Africa Questions

Friday, February 11, 2005
Your Africa Questions

So now is the time to answer all of your questions! This is the email that
tells you everything you wanted to know, (and didn’t care to know!) about living
in Africa!!First, though, a disclaimer……
The volunteers here at CCS live like kings and queens. I am not kidding. Everything I tell you about my own personal living situation might sound really different from the US, but it is a great deal better than any of our neighbors here in the village have!

Food:
The food we eat at the CCS house is fabulous! When they described it, it sounded like a hoity-toity restaurant that caters to the rich and famous. “All locally grown, seasonal, organic vegetables and fruits, along with fresh meat that is absent of any and all chemicals and steroids.”. Can you imagine! Actually, the food is very earthy. Breakfast is just bread and fruit and peanut butter, so I start each day with a peanut butter sandwich. The peanut butter is not like home, though.
It is runny and gritty and threatens to glue my mouth shut each morning. I think
it is how peanut butter is supposed to be. Two days a week, the cook gets eggs
from some of our neighbors, but I have not tried them yet. Every other one has
already been fertilized so you know these are the real things! Coffee is instant
so I have pretty much given up on that. I do miss good coffee!! And the milk is
unpasterized, whole milk, for those that drink it. (Not me!)
Lunch and dinner are pretty much treated the same way. There are usually two
or three casserole dishes made of potatoes or pasta, beans, and vegetables, sometimes
with a bit of meat mixed in. There is alway Ugali, which is the main staple of
the Tanzanian diet. Ugali is like the stiffest, blandest mashed potatoes you have
ever had. It really has no taste, but tastes like whatever you eat it with. The
typical way to eat it is to scoop a dollop up in your right hand, (very important- do not eat with your left hand!) and use it as a type of spoon to scoop up a stew.
I have had it several times and I like it.

The best part of the meals is the avocado and the fruit. We have fresh avocado at least once a day and it is soooo good! But the bananas, watermelon, pineapple, and mango are really amazing!!! Several people have given me mangos as gifts and they are like tasting heaven! The Tanzanians do not really do dessert, so except for the fruit, there is nothing sweet to speak of. You can buy candy bars at a few places in town, but it is too hot for me to eat chocolate!
Needless to say, our neighbors are not starving, but live on a very limited diet.
They get quite a few fresh fruits and veggies, and many of them own chickens and
livestock, so that is where they get their meat and dairy. I have not seen any
cheese at all, and needless to say, there is no such thing as fast food!

Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.

Money:
In Tanzania they use Tanzanian Shillings for currency, but most places will
also accept US dollars. However, things cost more if you pay in US. There is aproximately
1,020 shillings to the dollar, but for the sake of description, I will use only
US dollars. Prices are, for the most part, extremely low. An example of my daily
expenses:
Internet- $1 per hour
Beer- 70 cents per large bottle
Samosas for lunch- 30 cents apiece
Dala dala ride (bus)- 20 cents
Diet Coke- $2

Wait a minute!? Did I say $2 for a diet coke!?!? You bet I did! Anything sold
to a muzungu (white person) is at least twice the price, and since no self-respecting African would drink diet coke, they charge extra!

Everything and anything is negotiable, pricewise. No one would ever expect you
to pay the first price they quoted you, however there is a mzungu price and a local price. When someone tells me the price of something, I look at them and say “Muzungo bei….hapana!” which means ‘white person price…no!’. Then they laugh and give me a lower price.

It is fun, but when it comes to serious souvenier buying,
I take one of my new african friends and let them do the negotiating for me.
That has worked out beautifully because my Swahili is nowhere near good enough to
go into the market!! Any time I go in, I get surrounded by merchants shouting at
me, which is a little tiresome after the first few times, so it is best to take
a local friend. They just chase the merchants away!
Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.
Bathroom/Shower Facilities

Remember how I said we live like kings and queens? Well, we do. Keeping that
in mind…..the facilities are not what we are used to!! The toilets are the same,
but there is no water pressure, so they don’t really flush. As a result, you have
to put all toilet paper in a trash can. It is interesting. Most homes and businesses,
however, have a latrine of some sort. The guys won’t let us go in the one at Deo’s,
so I have no idea what they are like. However, at the school I am teaching at,
there is just a bucket with sheets draped around it.
The shower is a shower. But, due to water pressure, only a trickle comes out.
So we have a large bucket in the shower stall and I wet my hair with the water running
out, and as the bucket fills up, I shampoo. I use a beautiful handmade wash cloth
that the Carter women gave me to scrub everything, and when I am done, I dump the
bucket over my head. I have to say, it does the trick!
Brushing teeth, we simply have to use bottled water. One guy has already messed
up and brushed his teeth with the tap water and as a result, spent a good part of
the evening in discomfort. We do not drink the water.

Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.
Transportation:
We have a CCS van that takes us to and from our placements each morning, and
we stuff it full of people!!! It is a 12 person van, and we routinely have 19-20
in it. There are very, very few seatbelts in Africa! However, since 99% of the
roads are dirt with HUGE pot holes, we rarely get over 30 mph, so it is quite safe!
In our free time we have three options. Walk, Dala-dala, or taxi. The Dala-dala
is also a 12 person van, but they routinely stuff 25-30 people inside. The rule
is, ‘there is always room for one more!’. When they go down the street, you will
often see people hanging off the sides and men sticking out of the windows. It
is hysterical! I have not been on one yet, but I am planning to take one back to
the house after this email so I will let you know how it goes!
The taxis are their own form of amusement! The other day when we were in the
market, our Tanzanian friends agreed to help us get a taxi. As soon as we walked
up to the taxi stand, we were surrounded by me yelling at us and holding their respective
car doors open. Anton, one of our friends, said, we will go to the next one, so
we walked down another block. He put us in a taxi and off we went.
Here is where it gets really interesting!!! Now, here in Tanzania, people drive
on the left-hand side of the road….kind of. Seeing as how all of the roads are
dirt, and littered with HUGE potholes, (did I mention that they are HUGE!!?), the
general rule is to drive on the best part of the road. It very often turns out
that they best part of the road is the sidewalk. I am not kidding. So we get in
this taxi and take off towards Rau. The driver is going about 30 mph and veering
wildly all over this wide, wide dirt road. Women with huge baskets of bananas on
top of their heads are getting out of our way quickly as we lurch down the road.
The ashtray falls out of the door, the window is rattling like crazy, and from the
back of the cab, all I can hear is this loud ‘chucka-chucka-chucka’. After our
third foray onto the sidewalk, and our first into someones actual front yard, I
started laughing uncontrollaby. The funnist thing is, this is not unusual in the
slightest!!! We made it home safely, and it was the most delightful ride of my
life! Oh…and it cost $2.

Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.

Well, I hope that has answered some of your questions! Life here is wild and
crazy and lonely and frustrating, and, most of all, fullfilling. Thank you all
for your emails….they are lifting me up!!!! I love you!!! Anna

Anna aka Mud Butt

Mimi na kupenda wewe…..

Thursday, February 10, 2005
Mimi na kupenda wewe…..

Mimi na kupenda wewe…………That means “I love you” in Swahili, and I said to every child I saw. Even the ones that peed, poo-ed, and even worse, bit me! So, last night, after our Swahili lesson, I talked to Fulgence, one of the men that works with CCS. Andrew did opt out of Kilamahewa School, and I just think that is where I belong, so I asked him if I could go there. He said “Of course! You can go anywhere you want to!!”, so we made plans for me to go back to the orphanage today and to talk to Sister Immaculata so that she would know what I was doing. When we dropped off Andrew for his last day at Kilamahewa, I looked at the school and knew that I was doing the right thing.
With a deep breath, I headed for the orphanage and another day of babies.
Today I went directly to the playground and spent the morning under a pile of babies. It was great! And, yes, I am covered in all matter of things, but it doesn’t matter to me! There is a special needs boy, Phillipe, probably about two years old with a huge smile and big giant eyes. He makes a bee-line for me whenever he sees me with arms open wide. Then he proceeds to grab my hair and pull as hard as he can! One of the nurses (they are actually all young teen-age girls that live at the orphanage) actually walked up to me and handed me one of my hairs that she had pried out of a babys hand! Lucy is a little girl with braces on her feet and an old yellow party dress that someone, probably from America, donated to the orphanage. Eric is the color of latte, has huge golden eyes and is the one that ran up to me yesterday when I got out of the van. There are thirty more babies tumbling like puppies in this yard of dirt, dust and a few dilapadated playground items. A couple of them are scared of the mzungu, (white people) but most just want us to wrap our arms around them. I sit in the dirt with my arms wrapped around as many of them as possible singing, “Twinkle, twinle little star…” to them. I whisper over and over, “mimi na kupenda wewe….mimi na kupendo wewe…”, as they lay in a jumble in my arms. Each time I feel a tiny hand on my arm or stomache, I just hug them all tighter. After ten or fifteen minutes, they get up to play and a new batch moves in. My heart is broken into a million pieces.
After potty time, (for the most part completely unsuccessful because they had already all peed on me!) we all washed our hands and went inside for milk, and then, lunch. Once more. I took care of feeding Michael. As he ate, I alternated snapping and clapping behind his head to check to see if he was deaf. One of the women at the CCS compound is a doctor and she said that deafness was very common with infant menengitis. He responds beautifully though, and after milk, I take the opportunity to try and manipulate his left arm and leg. The sisters said that at first he could not hold his head up at all, but now he can, so I think there might be some hope for further mobility. It is not much, but a little movement couldnt’ hurt.
The end of lunch signals the approach of the CCS van for us, so I went to find Sister Immaculata. She was nowhere to be found, so I ended up talking to one of the other nuns. Before I could get a single word out, I just started crying. I feel completely torn in two. I try to explain to her through my tears that I just feel called to Kilamahewa School, and that I love Upendo and the children, but that I think that I am doing the right thing. I have only been there two days and I am devestated. She was wonderful and said that I could come any time, not just in the morning like normal, so I felt a little better. If I can split some of my days between the school and the orphanage, I would be happy. Emotionally, this is all just completely overwhelming…….
After a quiet ride back to town, Christy and I had Simon drop us off in Moshi. I need to change money and send email, so here I am. I am going to attempt a bit of shopping before going back for another Swahili lesson. Another day in Tanzania is passing quickly.

 

Anna aka Mud Butt

Houston, we have a problem……

Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Houston, we have a problem……

Houston, we have a problem……………..Today is finally the day, I am going to see babies!!!!!!! I am very excited, and a little nervous. Last night, I read the log book here that the workers at Upendo Childrens Home have been writing in, and reports are very discouraging. Stories of unsanitary conditions and alleged abuse make me very concerned for what I might see. It does not scare me away from wanting to work there, but the negativity in the messages is a little off-putting!
At 7:30 in the morning, we all piled into the CCS van and Simon, the driver, took us all to our various placements. One girl is going to a kindergarden, several girls are going to the local clinic, one of the guys is going to a youth arts workshop, and four of us to the orphanage. We were at our next to last stop when my heart went into my throat. Andrew, one of the young men here, is volunteering at Kilamahewa School, and we dropped him off before going on to the orphanage. I had been told a little about the school, but I was unprepared for what I saw. Literally, a one-room mud hut in the middle of a large dusty field. It usually holds 70-80 children.
Let that sink in for just a moment………………70-80 children in a room no bigger than 15×15. They are ages 3-10. That, however, is not the amazing thing! The teacher is a man named Mr. Massawe. He was too poor to send his children to school, so he began to teach them in his home. Word spread quickly and children from all over the area that were also too poor to attend school began coming to his house (that would be the aforementioned mud hut). He took them in and Kilamahewa School was born. That is the amazing thing.
When Andrew approached the kids, they all chanted out “Hibari” to him as the teacher directed them with his arms. He was waving at them and smiling madly. I was about fifty feet away, sitting in the van, and I was immediately covered in goosebumps. You know how sometimes, you don’t know why, and you don’t know how, but you just KNOW that you are in the right place at the right time. Every fiber of my soul told me that THIS was where I was supposed to be. I wanted to yell at Andrew to come back and let me go instead. As the van pulled away, my eyes filled with tears. This was definitly NOT in the plans!!!
Soon, though, we arrived at the orphanage. I stepped out of the van and an eighteen month old boy ran to me with outstretched arms. I swooped him up and told everyone, “Ok, I am done….I got what I came for!” We were taken to meet Sister Immaculata, the nun in charge of the home, and I took the boy with me. I mean, how could I put him down?! The sister was very gracious as she welcomed us into her office, and introduced herself. I asked her what her expectations were for the volunteers and she just said to love the children as much as possible. Hmmmmm, I don’t think that will be difficult!
After our meeting, the other volunteers disappeared, and the sister took me on a little tour. We went into the nursery where I met Michael, a little boy that had become half-paralyized by menengitis. As he grinned up at me, I just wanted to swoop him up and take him home! I spent the morning with the pre-toddlers, (babies that are just starting to walk), and before long, it was tea time. Rather than milk, they got a sweet, hot tea, and the nurse and I fed them from plastic cups. There are no sippie cups, or bottles…..just regular drinking cups, so they hold a plastic bowl under the babys chin and have them drink. When the extra drips into the bowl, they just pour it back into the cup and keep going. It is kind of amazing!
After tea, a few of the other nurses brought in all of the boys, aged 16 months to two and a half years.
Now it was milk time! Again, they drink out of regular cups, and it is the cutest thing you ever saw! As I looked at all of these little African babies with milk all over their faces, I thought, the milk industry has no idea……this is my idea of a “Got Milk?” ad!!!!
They play for a while and I become a human jungle gym. It is official…..I am a human story-teller doll! I have been peed on, pooped on, snotted on, milk-ed on, and minutes later…..beaned and riced upon! I cannot tell you how happy I was! After a little more play time, they boys sat down for lunch. Bowls of hot beans and rice were bought out and all but the littlest ones were given spoons. A nurse brought in Michael and strapped him into a chair. It turns out that there is one sippie cup here and it is his. Using a bowl to catch the dripping, I feed him while he looks up at me with huge brown eyes fringed in the longest lashes I have ever seen. I put the bown and cup down to pull another little boy off of me, (he has both of his hands firmy entwined in my hair and his teeth sunk into my arm), and Michael deftly turns the bowl of milk over. He smiles and laughs and laughs. Oh man….this is great.
As for the conditions at the orphanage, I think the nuns are doing an incredible job with the resources that they have. There are 55 or so children here, and in a country with rampant disease and poverty, they are doing their best to give them a safe environment. They are fed and clothed (after a fashion) and I am very, very impressed. All of the babies have on used, hand-me down clothes, and none of them wear diapers. there is a half-hearted attempt to potty-train them from the moment they start walking, and I can tell you, it is not working very well! Mostly, the kids pee where they want, (including on me!), and if a nurse sees them with wet pants, she takes them and sits them on a little plastic pot. The picture of three or four little babies sitting on pots out on the playground is absoulutely precious, but I don’t think they are getting the idea! No one wears underwear, so when you notice a suspicious smell, you just start going around a pulling the back of their pants out to investigate. It is kind of like playing that game, ‘where is the button’. They have no kleenex or anything, so as far as sanitation is concerned,…well, there isn’t alot. But, again, the nuns are doing much better than many of the village families are able to do, so my heart really goes out to them. I think that the earlier volunteers that wrote in the log book might have had unrealistic expectations of the orphanage.
As far as toys go, there is a very small assortment of old, plastic pieces of toys littered about the playground. The children love them, and constantly give them to me, just to here me say, “Asante sana….Sawa!!!!” and hand them back. The other volunteers are a little shocked and saddened at the lack of toys, but as far as I can see, the babies are so happy! I think any mother will tell you that a two year old will get equal amounts of delight out of a barbie and a wooden kitchen spoon. It is really something to see.
When the bus finally comes to pick us up, I am exhausted. But even more so, I am happy. I am carrying a thousand smiles back with me after only one day. so how could I ever be unhappy! However, all day long, I could not get Kilamahewa School out of my mind. I love all children. I love them all, but my plans were to come take care of babies! As we were riding back to the house, I heard Andrew talking about asking for a change of assignment. It turns out that he has no teaching experience at all, and feels somewhat overwhelmed at Kilamahewa School. That would leave the school with only one volunteer three days a week. The orphanage has at least five everyday. I just have this overwhelming feeling that the universe is telling me that that is where I belong. I am going to sit with it for a while before I make my decision…….

Anna aka Mud Butt

Nipendo Tanzania! (I Love Tanzania!)

Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Nipendo Tanzania! (I Love Tanzania!)

Nipendo Tanzania! (I Love Tanzania!)-Monday So, toady we finally had orientation. After a morning of rules, customs, etc., we got a group assignment to go out into the community, and then an individual assignment. Our group assignment was to go to the home of Chief Shio, the chief of the village. We went to his home and his daughter brought out chairs for all of us. When he came out from his home, he sat in front of us and asked us our names and where we are from. He was in his late 60’s or so, and had missing teeth, a threadbare pair of brown pants and an old shirt. He is, like many people, bare footed. His home looks like any other here, and he explained to us that even though a chief is elected for five years, (and he is on his second term), they get no salary or benefits at all. Of course, by benefits, he means a cow or chicken, not health insurance and an IRA. Despite living in what we would consider extreme poverty, he is gracious and dignified. After extensive greetings all around, he took us into his yard to show us his animals. As we went back, he said, “I have been cutting up a goat”, and I was sure that this was not going to be good! However, there was no sign of goat, whole or otherwise, anywhere, so I felt much better! First, he took us to the pigpen to show us his eight or nine young pigs. This seemed unusual to me, because this country has a fair amount of Muslim people, so pig is not something you see much of! After the pigs, he showed us his goat shed, and his garden. I wish that I could give you an idea of what a typical home looks like here. I have not been inside of one yet, but Jessica, a young girl that works here, has invited me to her home, so I will report on that soon. However, the outside is very much like something you would see on a “Save The Children” commercial. A ramshackle collection of small sheds, some with roofs, some without, made of every feasible kind of material that you can imagine. Animal pens are connected one to another, I am assuming so as to save from having to build four walls. There are piles of rinds and peels from vegetables and fruits, and any water you might see appears very dirty. There is often a small fire for cooking, and some sort of latrine. Of course, there is rarely running water and very few people have any kind of electricity. You can imagine that it is exactly like the “Save The Children” ads. However, there is something that we cannot see on the television. The picture is very true to life, but what is not evident is the grace and dignity with which these people live. These places are home to families that work and love and laugh. They care for themselves, their children and their animals as well as possible, and there is a great, great deal of happiness. The children walk through pens in ankle deep manure and after only being here a few days, all I can see are their smiles and happiness. It is really amazing. This report is getting rather long. So I will continue it in another email. Our schedule is getting busier, so I am borrowing a laptop and writing several reports at once. I will be able to send them all every few days when I go into town. Until then, take care!!! Tonga! (Monday Part 2) After we left Chief Shio’s home, we each had our own assignment to do. I was handed a card that read: “Community Drop Off Activity: Go out of CCS gate, turn left and go straight to the main Uru Road. At the main road, turn left and go straight until you come to a small trading center called Rau Madukani. Ask for a place where a welding workshop is. Greet the welders, introduce yourself and ask them where they get their welding materials from.” Two other girls had assignments at the Madukani, so we headed off together. The trading center is a small conglomeration of storefronts, carts, ladies sitting on blankets and men carrying boards with sale items nailed to them. Understand, this market is for locals, not tourists, so most of the items were practical, everyday things. We came upon a long line of women on sheets selling fruits and vegetables, and immediately we were approached by two elders with their hands outstretched. Toothless grins stretched wide as they greeted us, introduced themselves, asked our names, and then asked for money. I smiled and asked where the welders were, and within seconds, we had a throng of local women around us talking a mile a minute! They all leaned in to read the card with my assignment written on it, and argued among themselves in Swahili. Finally, a woman in her twenties reached through the crowd, grabbed my hand and dragged me down the street to the welding workshop. I walked up to all of the men welding, (and lounging) and introduced myself. After greetings, (and realizing that not one of them spoke a word of English), I promptly began working my way through several lines of questioning. Surely one of them would work! Ten minutes later, they are smiling broadly, but still have no idea what I am asking for. I give it one final try. ”Amerika”, I say pointing to myself. They all nod knowingly. “Tanzanian”, I say, pointing to the man nearest me, again with nods of comprehension. Then I pointed to the metal gate that they were welding and held up my hands in question. Blank looks all around. Julie and Nicola had been hanging back, and finally Julie said, “Anna, come on….they are just laughing at us!”. I told her, “No, actually, they are laughing at ME, and I do not mind in the least!”. I was in the process of telling them that I would not be leaving until I knew where the materials came from when a man walked up that spoke English. Damn! I am certain that with enough time, we could have broken down that language barrier! I relented and asked the man. “Tonga!”, he said with a smile, and we headed back to the house. On the way back to the house, a Masai tribesman approached us and stopped to greet us. Over six feet tall, he was wrapped in the traditional red and blue plaid of the Masai. He was probably in his twenties and had tribal tattoos and silver-dollar-sized holes in his ear lobes. I don’t think that calling him a true Masai warrior would be very far off the mark! He shook our hands and welcomed us to Tanzania. He had the whitest teeth and the most beautiful smile, and I had to constantly remind myself that he was real. It was the highlight of my day. The rest of the day was filled with more orientation and Swahili lessons. They have brought in a Kiswahili teacher to tutor us for an hour a day so that we can be as fluent as possible. As I went to bed, words like “Hujambo, Asante, and Gina loca ni nami” cluttered up my brain. It has been a great day, but I am tired and I want to get down to the reason I am here…….the children! Tomorrow, I finally go to the orphanage. Kwaheri!

Anna aka Mud Butt

More of Karen’s Waterfall Adventures!!

More of Karen’s Waterfall adventures!!!

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The waterfall project continues.  This weekend I finally “captured” a
waterfall I’ve been trying to find for weeks.  It’s on the ‘net, but never
with any directions.  I found clues here and there and finally put them
altogether and got to the right place and found it!

Then today my sister and I went up to Cloudland Canyon State Park.  I had
wanted to get there several weeks ago, but when I called them they said the
falls were dry.  So after all the rain we’ve had lately, I called yesterday
and they said the falls had lots of water…so we went!

We only did the waterfall trail, which is probably less than 2 miles total
out and back, but it’s tough.  In fact it’s a lot like doing Tallulah
Gorge…lots of steps right down the side of the canyon and then side trails
to the falls.  The first 2 are the “show pieces” of the park.  They are each
fall over a sheer cliff into a small pool, but then below them are lots of
smaller falls with 2 forming together a falls of may 5 or 6 feet, then
there’s a bridge over the creek that takes you to another trail, and the
bridge is right over the top of another falls – maybe 10 or 12 feet high.
Then there’s ANOTHER one a little further down that’s may 6 feet high.  And
finally, back at the top of the gorge, there’s a viewpoint where you can see
a long, cascading waterfall coming over the side of the gorge.  Altogether
that’s 6 falls.  There may actually be more along that trail at the bottom
of the gorge, but we just didn’t have time to go any further.

The trail down has, I think, 600 steps – so that 600 down and then 600 back
up.  But even going as slowly as I usually go, we did the whole thing – all
of the falls, in just over 2 hours.  Not bad!

So I’ve been working on putting together a slide show of my pictures and I’m
pleased to be able to say that I’ve done 98 waterfalls this year!  That’s
counting “double” falls as 2 falls – which, of course, they really are
anyway.  I didn’t set out to get to see so many in just my first year of
hunting waterfalls, so I was quite surprised that it came out to so many!

Karen T.
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