Lalela Interns Experience #LifeChangingArt

October 26, 2024

Above from Left to Right: Chiedza, Everlove, Lalela Facilitator Carol and Richard.

Stanford interns, Richard and Chiedza, reflect on their time in Lalela classrooms and how the experience shaped their understanding of art and learning.

Rediscovering Art Through Community

Richard described his time with Lalela as a time to reconnect with the joy of creative expression.

“Being at Lalela has helped me fall in love with art again. For the longest time, I believed that experiencing art — creating it and enjoying it — was something deeply personal and unique to the individual. I thought that by working at Lalela, I would simply be helping children discover this for themselves.

True as this may be, I have since discovered that what makes art truly special, powerful, and possible is the community it brings together. In teaching learners how to draw, painting with the facilitators, and even bringing my own passion for the performing arts into the classroom, I have witnessed the creation of art being empowered by the Lalela family connections time and time again.

Working at Lalela has helped me realize that the safe, caring community that forms when artists gather is what allows for those intimate personal experiences with art. Art is not a lonely endeavour. Art is never made in a vacuum. Even if a single hand holds a paintbrush, there is a whole world driving it across the canvas.

Working with Lalela has taught me so much, and I am truly grateful to have been able to spend this summer making art alongside such passionate, talented, and loving people.”

Above: Interns from Stanford, Chiedza and Richard, joined fellow Lalela intern Everlove and facilitator Carol to paint a mural in the Silikamva High School bathroom.

Life Lessons

Chiedza reflects on the universal language of community.

“Close your eyes in 3, 2, 1… I want you to use your inner eyes to see. What does it look like? What does it taste like? How does it make you feel? Now slowly open your eyes and draw what you see.”

This was Miss Tandi guiding a group of Grade 3 students on a sensory journey, inviting them to explore the memories stirred by different scents. The room was electric with excitement as little cotton balls soaked in mysterious smells were sniffed and passed around, each one triggering a burst of giggles.

That moment gave me a flashback to my very first day in a Lalela classroom. It was during the holiday program, and around 40 children had shown up to spend their afternoon with us at Oranjekloof Primary School. I remember the one in pyjamas who had clearly slipped out of bed and headed straight to class. The barefooted boys from the street soccer league left their plastic ball behind and joined us too. Regulars, newcomers — every child was welcomed and folded into a group with the same ease and enthusiasm.

What struck me most then is the universal language of community that fills the classroom. I barely knew any Xhosa. Communication felt like my biggest hurdle. One day, a child came to me and spoke fully in Xhosa. I didn’t understand the words, but I could tell she needed a pencil, so I handed one to her. She smiled. And as I write this, I realize I’m smiling too — because that one smile taught me what connection without words can look like.

At Lalela, the children are not just taught the seven core values: love, listen, respect, create, fun, share, and …, they’re taught what those values feel like when they’re lived out. Respect isn’t preached at them; it’s shown. The teachers never shout at the kids. I was in awe hearing Miss Tandi apologize to the class for a scheduling mix-up.

It’s not always rosy at Lalela. One afternoon, the barefooted soccer kids were back at it, kicking their plastic ball near the classroom when Akho let off a powerful left-footer straight into a window. The glass shattered. Gasps filled the air, and the kids scattered. But word spread fast, and soon they returned, fingers pointing at Akho.

By the time I saw him, Akho was standing at Miss Tandi’s desk, drowning in tears. He was terrified. Before diving into the day’s lesson, Miss Tandi gathered everyone and asked, “Why did you all run away and blame Akho, when you were all playing? It could have been any one of you.”

There was silence. Then, a soft chorus of “Sooorry Akho…” filled the room. The weight of guilt was thick in the air. But more importantly, so was shared responsibility. They understood that Akho’s burden was theirs too, and they carried it together.

These are the kinds of life lessons that can be written into children’s books or preached from the front of a classroom, but they only truly sink in when lived. Lalela offers that space — a space for becoming. And after the tears and apologies, we shook it off and made beautiful paper dolls.

Deep down, I wish I was a Lalela baby too.

Thank you Chiedza and Richard!

From all of us at Lalela, we wish you, Cheidza and Richard, all the very best and thank you for your time at Lalela.

 

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