Maasai village

Between safaris in the Serengeti and Ngorongoro Crater, we stopped at a Maasai village. We visited a school and the children were really impressive - nursery class counted to 40 (made me realise how little I had taught my class!)

Thoughts, reflections and things left unsaid

I've only been back a few hours but it already feels like my time in Tanzania could have been a dream. I think the most significant lesson I learned is that maybe the most important thing in life is your attitude. It was easy to be narrow minded and not think about the struggles of people around me: to feel frustrated at hustlers trying to sell their wares instead of respect at the persistence with which they try to eke out their minimal existence. On days I allowed myself to feel irritated, everything seemed to build up becoming more and more frustrating and alien. On days I thought more about the position of people around me, I felt humbled and extremely lucky. My trip was a truly amazing experience and one that I was only able to indulge in because of my extremely privileged background.

One of the things I will remember and admire the most about Tanzanians is their kindness and generosity. Travelling by myself in a strange country was perhaps the most daunting thing I’ve ever done, but I met such astonishingly good people my journey was much easier. Everywhere I went along the way I was invited into the homes and lives of people who had to nothing to gain from their kindness. People offered to help me find hotels, meet me in air and ferry ports, take me around town and even to stay in their house when they weren’t there!

I’ve read sooooo many books and studies on Africa, but nothing compares to actually seeing the everyday struggles of people. Being in a village that is only connected to minimal health care facilities through dodgy dirt roads and seeing the huge obstacles people face every day just to get to work things make much more sense. If nothing else, I come away from my stay in Tanzania with the overwhelming sense that infrastructure (roads, buildings, access to clean water) must be improved first and foremost. Children can’t go to school if they have diarreah from unsafe drinking water, the school is too far away for them to travel, or the roads are so dangerous they cause an accident that kills them on the way. Women would have more time to study if they spent less time fetching unsafe water; the more educated a woman is the less likely she is to catch HIV. I keep hearing that throwing money at the problem won’t help, which is true to a certain extent: throwing money at corrupt officials won’t help at all. But cutting off funding when so much needs to be done is not the solution either: development aid needs to be effectively spent so that people have a fighting chance of improving their lives. I’m not sure if my students learned anything during my weeks with them, but they (and everyone else I met) definitely taught me!

scooting round Stonetown

The past three days have been a blur - literally. I've had so much sand and grit in my eyes from zooming around Zanzibar on the back of a scooter that most of the time I haven't been able to see a thing. The first two days I really enjoyed it, but today, 1/2 way into the journey to Nungwi beach at the very tip of Zanzibar, I felt so sore I would have gladly given up the convenience of scooting for the "comfort" of a dalla-dalla. On the way back, I would gladly have paid big bucks for the dalla-dalla comfort, only the fear of offending my host that kept me glued to my rock-hard seat (for those of you that think I'm exaggerating - I have bruises!).

Despite my discomfort, Zanzibar really is paradise. I thought all beaches were pretty much the same, but today I was astonished. The sand was white, the water warm and turquoise, and the waves broke so gently next to the shore it was impossible not to dive in. I've never understood why people are so obsessed with going to the beach, but after Nungwi, I get it. I toured a spice farm early in the day, afterwards we 'sampled' some of the most heavenly fruits I've ever eaten. Starfruit, mangoes, tangerines and many more which I don't remember the names of, but after all the rice and beans I've eaten over the weeks, it seemed a world apart.

I keep seeing signs for WHO, ActionAid, Save the Children, et al's Zanzibar office and thinking what a blessed existence the staff must have to get posted here. It's hard to remember with the seeming abundance that poverty is much more rife than you'd at first believe. One rather sordid measure of this is the plentiful sight of middle aged muzungos cavorting with teenage prostitutes in just about any bar you go to in town.

Nungwi beach

All the way at the top of Zanzibar, Nungwi beach was gorgeous and well worth the harrowing journey.

Mtoni Palace Ruins

This is where the Sultan Said lived briefly. He kept his favourite of the 99 concubines (slaves) here to be used at his pleasure. The ones that fell out of favour would be returned to the auction block and replaced quickly.

Stonetown coast

ICC Arusha

Monday morning I sat in on the one of the courts for International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda and heard a woman talk about the genocide. She testified that one of her family members had convinced a group of Tutsi's to come out after a week of hiding because peace had been restored. When she and the others came out and registered the men were immediately killed by machete's and clubs. The ones that had any money paid soldiers to shoot them so they would die by gunshot instead. The women and children were rounded up and handed over to armed soldiers who gang raped the women repeatedly. It was heartbreaking to hear her testimony, especially as it was continually interrupted by objections from the defense. The prosecuter asked for a closed courtroom because she was going to name people who would know her identity and it could be dangerous for her as they were out of prison. After strenuous objections from the defense it was eventually granted by the judges and I had to leave.

This morning I went back for a couple of hours before my flight left Arusha. I met Lincoln, a reseacher from NY, who saw the initial cross-examination yesterday after I had left. He told me the defense had really been badgering the witness, especially about inconsistencies in the French and English statements she signed. The witness spoke Kinyarwandan, and couldn't read or write: how she was expected to spot inconsistencies in two languages she didn't speak when she is illiterate is beyond me. Today the defense continued to berate the witness, calling her a liar and at times yelling at her. I know it's their job, but it was very frustrating to watch the defense attorney's treatment of the witness. I felt that most of the questions the lawyers asked the witness were designed to be misleading. My overall impression of watching (admittedly very little of) the trial, was that justice really fails the poor and uneducated.

the Serengeti

When I started planning my time in Tanzania, it never occured to me to go on safari. My goal was to help the children and learn as much as possible about poverty, HIV and just life in general in a developing country. After much encouragement from my mum, and a mass decision from the volunteer group, I left on Thursday morning for the Serengeti. It was a wonderful experience and something I will never forget. We spent two days in the Serengeti and a day at Ngorongoro Crater. The animals were beautiful and it was so nice to see them in the wild. I don't think I will be able to go to the zoo after seeing a lioness play with her cubs a few feet away and a herd of giraffe happily eating together on the Serengeti plain. The safari was an extremely different reality than what I had experienced for a month in Mwanza. Instead of being the only cluster of Muzungos in town, the only Tanzanians we saw were 'servants'. After being used to beans and rice (or ugali) for weeks on end, the buffet table had every Western food you could imagine. Instead of walking or catching dalladallas everywhere we had our own driver. It was quite surreal to for us (the volunteers) to be able to enjoy ourselves to such an extreme extent after witnessing the every day struggles of most people here. It was a fabulous experience, but one that I am extremely glad I had after seeing what Tanzania is really like.

The Serengeti wildebeest migration

Duma (Cheetah and Cub)
Our guide in the Serengeti told us he had been doing safari's since 1978 and never seen a Cheetah in a tree before!

Twiga
The Giraffe was one of my favourite animals.

Simba
This lion was rather shy and hid from us as soon as we approached, the lioness was inches from us and didn't move when we approached!

Goodbye Mwanza

Sadly, after a month at the orphanage, most of the other volunteers and I were concerned about the accounting and felt that the director was not being entirely straight with us. Although it must be emphasized we have no proof of any wrong doing, the prices Fred quoted us for things seemed to be extremely high. Whether the reason for this was because he assumed we had loads of money and wasn't bargaining or something more sinister, I didn't feel comfortable handing over cash to Hisani. I decided it was best to give things, not money, to Hisani. The children loved the toys and colouring supplies I brought with me. Unfortunately, the dresses I had made for the girls weren`t ready on my last day, so Rachel has promised to pick up the dresses next week and take photos so I can post them on here. Over the past few weeks I have talked to Joseph at length and seen how transparent his accounting and fundraising is and that his participation in the community is truly making a difference to so many lives. I decided that the leftover money I had fundraised would go much farther at Fonelisco and gave him US$100 for his orphans.

Although there were times I felt I was loosing an uphill battle, I learned so much at Hisani and I will always treasure my time there. The memories of the children's love, hope and resilience in the face of such overwhelming hardship will continue to inspire me. I loved teaching and playing with them, and saying goodbye on Wednesday night was one of the hardest things I`ve ever done. To be completely honest, I only lasted an hour at the goodbye dinner because I was too upset to stay any longer.

Biala and Matungwa at the goodbye feast
Our last night in Buswelu - Biala clearly had enough to eat!

Streetkids

I wandered through the market trying to block out the noise of all the onlookers screaming at me. I was in no mood to try and fend off the enterpreneurs, taxi drivers or beggars all trying to catch my attention in hopes of making their evening meal. I repeated hapana, hapana, hapana (no) as I walked with my eyes down trying to keep the attention I was getting to an absolute minimum. I was so in my own world that I almost snapped hapana at a little boy who came up to me asking for something to eat. I bit my tongue just in time and did a double take. The reason I came to Tanzania was to try and help children like him, and yet I almost dismissed him out of hand. He had sulked back into the shadows, expecting me, like everyone else, not to help him.

I told him to njoo hapa (come here) and three more little boys came out of the shadows and started following me. I took them to the pizzeria place down the street and after washing we all sat down for dinner. Nickolas, Jameson, Ngusha and Samwel (10-12) were soon joined by Brian (9) and were all very sweet and told me they wanted to come home with me. I explained that I couldn't adopt them (legally, the government of Tanzania won't let people adopt unless they have been a resident here for 2 years - so all of you back home can breath a sigh of relief!) but that they could go to an orphanage if they wanted a place to stay. They all told me they wanted to go, so I called Joseph who said he would be happy to take them in. I gave them all Fonelisco's address (it is close to the city centre) and they promised me they would go - I just hope they do.

Spending an hour with the boys made me feel so much better. It made me realise that even though being asked for money all the time is really frustrating, and feeling like I am constantly being ripped off is a bit frustrating, I am so lucky. I can't imagine the resilience of being nine years old and trying to scrape together my next meal every day and a place that's safe to sleep each night.