The Time I Joined Peace Corps and Worked With An African HIV Program for S*x Workers in eSwatini: Part 1

There's a lot here, but a summary and some key takeaways:

Lady is a feminist and a dominatrix. Decides she wants to fight for social justice in a small South African kingdom. Applies to the Peacecorps; is told that up to half of all Peacecorps volunteers ragequit, and is she absolutely certain she wants to continue fighting for social justice? Says yes, gets in the program, is informed on arrival that there will be no fighting for social justice, since Africans are racist and sexist and the local King will absolutely FAFO the Peacecorps if it fricks around.

Whole country is full of AIDS. 25% of all people have HIV, including 40% (yes) of all pregnant women.

Lots of little details come to light, such as:

A man killed his wife for asking him to wear a condom. Whether this is a reasonable thing to do or not is, evidently, a matter of national debate in their society.

Peacecorps volunteers can't wear anything too slutty, like mom jeans, else they might get r*ped. Having to wear a dress and not being allowed to wear jeans causes her fellow volunteers so much distress that at least one of her coworkers quits.

Libertarianism is rampant. To the point where they have billboards everywhere warning adults that fricking kids will give them AIDS.

It's not just normies, either. Apparently the King himself spotted a middleschooler he wanted to bang; her family tried to flee to England, so he had the Secret Service track her down and abduct her.

Because Africans hate hookers, Peacecorps volunteers find themselves needing to do HIV outreach work while simultaneously avoiding groups with HIV, lest they anger the locals too much.

The Peacecorps offers months of training and ideological reinforcement, but after that, has no idea what the frick it's doing. Every individual volunteer is, evidently, expected to think of something useful to do on their own, if and when they get assigned to a village; there's no "plan". Just liberal 20-somethings, abandoned amongst AIDS-riddled libertarian male feminists, with truckfulls of cash and rapidly souring views on the nobility of underprivileged Africa.

Eventually Our Heroine finds a village where hookers have formed a union, of a sorts, and is like OOO GOODY as a hooker myself, that's for me.

Unfortunately, it turns out most of the hookers aren't actually hookers. They're fake hookers, only telling the NGOs that they work as hookers because they expect government gibs earmarked for s*x workers. There is, apparently, no way of screening any of them, so everyone loots the hooker aid money and nobody cares.

But whatever, some of them are probably hookers right?

The local NGOees hit on a brilliant plan to convert the "hookers" into car wash attendants - even though there's almost no cars, and the only "road" in the community is a mud track that makes cleaning an effort in futility.

But the car wash is abandoned halfway through the building process, after the money is handed out but before anything concrete and workable is in place. Instead of waiting to finish the wash (which would have been an economic failure anyways, given the aforementioned lack of roads), the Peacecorp Kids organize a press event and take a bunch of photos to go on their resumes, before every single one of them leaves.

The half-finished car wash is abandoned and the Africans go back to hooking. Only lasting legacy are the news reports touting the success of those bright-eyed white liberals helping African hookers get on their feet.

The fact that she, also, fricked off out of Africa and cynically hates her Peacecorps work, same as the rest of the buttholes she worked with, goes unremarked.

OH, and frick Trump and Elon, they're the real problem, even though aid doesn't work it's important we support it anyway. Maybe she'll explain this in a subsequent article...?