Its been an incredible 105 days (almost 106) in Tanzania. Its unreal that I'm leaving to go back to the U.S. tomorrow. So much has happened and I'v had so many incredible experiences and memories. Time has FLOWN by and every-time i look back through my journal or blog posts Im surprised that time has gone by this fast and the amount of crazy things we got to do. I literally still remember getting off the plane like it was last week. Everything from totally immersing ourselves into the culture, seeing wild animals traipse through our campsite, being stuffed into dola dolas that are already filled to the brim, to drinking blood and everything in between I'v had the time of my life. I know thats a cheesy thing to say but now as I'm facing going home its all that really comes to mind. I've learend more this semester than I ever have before and that's because, without grades, we were forced to really delve into what we thought about issues or things going on here, rather than just write a paper on what other people say. Im super excited to get home and see family and friends and of course cuddle with Mod and eat cereal but at the same time i DON'T want to leave. I'v cried already and i know the waterworks are coming tomorrow. Even listening to Tanzanian music and having so many memories of dancing to it with friends pop up, is making it really hard to say goodbye to Tanzania. There were definitely some rough parts of this trip but even those I'm glad I had. The biggest struggle I had here was the constant divide between Tanzanians and us because of our skin color. By the end we had meshed into the culture so well that I feel comfortable doing anything or going anywhere. I don't feel like the freshman on the first week of class with wide eyes and constantly nervous about fitting it. But even things like being a Mzungu which was really hard for me I think helped me really grow and realize the differences of power between people based on superficial things and how even skin color can automatically determine that. Even in Mazumbai where it didnt' bother me as much I was just so different from them that they were either really excited or really scared of me ( some of the kids actually were terrified of me). I was a celebrity for doing absolutely nothing and I hated it.
I'm not going to lie, I'm a little scared in going back home. Everything there is now so knew and everything is going to be overwhelming. Even being able to understand EVERYTHING that people are saying is going to be so much constant information that we can take in. The vast amount of choices I'll have of food, clothes, places to go, and other things like that is going to be overwhelming. It's a hard thing to explain but trying to give this trip justice is impossible. I can't even put it into words myself. I'v adopted so much of this culture and find myself doing things subconsciously now that going back is going to be the exception not the norm. I remember leaving for Tanzania and being a little scared and nervous because I had no idea what to expect and now going home although not as strong I have some of those same feelings.
I don't want to go home but at the same time can't wait. I have such strong conflicting emotions that its hard to know what to feel. Saying goodbye has been hard and will only get harder when I have to say goodbye to the final groups of friends, Baba Jack and the Country but at the end of the day I'm lucky to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Mambo Tanzania!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
A compilation of things that have become normal
40 normal daily things that are weird or crazy in the U.S.
1. Bed bugs
2. Two lane roads that are actually 5
3. Safari cars in ditches
4. Giraffes on the side of the highway
5. Running from gunshots
6. Not being able to drink from the tap
7. Constant noise “if you can’t get to sleep your not tired
enough”
8 Dola Dolas “you can always fit 2 more”
9. $1.50 beers that are twice the size
10. Hard alcohol that comes in plastic packages.
11. Huge human
drawn carts full of chickens
12. People pushing lawn mowers down the middle of the road
13. Goats and other animals in public transportation
14. Cold showers
15. Killing your food
16. Food that runs out of the restaurant. That’s how they
know when to close
17. If a duka or restaurant doesn't have change you either don't get it or they tell you to come back later.
18. Warm beer
19. Lions and hyenas in campsites
20. Staring is ok.
21. Marriage proposals everyday (some by married men)
22. Bumpy ass roads
23. Cars breaking down and the owners fixing them on the
side of the road (if it’s a dola dola you wait until its fixed)
24. Sightings of albinos (almost everyday)
25. Daily power outages ( I was on a treadmill and almost
fell overtop of it when the power suddenly went out)
26. lack of electricity and if you don’t have it steal it
from your neighbor by throwing a wire onto the other wire
27. People calling me “mzungu” aka white person
28. Women who are most of the time bigger than men
29. seeing dead dogs almost daily off the sides of the roads
or sidewalks
30. half built buildings everywhere.
31. Lack of traffic laws in general
32. Government corruption
33. bargaining for everything (fruit, clothes, bus tickets,
jewelry, anything at any sort of market, cab rides).
34. no waste management. Trash is piled in a corner and
burned and there is no recycling
35. You can’t pet dogs :(
36. if it rains everything’s at a standstill
37. No laundry machines in the entire country
38. Banks only give 10,000 bills. They don’t give you small
change no matter how hard you beg.
39. Meals cost $1.50.
40. If you have
writing on your shirt people passing you read it aloud to you
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Music is playing, decorations are up, cheer is in the air, it must be mango season!
Today I went to the sokoni and bought two HUGE mangos for about a dollar. They were the biggest mangos I have ever seen in my life and weighed about a pound and a half each. I cut into the first one and it was so juicy it was dripping everywhere and puddled on the table. My mouth was watering as I cut it up but the first bite was full of the best tasting mango I have ever tasted in my entire life. I know thats a big statement to make but its true. Biggest, juiciest, sweetest, most fulfilling mango ever. Best tasting mango I have ever tasted and it only cost me 50 cents. Fall and summer are no longer my favorite seasons but replaced by mango season.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
A few pictures from the last 3 weeks
Sunday, November 25, 2012
I walk 10 miles to work everyday
Language is a funny thing. It can bring people together,
separate them, alienate people or make them feel welcomed and at home. When
people know English here and aren’t just asking me for money it makes me feel
an instant connection with them. It’s the same thing when I speak Kiswahili.
Peoples faces light up and they instantly have more respect for me and are
super excited. There are also times that because I don’t know kisambaa and not
a lot of Kiswahili I feel totally alienated and made to feel stupid and sort of
unwelcomed. This happens mostly in interviews but when anybody laughs during an
interview or even greetings I always get the feeling its about me but have no
way of knowing. I’m kept in the dark about so many things because I don’t know
the language. Language shapes cultures and can define who a person is based on
how they use it. Based on tone and the words I do know in kiswahli I can tell
what guys im interviewing (or are around during interviews) are assholes and
whose not.
Not
totally related to language but on the same sort of topic in coming here I knew
I would be strange to the people here and their culture would be strange to me
but even after 3 months I still feel so alienated and celebrity like—maybe even
more than before. I thought I would get used to the culture and they would get
used to me and we would sort of mesh but that hasn’t happened. Even into the
second week all the kids stare at me chanting and cheering “mzungu! Mzungu!
Mzungu!”. Because of how much aid and projects white people fund I feel like
Mzungus to them mean money and when they see me that’s all they think. It gets
so hard and tiring to be a celebrity here not for my accomplishments but
because of my skin color, the money my skin represents and the fact that they
hardly ever see white people up here (although it bothers me way more in Arusha
where they see white people everyday). I guess its just really hitting me that
no matter what I do or say I will always be different and strange to them. I
will never be able to mesh with their culture because the color of my skin instantly separates me. It’s a hard
thing to come to grips with and accept. Im so tried of ALWAYS being the
different one.
Oh also I measured it I power walk 4.6 miles to and from
Mazumbai and then walk probably an extra mile around Mgwashi everyday for
work.
Friday, November 23, 2012
A Tanzanian Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving this year was a little different than my usual
thanksgiving but nonetheless it was one of the best I’ve ever had. So many of
my friends here have way different thanksgiving traditions so it was awesome to
come together and work out a thanksgiving that we could realistically do in
Tanzania. The day started out with a regular day of work but around 3 we broke
out the wine and headed toward the kitchen to start peeling the buckets of
potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Earlier that
week we had requested two chickens but because we hadn’t seen or heard them all
week we assumed they were dead. We had put the potatoes on the stove and we
were ready to deal with the chicken and when we asked for them Richard one of
the cooks took me back and there were two chickens… alive as ever. I hate birds
and I think their disgusting but as our forester was cutting the head off the
first one I tried to comfort the chicken I was holding and shield its eyes from
its fate. A forester killed the first chicken because none of us knew how but
the vegan of the group killed the second chicken. This was Gregs first chicken
kill ever and right after the head had been cut the beak started moving and the
body convulsing as it squawked and
actually made sound. It was the craziest most disturbing thing I’ve ever
seen to see the head detached from the body yet still squawking and making
sounds.
After watching the boys stick fight instead of watching
football the rest of the day was spent by me and my friends Maggie and Will
making dinner. We made mashed potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes, Mchicha
(African spinach with grated carrots and garlic), sautéed veggies, fruit salad,
stuffing, and a doughnut thing filled with jelly for dessert. For the chicken I
lathered it in Blue band (a palm oil based margarine), added some seasonings
stuffed it with veggies and potatoes and put wine all over it. Not to brag or
anything but the chicken was so moist and the best chicken I’ve ever eaten. The
meal was one of the best and it was even better because we shared it with the
cooks and our favorite forester/ healer. Two crates of beer and a lot of wine
were bought and shared and we spent the night eating, drinking, talking Swahili
and celebrating everything we were thankful for. We started the meal off with
what we were thankful for and many cheers and bottle clanking followed. We
didin’t know what the word for thankful for so we said “mimi ni ashe kwa” I am
thankyou for, and everybody joined in, in this tradition. It was so cool to
share this holiday with Tanzanians and come together to fix a meal that
although not your traditional thanksgiving meal was pretty darn close. Killing
chickens, cooking up a storm and having so many different people with different
traditions come together turned into a thanksgiving I will never forget.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Where bananas cost nothing
ISP has been pretty darn good. The bus trip up here
was pretty uneventful except for the fact that me and Maggie were handed a baby
during one of the little rest stops when the mom had to go to the bathroom or
something like that. Maggie who was on the outside looked up at the mom smiled
and then the mom smiled back and just handed Maggie her baby and left for about
10 minutes. The handing off of babies isn’t anything new to the bus system but
it was awesome that she trusted some Mzungu rather than another mama with her
baby. Usually when mammas get on and they don’t have a seat they hand their
babies off to other random women who will hold them for sometimes hours. Once
off the bus we all piled into a pickup truck with all of our stuff. There were
three people crammed into the front and then 7 of us in the back with all of
our crap. We cracked open some beers and enjoyed the ride and when it started
to pour we just embraced it and had a blast.
In working with
the farmers I have gotten some really good interviews and soil samples. It’s a
pretty bad situation for these farmers because they don’t have much land,
fertilizers, pesticides, fungicides and seeds are extremely expensive,
especially in the last 3 years, and there are lots of problems with erosion and
prices at the market are never what they would like them to be. A
lonnngg time ago they used to practice this type of farming called shifting
cultivation in which they would clear part of the forest farm on it for a
season then switch to another plot so the forest could regenerate. In this way
there was enough nutrients and a lack of erosion so they didn’t run into any of
these problems. Then around the late 19th century the Germans came
and started to fuck everything up. They introduced tea and coffee but on
plantations and as the population got bigger and they were faced with famine
they started gathering in bigger settlements with permanent farms close and far
away. They then started farming there but had to start using nutrient
supplements in the form of cow poop (they still use that now because they can’t
afford fertilizers). Another factor to is when farm owners pass their farms
down to their kids they split the land evenly between the sons so generation
after generation the land they have gets smaller and smaller so they have to
farm ever season and as intensely as possible to get enough harvest. Its pretty
much a vicious cycle of not having enough money to keep their crop voluptuous
and healthy so then they can’t sell it for as much then they don’t has as much
money to put back into their crop.
Other than ISP stuff Mazumbia is like a vacation. Even
everyday after work we lie out on the “beach” (the porch and lawn) and read
books, do stuff with our data, play Frisbee and can even go on runs and then
after dinner we always watch movies ( I have yet to stay awake through one).
This weekend we walked to Mgwashi for market day and even though it was sunny
when we left it started about 30 minutes in it started DOWNPOURING for the rest
of the 1.5 hours. Just walking in the rain and being totally fine with it was
so much fun and as we passed all the women heading to the market they were all
smiling and laughing at us and with us. The market was filled with people from
all the surrounding villages selling their crops for dirt cheap. I got 4 small
bananas for 100 shillings whereas in arusha I would pay about 1000 for 8. On
Sunday I went to the “dinosaur” which is this huge tree with huge buttresses
with a few friends. After climbing around on the buttresses we found a vine
that was kind of like a swing and played on it for hours. This little area of
forest was our playground and I felt like a little kid exploring a new jungle
gym (literally and figuratively). Every night this weekend we have played poker
and I have a new found talent. I have never been a good liar but deal me out a
hand in texas holdem and I can lie my way to victory.
Its really crazy to think that in less than three weeks I will be home. So much has happened this semester and I haven’t really had time to reflect on any of it. This whole semester had been a whirlwind of new experiences and new friends and in only a few weeks time it will all be over and I will have to say goodbye to so many cool Tanzanians, Baba jack and a lot of really good friends I’ve made here. Its so bittersweet to be at the end because although in lots of ways im ready to be home in other ways I don’t ever want to leave here. The foods getting old, a few people im really annoyed with and if anybody calls me Mzungu again (except for the kids in Mazumbai, Sagara, and Mgwashi) I might punch somebody. (on a side note in Arusha every time somebody calls me Mzungu ) it takes everything I have not to flip them off. I’ve resorted to death stares, for those of you who know it its also known as the “dragon face”.) But things like how are classes are structured, the new cultures and experiences we constantly have, the majority of people and all of the wildlife, geology and ecology that is around here I will miss like crazy.
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