I do not understand!!!

I never knew how hard it would be to understand my own language, but with all of the different African dialects here in capetown I have managed to say, "I do not understand" 28 times in the last two days. Oh yes I am counting. Today I volunteered at Baphumelele....The drive into Khaylitsha was very interesting, but thank God I'm in and out safely. I worked in the baby center today with 15 kids under the age of 2. We took a field trip to the play center in town and well that was way too interesting!!! One of the kids.... Rosalee speaks very good Xhosa to be 2 years of age to the point where I had to ask her to please speak English! Rosalee.... I do not understand. Each child has its very own story! I didnt get the opportunity to learn the stories today, but one little one who goes by the name of "Monkey" is the product of a mother who smoked a drug called ticker, up until the day he was born. A child is so innocent and not once asked to be born! He sure did have a lot of energy.....I barley had a chance to learn all the names of the children. Baphumelele is a campus so to speak..... Respite center for the older kids and for the babies. Housing for 160 kids all behind shards of metal, wire and steel! I was informed to never leave the gate! This area is not safe. Not once did fear overtake me!!! I hurried off at 4:30 to try to get back in town for my first Xhosa class. The teacher doesn't like me...., my Xhosa is not so good. It was a hour and a half of me making a complete fool of myself. Unjani? Ungubani igama lakho? My teacher asked, I replied..... I do not understand!