Every
morning in Lesotho, I would wake up with two significant mindsets that would
fill my soul for the day. I would wake
up with a feeling of purpose, and I would be filled with hope. The mornings would be a promise of the work
that would be accomplished, as well as the time and opportunity we had to get
our hands dirty into making the future better for the Basotho we loved so
dearly. Throughout the day, every
experience I encountered would pull on these mindsets. I would plant a tree and wonder, “What if it
doesn’t grow?” I would hug a child and
think “Will they be able to go to school?”
While the sense of purpose would remain strong, my hope would start to
dwindle as I witnessed the complicated oppression they lived in every day. I knew I was making a small difference, but
the problems seemed too big to heal completely.
In the evenings, everyone on our Lesotho trip would come together to
talk about what we experienced and how it was weighing on our minds. We struggled as we talked about the poverty,
hunger, and sickness that plagued those we loved, but we also talked about the
greater change that was becoming from our small simple acts. We had the evenings to grapple with this
concept; how simple acts, when multiplied by millions, could change the
world. We might have gone to bed feeling
confused and overwhelmed, but in the mornings, there was always the beautiful
restoration of purpose and hope.
I think it was important for everyone on our
trip to find that sense of purpose when coming back to America. In our own way, we each had to find avenues to
keep giving out our Lesotho love. As I
struggled to feel at home again, I remembered a conversation I had with a
Basotho friend about his country. He
said that in Lesotho, everyone had the opportunity to just be themselves. There was so much land that they had the time
and quietness to actually hear their own voice and really be free. He left me with the words that in America, we
were just a statistic. Lesotho was a
place to become more than just a number.
My mornings under the African sun were a reinstallation that I was
called to make a difference. Returning
back to America, I missed the mornings of those beautiful, raw emotions, but
was fueled with the desire to never become an invisible number that my friend
warned me of.
No matter our experiences, having
been to Lesotho or not, I think every human deserves to wake up with the hope
and purpose of a bright day. We have the
power to live out our life as examples of human goodness, spreading this purposeful
hope to others who need it most. Right
now, I have the hope of believing I can make a difference as an intern with
Bloom, I have the purpose of finishing school so I can use my education to make
a difference for others, and I will always have the love of Lesotho in my heart.
-Katharine
Katharine Ritzi
traveled to Lesotho in 2011, and is currently a senior at Wittenberg
University. She is also serving as an intern with Bloom Africa.