Excerpts from my journal in the past weeks, before I started blogging:Friday May 30, 2009
Moshi-Town!I have so many things to record. I really have to get in the habit of writing everyday if however brief. At least putting those critical thoughts and experiences from the day is important! I’m experiencing all these things that feel so profound…things that I feel like will really define who I am as an adult, as an African, as an American…will help expand my understanding of the world.
So much richness:
The case studies we’ve been going over in class covering a million subjects in health and development in “low-income” countries like Tanzania. The energy in the classroom, the intelligence, the purpose and passion behind everyone’s input is just inspiring and so exciting. I could never imagine at the beginning of my college experience that I would be part of something like this. There were moments in that small, comfortable classroom when I truly felt like a global citizen, a growing student of global health. And to be in exchanging ideas, debating, discussing with Tanzanian medical school students—it was just amazing for me.
What a different experience traveling with a multicultural group. My goodness…I feel like I’m constantly juggling so many thought processes and feelings. Trying to negotiate the communication between myself and the Tanzanian students while observing the dynamics between the white and Asian students and the Tanzanian students. We were sitting in Professor Rebecca’s house yesterday for our weekly check-in meeting. Sitting there with all these American students who had no immediate cultural or heritage connection with Africa and hearing them comment on their experiences while we lounged in my Professor’s beautiful, sunny, airy house that looks like some exotic colonial bungalow surrounded by a gorgeous garden and separated from the rest of Moshi by a tall metal gate-- too fascinating and just such an extreme juxtaposition from my time in Ghana. I mean, the element of economic privilege was certainly there in both experiences—in Ghana, the second house of the friend who guided us was four times the size of Professor Rebecca’s…but the racial privilege, the cultural dynamic is a very new experience that I’m still grappling with.
Just being in Africa again is so amazing to me. It’s difficult to put accurate words to. This is so funny, I almost can’t believe I’m in this other extremely different environment when just two, three weeks ago, I was totally engrossed in my Ithaca life. Now, tonight, I’m sitting in my room in Moshi, Tanzania vibing with my Bob Marley in the background, scribing to the light of our pretty green tea candle. The lights are out (again) and Choumika is sound asleep in the bed next to me.
I felt so responsible traveling here, with my passport, book bag and the program laptop close to my body at all times. Traveled from NYC to Boston and leisurely made use of my 6 hour layover in Boston like a true world traveler lol…figured my way around the Amsterdam-Schipol airport and met up with the rest of the group. Getting off the plane in Kilimanjaro Airport was surreal. You just step off that plane, into this new land filled with this blend of anxiety, rushing excitement and a bunch of unexplainable feelings! I love breathing in the smell…I almost recall a certain, aromatic scent greeting me when I stepped into Ethiopia at eleven years old…the same in Ghana and then here in Tanzania. The smell combines with the warm, balmy night air embracing you to create this unique natural welcome. I remember observing the nervous expressions of other students in my group during our connecting flight, the one that made the nearness of Tanzania more concrete to us…and trying to reassure them.
Then we spent our first night at the Lutheran Uhuru Hostel and the next day spent in orientation at our Professor Rebecca’s house. That night we all came to my host father Bwana (Mr.) Chuwa’s home where we were given the best loving Tanzanian greeting by his sister. We soon realized we had walked into an engagement party for Monica Chuwa and through a lovely speech by Bwana Chuwa were introduced both to an important part of Tanzanian culture and to all the 30 odd seated guests! Baba Chuwa explained that in Chagga culture when two young people want to be married the man’s family must come to the girl’s family and ask for her hand. According to Bwana Chuwa, the man in question specifically approaches the woman’s family and asks to marry their daughter. The family then goes to their daughter and asks if this is the man she wants. When she answers in the affirmative, the party ensues! We unfortunately missed this ceremony but I was glad we were able to hear the explanation from Bwana. Then the ever busy and helpful Bwana Chuwa accompanied by Rebecca and her husband Kevin carted off 5 pairs of Cornell students (and Eric!) to their respective home stays. That was when Choumika and I were greeted by Monica and started to settle into our home for the next 9 weeks.
The past week has been almost a blur when I look back at it. We were thrown into this environment so fast! I also had almost no down time between Tzed and Ithaca…my ability to adjust is being finely tuned in these past weeks. I mean we arrived in a new country on Saturday night and by Monday morning we were expected to be functional for class. A class about complicated global health dilemmas in which we are supposed to work with students from another country and school system to create an oral presentation of a case study in only three days! We definitely did it and I am so glad for all the great things I went through in the past 5 days. It’s fascinating, daunting & intense to think we’ll be here for another 8 weeks. Tonight we all went to El Rancho restaurant (which is confusingly an Indian cuisine lol) ….ah. Just a beautiful time, beautiful… Tomorrow we’re going on a “Chagga cultural tour”…I’m a little skeptical but it should be nice. I’ll try to put my biases away. I’ll never put the critical lens away though…
Wednesday June 10, 2009Traveled to Uru Kyaseni today. Most amazing drive, majestic Mt. Kilimanjaro peeking through the banana leaves, children at the school on the side of the road watching us curiously, the little baby at the one house that excitedly waved to the bus and started waddling towards the road as we passed by both times, leaves from the roadside foliage whipping by sometimes reaching through the window as the dala dala teetered precariously on some large bump in the road. Tropical green, rocky road in a dala dala rented out for us by Professor Rebecca, accompanied by Sister Pilli of the Community Health Department (also trained as a diabetes nurse). Uru Kyaseni is only maybe a 40 min ride away from KCMC in what they call “Moshi-rural” area. We visited a health center that provides service for many people in that area. They said that people closer by attend this center and mobile clinics attempt to reach folks farther out.
The compound consisted of a few maybe 4 buildings, some with tin roofs, aligned along a red dirt path. We started off in this small room with some medical supply boxes packed in the corner. As we sat waiting for the female doctor in charge to greet us, a woman came in with a bucket of water balanced on her head and gracefully emptied it into another container in the room. As she walked carefully into the room, I noticed the yellow cylindrical cloth on her head providing a resting place for her burden. It's so clever, the "appropriate technology" (as my mother calls it) of women all over the world. Sister Pilli introduced us to the doctor and we responded to her “Karibu sana” with choruses of “Asante sana!” We headed to the MCH (Maternal & Child Health) clinic to find interviews for all the student groups present (us with family planning, one group studying infant feeding patterns of HIV+ mommas, another studying maternal mortality)…My group was able to interview one nurse and three mothers of varying ages. It was so amazing to be in the type of environment I’ve only dreamed I might work in some day. So amazing.
We saw mothers weighing their children. They all come with these cloth slings and hang their children from a scale, the kind we use to weigh fruits in American supermarkets! Little infants and larger toddlers dangled from the same scale. I observed another instance of appropriate technology as one mother wrapped her baby’s cloth diaper with a plastic bag. Afterwards, she carefully but deftly swung her baby on her back and very naturally held out her conga towards me so that I could help her fix her sling. I was caught off guard but so pleased. I placed the conga gently over her baby, adjusted the cloth around the baby's bottom and handed her the front part, feeling part of this normal routine for her. It was an unexpected gesture that made us feel more connected, like two women, two human beings rather than us students as outsiders, observers with some kind of superiority.
Later, we saw one of the women we interviewed outside socializing with the other women. I saw her seated in a corner of the porch outside the little MCH building where women were weighing their babies. She had these buckets in front of her, the kind I’ve seen janitors use or filled with paint…women were gathered around her and it took me some time to figure out that she was selling small snack items. I immediately went over and started buying from her and soon the whole class followed suite. It was so cheap…even cheaper than in town because these snacks contained only vegetables. Meat is too expensive I suppose? 500 Tanzanian shillings (Tsh) for two samosas! Barely 50 cents. It made me wonder how she makes a living…I gladly bought a cake and two samosas from her. My miniscule way of thanking her for the interview, of contributing in some way to her life.