Tanzania Day 15
By good luck and some creative planning today is the day we’ve squeezed in a visit to Ayalabe Primary School, supported by fund-raising from my new friend Jane Moore and her friends under the auspice of Friends-of-Tanzanian-Communities (FOTC). We are collected from the Well Share office by cab and driven just a few miles (maybe 20 minutes) along a red dirt road, past a pretty productive looking brick making factory to the school.
We are greeted by the headmaster Mr Mmbaga who is accompanied by another Mzungu (i.e. a white foreigner – a term of endearment apparently). Together we get an intro to the school and discuss the challenges an opportunities for educating the mix of children from the Yraq (farming) and Maasai (Cattle-herding) tribes that have now settled here.
We see the 2 classrooms already constructed with the support of FOTC and we have the opportunity to distribute some early-learning reading books donated by my 7-year old Niece to the youngest of the pupils, the Kindergarten class. Some have clearly never had the opportuntiy to open a picture book before. After initial shyness at having 3 Mzungu in their class we enjoy a few moments showing them how to turn the pages and describing some of the pictures to them in our broken Kiswahili. Their smiles and giggles as well as their wide eyes say it all.
Not wanting to take too much of the head teachers time, we depart for lunch at an unusually located art gallery at the edge of town. I can’t help but wonder how my friend Elizabeth would react to all these bold African colors. We take some lunch and await collection by our Well Share hosts who have kindly arranged for us to hire a pretty reasonably priced mini-van to take us back into Arusha. On route to town, the driver askes if we could stop to collect his friend. Of course we say yes (there are only 2 of us in a 12 seater minibus) and we pull over to pick up a man, his bag of rice and a huge bunch of bananas. It must weigh 70 lbs. What a treat to share some time – and a couple of freshly picked bananas – with a complete stranger just trying to get home from market.
Arusha finds us staying overnight at the RAC Hotel, a budget hotel more for locals than tourists where I enjoy a long hot shower followed by a plate of chips (fries) and a beer in the bar downstairs before an early nights sleep. Tomorrow is the beginning of yet another very special journey for me into the heart of Maasai culture, staying and working at a secondary school for predominantly Maasai families. A school that due to the harsh environment struggles to provide even the most rudimentary of services to its students: a healthy environment in which learning is the priority. I am both eager to begin and anxious. I’ve seen just how difficult the conditions are for teachers and students alike. I truly hope I’ll live up to my hosts expectations: teachers who have so little, who will give up so much to give me a chance to live in their world for more than a week.






























