Ink Me
I am continuing to visit homesteads with the NCP committee for our “Community Engagement”. For each household in the village, we go through list of questions to make sure everyone here is committed to supporting, in any way they can, a Care Point for the orphans and vulnerable children if it is built. At the end, we ask the interviewee to sign the survey. Most people don’t have a problem with that, even if it does take them a while to gingerly etch out their signatures.
As the sun was setting, we reached the indvuna’s house. (The indvuna is the head honcho of the community). The woman interviewer requested his signature. He got up and slowly ambled into his house on his cane. I thought he was going to get his glasses but he walked out with a big inkpad. It turns out that he doesn’t know how to write. Instead, he carefully pressed his thumb on his inkpad and put his thumbprint on the paper. How cool is that? I wish it were appropriate for me to do that on legal documents.
As the sun was setting, we reached the indvuna’s house. (The indvuna is the head honcho of the community). The woman interviewer requested his signature. He got up and slowly ambled into his house on his cane. I thought he was going to get his glasses but he walked out with a big inkpad. It turns out that he doesn’t know how to write. Instead, he carefully pressed his thumb on his inkpad and put his thumbprint on the paper. How cool is that? I wish it were appropriate for me to do that on legal documents.
posted by Mark at 5:56 AM
1 Comments:
Wassup sucka. I just found your blog. Rest assured, I am sitting at my desk at work, infront of a computer in an air-conditioned office. Don't be jealous because I still crave the open fields of da Swaz six months later. But I do admit, I really appreciate the diversity of LA now that I'm home.
Just writing to say that you have an audience so keep writing; go Mark go.
-Cliff
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