Personal Shopper


Being the village junkie that I am, whenever I go to Maseru I am always in awe, overstimulated and in a haze of confusion about where to go. When I traveled through Maseru for my birthday celebration, I had to take a pit stop at a grocery store to buy the essentials (bacon and cheese). A good Samaritan had pity on me when I asked how to get to Shoprite. After trying to explain in broken English, and my broken Sesotho, this Ntate finally asked, “should I take you there?”. We walked a few blocks from the rank to Shoprite and I thanked him and began to bid him adieu…our goodbye did not happen there; he followed me into the grocery store and became my personal shopper-weaving in and out of aisles finding the items on my list. While we were waiting in line I cracked open a bag of peanuts and shared the bag with him and offered to buy him a beer at the bar next door. He was so surprised by my generosity, which surprised me because what he did for me was way beyond anything and worth much more than a few peanuts and a nice cold brewskie.
I am continually amazed and touched by the authenticity and care of Basotho. Where else in the world would someone literally press pause to their life to walk in the hot sun to direct a foreigner on where to go and then take it even further to navigate the chaotic, fluorescent building of Shoprite. It was an important reminder to me of the essence and simplicity of humanity.


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This Blog will document my time spent in the Peace Corps. I hope to share my adventures, trials and triumphs. This website is not affiliated with the US Peace Corps or the US government. The views expressed here do not in any way represent the views of the Peace Corps nor those of the United States government.

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