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Monday, July 21, 2014

Culture Shock, Abundance, and Choices


Now that we have been back in the States for a couple of weeks, I want to share some of my reactions and feelings.

The culture shock started as early as in the airport in Dar es Salaam, when I saw the KLM flight crew stride through the waiting passengers to the plane.  They were so tall, and so blonde!  It continued at our layover in Amsterdam, as we strolled past the many shops and restaurants.  Western toilets!  Cheese!  Chocolate!  Starbucks!

Once home, literally in the arms of our family, I was simply grateful for a while--grateful for their love and support and grateful that our young grandchildren remembered us.  And, as days went by, I appreciated the comforts this country has to offer:  clean water from a tap, hot water on demand, good roads, reliable electricity, refrigerators, a variety of foods and flavors, and people who wait politely in lines for service, instead of pushing ahead of others when they can.

But, I find other aspects of life here disturbing.  The quantity of skin exposed to view is startling.  In small-town Tanzania, people do not routinely expose shoulders, bosoms, or legs above the knee. The rate of obesity in the U.S., even among children, is truly horrifying.  Certainly there are fat people in Tanzania, but for the most part they are only the few who are wealthy enough to eat Western high-fat, high-protein diets, own cars, and hire enough household help so that they get little exercise. 

The abundance in this country is overwhelming.  So many choices:  scores of different types of bread, meats, seafood, cereals, and even pickles!  I wandered into a big-box bookstore a few days ago, and was struck dumb by the thousands of books, particularly the children's books.  So many products that it is difficult to make a purchasing decision.  And, I find that we are more frugal than before we left.  Prices seem high, whether or not they are in fact higher than they were two years ago. 

So far, we have made some purchases, large and small.  Groceries.  Phones.  A car.  Now, we are looking for a house to buy, having sold ours before joining the Peace Corps. Will the Peace Corps experience affect that purchase, or will we fall back into old habits and expectations?  At minimum, we now know the difference between "needs" and "wants", and can prioritize them.  Need:  a functional kitchen.  Want:  granite countertops.  Priority:  depends on whether you ask Carol or Mark.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

A Visit to a Maasai Boma


A new teacher at our school grew up in a village 10 km up the mountain from our town.  He invited us to visit the area, and we happily accepted.  We had been to a couple of these villages before, but never with a personal guide. 

It's a beautiful area, but many of the people living in these villages are very poor. Not our friend's family.  He borrowed his father's car(!), to take us up the mountain. To give you an idea of how rare that is, only 2 of the 30+ teachers at our school own a car--the headmistress and the assistant headmaster.

We left our town, heading west, and soon the pavement ended and we were on a dirt road.  The surface has had some recent work, but it is still rutted, narrow, steep, and, in places, winding.  The first village is the best known, as it hosts a Saturday market day, where one can buy produce, Maasai shukas (robes), jewelry, and freshly grilled goat.

We first stopped by to greet his father, whose home is several kilometers further on.  His house is a new one, not big by American standards, but sturdily made with cement blocks, and with fresh paint and a metal roof.  I noticed a satellite dish in the back yard.  Prosperous indeed!  We did not ask how he acquired such wealth--that would have been rude.  We learned, though, that he has even more than satellite TV, when our friend pointed out the separate houses of 2 of his father's 3 wives.  Our guide is the second child of the first wife.  I asked how many brothers and sisters he has, and he said, "Many.....many."  Polygamy is discouraged here, but it is legal and (obviously) still exists.  The Christian churches do their best to urge their members to have only one partner, but people get around that by marrying as they choose first, and then joining the church.

After a brief visit with his dad, we proceeded further up the mountain to his mom's place.  She loves living nearly on top of the mountains, and prefers it to living on the lower property with her husband and co-wives.  On our way there, we stopped at a spot where the family is developing a cultural-tourism campground.  The location is spectacular, on a plateau overlooking the Great Rift Valley.  We could see for miles, to the escarpment on the other side.  Our friend pointed out a giraffe down below, and we heard baboons calling not far away.  When tourists visit, they will be treated to authentic Maasai songs and dancing, provided by the local villagers.                

The next stop we made was at a sacred tree.  Some people here still practice traditional religion, rather than Christianity or Islam.  Our friend told us that the belief developed that God is at the location of an old, twisted tree.  People come there tree to pray and leave offerings of rocks, which are placed on the branches and stacked next to the base of the tree.

Finally, we went to the family boma.  "Boma" means enclosure, or corral, and they are created by stacking thorny branches (which can be found in abundance here) around the property 6 or so feet high.  At night, the cows and goats are herded inside and into an inner corral to keep them safe from predators.  The family's living quarters are within the enclosure as well.  We pulled in, and first met our friend's older brother and his uncle.  His brother went to high school, and then was inspired to become a pastor.  Our friend is the only one in his family who went to college.

We found his mother, a woman of about 40, preparing food in front of one of the traditional Maasai huts in the boma.  These are circular buildings with walls built up of dung and mud between supporting branches, and with thatched roofs.  She doesn't speak English, but she was happy to see us, and we exchanged some words in Swahili.  As we were leaving, our friend showed us his mother's "modern" house, built for her by her husband.   It's rectangular, made of wooden planks, and has windows and a metal roof.  A peek inside showed us a dirt floor, 3 rooms, and an electric bulb hanging from the ceiling.  I exclaimed about that, and our friend told us that it is solar powered, and that he wired the lighting for his mother himself.  She must be very proud of him.    

  

Friday, June 13, 2014

Saying Goodbye - Part II


Our headmistress and the other teachers have known for some time that we will be leaving, but we tried to keep the students unaware for a long as possible, in order not to distract them.  After their end of term exams, though, we met with our classes and explained that we are leaving, and when.  There was sadness, and a few tears, and the question, "Will you ever return?"  I had to say that I don't know.

One the last day before the students left for their month-long break, there was a school-wide assembly.  The headmistress calls these a couple of times a term to discuss various topics with the whole school.  This time, the final topic on the agenda was our departure..  She spoke about the rainwater harvesting projects we had completed at the school, and then the head of the math department spoke about our teaching, the math club we sponsor, the fact that we always show up for class on time, and that we don't beat students.   (These last two behaviors set us apart from the other teachers!)  We replied by telling the students that we'd been here 2 years, that we loved Tanzania and loved teaching them and that we'd enjoyed math club, but that we miss our families and it was time to go home.  We said, from our hearts, that we will always remember them.

Then, it was time for gifts.  Our headmistress presented Mark with a hand-beaded shirt and a wall-hanging.  He put on the shirt and executed a few dance steps to show it off---the students were thrilled and screamed with laughter!  She gave me a hand-beaded skirt and top, and a hand-beaded banner that reads,

Carol & Wilson

This is to appreciate for all

which you did to our school

Be Blessed

The hand-beading on all of these must have taken weeks to complete.  These are such valuable gifts, and the sentiment so touching, that I was in tears.

 

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The Monday after the students let for their holiday, we arranged for sodas to be served to the school staff and teachers, and told them that this was a thank-you in gratitude for how warmly welcoming they have been to us.  And, it's true, they are a very friendly bunch, and have included us in their activities and celebrations.  Everyone enjoyed the sodas (which are a treat and a mark of hospitality), especially because they usually appear in the staff room only when someone is sweetening a request for contributions to their wedding.

The next day was the school's farewell party for us with the teachers and staff.  A feast was prepared with beef, chicken, stewed bananas, potatoes, two types of rice and fruit.  After we all ate, Mark and I were directed to sit at a decorated table set up in the front of the staff room.  Our headmistress rose and made a short speech of appreciation, talking about how she had prayed for us to be assigned to her school after the Peace Corps had discussed the possibility with her in 2012.  Then, teachers representing the academic office, the math department, the English department, and the social committee spoke, as well as teachers with whom we had worked on particular projects.  They praised our helpfulness, willingness to be involved with the school community, punctuality (!), and "cooperation" -- a catch-all term they use here for what I consider behaving professionally and responsibly.  It made me a little uncomfortable to be praised for those things, as I consider they were just part of doing our jobs, but the teachers appreciated them.
Then came more gifts -- two shirts for Mark, a dress and a purse for me, and, most surprising of all, gifts for our family back home.  The good-will and generosity of our school community has been overwhelming and makes me -- almost! -- sorry to leave.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Saying Goodbye - Part I


We'll be finishing our Peace Corps service soon and going home, and we have started the extended process of saying goodbye to the people we've known here.  We've learned over these past 2 years that Tanzanians have rituals for dealing with life events, and saying goodbye is one of them.  Americans might say a few words of thanks and leave it at that, but here the process follows a more formal pattern.

Our first goodbye event came about because our headmistress told the president of the school's governing board, whom we have met a few times, that we are leaving.  He then invited her, and us, to dinner at his house.  Besides being president of the board, this man is the Member of Parliament for our district, and has been active in politics for a long time ... a "Big Potato" indeed.

I envisioned a simple, small, dinner party.  Silly me.  We went to the dinner accompanied by our headmistress and 5 of the teachers who make up the "management team" of our school.  When we arrived, we took off our shoes on the porch, as is the custom.  Then we were shown into a large, modern living room, with photos of various prominent people on the walls, interspersed with Maasai ceremonial sticks and shields.  Our dignified host and about a dozen other people were sitting on sofas and chairs circling the room.  We were greeted and we sat as well.  Everyone introduced themselves--there were an assortment of notables, the district education commissioner, political appointees, and political party members.  Over beverages, our host politely asked our opinions on education in Tanzania and conversed with us about global politics.  He mentioned that he had seen an ad on TV, paid for by "Friends of Hillary Clinton", and asked if we thought she would run for president.  He told us that he himself had had Peace Corps teachers when he was in school.   Then various guests, one by one, were invited to say nice things about us, and we responded in kind.

Dinner, served buffet-style, was well-prepared traditional food:  rice, chicken, beef in a sauce, potatoes and bananas.  Afterwards, as a closing gesture, a couple of party members brought out and distributed polo shirts bearing the words "Friends of (our host)" to us and the other teachers.  Of course, Mark and I can't wear them here, as PCVs must stay away from politics, but what a souvenir!         

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

A Culture in the Midst of Change


Tanzania has many tribes (72 is the number I have heard, but there may be more).  The most well-known of these by the outside world is the Maasai.  Traditionally, Maasai have been nomadic cattle herders, but that has been changing in recent decades.  Pressures from government and the rest of society have pushed more and more of them to settle down, farm, and even move to cities.  Yet, they value their culture and are proud of it, and some continue to set themselves apart from the increasingly westernized rest of the country through their clothing, language, and occupations.

Most of the students and some of the teachers at our school are Maasai.  Last week we attended the wedding of two Maasai teachers that highlighted the different ways that people have reacted to societal pressures to conform.

Both of the teachers are bright, well-educated, and fluent in at least three languages:  English, Swahili, and Maa, the language of the Maasai.  They wear western-style clothing and are technology-savvy.  The wedding ceremony was in a Lutheran church, and was as conventional as any we have attended.  We noticed that the wedding guests were variously attired in a range of clothing from very western, such as would pass unnoticed in an American church, to the colorful long dresses commonly worn by women in small-town Tanzania, to total Maasai tribal garb with shukas (robes) and layers of beads.  At the reception, it became evident that most of the people in westernized dress belonged to the groom's family and the tribally dressed people belonged to the bride's.  Mid-way during the festivities, the fathers of the bride and groom made short speeches.  The groom's father wore a tweed sports jacket, dress shirt, tie, and trousers, and spoke in Swahili.  The bride's father wore shukas and beads, and spoke in Maa.

Diverse gifts were presented to the couple.  They included a 26" flat-screen computer monitor, from the other teachers, and 10 goats and a cow, from the bride's immediate family.  This last was a very impressive gift:  the average cost of a cow is about 2 months of a teacher's salary.

The future of the newly-wedded couple looks bright in terms of economic and educational success.  They have good, secure jobs in the government school system.  Their children will be educated at least as well as they themselves are. Will the children grow up knowing the Maasai traditions?  Will they speak Maa?  Will they maintain a feeling of belonging to a unique culture?  Will the couple keep the cow and goats, or sell them and buy modern conveniences?  Only time will tell.    

 

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Rainwater Harvesting



Our school is in a dry area of this country, and it regularly runs out of water due to continuing drought conditions.  The school serves almost 800 students, including 470 boarding students, plus teachers and staff, and it needs a continuous supply of water to maintain a clean and healthy learning environment.  The drought poses many problems at the school, including threatening the health and welfare of its students, and impeding their education through imposing a financial burden on the school.  When the school has no water, cooking, cleaning, and bathing is a challenge.  The students often must spend their time and money making unsupervised treks off the school compound to fill their buckets with water purchased from other sources.  Unsupervised expeditions by students away from school are normally carefully monitored by teachers, except for this mass exit of students away from school in search of water.  These off-campus trips put the students at risk of making contacts that lead to HIV infection, pregnancy, and other undesirable outcomes.                                                                                                                                                                         


At the request of our headmistress, we formed a committee which decided to build two rainwater harvesting systems.  We located one system near the school's kitchen (it takes a lot of water to cook beans and rice) and the other adjacent to the girls' dormitories.  We applied for and received U.S. government grants to partially finance the project and the school raised matching funds.   Construction started immediately after the funds were received, to take advantage of the rapidly approaching rainy season. 
The systems consist of gutters installed on dormitory and classroom buildings, which direct rainwater via pipes into four 5000 liter water tanks.  The tanks are elevated on sturdy cement-block stands, and connected to a spigot for access.  One of the tanks is piped directly to the kitchen and the other three are available for student use.  We found that a rainfall of between 1 and 2 centimeters on the roofs will fill the tanks to the top, and supply the school with 20,000 liters of clean water.  The system is low-maintenance, and virtually costless.  The students now have free, safe access to clean water on campus.       

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Few Words About Albinos


Early in our time here, I would occasionally spot someone from a distance in our small town and think, "Oh, there's another white person!"  Only when I got a closer look would I realize that the person was an Albino.  Albinism is a congenital disorder that results in very little pigment in the skin, hair, and eyes.  It shows up rarely in this population, but it is very noticeable.  Albinos have pinkish skin and in that regard resemble a blond Caucasian, but have Black African facial features and hair texture.

Albinos have it tough in this country in several ways.  They have to be very careful to protect themselves from the sun.  We are only 3 degrees from the equator, and our town is a mile high, so the sun's rays are intense.  Albinos must wear long sleeves, hats or scarves, and often sunglasses, even indoors.  The other danger for them lies in superstition and ignorance.  In some remote areas of the country, they have been subject to witchcraft-related murder and maiming.  Their body parts are believed by some to have magical properties.     

The more educated people of the country do not believe this, however, and in places where the legal system is functioning well, such crimes are prosecuted and punished.  We have a new teacher at our school who is an Albino, and I am happy to observe that the other teachers do not discriminate against him, but treat him like any other Tanzanian.