Saturday, October 13, 2007

A trip to the village

A picture of Geoff and I outside of Iringa, wading by a river.

The sunset from Iringa town

My new friends from my Memory Book workshops with our counterparts. We learned how to succesfully reach out to families affected by HIVAIDS and orphans. GREAT seminar!

My counterpart, Mr. Vanjetho(striped shirt) and his new friend from Pemba. Mr V is one of my adult ed. students

Miss Megan and I-she is my new hero...was the leader of the seminar and did the entire week in Kiswahili. SO motivational for me.

Some friends of mine hanging out on a rock in Iringa

Relaxing after the seminar on a rock, baskin in the sun.

These two women sell Mandazi(like fried donuts) everyday to all the students and the teachers. I beleive one of them is a known witch doctor in my village(the one standing). They are helping cook ugali, beans, rice, and pilau(spiced rice) for Agnes's wedding.

Mr. Stan(the shorter of the 2) and the other guy are the gaurds at my school-Mr Stan is also an English student of mine. They are preparing to gaurd the graduation ceremony.

All the parents/friends/neighbors that came to show their support to all the Form 4 graduates. The funny thing about this graduation is that not all the students are going to pass their national examination...and if they fail, they can't continue their education at a government school(and that usually means that they start working in the family farm, instead of trying to get into a private school to take the exam again). The parents are lining up to throw a necklace or two around the grad's neck, and shower them in shiny gifts and hollar African style(the tongue waggles back and forth as they yell at a somewhat high pitch/tone)

"Karibu Sana Wageni Wetu"
You are Welcome our guests

written on the board of my Form 3 classroom. We(staff and form 4 parents that wanted to) ate lunch there on the day of graduation

This is the kitchen at my school. The big vats are used to cook Ugali/rice/beans for the students that are boarding there.

One of my HIVAIDS friends, also the cook at our school. She is carrying a pitcher of 'common', a local made alcohol, looking like the color and texture of vomit on her head to deliver to the gaurds. She is cooking Kachumbali, a mix of cut up tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, green pepper and carrots(or, really, whatever's available) mixed with salt. Its GREAT!

Form 4 graduates, waiting for their ceremony to start. In the background is my school and at the top of the hill in the distance is the mission hospital, or where I go to talk on the phone:)

One of my 'Habari Hill' kids....everytime I reach this part of the road to the dukas(the small shops) a gaggle of children comes out of every nook and cranny to give me these HUGE hugs and smiles. She is one of my favorite(still don't know her name). I swear I am the Pied Piper of children in my village.

Most of the Habari Hill gang. The boy in red doing Karate always asks me to sing a song to him in English and he tries SO hard to mimic me...and how cute is the little girl on the bottom right-she was so excited to have her picture taken that she fell on the ground, rolled around a few times and giggled. I swear most of these kids aren't getting the love they crave-mom and dad are too busy at the shamba or making local brew or dying of HIV. Breaks my heart every time...yes I crave their love just as much as they want mine.


My besti, Agnes, getting married. In TZ, brides and grooms look absolutely miserablewhen they are at their wedding party. In this pic, they are getting ready to cut the cake-we are having their party in the dining hall at my school.

Form 4 graduation....we spent all week preparing our school for the big event. classes were canceled so we could build teh stage(aka duquis) and decorate it with bed sheets and streamers. tops of pine trees were cut down and thousands of calla lilies from the forest were collected to decorate around the stage and school. These students in this picture are here to watch the ceremony.

This is a view from Mr. Fox's Farm to my village on the top of the distant hiltop. The faint white you can see is the mission hospital a NGO is trying to rebuild and the Catholic Church

These are beans from my bean farm in my courtyard. They are drying right now, and when they are done drying, we beat them with a large stick to remove the bean from the husk. The dried beans last FOREVER...I swear I'll be eating beans until I am sick at my house.

Another view or my beans in my courtyard from my outside kitchen. My front door is open and my student is helping me wash my dishes. The student in the green sweater, Zamda, helped me harvest beans that day.

A strawflower in my garden-it closes tightly if theer is any rain, and opens only when its sunny. When you touch it, it feels like straw(completley dried)

Apparently you can eat both the flowers and leaves of these flowers-which are taking over my fence(pretty, huh?)

Issa and Willi, 2 months after being in an orphanage. Issa has gained weight-he is 5. willi is 3 and is now smiling!!! No scabies, no worms, no cough...big bellies and they are speaking in Kiswahili now(instead of their tribal language) I full out cried when I saw how well they were doing. It was a 180 degree difference-they were different children than the ones that I had brought in 2 months earlier.

Fish out of water?

A students at a performance for visitors at a primary school.

The 'dance team' at the primary school. They all walked to school on a Sunday afternoon (their only day of 'rest')...some about 2.5 hours.....just to dance in their leaf skirts

The little girl in the middle couldn't get it quite right....I think she is trying to 'earn' her leaf skirt. the whole performance, she was a couple steps behind the other girls, but she always looked so determined and focused.


Blogger Mom Knight said...

Great pictures, Jenny. They really help to tell the story. You will be forever changed by this experience...Can't wait to talk to you next month.

9:59 AM  
Blogger Mom Knight said...

GREAT pictures, Jenny. It looks like you are such an important part of the community over there. I can't WAIT to see you and Geoff and hear all about your adventures!!!

8:24 PM  
Blogger rh4ku said...

Hi Jenny, i don't know if you remember me but you use to babysit me i heard you are coming home for the holidays.Alot has changed my guinea pig died we got a kitten well technically she is a cat now were almost finished with are new house .how is baily and herby and uh uh binky.sounds like its pretty bad over there but your still see the good in it.hope to see or here from you soon!
Love, rachel

11:25 AM  

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