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Hello There. Whether you meant to get here or not you have somehow managed to find my blog. This isn’t any old blog, you know. This is my attempt to document my time spent serving with the Peace Corps as an education volunteer in Namibia. There will be good stories, photos, and perhaps a short movie or two. My Final Post: Reflections On My Peace Corps Service Peace Corps Namibia Packing List Disclaimer The contents of this Web site express my own views and do not reflect the position of the U.S. government or the U.S. Peace Corps.

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The Cosmos as Seen From Namibia, Africa

1. Center of Milky Way wideangle view 2. Omega Nebula 3. Trifid and Lagoon nebulas 4. south celestial pole view with Crux and Magellanic Clouds — Martin Reitze

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There were times when I would be walking at night and I would run into things because I couldn't stop looking up at the sky. It was incredible.

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Hello, America! Today is Election Day, and because it’s so damn important for eligible voters to actually vote, we’re letting you pledge to do so right here on Tumblr. What do you get?

The address of your polling place.

A link to all the stuff on your ballot.

A huge surge of pride about the impact you’re going to make.

A little thing for your web dashboard. 

You’ll see. 

Pledge to vote.

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The more I listen to Niko & Vinz, the more I love them.

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Around The Globe by Versus Estudio Twitter || Source

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Name : Lola Keyezua

Country: Angola

Quotes:

Title - “Faces of Pan-Africanis”.

If “we” Unite and provide Africans a new platform to individually tell stories happening in our continent. Africa will enter the twenty first century as a continent with a vision that goes beyond our cultural boundaries.

When I created I had the following thoughts in mind:

Today is a good day for artists to celebrate their freedom and use art to tell different perspectives of Africa using different forms of art contributing to development in its society, culture, education and economic growth in Africa.

Alleviating poverty and promoting good self-esteem to the self-identification of “I am an African”.

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"On the Pulse of Morning" -Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree

Hosts to species long since departed,

Marked the mastodon,

The dinosaur, who left dried tokens

Of their sojourn here

On our planet floor,

Any broad alarm of their hastening doom

Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,

Come, you may stand upon my

Back and face your distant destiny,

But seek no haven in my shadow,

I will give you no hiding place down here.

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Fortune cookie

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Elephant Crossing, Namibia 2013

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There was a large road sign depot near my house in Rundu that had stacks of these signs. I really wish I took one!

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If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work; but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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The path of those who preach love, and not hatred, is not easy. They often have to wear a crown of thorns.

Nelson Mandela

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Namibia Wins! Suck it Oregon! "The world’s oldest desert, the Namib, runs for nearly 1,000 miles along the Atlantic coast of Namibia and is among the most beautiful and isolated places on earth, with huge dunes and deserted beaches. Even better, almost no one visits. The reason? Outfitter Uri Adventures has one of only a few permits to access much of it. It’ll get you your own 4x4, and you and a small ­caravan will spend six days off-roading for 466 miles from the old German settlement of Luderitz to Walvis Bay. You’ll rumble deep through the Namib past martian dunes and centuries-old shipwrecks on the coast. From $702; uriadventures.com"

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Cape Point, South Africa

Where the Indian and Atlantic Ocean meet.

It's really cool.

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You heard me. Don’t do it. I’m telling you, it’s going to break your heart.

The Core Expectations for Volunteers states you are expected to “serve where the Peace Corps asks you to go, under conditions of hardship, if necessary…” What it doesn’t state however is...

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Very well written.

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Gendeni po nawa Madiba. Mpandu unene.

"Go well Mandela. Thank you" in Rukwangali

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If you have 2 minutes, then listen to this poem, and I mean really listen to it. It's good.

The Black Pimpernel by Mbali Vilakazi

This hour upon the horizon is its own song; a dirge

But this is not the hour of yesterday
 This is not the time for tears
 Nor celebration

We have our work to do.

And we have been shown:

Wind of life blown without roots
 to exile and iron fire grieving Blood and shackled love
 And those other things — Those that remain undone

We have always been reaching

Before the smoke machines
 And statues of bronze, and invention 
Before martyr and metaphor
 Before the truth, and the lies

Before ambiguous
 And surface scraped clean 
Of complexity

There were regular swoops on your Orlando home then.

There were the workman's blue overalls and the Mazzawati tea glasses
 And there was you — 
The Black Pimpernel.
 The fearsome shadow of purposeful stride
 An AK-47 grip on necessity 
A chauffeur's hat and your pocketful of 'tickeys'

You have always had your way.

Black fist of words raised beyond the precipice
 You bore the burden:
 Hammer, rock and
 The lime quarry in your eyes

They say it affected your sight.

‘I am not a saint’ you said.

A man who seeks the hands of children in the crowd.

The terrorist and the statesman
 The paradox comes home here
 Where we remain.
 Where a daughter will remember how she could not touch you
 Behind the glass
 Behind your smile

Mortal, man, one amongst many
 You led yourself and lead us to the same.

Of what you could not give
 We will remember that you did not take.

We will make our own meaning.

This hope, it belongs
It is ours

We claim it.

This is the hour of tomorrow.

And if we have stood on the shoulders of giants,
 We are giants still
 And giants, we will come again

Because we are all Nelson Mandela

And because the struggle continues.

"The Black Pimpernel" by Mbali Vilakazi. Copyright 2013 by Mbali Vilakazi.