Saturday, October 30, 2010

Catherine and Gcinisizwe featured in The Halifax Magazine!

Imagine for a moment that you are a young man growing up under the oppression and violence of the Apartheid era in South Africa. Your movement is restricted, you are not allowed to walk in white only zones and you are beaten by police for being in the "wrong" place. You have no shoes, you have not eaten in days and your home is made from garbage that you found at the local dump....

Now skip forward to 2010, you and your white, Canadian wife are featured in a Canadian magazine in full glossy color.....this is an amazing world we live in. A big thank you to The Halifax Magazine and author Chad Lucas for a beautiful story that will make everyone smile.
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Featured in the November issue of The Halifax Magazine, on store shelves now.

Across the sea

By Chad Lucas | Oct 29, 2010

Catherine Robar is 32 years old, technically unemployed and recently moved back to her teenage bedroom in Clayton Park. Sounds like a familiar tale in a floundering economy—but this is not that story.

This story is about a woman who has made big sacrifices to help others through the Themba Development Project, a charity she started from scratch to feed hungry South Africans an ocean away.

It began with a conversation with a gardener.

It was 2008, and Robar was in George, South Africa. She’d visited Tanzania, Kenya and Zanzibar years earlier and was dying to return to Africa, so she joined a friend on a volunteer gig. But the work wasn’t what she expected. As she sat outside one day, bored, she struck up a conversation with a worker nearby.

Photo: SubmittedThe man was surprised: after all, Robar was white, and he was black.  But it didn’t take long for the two to fall into an easy rhythm. His name was Gcinisizwe (pronounced Nin-ee-SEES-way, with a Xhosa “click” in the first syllable), and he lived nearby in Thembalethu—one of South Africa’s informal settlements where thousands of black residents often dwell in makeshift housing amid chronic unemployment, hunger and poverty.

One lunchtime chat led to another, and Robar invited herself to Gcinisizwe’s community. He was skeptical. “No white people ever went to Thembalethu,” Robar said.

She found his six-by-eight shack packed with two dozen people, curious to see if this mysterious Canadian was going to show. As she pulled up, people applauded and burst into song. “I felt like Angelina Jolie, without the money,” Robar said.

When she departed a few weeks later, she knew she wasn’t saying goodbye. She’d found more than new friends in Thembalethu, or even a “cause.” She had found home.

“All my life I’d felt out of place, like I’d been born in the wrong country,” Robar said. “I remember being three or four years old, flipping through National Geographic magazines and thinking, ‘I want to live there.’  In South Africa I realized, ‘This is it. This is the place for me.’”

Not long after returning to Halifax in June 2008, she hit on a simple but sustainable way to help Thembalethu: with a few packets of seeds and some long-distance calls to share her green-thumb expertise, she helped start a community garden. The Themba Development Project was born.

“I noticed there were no gardens. I thought, ‘How can people who are hungry not be growing food?’ Then I realized they couldn’t even afford seeds.” – Catherine Robar

“In Thembalethu, I noticed there were no gardens,” she said. “I thought, ‘How can people who are hungry not be growing food?’ Then I realized they couldn’t even afford seeds. Poverty is such a huge problem and it’s easy to get overwhelmed, so I’ve focused on one part. People need to eat.”

Back home, the recession was taking hold and Robar was laid off from her job with a non-profit group. At a crossroads, she moved home and went back to school to equip herself for the cause. She earned her certificate in food security from Ryerson University, and she’s headed to the University of Rome in October to pursue her master’s.

Meanwhile, the rest of her energy went to the Themba Development Project. Within a year, Robar established it as a registered charity that raised more than $10,000—which goes a long way in an area where a few Canadian dollars can plant precious fruit trees and a few hundred can build a shelter far sturdier than the scrap-metal-and-tar-paper shacks many people call home.

Her work has drawn media attention: she was nominated for the 2009 Me to We Humanitarian Award, sponsored by Canadian Living and CTV, and she’s in the running for CBC’s Champions of Change, awarded later this fall.

One of Robar’s professors at Ryerson says the Themba Development Project has thrived because Robar listened to the community and helped them find solutions, rather than showing up with prepackaged answers as so many well-intentioned missions do.

“A lot of international projects go in with the attitude that ‘We are the experts,’” said Reg Noble, a food-security expert who worked in Africa for 17 years. “Catherine hasn’t done that. In a sense, she’s acted as a catalyst to energize the community to start engaging and create change for themselves.”

Thembalethu did start rallying on its own. One day Robar fielded a call from Gcinisizwe: the gardens were flourishing, but elders had been discussing how to keep youth out of trouble. They wanted to start a soccer team.

“It was a huge deal that they approached me, because they’d been beaten down for so many generations and told not to complain,” Robar said. “It showed me that change was happening.”

She raised money to buy uniforms, balls and shin guards to start a team for 18 to 22 year-olds.

When she returned to Thembalethu for a seven-month stay last December, she got to watch the team win their local championship. She also saw the players tend gardens and lead a community clean-up. “It’s become a great give-and-take relationship,” Robar said. 


Catherine Robar and Gcinisizwe Noyakaza were married on June 28, 2010.

On this visit, she expanded the project’s work into Gcinisizwe’s home village of Nqiningana. The elders there gave her the Xhosa name “Sandise” (San-DEES-ay), which roughly translates as “the strength of the community.”

It was even harder to leave this time—especially since, on June 28, she and Gcinisizwe Noyakaza were married. They’re the first interracial couple Thembalethu has ever known.

Robar knows they’ll be in an extreme long-distance relationship for a while—but for her, it’s worth it.

“When we first met, we both had this huge sense of relief. It was like wow, we don’t have to look anymore. We found each other,” Robar says. “It was hard to leave again, but I would rather marry someone like him and leave than not have him at all. He’s just so wonderful that I feel really blessed.”

Italy 101

Visiting Italy is one thing, living here is quite another! I believe that in order to get an understanding of what Italy is really like you should watch this educational video. Please watch with a tissue in hand because I laughed so hard that I began to cry.

I present to you Italy vs the rest of Europe....




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJPLoU_6ZV8&feature=share  

Thursday, October 28, 2010

I wonder if I can climb over that fence?

Ok the headline was just a joke, I learned my lesson about fence climbing in South Africa when my hand got snagged on the jagged edge which is meant to keep people out! But I have to say, as I peer down into my neighbors yard I cannot help but wonder how easy it might be to reach over that fence and grab myself a fresh mandarin orange! Might I remind everyone that it is almost November and just a few feet from my doorstep are fresh, tree ripened mandarins.....yes, I can say for sure that I am living in a movie of some sorts, now if only my knight in shining armor would get here from South Africa and whisk me away!


The tree from my balcony

Ok, just kidding, I bought this from the market this morning, I am loving the fresh local produce I can buy here!

Ok, I am Canadian...

At the risk of completely embarrassing myself I am choosing to tell a story of my first Italian bathroom experience. Close your eyes and picture it is the year 2003, Catherine Robar journeys out into the world for the first time without her family's protection...


I arrive in Italy and checked into my hostel in the very posh city of Milano. Much to my excitement there is a new piece of bathroom furnishing that I have not seen before. I think to myself "how kind of them to install a device that makes clothing hand-washing so easy!". After 30 minutes I come out of the washroom with all of my laundry completed, another euro saved by me taking the initiative to wash my own clothes.


Skip forward to 2010 when I once again find myself in Italy. It is brought to my attention that this is not actually a clothes washing device, but a Bidet, Wikipedia describes it best as "bidet is a low-mounted plumbing fixture or type of sink intended for washing the genitalia, inner buttocks, and anus." 


Oh My God.....not exactly what I was thinking when I washed my socks in there not long ago.....



Just your average toilet


The bidet, see Wikipedia description....ughhh.....

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A tiny piece of my thoughts

I wrote this in a message today, I thought I would share it with you....

Last week was particularly difficult for me, as I walked down cobble stone roads with people enjoying pizza and gelato all around me my husband and his family were going 4 days in a row without food due to the unexpected death of his brother. At one time there were 10 children, now just 3, he being the oldest now at the age of 31...Life is so unfair at times.

I continue to fund raise for the Themba Development Project while I am here, and I have a small dedicated group of volunteers in Halifax who help me. My work continues, but so much of me wishes I was still on the ground in Thembalethu listening to all the dogs barking, smelling the burning garbage, my hands sore from a morning of hand washing my clothing.....Rome may be paradise for some, but for me, my heart needs something more.

Surrounded by love in the tiny village of Nqiningana. My grandmother-in-law is on the far left, at the back is my aunt-in-law holding her grandson. The ladies in this picture gave me my Xhosa name,
Sandise (San-dee-say) which in Xhosa means "strength of the community"

Community Mentor-ship Award

The most wonderful thing happened on my flight to Rome, while I was sitting in Toronto I received an email from Big Brothers-Big Sisters of Halifax. As it turns out I had been nominated by several people, including Abdul for a community mentor-ship award! It was Abdul's nomination that brought me to the attention of the board, and because of his beautiful letter I was chosen to be honored for my community work.

On October 20th the organization held their annual gala and I was honored in public for being an outstanding mentor in the community. My mother, Abdul and Fatima went up on stage to receive the award in my absence, and my father was there to take the photo below. What a proud moment, I wish I was there in person!

When I was selected the organizer asked me to identify a mentor who had helped me in my life, for me the choice was obvious, Catherine De Sua Branson, an incredible woman whom I had worked for at Fraser & Hoyt Travel management.

For more information and to read my comments about Catherine De Sua Branson as well as Abdul nomination visit here:
http://www.bigbrothersbigsistershalifax.ca/en/home/events/catherinerobar.aspx

My mother, Diann Robar, Abdul and Fatima receive the award in my absence

The brochure and award

Inside of the brochure and my award

Ringing in lunch time...

Have you ever woken up and felt like you are in a movie? Well in Rome that seems to happen every day. Not ony have I found a fabulous apartment, but the church next door celebrates noon time with a glorious song....

I give you exhibit A, Noon time, Roman-style!

My new apartment

Let me tell you about apartments in Italy....everyone tells you that there are plenty to choose from, but in reality it is a bit more complicated. After months looking for a room I finally found one just 2 days before my departure, I was so happy to hear that the landlord (who owns a rental agency I might add) even offered to pick me up at the airport. I was so happy to hear about this since I was arriving in Rome after a 15 hour flight with more luggage than I was accustomed to, 2 large bags, a carry on and a laptop, not exactly ideal for taking the subway (called the Metro in Rome).

So I arrive in Rome in the morning, I happily retrieve my luggage and head outside to the arrivals section, no landlord, after 2 hours of frantically searching and calling his cell it becomes apparent that he is not coming....
Being that I had a meeting at the school I was forced to spend 65 Euro on a taxi so I wouldn't be late. Upon arrival I emailed the landlord who tells me rather matter of fact that he waited for me (liar) and that he has since rented out my room.....Welcome to Rome.....

Luckily for me an angel named Sevda rescued me. Sevda is an amazing woman from last year's Masters program. She had emailed me a few days prior to say that if I needed anything to contact her, so that is exactly what I did. Sevda met me at the metro and helped me carry all my luggage to her apartment nearby. She made me feel so at home and welcomed me to stay as long as I liked, she appreciated the company, and I appreciated the kindness and the friendship in this new city.

Turns out however that her landlord was less than friendly and made it very clear that he wanted me out, and now! So after three weeks of searching I found an amazing apartment and a room to call my own. The best part is that it is a 5 minute walk from university, I can afford it and I am allowed to share the room with Gcinisizwe when he comes for a visit!! I didn't think I would ever find a place, and this is a little piece of heaven!

I share the apartment with my Italian landlord (who is lovely), and two very sweet ladies, one Italian and one American. I am really looking forward to getting to know them.

This apartment has a gigantic kitchen, a wrap around balcony, tons of windows and my room has a door onto the balcony (one of the many doors!). Here are some photos for you:

The entrance, door to the right, kitchen ahead, and look, color!!!

The common area, this entire wall is windows facing south!

The fabulous and large kitchen, there are TWO doors to the balcony too! I cannot wait to use that oven!

My bedroom with a lovely wardrobe, notice the door to the balcony!

Another bedroom picture, and yes, I brought my rubber boots to Rome, they are well traveled!

View 1 from my balcony

View 2, notice the beautiful church, they play music to tell us the time!

View 3, it was raining as you can see. Just above the pine trees is my university!

So here goes!

Ok, so here I am, 26 days into my Italian journey and only now am I beginning to blog about it. You can say that my entrance into Italy was as graceful as a teenage cow being birthed from the belly of a goat. I laughed, I cried, I almost got back onto the plane that brought me here, but 26 days after I have arrived I am finally sitting here in my own apartment and feeling as though I have some form of normality in my life.

I will begin not quite at the beginning, but I promise to fill you in as time permits! So here goes, I am about to embrace a year of Italy, pull up my socks and dive in.

Lots of love,

Catherine