on their way to school. I hear rain beat down on our roof. I hear the creak as the kiddos swing on a crude swing. I hear our care-point kids singing and stomping their feet. I hear a rooster crowing at 3 am.
Sight: I see the books I read to the kids at our care-point. I see beautiful mountains with either the brilliant African sunsets, a bright sun, or storms rolling in. I see walls of orange dust from dust storms. I see a kid in each teammate’s lap or arms hungry for love. I see goats, donkeys, and cows roaming about freely. I see older siblings caring for their little siblings.
