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Shaturday and Funday

After a big day Friday unloading the MAG container followed by movie night at the Klien’s, we were all pretty weary. We had driven to Klein’s due to the rain but got stuck on our way home as the crane (yes I said crane) had come to remove the MAG container and was blocking the way. When you get a MAG shipment you also get to keep the container. Andy Bennett (CMS-A) had bagsed this container to be used as a workshop and store for his solar lighting project. Normally when the container is empty you just find a big tree, tie a rope around the tree and the other end to the container and then drive the truck away. Jake and TuombeThus removing the container; however, given the location for the container to land and the way it was put on the truck this was not possible this time. Hence the need for a crane - we were very surprised there was a crane in Ngara. The crane was expected in Murgwanza at 5pm but it arrived at 7pm and when we were coming by at 9pm, they were still trying to remove the container. Anyway after much tooing and froing and not good sounding noises coming from the crane, finally the container was positioned in as close as possible position as they were going to get. The container was 2.5 tonnes and I'm sure the little crane was not rated much above this - maybe less.

Saturday morning we awoke weary and the rain falling steadily. Praise God it had stayed away on Friday. We made an attempt at going to market but given that when we arrived we couldn’t actually see the market due to fog we aborted and headed to town instead. By the time we arrived in town it was pouring so we headed home for coffee and craft. Kirsti (a short termer here for 6 weeks from Oz) came and spent the morning with us as the rain poured down. Together we made more of my cardboard cut out figures. I cut the figures and did the faces and Kirsti did the clothes. I must say her textiles are a little better than mine and many even had an African feel to them. By 12:30pm the rain had lifted and we took another run at the market.

On return we took a stroll to check out Kirsti’s house and have a cuppa. She is staying in a guest house within the hospital grounds. I took a short walk to find George at the student’s meal time to see when we should expect his mother on Sunday. I didn’t find George but I spoke to a lot of other students who all wanted to know why we were leaving in January and couldn’t we extend for another year??

Footbal Match on Murgwanza Field

By now the sun was shining and the players for the afternoons football match were arriving. So we did a quick drop home to get the camera and use the toilet then headed for the match. The netball was a poor show as usual and Murgwanza were brutally beaten so we quickly moved on to the football. Now I drew quite a crowd given I had a camera in hand and no one here is camera shy. I took the opportunity to collect some snaps of many of our friends here, realising that our time is short and all the memories are so far in my head. Murgwanza were the first to score and as is the tradition, I stormed the pitch with the other Murgwanza supporters. I refrained from a cartwheel as I had the camera around my neck. Rob was sorry he had missed the chance to video and promised next goal he would get it. At half time it was 1 – 0 and we in the Murgwanza camp were feeling cocky. Unfortunately the second half didn’t go well and the end result was 3-2 to Ndomba. When our second goal was scored Rob had gone home so I thrust the camera into Imani’s hand and ran out and cartwheeled. It was a good fun afternoon; I practiced my Swahili and took lots of pictures. The boys made a new friend, Tuombe, who came to play today; he has very little English and the boys very little Swahili. I asked the boys today "how do you communicate" and they responded "we don’t".

The power went off about 5:30pm so we ate by candlelight and took the opportunity for an early night. The power came back on some time in the night.

Sunday morning I woke thinking I can have a sleep in. We had no church engagement and no house help coming. The boys would get the milk - happy days but then…… Hodi. Hodi. Hodi!!!! It was George. The boys let him in and Mitchell made him chai then he headed to church. Before he left I did emerge and find out when we might expect his mother - 6 o’clock he said. Now I always like to confirm does this mean saa(hours) sita(six) (which is Africa time for 12 midday - 6 hours past sunrise) or does he mean 6pm; saa sita he confirmed. So then I started thinking, his mum has to walk 3 maybe 4 hours to our place from her village so I probably need to feed her. Sunday is Godriva’s day off and that means I need to cook something appropriate!!!!!! Just quietly I was freaking out. I knew we had some left over potatoes from last night’s dinner and I could make a tomato sauce, I found some beans in the freezer and boiled them for hours as I had seen Godriva do. In the end I mixed it all in together to make a stew, whipped up a salad and wallah. I told the boys they would have to just eat bread as I didn’t have enough for all. As is the Tanzanian way, the children don't eat with adults anyway. So being fashionably Tanzanian, George and his mum arrived 2 ½ hours late and by now we had 4 extra little visitors here watching a movie with Mitch, Jake and Oli.

Georges mum is a tiny lady, mother of 8 children and aged 42. She speaks not a word of English and little Swahili but mostly her local language so it was a very quiet lunch. We spoke mostly to George about his studies and so on. She did bring us a gift - not a kuku but a massive bag of new potatoes grown from her own shamba. They must weigh at least 3-4 kg and she carried them 3-4 hours on her head to us. We gave her the pikipiki (motorbike) fare home. As is tradition we escorted them to the pikipiki tree at the hospital and then headed on our way home.

Earlier this morning I spotted three girls on our swing I had not seen before. They were in very dirty clothes. I welcomed them to swing and we waved and pulled faces at each other. Yesterday at the market I bought 10 new dresses with my t-shirt money. I decided these girls were the perfect recipients. So armed with my dresses and my little figures and Rob with his camera, I went to greet them and spoke briefly about where they lived and where they went to school etc.. I then gave each of them a dress. You can’t tell from the picture but they were really happy and smiling and showing each other their dress, however whenever I picked up the camera they got all serious.

New Dresses

Now it’s nearly 5pm on Sunday afternoon after a busy 4 days. All the boys, my three plus Lameck, Baraka, Jonathon and Tuombe are all still glued to the computer. I fear Mitchell is corrupting all these young things.

Finally the boys emerged outside and Lameck wanted to practice speaking English. I have a set of flashcards so I grabbed those and told him to make a sentence with each word I showed him. It was good practice - I could correct on the spot and it was easy then trying to make conversation.

 

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It is always a relief to believe what is pleasant, but it is more important to believe what is true.~

Hilaire Belloc
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