Showing posts with label Learning and Discovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Learning and Discovery. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

LEARNING AND DISCOVERY--THE PEOPLE OF THE HILLS REGION

I came to Africa to see the animals, 

but it is the encounters with the people that I will remember most.


I had no idea when we signed up for this OAT trip to Tanzania all that we'd see and do. Sure, the animals were the big draw. And the itinerary listed the OAT standard "A Day in the Life" experience and a visit to a school supported by the Grand Circle Foundation; but beyond that, I had no preconceptions or expectations. 

Even after our first home visit, the ride in a tuk-tuk, and taste-testing local banana beer, I wasn't prepared for all the different opportunities for learning and discovery that awaited us every single day. For example: on Day 2 of the Hills of Kilimanjaro pre-trip, we were given the opportunity to visit a local medical clinic located near our tented camp. It was an optional, free time activity, so not all of us chose to partake. But I did, along with four others.

Along the way to the clinic I commented on three young girls I saw carrying large bundles of sticks on their backs. "Do you want to try that?" asked Lenny, our Trip Leader. "Of course," was my immediate and enthusiastic reply. This was the first "Stop the Land Cruiser" moment. (There would be more.)

View the following photos that tell the rest of the story.


This first photo was actually taken after I had tried carrying the load of firewood. 
As you can see, each of the girls has a bottle of water as a 'gratuity' for allowing us to take pictures and engage with them.

This is/was an on-going personal concern about how to engage with the locals without 1. My feeling like a voyeur, and 2. Their feeling like an animal on display. To allay at least part of those concerns I assumed that the people involved in these 'Learning and Discovery' encounters were compensated, but I didn't know how and/or when.

Judging by their height, these girls are probably 8-10 years old.
And despite their shaved heads, which to Western eyes may suggest they are boys,
 we learned that only girls gather wood. In fact, as we would later learn,
 girls and women do all of the labor intensive domestic work of maintaining a family/village.
Girls are often promised in marriage long before they are of age, 

and according to our Trip Leader, they often wear a single white beaded necklace 
as an indication that they have been spoken for.  
Marrying girls in exchange for cows or money is still being practiced, 
and Tanzania has one of the highest percentage of child brides in the world. 
Almost two out of five girls in Tanzania are married before their 18th birthday. 

Unlike the girls who take these bundles on and off by themselves, I needed the help of Lenny to lift mine up and onto my back. 
I guessed the bundle itself to weigh about 30#, which equaled the weight of my safari duffel. 
I knew could lift that, but getting this bundle of sticks onto my back 
and the head strap across the top of my head proved more difficult that I imagined. 

Look closely and you can see the girls giggling at my awkward attempt.

Notice the machete stuck diagonally through the bundle of sticks.
Not until later when I looked at this photo did I realize it was there.

Oh My Goodness! This is really heavy!

Walking proved difficult, too. I tried leaning forward to compensate
for the weight on my back, but I am sure that after a few yards,
my lower back would be screaming.
And watching the girls, I could see they were able to stand pretty much erect.

Even Sylvester, the Kambi Ya Tembo camp manager who served as our local guide today, took a turn at carrying a bundle. 
There was definitely lots of Learning and Discovery going on! 

Notice the machete now in my right hand. I'm ready to go to work.


In addition to my own memory and notes I took, I used the following resources for the verification of facts and elaboration of content for the above section.


Next Stop--the Clinic


Or, so I thought. Before going to the clinic, we visited Olmoti Primary School which is part of the growing Olmoti Community Center. It was Sunday, so no students were present, but we did get a chance to meet the head teacher and see the school along with the second school building under construction.

Sylvester John, the manager of the Kambi Ya Tembo Lodge where we are staying,
is also an important liaison/supporter of the clinic/school project.
Here he explains the history of the school and the neighboring clinic.

A more complete story of Olmoti School is best described in the words from their website which I include below. 



Health and Education: A Winning Combination

In seeking to improve the heath and well-being of the Olmoti population, especially women and children, Olmoti Trust recognizes the importance of making education more accessible.


​Inspired by the stories of local mothers who told Dr. Diane Raleigh in 2015 that they couldn't send their first-graders to school because the trek was too long and dangerous, Olmoti Trust built a two-room Olmoti Primary School.


The school, adding to the growing village center anchored by Olmoti Clinic and Health Center, and our staff housing, opened in July 2016. The district government has provided three teachers to meet our growing enrollment of 240 children in morning and afternoon shifts. The Maasai demonstrated their commitment not just by enrolling their children but by building the school’s latrines -- donating labor, money and valuable goats to the cause.


The school provides a crucial link for children who otherwise would miss key foundational education and fall behind their peers by the time they were big enough to walk to the nearest primary school. 


In the photo below, don't be fooled by all the shaved heads that this is a school for boys only. Both girls and boys shave their heads, so its hard to tell in this picture who's who.Typically, in the school uniforms, girls wear skirts and boys wear pants, neither of which is visible in this photo. 

Photo courtesy of https://www.olmoticlinic.org/olmoti-primary-school

Stepping inside this empty room, I could only imagine what it must be like
to teach and manage a roomful of 60-70 students, seated 3-4 to a desk.
A classroom of more than 28 was considered overload when I taught middle school.

What dreams might the children have as they gaze out these windows?


A photo collage of teaching tools and student work

Stacks of well-worn student composition books are stored
in the teachers' office.

The photo below is a formal picture of the teacher who we met during our impromptu visit. According to Sylvester, she chose to come to this school and stays on as a teacher year after year despite the minimal pay and its remote location because she is devoted to making a difference in the lives of the students she teaches. Apparently, in other schools in similarly remote areas, it is difficult to attract and to keep teachers. Clearly, she is an exception.

Photo courtesy of https://www.olmoticlinic.org/olmoti-primary-school


Finally, the Olmoti Clinic:

The Initial Purpose of this Optional Learning and Discovery Excursion 


Mama Yaya is a Maasai midwife who, like her mother and grandmother before her, worked in this remote Olmoti region. And like her predecessors, she had a long-time dream of preventing the needless deaths of infants and mothers during childbirth. Then in 2009 she met two visiting American women, Diane Raleigh and Gloria Upchurch, who turned that dream into a reality by building a health clinic. And that was the start of something big. 

For more complete information about this amazing story, follow this link to the Olmoti Clinic website: https://www.olmoticlinic.org/story


This is the newly constructed breezeway that leads from the health clinic
to the new surgery and patient wards.

The upper photo is the new surgery and the lower photo is the view looking from the surgery to the clinic.
Note the solar panels and solar water heater on the roof.

The top photo shows the lay of the land in this remote region of northern Tanzania.
The small round huts with thatched roofs are the houses of the local Maasai people
which are typically built of mud and cow dung.
The lighter colored buildings made of cement blocks are houses for the medical and teaching staff
and are part of this growing Community Center.
One of several examination rooms in the clinic.

Another patient examination room in the clinic.

The lab in the clinic

One of several two-patient rooms in the surgery center wards.

The Health Center depends on non-profit organizations such as Vitamin Angels for many of their supplies.
According to their Facebook page, Vitamin Angels is a non-profit organization that distributes lifesaving and life changing
vitamins and minerals to children and mothers in need and has a Charity Navigator 4-star rating. https://www.vitaminangels.org/


The following is from the blog https://www.olmoticlinic.org/blog as posted on the Olmoti Clinic website. The photo and text provides an overview of the success of the clinic and the school. As witnessed during our visit in October 2018, the surgery facility and hospital wards are now open, and a second school building is under construction.  

A Village Center Emerges

March 7, 2018

By Rita Beamish

The construction of our new Health Center, with surgery facilities and wards, has been truly exciting, and an aerial view shows just how dramatically our work has changed Olmoti. Where once there was only windswept scrub, a village center has emerged. The community uses our school and clinic for meetings and organizing as well as for health needs and to educate 240 children!

The photo shows the three new buildings (under construction in this photo, but completed since) and our Olmoti clinic forming a quad in the foreground. In the background are the medical staff housing, doctor's house, teachers' housing, and on the far right our primary school!

Since this photo was taken, we saw a second school building under construction to the left of the school which is on the far right in this photo. 



As if this wasn't already enough Learning and Discovery, there still was one more encounter to meet a few of the local people before we returned to our camp for our late afternoon game drive.

But since I've gone on too long, I'll save that for my next blogpost.






Thursday, November 15, 2018

THE FOOTHILLS OF KILIMANJARO--O.A.T. PRE-TRIP: Arrival and Learning & Discovery-Part 1


OMG! AM I REALLY HERE IN AFRICA?

Doug and I have been planning this trip for eight months. It is our first OAT trip because we had to cancel another OAT trip to China and Mongolia for September 2017 after Doug's surgery and subsequent stroke. However, last February we took our first ocean cruise post-stroke to see how Doug's recovery was progressing, and he passed. So upon our return, he booked the Serengeti Tented Safari along with both the pre-trip and post-trip extensions for October of this year. And then we began the long wait.

We broke up our long trans-continental and trans-Atlantic flights with a 3-day stopover in Amsterdam, and we are glad we did. But now after an 8-hour flight from Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam, we've landed in Kilimanjaro National Airport in Tanzania, Africa and we're excited.

As per instructions, we were greeted outside customs by Lenny, our Trip Leader, and Salum, our other driver/guide for the pre-trip. We recognized the other OAT travelers by their tell-tale khaki canvas duffles and gathered together in the warm night air of Tanzania to begin our adventure. Of the 11 people on the pre-trip, all were novices to this part of Africa except one who was repeating this trip for the fourth time. Wow! It must be THAT good to repeat it four times, I thought. So bring it on!


After a 45-minute drive (on the left side of the road as they are wonky drivers like the English-LOL), we arrived at our first lodge--The House of West Kili. It is located, as you may have guessed, on the western slopes of Mt. Kilimanjaro in the small village of Lawate. 

It was dark when we arrived and we were tired as we were led to our cottages, but I remarked to myself when were given our key how appropriate it was that the couple from Walla Walla was staying in the room named Swala. It had a nice ring to it. 
(Swala, by the way, means antelope in Swahili.)


 Our room was just as I had imagined it to be. A four-poster bed with mosquito netting draped all around.


And the bathroom was enormous. But this was the beginning of remembering to brush our teeth with bottled water, a resource OAT provided for our entire 21-day trip.


Our first meal in Tanzania was back at the lodge that was set with candlelight and Maasai beaded neck rings as placemats. What a memorable welcome!


Our first African meal was vegetable soup and bread which was nothing like the Cambell's or Progresso soups I serve back home.


Upon waking in the morning, I could see where we were. Each cottage has two separate guest rooms with a common veranda, and there are a total of ten cottages. The owner, Abraham, used to be an OAT Trip Leader who, during his off-time, built this lodge to serve as a stopping point between the airport and Mt. Kilimanjaro for trips like OAT and others. Now he runs the lodge and restaurant full time.



This is the main building which holds the dining room/restaurant and a conference center.


And this is Abraham who took a liking to Doug since they are both tall. Brothers from a different mother, no doubt.



And this is Lenny, our fearless and intrepid Trip Leader. I wonder what he has in store for us.


Our first African breakfast included fruits, vegetables and pancakes that were both colorful and tasty.


After breakfast, Abraham gave us a geography and history lesson of the region. A nice feature of OAT is that the Trip Leader utilizes local experts to give lectures and briefings which supplement his own wealth of information. 


With OAT, it's all about Learning and Discovery, and we were about to find out firsthand just what that meant.


GETTING LOCAL
Home Visit

Our first of what turned out to be several home visits was not on the official itinerary of our first day in the hills of Kilimanjaro. In fact, nothing we did that first morning was in our itinerary, but this home visit set a high bar for a wealth of Learning and Discovery to come. I have to admit, however, I was not prepared to face the stark reality of the conditions in which many people live in Tanzania.  

After breakfast, Abraham took us across the street from the West Kili Lodge to meet the family who lives there. This is his neighborhood because besides owning the lodge, he lives next door with his own family. We were accompanied by another local guide who knows the family. It consists of a grandmother, her daughter, and her three grandchildren. They live in a compound of several small brick and mud huts along with their cow, goats and chickens. They have a separate fenced off area for their latrine only a short distance from the huts.

As an aside, all of these photos were taken with permission of the family. In fact, whenever we visited a family or a group of people, the guides had asked permission for us to take photographs. 
Here we are meeting the grandmother who is 75-80 years old.

This is the grandmother's cooking hut made of bricks and mud. The roof is covered with black plastic tarps and what appears to be random, loose sheets of rusty, corrugated metal. 


This is the younger grandson with the family cow which lives in this shed only feet from the family living hut.


This is his older sister who was only too happy to pose for a photo as long as I showed her the results.
It was immediately obvious that she and her brothers have seen enough cell phones to know how to scroll through the photos.


The sister and her older brother. 


Initially, the older brother was more reluctant to get his picture taken but soon decided to join in the fun. Note the hen and baby chicks in the lower left.


 With the sun beating down on the black tarps, they appear to weather and fade to create this lovely warm glow from inside the cooking hut. The only other light is from the doorway and a small window along one side.


That is except for this re-cycled and re-purposed can that's made into a kerosene lantern.


Here is the grandmother who seemed eager to show us her kitchen and all the utensils she uses. As you can see, she sits on a low wooden stool to cook at the wood and charcoal fire.


There was only room for 3-4 of us to stand in the hut to watch her demonstration.


With a telling grin on her face, the grandmother seems pleased to show us how she can whisk the contents of the pot simply by rolling the stick back and forth between her hands.




Chopping a supply of firewood is a daily chore. 



A mortar and pestle is a standard kitchen tool used to crush grains, herbs, and whatever else needs crushing.


A forked tree branch works great for moving pots on and off the fire.


This is the only window in the small cooking hut.


This is the outdoor kitchen located next to the daughter's hut.


Pots and pans dry on top of this goat shed.


With no glass in the window, cardboard boxes serve to keep out the wind, blowing dust, flying birds, and whatever else.


The nearby bushes serve to hold drying striped socks which are part of the children's school uniform.


Other pieces of the uniform hang on the clothes line. Public school uniforms are the same colors as the Tanzanian flag--blue, green, black and yellow.


Despite the spare living conditions, these potted ornamental plants suggest that people still have a need to grow plants just for their beauty.


Lace tennies atop the roof--a still life


What hopes and dreams lie in the future of this young man?



A red amaryllis was the last thing I saw as we walked along the path leaving the house.


REFLECTION: To say this home visit was sobering is an understatement. I know I have lived a privileged life being a white, educated, professional albeit retired, middle class, American woman. In fact, that was one of my concerns in traveling to Tanzania with a group of similarly privileged Americans. How do we come across to others who, as I just witnessed, have so little? 

Part of that gap was bridged by Abraham and our Trip Leader Lenny, who had clearly pre-arranged this visit, as spontaneous as it seemed to us. That they could speak Swahili with the family helped us communicate by asking and answering our questions.

But it was the smiles that bridged the remaining gap. A smile knows no language. The quiet grin on the face of the grandmother suggests how proud she was to show us her range of culinary tools. And the smiles on bright faces of the children suggest a contentment with their life because this is all they know.


In the next blog, take a ride in an authentic Tuk-Tuk and drink banana beer.