Saying Goodbye

So I haven’t had a ton of entries about my regular work schedule and activities. But I had to get something in here about how thankful I have been over the past six months for an awesome team of colleagues to work with for 40 or so hours per week. I can most assuredly state that I was never bored or twiddling my thumbs, since there was always quite a bit going on. In the midst of the hectic pace, I looked forward each day to getting to spend time with some of the sharpest minds on agriculture development and food security (and nutrition!) in Tanzania. They were very generous and sent me off with some great momentos from Tanzania and many fun memories. These are a few pictures of some of my excellent coworkers to whom I have had to say goodbye (kwaheri), but they also have warmly said you are most welcome again (karibu tena). And with that I close out this time in Tanzania. It has been a good, full, enjoyable time and I am so grateful for the memories and the experiences I have had in this beautiful country.

And the Rainy Season Begins...

Given that I’m working on agricultural issues, I know it’s good to be grateful and not complain when the rains come, since they are much needed for the farmers. It’s just not always what you’d like to include on a weekend to the beach in Zanzibar. Thankfully, though, the downpours didn’t last too long each day and made for some pretty dramatic shots. All four of these pictures were taken within a 30 minute stretch of time when we were walking out on the coast during low tide. I’ll just say we got a bit wet, trying to run away from the encroaching high tide coming in and the thunderstorm blowing towards the ocean.

Smile U R in Zanzibar

On my last weekend in Tanzania, my parents managed to come up from South Africa to see my life here and enjoy a bit of time together before I leave the continent. We decided to spend the weekend in Zanzibar, where at the airport we were greeted by this shrubbery message – “Smile UR in Zanzibar”, which Mom insisted I needed to capture for posterity (there you go, Mom!). We smiled as we went to our hotel for the weekend, overlooking the sea, with towering palm trees lining the beach. We smiled as we ate the delicious buffet dinner and watched the evening entertainment – a team of 6 acrobats that did incredible stunts and flips (the grown up version of what I saw boys doing on the beach back in February. We smiled as we drank delicious tropical delights like passion fruit juice. We smiled as we swam in the very warm water. We smiled as we lounged and read through part of Cutting for Stone (a book about a hospital in Ethiopia, which brought back great memories – I highly recommend). We smiled as we walked through the narrow alleyways of historic Stone Town. Given all these fantastic times, it’s only appropriate that the SWAHILI PHRASE OF THE DAY is tulitabasamu, which means we smiled.

The Epic Journey - Part 3

We sat in Saidi's childhood home (pictured here) and talked with his family for awhile, and tried probably 7 different phone numbers to get in touch with him. Finally we get to talk to him and confirm that he is in fact in Morogoro. This city is in central Tanzania, and we were in Kwamsisi in northern Tanzania, but fortunately my driver is from Morogoro and figured we could make the trip if we left immediately. After lunch and 3 or so more hours, we arrived on the outskirts of Morogoro. We call to his sister'snumber when we're in his neighborhood, and hear he's on the way to meet us. Indeed he is, he's running down the road, so fast that his flipflop falls off. I really wish I would have had the camera out for the moment, for it was a truly a priceless image. He makes it to the car, we do introductions andhe looks at the picture and confirms, yep, it's him. So this is him at his extended family's house in Morogoro city. And here you go - Saidi Mnemba - the picture and the person reunited, and a photo of the two of us to prove that yes, I made the whole journey. It was 4:30 by this point and another few hours to drive back to Dar, but totally worth the journey. Not exactly the ending I was expecting, but an epic journey nonetheless. I’m still shaking my head, amazed that with just a picture and a name of a village, we reunited this mystery person with the photo.

The Epic Journey - Part 2

So the teacher arrives, recognizes herself in the picture (“I’m second from the right looking through the window”) and provides a very important clue to the mystery. The children did indeed love to dance. And she even seemed to remember when they danced for these visitors. But one point is very important. The girls wore the kanga around their hips. The boys wore them draped over their shoulder. Suddenly we learn that we aren't to be searching for a young woman my age, but instead a young man. Luckily the teacher has a great memory and quickly identifies, That's Saidi. He lives in Morogoro now.

I had brought two kangas to give to the young woman I was to meet. Upon learning that it's a young man, I decided on an alternate course of action. One of the kangas would go to this wise teacher. I gave her a kanga with a picture of Barack Obama (which says in Swahili, Congratulations Barack Obama!) and a map of Africa, for her to be able to hang on the classroom wall.

The teacher then took us to the house (mud brick with thatch roof) where Saidi's family lives. Saidi's mother died when he was in elementary school and his father remarried, and was then caredfor by a step mother. She was home and recognized Saidi. The grandmother came in and looked at the picture and recognized him. It was actually the grandmother's kanga that Saidi was wearing, so I decided to gift the other kanga to her.

The final group photo has the village chairman, stepmother, grandmother, me, and the teacher.