No Worries, Africa

Rules for going to Africa:

  1. Don’t drink the water
  2. Take Malaria pills
  3. Don’t eat raw fruits or veggies
  4. Don’t Fall In Love
  5. Use bug spray
  6. Sleep
  7. Wash your hands
  8. Don’t Share the same water bottle
  9. Don’t step outside the hotel
  10. Walk in pairs
  11. Stay Fit
  12. Stay Vegan

I am pretty sure I broke every rule in the book. I ventured on this journey to Africa to receive a certification in Baptiste Yoga (200Hours), and travel to a place that has always sparked my interest. I was quickly awakened when I found:

  • The only muscle that grew was my heart
  • I Gained an entire family of brothers and sisters
  • I Made a promise to return to Africa
  •  I have an appreciation for anything called food
  •  I have a love for chapati (carbs)
  • True Freedom
  • Internal happiness
  • A Support system
  • A plan for solving world hunger through yoga
  • Healthiest I’ve ever felt (not vegan)
  • Best Friends & new lingo


Drop What You Know

As I heard the captain speak first in Arabic, 5 hours into my flight from Dubai to Kenya, I knew something sounded off. Then in English, “Since we cannot fly over Yemen because of military unrest, we will take another route.” Never have I traveled internationally by myself, so I thought this was the end (haha). My flight was 4 hours late, and with customs, ebola check, visa, and waiting for my bag- I was 6 hours late. As soon as I stepped outside there were hundreds of people crowded around the airport with signs. I thought that no one would ever find me -but just as a I went to sit down I saw an Africa Yoga Project member, Irene, and my beautiful Egyptian roommate, Omniya, (both who i met on Facebook) waving with excitement. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and carried my overpacked bag to the driver-this was only the beginning.

The air, the people, the music, the dance, the acrobatics, the sweat, the tears, the hope, the feel, the bond, the love, the possibility all struck me instantaneously as a place I wanted to forever call home. When we arrived to the Shine Center, it was filled with people from every country and continent. There were two members that were deaf, and one that was completely blind, and I thought how are they ever going to do this yoga? Yoga in Africa is for everyone and the talents they had to overcome their disabilities were unbelievable. Paige did not treat them any different, but pushed and encouraged them to dive further. People were doing acro-yoga all over the room, handstands, and inversions with the biggest smiles I have ever seen. Our first mission: Stand up,walk around and greet everyone with a hug. This became my favorite part of the day as we all shared a genuine feel for love.  And,Yes, Paige is as breathtaking with her presence and we all imagine!


Shift Your vision

With my regular daily practice at Power Yoga Buffalo, I thought that Africa Yoga had nothing on me. Well, let me tell you, with 400 people at the Shine center gathered for a free community class, Paige did not let us have it easy. People from off the streets, fathers with their babies, families, first timers, all gathered on a saturday morning to share this practice-and it is not a quiet one. All the yoga I have tried has been silent and introspective, but in Africa they tell you exactly how they feel all the time. They do not hide anything or hold it back, it is all let out through sighs, words, laughs, cries, and lots of sweat. At first I thought this is crazy, and not the yoga I know. After many silent giggles and eye rolls, I tried it and IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO LET IT OUT!

Be Up to Something Bigger Than Yourself

When we think of a yoga teacher in America, we think a low paying job. In Africa, it is a chance for employment, a way to connect with the community, a way of healing, possibility, and to provide service to others. For every paid class a yoga teacher teaches they give multiple free classes in the slums, jails, hospitals, special needs centers, and schools as an outreach project. They are less concerned with how much money they are making and more concerned with spreading this practice throughout Africa. As we walked through the slums, the flies were swarming, the smells were unbearable, the children with no clothes, the drugs, the alcohol were all around us. There are no mats, no incense burning, no candles, no oils, no blocks and no cool lululemon clothes. There are no means of proper hydration, sanitation, nutrition, or places to call home. These people practice the same sequence with nothing but dirt floors and lips pointed up to the sky. To think that the same yoga we practice is also being emulated in a third world country, with much bigger problems, makes me think world peace is possible through yoga!

This yoga works because it is accessible to every person, country, culture, body type, age, language, race and economic situation. My favorite part of this entire journey was being able to connect with a little girl who had muscular dystrophy, by placing her in childs pose. To manipulate the muscles and bones in such a way that this girl could experience yoga in her body, was unbelievable. Just being able to connect with someone on such a spiritual level gave life a different perspective on life and made me feel things I have never felt before.


In order to Heal, You Need to Feel

Two weeks of breaking us down while sharing our past, present, and future residue and challenging the physical and mental was just a stepping stone for having continuous breakthroughs. We cried more than I thought was possible, took off all of our masks, and experienced the present moment. We released all of our toxins and made a path for freedom. This was the most difficult three weeks of my life, but also the most life changing. In Order to Heal, You need to Feel.

Come From You Are Ready Now

The last day was so emotional. I met new best friends from Brazil, Africa, Egypt, Argentina, Zimbabwe, America, Uganda and it was so hard to say goodbye. We shared secrets and sweat for so long that it seemed wrong to leave all of my brothers and sisters. I was hoping my flight would get cancelled and I would be able to stay forever. AtI knew that I had to spread that same light in my own hometown.

Through Africa Yoga Project, Seva Safari, I learned how to truly “Live my Yoga.” I see real similarities in the community aspect of Yogis in Service-which makes me proud to live in an area that values outreach. How will I Live my Yoga? I started a summer project for the Boys and Girls Club Niagara Falls, that runs for 7 weeks, and provides yoga and mats for all of the children. Teaching the staff at Mercy Hospital twice a week during their shifts. Teaching at Lafayette Highschool. Teaching all over Buffalo community and spreading the love! Hopefully returning to Africa to work with Africa Yoga Project on creating AYP Uganda!


Article written by Sarah Panzica

Yoga Service Immersion: Heart and Soul Seva

The most pivotal point in any yogi’s journey is the moment we learn to take our practice with us when we leave the mat- to employ the many lessons learned through asana and meditation in our everyday lives.  A step further than that is living our practice with the pure intention of sharing it with others.

Myself and two fellow members of Yogis In Service took a little road-trip to Nazareth college for a workshop presented by The Rochester Yoga Service Network entitled Yoga Service Immersion: Heart and Soul Seva.  Leading this workshop was Carla Giambrone, an absolutely brilliant yogi and researcher who has a way of enrapturing her audience through her passion and enthusiasm.  Upon arrival, we were greeted warmly as representatives of Yogis In Service and settled onto our mats to begin the workshop. The first thing Carla asked of attendees was to reflect in our journals- Why were we here? What did we hope to take away from this workshop? Word for word I wrote “ I will go to anything with the word ‘yoga’ in it, and I have no idea what I hope to take away from this workshop.”  Insightful, right?

Carla led us through a vigorous Power Yoga flow, leaving us dripping in sweat, but also grounded and open. It was an effective way to bring everyone to the present moment, settled and ready to work. Carla shared a little about her research and findings regarding yoga as a tool to be shared in order to promote health, healing, and wellbeing, before splitting us into groups based on the populations we wished to serve.  We were given the opportunity to share our stories- why we were drawn to particular populations (children, senior citizens, adult women, or trauma survivors), and how and why we felt yoga could serve them. Following this discussion, we were paired off and asked to perform a variety of partner activities that required strength, trust, balance, and compromise to be successful.   A particularly powerful activity followed this; to me, it was the highlight of the session.  We were asked to stand and face our partners, and spent the next twenty minutes learning the difference between being a “YES” and a “NO.” We practiced being in each, and observed our partner’s very physical reactions to the energy we presented them with.  Carla utilized these activities along with her LEAN® Coaching Method to teach us the three most important themes of providing yoga as a service – “Be Clear. Be Centered and Grounded. Be Consistent.”

The afternoon ended with a moment of quiet reflection, just as it began.  This time however, my words were very different- “I am here because I want to serve others through yoga. I am so grateful to be leaving this workshop with a sense of purpose.”  Carla Giambrone, together with The Rochester Yoga Service Network, presented a powerful and educational workshop that clearly had an impact on every person in attendance.  We learned how to show up for ourselves, as well as how to most effectively be in service to others by using our practice as a vehicle for spreading love and change.

“May all beings everywhere be happy and free and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.”



Article by Marissa Bland