Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Season's greeting from Zanzibar, Tanzania!
Jen and I have arrived safely in Zanzibar after spending a few days touring Dar es Salaam! We've explored most of Stone Town and have found it to be quite the exciting place! We're travelling to the east side of the island tomorrow, to a little place called Bwejuu, with plans of spending Christmas morning on a beach!
I'll be sure to write up a more detailed account of our adventures here once we return to Iringa after the new year!
I wish everyone a very blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Village Times Vol. 1

Giving birth in Usolonga

Over the past month I’ve been able to attend four different births in the village. Before going into any specific details, I need to first provide a little background concerning the birthing process in Usolonga!
For starters, there is no shortage of expectant mothers! There are currently over 80 women –that we know of, that are due to give birth in the next five months, there are some who choose not to come to the clinic for a check-up and give birth at home. The 4000 shillings (about $3.50 cad.) that it cost to give birth in the clinic provides you a bed (just a bare plastic covered mattress) a midwife and a few medical supplies (rusting scissors to cut the cord, an IV if needed, and pain killers –when they’re not out of stock!). The expectant mother makes her way on foot to the clinic once labor has started, a journey that is anywhere from fifteen minutes to two hours depending on how far they live. Family members usually accompany her (rarely will the husband or boyfriend come) carrying a bucket of water (yes, they need to provide their own water, which is usually dirty river water!) an empty bucket (to put all the waste) and a bunch of kangas (to use as sheets, to wrap the baby in and to wash up the mattress!) If the labor happens to be at night then a kerosene lantern is lit in order to see, that is, if it’s not out of kerosene! Last week two solar panels were installed (as part of the solar panel project that EI is currently fundraising for!) so now there is one light bulb in the birthing room, which, as you can imagine, has come in VERY handy! (The first two births I attended were done by kerosene lamp . . .lets just say I’ll never complain about the health care facilities back home!)

Just to clarify . . .it’s not part of my job description to attend any births (although I’m put to use when I do!) it is only out of a personal interest in midwifery that I chose to take part! So be rest assured if you’re interested in coming as an intern you won’t be forced to attend any labors!

In just the four labors I’ve attended so far I’ve seen and experienced quite a ride range of variety. The first two were pretty straight forward and actually made the whole process seem like a piece of cake! Both mothers were in and out of the birthing room within 30 minutes! One of the babies came out so fast I almost missed it! Unfortunately the third one wasn’t so easy and had a very sad ending. The mother gave birth to twin boys, one of them came out relatively easy while the other one tried coming out hand first. By the time the second one came out, he had already died. I had been holding the first twin, weighing 1.5 kilos, in my arms for three hours when the family finally consented that he needed medical attention and agreed to be driven to Iringa. The little guy didn’t make the two-hour journey, and died when they were half way to town. I’d like to think that this was an isolated event that only happens every now and again, but this being a rural village in Africa, it is unfortunately a fairly common occurrence. The fourth birth was a bit touch-and-go for a while –the cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck- but fortunately Stella (nurse and midwife) was able to cut it in time! This labor was slightly more ‘hands on’ for me and made my stomach turn a bit as I witnessed the mother being sewn up from tearing! (yuck)

So there you have it, giving birth in the village! One thing that I always have to remember before attending a birth is that God is in control and already knows what is going to happen!

Experiencing Clinic Day

On the first and last Wednesday of each month, the MCH (mother-child-health) centre in Usolonga hosts “clinic day”, where children under the age of five are brought in to be weighed and have their health cards updated. Vaccinations are given to those who require them, and children who are severely underweight are referred to the doctor. It so happened that our second day in the village fell on clinic day. Jen and I weren’t too sure what we were going to do, but we’re told that it would be a good idea to show up and help out where needed –thankfully we were also told to expect mad chaos.
If I only had the words to accurately describe the way I felt that Wednesday morning! We had been told that clinic started at 8:30am, so being the keeners that we are we showed up at 8:15 –only to find that the ‘waiting room’ (which is basically an outdoor courtyard) had already began to fill with mothers and their children. I was very surprised to see so many mothers “on time”, but in true Tanzanian fashion, things didn’t get rolling until almost 10:00am! Seeing as this was our first big event in the village, it would be an understatement to say that we were noticed! From the moment we walked into the courtyard curious mothers and small children instantly surrounded us. Some of the children started crying when they saw us, for a majority of them we were the first white people they had ever come in contact with! (I kept telling myself that this was why they were frightened, that it wasn’t per se us they were scared of….) Most of the mothers found humor in this and proceeded to force their screaming child in our direction to see what their reaction would be! While we waited for the health representatives to arrive and get things started, we tried our best to communicate with the waiting mothers; there were approximately 200 in all! We weren’t able to say much, besides our names, where we were from and what we were doing there. Most women were very welcoming and understanding of our limited Swahili. Just before 10:00am, the health reps showed up but didn’t think it necessary to start right away, nor to introduce themselves –finally, after twenty minutes of waiting I entered the ‘weighing’ room and attempted to introduce myself…luckily Stella, the nurse came to my rescue and facilitated proper introductions. When asked what time things would get underway, we were informed that they were just waiting for us to start teaching! After clearing up the miscommunication and explaining to them that we were only there to help out, they finally got things started! For the next three hours we assisted in the weighing, recording and charting of nearly 200 children! Needless to say, by the end of ‘clinic’ day we had had our fill of cute African babies!

Village life

We’ve officially moved into our home in the village! There is still a lot of work that needs to be done, but it is now livable! This is a picture taken from our 'kitchen' window! Our first two weeks of village life have been very eventful and quite exciting! I should start by giving a short description of the village I will be spending the next 6 months inhabiting. Usolonga, also known as Mbolimboli, is a fairly small, remote village situated approximately 70 km north west of Iringa, in the bottom of the rift valley. The last survey conducted recorded a population of approximately 3200 people, 50% of whom were under the age of 15! There is essentially one road into the village and one road out, making it quite isolated. Due to the dry season, the landscape resembles a desert; all you see for miles are little mud huts and lots of sand! The clinic and staff houses are situated on the outskirts of the village, a good ten-minute walk from its centre! The clinic is open each weekday from 8:00am to 2:00pm and local villagers are encouraged to visit on a drop in basis during these times. The doctor and nurse however are technically always on call, and are summoned from their homes if they are needed for an emergency or if there’s a birth. The atmosphere is fairly relaxed and laid back; the staff have been very welcoming and patient as we butcher their native tongue. (Although I must say that our Swahili has improved tremendously since being in the village!) I’m quickly adjusting to “Tanzanian” time, learning that things usually don’t happen when people say they will, being “on time” is an abstract concept that many locals are unfamiliar with and the pace of life is about three times slower than I’m used to, but hey, I’m not complaining! With 40+ degrees temperature, no electricity, and no running water, it is understandable that things usually take longer to accomplish.
Our first two weeks were primarily spent cleaning, painting, getting to know the staff and practicing our newly learned Swahili! In the mornings we took turns shadowing the nurse and doctor in order to gain a better understanding of their daily routine, the common ailments that present themselves and to make ourselves known to some of the local villagers. We’ve met with the headmaster at the local primary school and have scheduled an introduction session with the various classes for later on this week. We’ll also be conducting an informal survey in each class in hopes of determining their level of health care awareness. Seeing as the students have a month off for Christmas, we won’t actually start teaching until January. In the meantime, we’ll be creating lesson plans and making changes to the previous curriculum in order to prepare ourselves for January. When we’re not at the school (we have yet to determine our teaching schedule –it’ll depend on how comfortable we are in the classroom and how much time we want to devote to other projects) we’ll be working at the clinic and with the local health representatives. Our goal is to come up with some easy-to-use teaching material and train the health reps so that they in turn will be able to teach the locals when we are gone. There is definitely no shortage of work to be done! Jen hopes to start a home garden, as part of her nutrition work and we also hope to introduce some new water purification techniques. Unfortunately, given the lack of resources and next to nil education they have on the subject, it is not as easy as one would initially think. There are many underlying issues and challenges to work through –but we are hopeful!

Who would have thought that I'd meet Miss Piggy in Tanzania??

I don't think I've ever laughed as hard as I did on the night of November 5th, the occassion? Jen's birthday! Jen is a fellow CIDA intern whom I have the pleasure of working and sharing a house with everyday in Usolonga. We happened to be in town on her birthday and had a lovely birthday meal and celabration at Andrew and Miriam's house, our in-country reps. I've never seen anyone so appreciative of birthday gifts before! Jen, who has a little crush on Mr. Bean, was moved to tears by the Mr. Bean DVD we managed to find for her! Unfortunately, the disc was a dud and instead of hosting ten Bean movies, it only had two. Never mind, she enjoyed it just the same! The icing on the cake though came later on in the evening when her final gift was danced (Tanzanian style -remember the dancing of gifts at the wedding?) to her and she unwrapped her beloved Miss Piggy 'costume'! The story behind the pig: (and I apologize if this isn't funny to anyone else -it may be one of those "you had to have been there" moments, although I'm sure you can appreciate how disturbingly funny this "thing" of a costume is!) About a month ago, when shopping in the market, Jen noticed this Miss Piggy costume hanging at one of the vendor's booths. Having pointed it out to the rest of us, we all had a good laugh and wondered where this thing came from! It was by far the most disturbing second-hand article we had come across! It soon became routine that whenever we would go to the market, we would keep an eye out for Miss Piggy. She was faithfully waiting for us each time, hanging from the booth -it was actually very spooky the way they had her hanging by her neck! A few times we would stop in and ask how much she cost, eventually the vendor would see us coming and would automatically get Miss Piggy down so Jen could have a look! It seemed rather fitting to purchase the costume for Jen's birthday -I suspect she knew it was coming, not only had we told her she'd better be careful because she'd end up with it one day, she had also gone to the market the morning of her birthday and was suspicious when her beloved pig wasn't there! She was a really good sport and pranced around in the costume for the rest of the evening, posing for pictures and all! The only unfortunate thing is that now Miss Piggy lives at our house! Jen's convinced that she'll be able to re-sell the costume or give it away...any muppet fans out there? ;)

Safari!

I must apologize for not being diligent about keeping this blog site up to date! I've been in Tanzania now for two months and much has happened in that short amount of time! The first weekend in November, eight wazungus, myself included, set out on a safari to Ruaha National Park; a three hour drive west of Iringa. I had always thought it'd be neat to go on an African safari, although I have to admit, the idea of sitting in a vehicle looking at animals all day didn't sound overally appealing. I quickly changed my opinion, however shortly after seeing the first giraffe! Seeing these animals up close in their natural habitat is absolutely amazing! We were very fortunate and got to see many different animals -including four out of the "big five" (lions, elephants, buffalo, and a leopard -there are no rhinos in Ruaha!) We had a wonderful time, I would recommend an African safari to anyone coming! Two highlights from the trip included seeing a pride of lions devour a freshly killed zebra, and spotting a leopard who was mid hunt, stalking an impala!

And that is all I'm going to write about our safari...I had written a nice, long blog entry and was just waiting for the internet to be fixed to post it, when, quite suddenly, my memory stick decided to spontaneously delete everything that was on it. bye bye music, bye bye blog entry!

Dead rats and bats...essential elements to any kitchen!

It's been a while since I've had the chance to update this site, so before writing about the amazing safari I just went on, I feel I ought to bring everyone up to speed with what has been hapening these past few weeks!

Two tuesdays ago (I believe it was Oct. 24) Andrew, Jen and I made our way to Usolonga, the remote village situated 70 km north west of Iringa. Our goal for the two day visit was to clean out the house, meet the local 'government', and introduce ourselves to the teachers and students at the local primary school where we'll be teaching basic health care and nutrition. It doesn't sound like much, and one wouldn't think that it would take two days to accomplish such seemingly simple tasks, however, this being Africa, we have come to expect delays! We started cleaning as soon as we arrived and worked diligently for a few hours. Everything was covered in a thick layer of cement dust and bat droppings, not to mention spider webs and spiders. The house hasn't been lived in for a few months and has recently undergone minor construction; we now have a drop ceiling (which will cool the place down considerably as well as deter the bats from taking up permant residence) and the outside brick has been plastered with cement (to prevent the mud bricks from crumbling!) Needless to say, the place needed to be attacked with cleaning supplies and a broom! The most interesting room to clean was the storage room, where our food and kitchen supplies will be kept. The above picture was taken AFTER we'd been cleaning it for a good hour! I have yet been able to take an "after" picture, as it will require another few hours of scrubbing before reaching our standard of cleanliness! Among the more exciting things we came across, besides the ant infested food and dead rats and bats, were live bats. Andrew and Jen took turns killing, then disposing of the live ones, while I watched and provided moral support!

As we were making our way into the centre of the village later that day, we were greeted by many children, who, for the most part seemed very excited to see us! (one little boy started to cry as soon as he saw us and ran away as fast as he could, he was about three or four years old -I guess we scared him...) One of the cutest things was two small children (about three years old) who ran over to see us and to "shikamoo" us, and the one little boy reached up for my hand and kissed it! (to "shikamoo" someone involves greeting an elder by saying "shikamoo" -a term of respect which literally means 'to bow and touch someone's feet'; in the village, the children "shikamoo" those older than them by reaching up and touching their head). So not only does a trip to the village entail a lot of waving and smiling, there's also a lot of bending involved!

We finally got to meet the local 'director' of the village (on our second attempt) and made our introductions. Our next stop was the primary school, where we were greeted by a mob of 50+ students, who quickly formed a large animated circle around us. . .I have a feeling that teaching there will be quite the experience! We met one of the teachers and discussed starting dates; we'll be sitting in on a few classes this month in order to get a feel for the teaching environment and methods, and will hopefully start teaching by the end of November!

We left the village late Thursday afternoon and had a pretty uneventfull trip back to Iringa (no goats or motorcycles to pick up along the way!) Although we only spend one night there, we were happy to get back to Iringa, where the temperature is much more bearable and we had access to a nice shower and 'proper' washroom facilities! (Not that I'm complaining about the facilities that are available in the village! I'm thankfull for the small room with a drain that will serve as our 'bath in a bucket' "shower" and our squat toilet!)

Cooking lesson with Betty

Last Friday, instead of our regular language class, Betty taught us how to cook, Tanzanian style! Everything was prepared and cooked in true tanzanian fashion -headpieces and all! The kangas which we are sporting, are used for many different things; it is their main dress, headpiece, scarf, shawl, towel, baby carrier, and apron! A very multi-purpose piece of fabric!

Our day started off with a trip to Mama Kiri's (a lovely Tanzanian women who is a friend of the Wingfields -she's also taught me how to bake bread over a charcoal stove!) Our mission was to fetch a chicken and bring it with us to Betty's. Thankfully, Andrew was able to drive us that morning -I couldn't really picture us three *wazungus walking across town with a live chicken in tow! (*wazungu is the swahili word for "white people"...ie. any foreigners) Joe named our chicken Dorothy, and did a great job of holding her down in the backseat of the car!

Before our cooking session began, we were all outfitted with kangas! The first thing Betty taught us how to make was chapaties. There's a lot of rolling and oil involved -but the end result is well worth the effort! We also made homemade chai, coconut rice, pilau, a pea medley cooked in coconut milk, a beef dish, deep fried chicken (sorry Dorothy!), steamed spinach and tomato, plantain and ugali! It took seven hours in total, preparing everything by hand -literally, and cooking everything over little charcoal stoves. I had underestimated the time and energy that goes into making a meal here! I can't imagine doing that everyday! (Although it is rare that one would prepare such a feast daily!)

We called it a day around four o'clock and went home to rest for a few hours before heading back out for yet another meal...this time at the Bishop's house! Although we were pretty tired (and very full) from cooking, dinning with the Bishop and his wife was a lot of fun! The Bishop, who is in charge of the Diocese of Ruaha here in Iringa, is also the arch-bishop of Tanzania -he's a VERY busy man! He's also one of the friendliess, most laid back person I've met here! We had a very nice evening and hopefully we'll be able to visit with him some more while we are here.

All in all, friday was a very eventfull day - one with many highlights that will be remembered for a long time!

It's been a month!

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been here for a whole month already! There have been many exciting things keeping us busy in addition to learning Kiswahili (which is coming along quite nicely, just not as quickly as we’d like!) Two weekends ago we had the pleasure of attending our first Tanzanian wedding…what an experience! I’ve posted the pictures and tried to give an explanation for each of them! There were a variety of bright colors, loud music and a lot of dancing! It was also our first time eating a traditional Tanzanian meal, Tanzanian style- with no utensils! Although I do have to admit that I cheated and accepted the fork that was later offered to me! Jen and Joe were troopers and enjoyed eating with their hands along with all the other guests! Last week we were fortunate enough to tag along with some fellow ex-pats and visited one of the orphanages just outside of Iringa. We had a quick tour of the grounds and got to meet and chat with the main caretaker and some of the children – a few of us got lucky and were able to join in on a short soccer match! Although these kids have come from very dire circumstances, you would never know it based on their huge smiles! It’s encouraging to see a well-run facility that is providing these kids with the opportunity for success!

I’m currently in the process of learning how to drive –Tanzanian style! (i.e. on the opposite side of the road and somewhat aggressively!) I’ve been out driving a few times now, and so far haven’t killed anyone! It’s not as bad as I first thought it would be, I guess one is able to slowly become accustomed to the craziness that is the driving here! Speaking of ‘craziness’, we’ve had a few ‘exciting’ encounters with Betty’s (our language teacher) next-door neighbor! We’ve been told that she is bi-polar and usually makes her rounds to every house on her street demanding them to pay rent –even though she doesn’t own any of houses! We’ve also been informed about a few other interesting things she likes to do, however we were not warned about her tendency to throw rocks at our little school hut! We have been a target a few times in the past few weeks! Luckily she’s only managed to hit the outside of the hut, so I don’t think we’re in any real danger –it just provides an interesting twist to language learning! We finish class Monday (October 22) and then Jen and I will be heading out to the village on Wednesday for a few days to get better acquainted with the dispensary and those we’ll be working with. After we’ve settled in and become more familiar with village life, we’ll gradually work our way up to staying a full two weeks in a row. Over the next few weeks, we’ll be going for a few days at a time only –we’ve been told that this gradual introduction to village life has proven to be the best way to adapt successfully! I’m sure I’ll have many stories in the near future about my integration into village life! I’ve been hearing about people’s experiences and I’m excited to see for myself!

All you can do is laugh...at yourself!

Learning a new language has proven to be quite challenging at times but it has also given us a few good laughs! One of the first things we learnt to say, besides “habari” (how are things?) and “assante” (thank-you), was “sielewi” (I don’t understand). This little phrase has come in handy as often we really don’t understand what is being said! Now in Swahili there are many words that sound and look the same but mean completely different things (so we’re finding out!). The word “sielewi” stems from the verb “elewa” (understand), so we didn’t think anything of it to say “silewa” (you are supposed to add ‘si’ to the beginning of the word to make it negative when it is in the first person) to people when we didn’t understand what was being said. People would usually smile encouragingly or sometimes laugh and would slowly repeat what they had just said. The other day while in language class we all had an “aha!” and “oh-oh” moment at the same time . . . it turns out our “silewa” phrase actually means “I’m not drunk”!! It only took a few seconds to realize that by omitting the “e”, we were telling people that we were not drunk instead of telling them we didn’t understand! There have been a number of similar incidents since, for example I was trying to use “kusini” (south) in a sentence but kept pronouncing it as “kuzini” (which means adultery!). Another word that we kept misusing was “taka” (verb to want); we would say “tako” (which means buttocks!) –talk about making a sentence awkward! I’m sure there will be many more incidents when we’ll completely butcher the language and make interesting statements and/or requests!
Although it has been challenging and we’ve been cramming a lot of grammar and vocabulary into a short amount of time, we’re slowly getting the hang of it!

Ten passengers, one motorbike, one land cruiser and a goat named Hubert

We had a day off from Kiswahili class yesterday in order to visit Usolonga, a remote village north west of Iringa where Jen and I will be working. Our 8:30am departure only got delayed an hour as we had a few things to pick up in town to bring to the village. After collecting the medicine, cement, kerosene and a boy who wanted a ride, we were on our way! The drive there went smoothly, it was very humbling to see how people lived – the mud huts, miles of barren land and the countless children were a lot to absorb. I was in for another reality check upon arriving in Usolonga. (They weren’t kidding when they said ‘remote’). Usolonga is separated from the surrounding villages by a river that is unfortunately not passable by car as the bridge was destroyed by flash floods during the rainy season. We got to meet the doctor and two nurses that work at the dispensary (essentially the entire staff, minus Simon, the administrator who is currently on holidays). Andrew took us for a walk through the village to meet the preacher’s wife and to see the local church and school. As we were walking, the children would run out to meet us and would continue to follow us around – so by the end of our little ‘tour’ we had a faithful posy of at least 25 children! I’ll have to take some pictures of the church! It is essentially a very long, narrow mud hut, with little rows of clay humps along the inside walls for seating. Looking at the ‘building’ I would guess that it would hold approximately 50 people comfortably, but I am told that at least 150 people show up on Sunday mornings!! We ended up staying for three hours, meeting new people and seeing the ‘sights’ (which at the moment resemble a desert but during the rainy season should be beautiful and green!) Our ride home was VERY interesting – a true Tanzanian experience that I’m sure we’ll see a lot! We had five additional passengers on the way home; a carpenter (who was working on the house we will be living in), a couple and their 8-year old son (who were attending a wedding in the city) and a goat named Hubert (the wedding gift). Aside from the occasional wail from the goat, who was tied up and laying in a very large basket, the ride wasn’t too hectic. . . until we drove by two men and a motorbike. One of the men happened to be the village’s ‘mayor’/chief so of course we had to stop. The bike they were riding had a busted rear tire. After much deliberation and attempts to fix the tire, it was decided that the best thing to do was cram the motorbike into the back of the land cruiser and bring it to the nearest village to get fixed. That was the original plan, but after fitting the fairly large bike into the vehicle, they decided that there would also be room for everyone (ten people in total) and the goat! Needless to say, the ride back was not very quiet! The African concept of “there’s always room for one more” will take some getting used to!

In Iringa at last!

After two days of travelling and four hours of sleep I finally arrived in Iringa! The trip was long and tiring, apparently I don't sleep well on planes! The most interesting part of the journey was the drive from Dar Es Saalam (Tanzania's capitol) to Iringa. We took a bus (something similar to the Greyhound) for the eight hour trip -what an experience! I thought driving in Mexico was hectic. . .but it turns out it is nothing compared to the driving here! I don't think there are any rules, at least none are enforced. I quickly had to remind myself that God was in charge and we'd survive the craziness that is traffic! Along the way we passed through a natural game reserve where we saw zebras, elephants, monkeys and giraffes! AMAZING! We arrived in Iringa on Tuesday night (Sept. 18) and where shown our living quarters for the month while we are in language school. Wednesday and Thursday were spent touring around Iringa, exchanging dollars into shillings, purchasing cell phones :) [my number is, from Canada: 011 255 76344 9750] meeting some of the people we will be working with and general orientation. Today, (friday) was our first day of language school -talk about overwhelming! We have lots of studying and practicing to do over the weekend! Training school runs from 8:00am to 12:30pm with a half hour break in between. The afternoons will be spent practicing what we've learned and completing the homework assigned. Although Kiswahili will be challenging, I am thankful that I have the pronounciation down pat! (It is very similar to french and spanish:)
So, the first three days have come and gone and were quite enjoyable. The weekend will be full of trying out our newly learned kiswahili words and familiarizing ourselves with the city.
Until next time,
Take care,
Sacha

I'm new at this blogging business

I'm just testing this blogging business out for the first time :) I will be leaving shortly for Africa on a nine month adventure. . .living and working in a rural village as a primary health care worker. Although this internship is being supported by CIDA, I am going over with Emmanuel International, a faith-based, inter-denominational organization whose mandate is to "encourage, strengthen and assist churches worldwide to meet the spiritual and physical needs of the poor in accordance with Holy Scriptures". My job will consist of working directly at the clinic teaching preventative health care practices to those patients in the waiting room and working throughout the village, doing home visits and teaching health promotion and prevention practices. . .I've been told that once I get there I will be better informed as to what the current projects are - and to expect to do anything and everything related to health carre! I'm very excited for this opportunity that I've been granted and I appreciate the time you've taken (and hopefully will continue to take!) to join me in this adventure!

ps..ANYONE who wants to come to Tanzania is MORE than welcome to come and visit!! Just send me an email and we can make plans to meet somewhere!