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