I stood in the kindergarten classroom, staring out the window, watching for someone-anyone-to walk towards the gate of the school. But the wind simply blew the desert dust around.
It was noon, and my first permagarden workshop was set to start at noon.
My co-facilitator, the kindergarten teacher, thought I was nuts and essentially told me to chill and wait for people to come, since some of the villagers didn’t have clocks and the other schools had to rely on village transportation. I apparently forgot: I was in Africa.
An hour later, our workshop was in full swing. We had several students, a number of people from the village, and a few other schools in attendance, ready to listen to us as we shared our (newly acquired) permaculture knowledge.
I was tickled pink! I had found something I loved, and was thrilled to teach it to other schools who wanted to improve their gardens. And knowing that some families from the village would be learning as well lifted my spirits, since my village was full of hungry families.
By the end of the day, we had taught the visitors how to make a compost pit and how to dig a trench garden bed. And though I was exhausted, I was happy. I had found my “groove”. I knew how I wanted to spend the next year and a half of my service.
Doing exactly what I had done that day. Teach others and share my permaculture knowledge with food insecure people who wanted to change things.
And I began to transition from English teacher to Garden teacher that day, and never looked back.
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