Tuesday, January 21, 2014

MY NEIGHBORS

 
Ravina, Klementi, Ana and Venant
I'd like to introduce my neighbors, Venant and Ravina, and their children Ana and Klementi. I met Venant when I first arrived in Mwanza. He is the catechist for one of the SMA parish outstations, which is across the street from the SMA compound where I live. Right now masses at this outstation are being celebrated in one of the Kitangiri Secondary School classrooms. Very soon construction will begin on the church, which will be built on SMA property just behind our compound. Venant keeps very busy preparing young people for the sacraments, and assisting the priests. All of the items needed for the mass are stored at the priest's house. These items are carried over to the classroom each Sunday morning by Venant and a few of the children in the parish.

              Venant helps set up for the mass

 
                                                                          Venant prepares the readings

Entrance to the classroom where Sunday masses are  celebrated
 

                                                                               Site for the new SMA parish church
 
Venant is also an electrician. Shortly after I arrived, Krystina and I needed a couple of bad sockets replaced in our house so we hired Venant. He told us which supplies to purchase and then he came to our house as soon as we had purchased what was needed. He had the job done in no time at all! Kyrstina asked him how much he wanted for the work and he very shyly said 2,000 shillings, which is about $1.25. Krystina and I were really surprised so we gave him a little more, and he was so grateful! His services aren't required very often because most people in Bwiru, where we live, don't have electricity in their homes. In fact, not even Venant and Ravina have electricity in their home. They don't have many material things and no luxuries, but they are the happiest, kindest people you could ever meet. I remember the first time I was invited to go to their home. Venant told me his house was located on the path to Jiwe Kuu, the great rock. He sounded so proud to have his own house, which he managed to have built for his family. I had seen many of the homes along that path and wondered which one was theirs. I was a little surprised when he showed me which one it was. The house is built into a steep hill with rocks all around. It is necessary to climb rocks to get into the house but they seem quite content with their home, and I was happy to be their guest. The view from their home is almost as spectacular as the view from Jiwe Kuu!
 
The front of the house with the dog houses in the background.
 

 The view from the house. In the distance is Lake Victoria.
 
I needed some help with washing the bedding and curtains in my place so I hired Ravina to help. Because laundry is done outside in buckets, I'm not near as capable of washing the bigger pieces as Ravina is. Her hands are much more accustomed to this work, and she was pleased that I asked for her help. The first time she helped me she didn't want to take any money but I insisted, and now we have a regular schedule set for every other week. The arrangement helps both of us.
 
On Christmas I wanted to do something for the family. I asked Venant if it would be okay if I brought a gift for each of the kids. He said that would be fine. A straw hat that I had purchased for myself in Musoma was too small for me so I decided to give that to Ana, and I picked up a couple of plastic race cars for Klementi. I brought the gifts over to the children and they were so happy! Both of the kids played with the cars all during my visit, which was most of the afternoon!



  
The family has also helped me a lot with the language. Although Venant speaks a little English, Ravina and the children speak only Kiswahili. I've been spending quite a bit of time with Ravina and the children so I have many opportunities to use what I've learned in language school. I also gave Ravina a small English/Kiswahili phrase book because she would like to learn English, too, and I can help her with that. The other day I was visiting their home and Venant was helping me translate a children's book. Klementi will be two years old in February so he's just learning to talk and feed himself. It's funny that both of us are learning the language at the same time but I have a feeling he's going to be a much better Kiswahili speaker than I am! I enjoyed watching him try to feed himself. He's so patient and careful about not wasting any food. But he's going to have to learn to eat a little faster or Ana's going to get most of the food!
 



 
 
 



Monday, January 13, 2014

UKEREWE ISLAND

Ferry boat we took to the island
The morning after Christmas, a group of us took a four hour ferry boat ride to Ukerewe Island from one of the ports in Mwanza. The group consisted of two SMA lay missionaries, Mara and myself, along with Anita, who was an intern at Bugando Hospital. Mara was preparing to leave for Makoko language school in early January, Anita was about to finish her internship as a physical therapist and I had just finished language school in early December and was about to begin my new teaching assignment, so we thought we would get away for a relaxing four day weekend. We planned to meet up with David, a student from Germany who is volunteering with one of the SMA projects. He was due to arrive at Ukerewe on the afternoon ferry. We rode on the second level of the boat, but were free to roam around as we liked. The seats in the cabin were pretty comfortable but the movie playing was not the greatest! It was a beautiful morning so we spent most of the ride on deck.  

Movie in the cabin
We had reservations at the Monarch Beach Resort, which had been recommended by another SMA lay missionary. We were pleasantly surprised by the accommodations since the rates were very cheap (approximately $9.50 per night). The sign in front of the resort boasted warm and cold water but none of us found warm water available in our rooms. At least each of the rooms had a shower and toilet. We didn't expect much more. The kitchen only offered two different dishes, but breakfast was included in the price of our room.


 The best part of the resort was the beach, just a short walk across the street. That's where we spent most of the weekend. The view was beautiful, as long as you looked straight out. Otherwise, the view was of the local residents taking "showers"; men and boys on one side of the beach, and women and children on the other side. We weren't able to go in the water for a couple of reasons. One reason was due to the parasite which causes bilharzia disease in Lake Victoria. The other reason was that the water was very dirty. 



Anita & Jean

On Friday, we all rented bicycles from Elly, the PR Manager for the resort, who also ran an island tour guide business in the nearby town of Nansio. By this time we had added another person to our group. While David was taking the afternoon ferry ride on Thursday, he met a young woman from Holland, also planning to stay a few days on the island. They hit it off and we invited her to join our group. After being "fitted" for our bikes, we headed for Buzegwe Point, 18 km (about 11 miles) north. Since I was considerably older than most everyone in  the group, they were all very thoughtful and made frequent stops along the way. 
Elly
Preparing for the ride


Mara (SMA), Mara and Anita sitting with David
This is much harder than I remember!

"My Clarias"
                                     
David & Anita
A few young passengers on the ferry...not a care in world!
Jean & Mara

The ferry we rode on the return trip was named "My Clarias". The rates on this ferry were less than the ride to the island, at 4,500 TZ shillings ($2.80). The rates on the first ferry were 6,000 TZ shillings ($3.75), but we quickly discovered that the return trip wasn't as enjoyable. We sat at a table, as opposed to comfortable cushioned seats, and it wasn't as easy to roam around the boat. We were also more cramped on this ride. The little ones sleeping on the floor originally had seats but adults get priority over children everywhere in the country. The children didn't seem to mind the arrangement.

Friday, January 3, 2014

CHRISTMAS 2013 IN TANZANIA!!

Fortes family Christmas Celebration
 
The Fortes family is, in a way, part of the SMA family. All of the cars owned by SMA in the Tanzanian region are serviced by the Fortes garage in Mwanza, and they have been for many years. The Fortes family does business the good, old-fashioned way, where the customer is more important than anything else. Every year the family hosts a Christmas celebration. The party is attended by some 200 or more guests, including missionaries from a variety of different organizations, religious sisters, and priests. Some of the guests bring their children so, of course, Santa and Mrs. Claus came, as well.
 

 
The night was filled with beautiful, traditional Christmas music (in English), friendly conversations, delicious foods of many different varieties, and any kind of drink you could imagine! Toward the end of the evening, candles and Christmas song books were distributed to everyone. Fr. Tomasz, one of our SMA priests from Poland, warmed up his guitar and Fr. Josephat, SMA priest from Kenya, kept rhythm on the drum. Everyone began singing Christmas carols and finally, it began to feel like Christmas, in spite of the warm temperatures. A lovely time was had by all!!
 

                Sr. Kate OLA & Fr. Tony SMA

                                           Fr. Janusz SMA & Fr. Josephat SMA
 

                     Fr. Tony & Sr. Deanna OLA


Sr. Ginny (Maryknoll Sister), Mara & Corine (Dutch Lay Missionaries)
 



 

 





 Christmas carols were sung in a circle around the Nativity Scene. Peace on Earth...Goodwill to men.

GRADUATION!!

On December 5, 2013, the students of Makoko Language School successfully completed the Kiswahili language course. Of course, none of us were ready, at that time, to go out and speak it fluently, but we're doing our best to use what we've learned. Speaking a new language is definitely a VERY slow process, at least for most of us!
 
Graduation day began with classes, as usual, in the morning. We were expected to meet in the afternoon with our assigned teachers for conversation in Kiswahili, as usual as well, but that didn't happen. We were all too busy decorating the chapel, the dining room and the library for our celebration. The festivities began with mass in the chapel. The main celebrant was a newly ordained diocesan priest from Tanzania. Some of the sisters who live nearby attended our celebration, as well as the teachers, staff workers and a few visiting priests. After the mass we all met in the library/lab, which had been cleared out for the party. Fr. Edward, the director of the language school, presented the students with certificates. The students presented Fr. Edward, the teachers and the workers with gifts of appreciation for all of their hard work. Next came the entertainment. Mwalimu (teacher) Daniel performed a sing and dance routine, Fr. Orlando sang a favorite Mexican song, accompanied on guitar by his friend, Fr. Leo. Sr. Sofia and Sr. Lucinder sang a song together and Sr. Sofia performed a traditional Samoan dance. The grand finale was the "Sister Act" performed by Sr. Chiara, Sr. Sofia, Sr. Lucinder, Beata, myself, and Fr. Peter, our conductor. I wish I could post the video because it was hilarious! Finally, our celebration concluded with a very nice dinner and cake. All of the students returned to their assigned mission sites within the following two days to put what we learned into practice.
 
       Decorated altar in the language school chapel
 
Sr. Sofia, Beata & Fr. Orlando decorating the dining room
 
                                                                 Sr. Lucinder decorating the library/lab
 
Dining room decorations complete!
 
                   Balloons for the library!
 
Mwalimu Daniel - Singing & Dancing
 
                                                                    Sister Act performers - Beata & Jean
 
Teachers

            Cooks, Housecleaning and Guards