Thursday, July 24, 2014

Lucky #13

Yesterday we got our 13th foster dog from Guide Dogs for the Blind.  With a nod to my 38% Irish DNA, this big boy is named Seamus!  75 pounds and not at all fat.  He's just very tall!  Of course we already love him.
He has completed his training and is just hanging out with us until they match him with just the right visually impaired person.  When he has a match, I'll take him back for a few days for a 'guide dog refresher course' and then he'll spend a couple of weeks learning to work with his new lifetime companion!

Every time I say the name Seamus I have the urge to plan a trip to Ireland.  As Sir Ernest Shackleton's wife said, "blessed or cursed by the wander fire"! I'm not sure if this love of travel is a curse or a blessing!!!!

African Aprons

The 2nd group of Kenya Keys interns to arrive in Tanzania made a stop at a gift shop in Moshe.  One of them found a very cute apron made of bright African material.  The only problem was that there was only 1 in the gift shop and everyone wanted it; actually everyone wanted 6 or 8 (or even more) of the aprons to give as gifts.  The lone apron was purchased and brought to the little village of Taru where we would be staying.  Thus began the sage of the aprons.

There are several tailors in Taru who have small shops where they make clothes on their treadle machines.  When you have a group of 8 interns who want multiple aprons made but only have 1 apron to use as a pattern, the logistics become quite complex.  We needed to buy conga material, find a tailor to start making aprons so that we could have patterns for the others to use, always have a Kiswahili speaking person with us to explain all this, and make it clear that there was a deadline as we were leaving on a set date. Deadlines are not a normal part of the relaxed Kenyan culture! Soon our Kenya Keys directors were referring to the aprons with some trepidation.  Every time someone would bring up the ‘A word’ we would all giggle nervously! Would the aprons be finished on time?  Would they be anything like what we wanted? Were we completely overwhelming the tailors of Taru? Were the aprons distracting the interns from what they were supposed to be doing?

I’m happy to report that the aprons all got made on time.  Every intern was happy with the results. 
A tailor named Manyeso made my aprons.  
 He has only an 8th grade education and is the father to four young children.  Normally he makes school uniforms for the children of the village.  I am sure that his payment for making 20 aprons was a huge boost to his annual income.   At least that is what his smile seemed to indicate.  When we explained what we wanted, he did his calculations to figure out the price by writing on his hand. Wasting paper is not a part of their culture!  His little children gazed at the white strangers cautiously and never quite got the courage to approach us.

Hope all the people who received an apron as a gift will think of Manyese working away in his shop smiling as he worked!


Jazzy Walker

We were warned when walking in grass in Kenya to always look down because there are snakes!  One day while walking back to my room I saw movement in the grass. Normally I'm not too squeamish about snakes but I was in Africa so I looked cautiously.  No snake but a big lizard that I later learned is a chameleon!
Here are a few chameleon facts:

  • have tongues that are 1 1/2 to 2 times longer than their bodies
  • as they catch their prey the muscle on the end of the tongue makes a suction cup
  • are similar to snakes with no outer ear but they aren't totally deaf
  • have a 360 degree arc of vision and can see in 2 directions at the same time
  • can change color in as little as 20 seconds
  • the largest are 30 inches long, the one I saw was about 10 inches
  • half of all the chameleons in the world live in Madagascar
  • And they walk like this

Those guys have rhythm!  I read that they walk and even climb trees with this movement so that they appear to be like leaves!  I should have put music to the video!




Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Doors of Stonetown

When a house was built in Stonetown, traditionally the first part to be erected was the door .The greater the wealth and position of the owner of the house, the larger and more elaborately carved the door.

This owner must have been rich and prominent.
And this owner much more ordinary.
Loved the color of this one!
The arch on the top indicates that this is an Indian style door.  The heavy brass studs that poke out from the door are another indicator of the style brought from India.  The studs were to protect the house from war elephants.  Now there are no war elephants on Zanzibar so this is definitely just a style thing and probably a reminder of home in India.
                                          
This door is the entrance to the home owned by the infamous slave trader Tipu Tip who made a fortune in the slave trade, returned to Zanzibar, bought many clove plantations and built this house.
Even though he isn't an admirable person, the carving on his door is quite amazingly intricate and beautiful.
I had to zoom way in in order to see this one and it is a bit blurry but you can see the Arabic script which is probably a verse from the Koran.
I took a lot of photos of doors!  To me they are works of art and worthy of their designation as an UNESCO World Heritage site! Edidah finally told me to quit that I had enough pictures of doors!  I guess she was right!



Tuesday, July 22, 2014

From the spice farm to the slave market

After our tour of the Hakuna Matata Spice Farm we went into Stone Town, which is the old section of Zanzibar City.  For many years Zanzibar was controlled by the Sultan of Oman and for this reason the 'old town' looks very much like something from the Arabian Nights!  I was reminded of Dubai and Jerusalem and even Cairo.

This part of our day tour was quite sobering as we visited the place that was once the slave market.  Before slavery was completely stopped around 1873, Zanzibar was one of the largest slave ports in the vast Indian Ocean slave trade.  The Arab slave trade lasted for more than a millennium. Slavers hacked their way into the African interior, as far west as the Congo.  They traded, bribed chiefs, pillaged and frequently kidnapped people to meet the high demand for slaves.  The newly acquired slaves were often forced to carry ivory and other goods back to the Tanzania coast town of Bagamoyo, which is derived from the Kiswahili words 'bwaga moyo' which mean 'lay down your heart', because it was here that the slaves would abandon any remaining hope of freedom or escape.  Slaves were crammed into wooden boats headed to the slave markets in Stone Town....the place we were visiting today.

When slavery was ended missionaries bought the site of the old slave market and, with the help of freed slaves, built this Anglican Cathedral.  
The altar of the cathedral stands on the spot of the old whipping post.
The church's crucifix is made from the wood of a tree from Zambia, under which the heart of Dr. David Livingston, the initiator of the abolition of slavery, is buried.  Just so you know, the rest of Livingston's body was carried overland so that he could be taken home to England for burial in Westminster Abby.
Outside the cathedral is a pit with a stone sculpture of five slaves, tied with original iron shackles and chains.  Our dear Edidah found it all very touching and difficult to comprehend.
We were told that the slaves were kept in 15 small chambers under ground.  The chambers had low ceilings and tiny windows.  I couldn't stand up in the one we toured.  Sea water running through the damp rooms functioned as toilets.  The slaves were chained on the bare stone floors.  Many didn't survive the cramped living conditions.
The value of the slave went up the more he resisted.  Resistance indicated strength.  Also the ones who did not cry out when whipped were thought to be more valuable. Children were frequently given as a bonus to those who bought many slaves.
To fetch a higher price the slaves were cleaned, their skin oiled and then were dressed in nice cloth.  Lined up from the smallest to the tallest they had to walk through the market while the traders announced their price.  Prospective buyers had the right to inspect the physique, mouth, teeth and eyes of the slaves.
Most of the slaves who went through the Zanzibar market were sold to plantations in Indonesia and Malaysia, the Middle East or India.  Slave trade to the United States came mostly from the West Coast of Africa. 

Edidah and I had an interesting discussion about the history of slavery in my family.  My great-great grandparents owned slaves.  According to the family history, at the end of the civil war the slaves wouldn't leave the plantation because they loved my great-great grandmother so much.  In financial difficulties after the war ended, my family took some of the slaves, now free of course, with them as they moved west to settle in my hometown of Lonoke, Arkansas where my ancestors, Eliza Ann Barnhill Witherspoon and Samuel McClelland Witherspoon, were pillars of the community and founders of the Presbyterian Church I attended while growing up. 

Difficult to reconcile this with the horrors of the slave trade we learned about in Stone Town.









  



Monday, July 21, 2014

Spice of Life!

No trip to Zanzibar would be complete without a trip to a spice farm.  Zanzibar has been referred to as a part of the 'Spice Islands'.
Here are a few of the interesting spices and fruits we saw:

Durian Fruit - I had heard about Durian from our friends who lived in China.  It is just as stinky as they reported.  The smell is kind of like stinky feet or rotting fruit.  This one wasn't quite ripe so we only got to smell it.  On one of George's business trips to Singapore they had a break between meetings to sample this fruit.  Because of the smell, they enjoyed eating it outside the office building.  After smelling it I'm not sure if using the word enjoy is appropriate!
Capers -Well we thought that our guide said that these were capers!  When I looked up capers I learned that these are not the traditional capers we think of in Mediterranean cooking.  This actually is kapok, a natural fiber which is light, very buoyant, resilient, resistant to water but very flammable.  On Zanzibar it is used to stuff pillows and mattresses.  Rinda and I both thought he called it 'capers'....old ears I guess or maybe we can blame it on his Swahili accent!
                          
Jackfruit - The largest of the tree-born fruits.  They can grow to be 80 pounds in weight, 36 inches in length and 20 inches in diameter. As you can see they grow close to the trunk of the tree.  A fruit that big couldn't dangle from a branch! The taste is a sort of combination of apple, pineapple, mango and banana.
Black Pepper - I didn't realize that black pepper grows on a creeper vine that 'creeps' up on another plant. 
I really like pepper so I recognized the taste immediately!
Cloves - The King of the Spices - Zanzibar once supplied most of the world's cloves but now only 8%.  During the time when cloves were the most prevalent export of this island, it is said that the breeze carried their scent!  That would have been so pleasant!
                         
Nutmeg & Mace - Nutmeg is the stone or seed of the tree.  Mace is made from the red webbing that surrounds the brown stone.  Two spices from one tree.  This is the only tropical fruit that is the source of two different spices.  The first harvest of nutmeg trees takes place 7-9 years after planting and the trees don't reach full production for about 20 years.
And finally Vanilla Beans -  This is another creeper plant.   This type of vanilla has to be pollinated by hand. 
 
After our spice education we enjoyed some fresh coconut water and coconut slices.  Delicious!
I love our hats, purses and necklaces, all made of banana leaves.  We were jungle queens for the day!!!

   


Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Last of the Kenya Pictures

I just can't help but share of few more of the faces I love in Kenya!
 Beautiful smiles!
 He's taking over his Mom's vegetable stand for a few minutes!
She must be a 6 year old with those missing front teeth!
 Think that bicycle is big enough?

Charcoal

The last  time I went to Kenya was in 2012.  All along the highways I saw young men selling large sacks of charcoal.  I heard that the making and selling of charcoal is illegal in Kenya but this law is obviously not enforced.  
This year I noticed the piles of what appeared to be smoking dirt near the roadways.  I leaned that this is how charcoal is made.  
I don't understand all the details but I do know that making charcoal requires a good sized tree trunk which is covered over with dirt and then slowly burned with little oxygen to produce the charcoal bricks.  Because of the incessant need for fuel for cooking and the widespread use of charcoal, the land has been deforested over the last years.  One of our drivers said that he remembered being in forests in some areas just 5 years ago that are now totally treeless. The young men who make the charcoal must go many miles off the highway to find a suitable tree trunk.

This charcoal is being made on the island of Zanzibar.  In Kenya they don't use the banana leaves for side supports.


 
The huge bags sold on the side of the road can be divided into many smaller sacks of charcoal to be sold in the neighborhoods.  Great way to make a little money, even if it is terrible for the environment.  
I did a bit of research on charcoal production in Africa and found this little graphic which illustrates the problem very well. 
Doesn't it seem odd that cell phone use is widespread but they still must rely on this rather primitive and environmentally devastating fuel to cook their food?  Just one of the many troubling and frustrating aspects of life in Africa!


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Nighttime Study

If you have been reading my blog posts you have already figured out that life in rural Kenya is extremely difficult.  The poverty is widespread.  Modern conveniences unheard of.  And you probably realize that education is the only way to change things.

At the end of class 8, 8th grade as we would call it, every student in Kenya takes an exam.  All the students in Kenya are ranked...nationally ranked.  That means the students who have attended a school like this......with few if any books or supplies....are ranked with the students from the expensive private schools in Nairobi.  You can imagine how hard it is to make the necessary scores to be invited to attend a secondary school when you have attended a school in the bush.
Egu, one of the school is the area that is serviced by Kenya Keys, decided to do something to try and improve the scores of their class 8 students.  With the support of staff members and parents, during the months leading up to the exam, 8th graders can spend the night at school.  You see when they go home the majority of them have no paraffin lamps by which to study and certainly no electricity.  Because they are so near the equator it gets dark about 6:00 so studying at home is impossible.  The only requirement to participate in this nighttime study time is that each must bring the cornmeal that is made into ugali, the most common food of Kenya.  Looks like this

....and cost about $.23 a day.  If there are vegetables like cabbage they make a sort of stew that is scooped up by taking a piece of the ugali and using it like a spoon.  I'm pretty sure there is never any meat and truly not much ugali either.  Some parents can't even afford to provide this little bit of food so often students just share what they have with those who can't bring food. In past years Kenya Keys has helped those who can't afford the necessary food. The head boy keeps a careful record of who brings what and I have an idea that it all evens out in the end. 
A small overhead lamp gives a bit of light.  Sitting 6 to a desk they study on their own.  The night we visited they were preparing for a science and math exam the next day.  All were working diligently in small groups and appearing happy to explain the concepts they are studying to the white visitors.
I spent time with these three girls.  Two of them were orphans and all were the children of illiterate parents.  Their determination to succeed in school was plain to see as they tackled somewhat complicated text in English (their 3rd language) about water tables and geology.
When it is time to go to bed they sleep on reed mats on the floor.  And they do this 6 nights a week!  The photos above were made using my flash.  This shows how dark it really was....
The character of these children is inspiring and humbling!  What they are willing to do for an education is mind boggling! 

Girls in Kenya

When I think of the young girls of Kenya it seems that the deck is stacked against them.
Receiving a dowry from a prospective husband is a part of this rural Kenyan culture.  I can understand why a father with a large family of sons and daughters who is not able to adequately feed and educate all, would decide to take dowry money, remove his daughter from school even at a young age and marry her off.  I don't like it or approve of it but I do understand it. The value of educating girls is a new concept here.  Perhaps with the dowry money he can educate his sons and feed his whole family for a time.  Marriage at a young age to older men is acceptable. Only time and seeing the value an educated woman can be to society will change this deeply ingrained tradition.  And for that to happen the number of Kenyan young women staying in school must increase.  Kenya Keys is helping with that!

Also girls are expected to work hard when they do come home from school.  Cooking, fetching water, watching younger brothers and sisters, tending the garden.... all of these duties fall to the daughters leaving little time to study.

Mother Nature plays her part to make education difficult for these girls.  When there is little or no money, the purchase of sanitary products monthly is not the norm.  Also there is no trash pickup so when they do have such things, they must be burned or put into the latrine.  Often during their 'time of the month' girls simply stay home from school.  You can imagine what missing several days every month does to keeping up with course work.

Kenya Keys, with the help of several women's groups in the US, is doing something to help this last problem.  First by giving girls underwear!  Surprised me to learn that many simply don't have any.  Here interns Aly and Morgan prepare bags of undies for distribution to the schools.  A female teacher at each school has responsibility for the 'girl child' and she decides who receives each donation.  The only counsel from Kenya Keys is to give the underwear and sanitary kits to the 'poorest of the poor."
Sanitary kits that are washable are made by women's groups and carried to Kenya by the interns in their suitcases.  You can't fill up a suitcase totally with books and keep it under the 50 lb. limit imposed by the airlines so it is nice to have these light fillers!  Some of the sanitary kits were made by a group of Mormon and Muslim women working together.  Lovely concept!

Here interns Dorothy and Alicia show the girls how to use and wash the pads.  
Notice the smile on the girl's face as Morgan and Aly show the kits to them.
I often think of how a group of American teens would react if we suggested that they use 'washable pads'!  What do you think?  Would such a gift bring the same bright smiles?  I am sure that the brightly patterned fabric of the bags to hold the supplies, as well as the pads themselves, are a part of the attraction but these Kenyan girls are desperate for anything that will help them to stay in school and receive the education that can change their lives.
Special thanks to all the women who lovingly sew these bright cheerful sanitary kits to help young women that they will never meet.  I hope the smiles on their faces are thank you enough!