What am I actually doing here?

It's been a bit of a philosophical day today. (I blame Logan - there's no way you can spend several days in his company and not end up discussing deep and weighty moral issues.) So far I haven't set foot off the premises - I've just spent all day sitting in the Backpacker hostel's communal area, fixing myself snacks, reflecting on life and quietly mind-mapping.
 There's no way of saying what I've been doing without sounding like an idealistic twit. So I'll just say it. It's taken me all day but I have finished redrafting my Mission Statement. This all-important document is my guide to life. Don't worry, I won't bore you with my fascinating insights into human nature (although there were many). It's enough to say that after a whole day of this I feel renewed and spiritually refreshed, and ready to tackle the big question: I've saved up for months, defied my parents and travelled six thousand miles to get here - but what is it I actually want to achieve?
 I said in my first post that I want to teach about 'various study skills'. I employed this vague term in order to fit my plans into the short, official spiel which by necessity must be put at the start of a blog. But 'study skills' doesn't really cover it. I have a grand, glowing vision of transforming both Mnyakanya and St. Mary's into mind-mapping, super-memory, fully mentally-literate societies based on the Buzan principles of the brain's unlimited potential.
 This utopia is about to be put to the test. And unfortunately, at the very first hurdle I think I failed to communicate the stunning beauty of my vision to the people who need to know. I refer to my meeting with three teachers from Mnyakanya at Thursday lunch-time.
 It went like this. I was nervous; they were probably nervous too. Although I knew two out of the three from my first visit - one even worked with me in the Cricket Crew - I couldn't remember their names. I had to ask them. It was awkward. Plus they all spoke quietly and it took me forever to adjust to their accents. I had to keep asking them to repeat themselves. No-one knew what to say, and before we had properly broken the ice I felt obliged to dive into an unprepared explanation of memory techniques and Learning Leaders and passed around Tony Buzan's books. All I got was nods and smiles.
 Things improved as soon as I gave up on explaining. I bought us all guava juice from the 'Mama Zulu' coffee house and we started afresh. Melusi (the fellow Cricket-Crew member) inquired about others from the 2009 group. I asked about Mnyakanya. Apparently there's been a public-servant strike going on in the area for about a month, so nothing is currently running normally. By the time we've finished our guava juices everyone has relaxed. Melusi invites me to play pool with him in the games room just up the road.
 Here I have an excellent time. Melusi goes easy on me because I'm crap at pool. I win my game against him (only because Melusi pots the black too early), narrowly lose one against a challenger and then get absolutely thrashed by another guy who evidently spends way too much of his time in the games room. I observe two more games and really get the hang of crying 'Shot!' any time a ball goes into a pocket.
 After that, Melusi gives me a tour of eShowe, taking me into the supermarket, a clothes shop where he knows the manager and the local library. This is surprisingly large and has plenty of books, with shelf-space for more. Here Melusi tells me he wants to be an engineer.
 By the time I wave the three teachers off to the taxi-rank at three o'clock I realise (1) that I haven't had any lunch yet and (2) that I'm going to have to re-think how I present my plans on Monday.