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Friday, 13 August 2010

Kifaru Latrining

The first two weeks at placement have both flown and crawled by, somehow. Our time is mainly spent teaching kids first aid in a haze of English, Swahili and sign language, cooking up a storm over a kerosene stove, and creating Grammy-worthy songs both to use in class and to entertain ourselves in the evenings. Latrines are always a fun experience as well, our thighs have never been stronger from all this squatting. Chickens stroll into classrooms, bats fly into our bedroom and our bread got invaded by ants. C'est la vie, there are more reasons to laugh than to cry and we're all having such an amazing experience. It gets so dark so quickly here, and with the two hours of time difference, it's always funny to think we're in bed by 9pm GMT.
Things at Kifaru Sekondari Schule have been eventful, but we're powering through, working hard and enjoying ourselves. The school day is intense to say the least; the students are up by 6am, assembly at 7.15am, lessons 7.30am - 10.10am and then a chai break. Lessons continue at 10.40am - 2.10pm when they stop for lunch - usually ugali, an odd African porridge made from maize flour that is really satisfying as long as you eat it with something tasty. Then they have private study 3pm - 5pm, another assembly at 6pm, preparation or religion on Fridays from 7.30pm after their dinner and more studying until around 10pm. Sometimes they fit a few football matches in as well. Their stamina is remarkable; if ugali produces this kind of energy, I'm definitely taking up an offer I've had for African cooking lessons.
Our students are fiercely intelligent, always asking questions (on every subject under the sun as well as all things first aid). On two occasions, they've seen members of FAA in action when a pupil was taken ill. It really made a difference to the atmosphere in our classrooms - everyone suddenly seemed so much more keen to learn after understanding the importance of what we can do and what they can do if they try hard in our lessons.
Coming back to Moshi at the weekends is almost like coming home to a family, it's always so good to see the rest of the group and find out the happenings of all the different placements throughout the week. Most of TG3 are heading out on safari this weekend, early tomorrow morning until Sunday night. We'll be visiting the Ngorongoro National Park and Lake Manyara, and everyone's very excited about seeing some kind of real life lived out version of 'The Lion King'. Or maybe that's just me - we might see elephants and rhinos and giraffes, but personally, I won't be satisfied until I see a monkey hold a lion cub up over all the animals of the plains.
More next week, when we have a bit more time to plan the post-placement trip to Zanzibar. I'll be seeing in my twenties on 31st, hopefully on a beach with a cocktail after saying goodbye to Kifaru. Two more weeks to teach them all we can. And to find somewhere safer to keep the bread....

Friday, 30 July 2010

Hi Everyone,

Firstly apologies for the lack of blogging! I spent 20 mins last week writing a post, then the internet crashed! Oh how i love Tanzanian internet!

Today marked the end of TG4's time in schools and the start of a new adventure, either in Zanzibar or up Mt Kilimanjaro!! I am taking the easy option and heading to Zanzibar with most of TG4.

I think it is fair to say that everyone has had an awesome time in school!! I feel like I havnt been there long enough! This week has been particularly awesome, especially on Weds when we sneaked out of boarding school to head the local pub (a shed in the middle of a field behind the boy's dorms!). When we arrived we were greeted by a teacher and the schools driver!!
The following night we invited a few of the older students, and more relaxed teachers to our house for a farewell party, the Konyagi was flowing and we taught the students how to dance to Superman, YMCA and the macarena. In return we were taught to dance African style! Im sure i will be pulling out a few of the moves i learnt when i am back clubbing in England!

This week we also did our first aid assessments, and I very pleased to say that a majority of the students passed!!!

So, it is now time to carry on with our African adventure, next stop ZANZIBAR!!!

Bye! xxx

Of Rice (and beans) And Men

Mambo from Moshi! All of TG3 are here safe now after long flights, bumpy rides on Akamba buses and the deepest night's sleep of anyone's life. We're all getting along like a house on fire. Today we had a full day of first aid recapping, training and a session on becoming trainers ourselves, and how to bridge the gap between standard British first aid and how to teach it in Swahili schools to kids of any age...a lot of information but hopefully it's all going to stick.
Currently residing in the TG# boys' room with my flatmate Becki - we manned up and joined Team Testosterone in the Kilimanjaro Backpackers Hostel. True to its name, we can see the mountain from the rooftop bar. It's so much more beautiful than you can even anticipate, to see it rising out of the clouds and smog still covered in snow.
The first few days have been a bit of a culture shock and there's more to come; Moshi is a little town but urban and with some Western influence. Lots of English and lovely people. Learning Swahili little by little and we're having lessons from team leader Fiona tomorrow as well. Apparently there are about 14 ways to greet someone...hopefully we can get a grasp on the basics at least. I'm all over 'yes', 'no', 'thank you' and 'white man' but it might take a bit more than that to teach kids how to treat an open fracture or a compression.
We've been meeting a lot of team leaders from previous groups and several of the groups themselves are in Moshi tonight to celebrate the end of their placement. With presentations due tomorrow morning, it's needless to say, no Konyagi for us. Maybe on 27th when we finish teaching officially...
The sun is setting here and it's dinner time! We head out to our individual placements of 2 - 5 people in each school on Sunday, so I won't be back in Moshi or probably anywhere near anything resembling a computer before next weekend. Until then, kwa heri!
Fiona