Agazit Tesfai and I were connected through the South Sudanese Center. We’d never met in person before the interview, so I was trying to both interview and talk to Agazit, with the hope of also making a friend. If we end up getting that Ethiopian coffee together, then I’ll take that as a success. Originally, the plan was for us to meet at Geisel Library to do the interview in person, but because Agazit had to get ready for a class she was teaching. So, she was at her home while I was in one of the quiet study rooms in Geisel. We talked aboutRead More →

For my art project, I decided to write poetry, since I’m not as artsy fartsy with physical objects as most everyone else. “One”, “Imagine” and “‘He’ (for me) and ‘he’ (for him)” are a collection of short poems that reveal my innermost thoughts about both my interview with Agazit and my times at the South Sudanese Center tutoring young immigrant students from local elementary and middle schools.  “One” speaks to the power of one person, both myself and the young boy I tutored. I was afraid of making a mistake, confusing him instead of helping him. Behind that fear is the realization that I couldRead More →

This course, if we’re being perfectly honest, was both super fun but also a little bit of a mess. But don’t let that stop you, this quarter was the first time that HIUS 144 was supported, so some messiness is to be expected. I signed up for HIUS 144 after attending an event in the Cross Cultural Center advertising the course. I thought it would be interesting, especially the part about us partnering and volunteering with community partners. I was excited about the prospect of volunteering with fellow Black folks. The lectures themselves were pretty cool, including the guest lecturers. I actually knew Professor Amubaye,Read More →

On May 9th, HIUS 144 traveled to Barrio Logan to visit Chicano Park. We were there (obviously) to look at the murals painted on the support columns of Coronado Bridge’s on-and off-ramps to I-5. I’ve actually seen these murals many times myself; for years, my parents and I would go to Padres games and car shows at the Convention Center, always passing by Chicano Park in some way. However, until that day, I’d never seen the murals up close and personally. Seeing individual artworks opened my eyes to how ingenious and detail-oriented the artists are. I actually arrived to the area late. I’d had aRead More →

May 15th I drove Isabella and myself down to the Sudanese Center next to UWEAST to tutor. To our surprise, only one of the students was there, a girl by the name of Mapenzi. (Author’s Note: if you were wondering, yes, “Mapenzi” has a meaning in Swahili. It means “romance”, which I’m sure is deeply meaningful to Mapenzi’s parents themselves. The cool thing about that is that it probably also means “love” to them, to Mapenzi.) Mapenzi was there for the first time I was at the Sudanese Center. At that time, Isabella was tutoring her. This time, one of the other tutors was alreadyRead More →

I hope this makes its way onto the blogs made by other students for Race and Oral History. This’ll be some kind of blog/field note/reflection/diary/something. I’ll figure it out later. On May 3rd I made my first site visit to the United Women of East Africa. I arrived alone in my own car, the other 2 people who were coming weren’t there yet so I felt lost. Being the idiot I am, I hadn’t made any site visits until that point. While I hate to use the phrase “better late than never”, that’s what I had to work with. One of the women who workRead More →