We arrived in Tanzania a year ago carrying little but warm-weather clothes, research materials, a few items for the kitchen and a passel of books. We lucked out with a rented house that is open, airy, congenial to good times and soon managed to stock it with enough creature comforts to make it seem like a real home. We were totally lucky in having the year sprinkled with dear friends who come out to see us followed by beloved family members who came out in June along with Erica and Nathan brightening up the place periodically all year long.
Later this month we’ll be making a two-week return to the US. We’ll be in Columbus, OH, from the 19th to the 26th and then we’ll spend a week in the DC, PA, and VA area before coming back to Morogoro on September 4. It will be great to see our much-missed friends in Columbus again and spend time with family scattered here and there. All that and Graeter’s ice cream!! Yes, I’m really looking forward to this.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Family Visit!
Six siblings and spouses, Martha, Clair, Jim, Ann, Duane and Ruth came out from North Carolina, Virginia, and Pennsylvania earlier this month for two weeks in Tanzania. Nathan, Erica, Dave and I drove 8 hours up from Morogoro to Arusha and met them at the Kilimanjaro International Airport in northern Tanzania. It was almost unbelievable that evening to see them coming through customs and immigration at the airport, waving to us. How great was that! All these dear family members taking the time out their busy schedules to come and spend some time with us -- bless you all!
We stayed at a hostel in Moshi that night and the next morning we went up to Machame Gate on Mt. Kilimanjaro and spent some time on the side of that great mountain, looking at birds, drinking tea and watching as hikers began their ascent to the top. Then we went on to Arusha where the Mennonite Central Committee has its offices. We met with MCC’ers there, looked at an agricultural test project and had dinner together with them that evening.
The next day the ten of us left Arusha and started a four-day “safari” in the greater Serengeti area. We went first to Lake Manyara National Park which has a lot of birds plus elephants, giraffes, hippos and other animals. After that we kept heading west, ascending the great East African Rift Valley Wall into the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. We spent two days there, including descending to the floor of Ngorongoro Crater, a twelve-mile wide collapsed volcano where there are lions, black rhinos, elephants, wildebeests, ostriches, African buffaloes, cheetahs, hyenas and, well, pretty much everything except giraffes. That was awe-inspiring. Here’s our bunch at the top of the Crater:
From there we headed back southeast to Tarangire National Park which is, in my estimation, the best national park in all of Africa. It's peppered with baobab trees and has all the big animals, including giraffes. We stayed at the Tarangire Lodge which perches on a high bluff overlooking the Tarangire River where animals of all kinds come to drink. Here we are looking out over the river plain:
And here’s what we’re looking at:
From there we drove back to Morogoro via Babati and Singida and spent the next five days here, exploring the town, visiting Dave’s project at Sokoine University and spending one afternoon at Mzumbe Secondary School with Erica and Nathan having a Q and A with students. Here we are with the pastor’s family and a few other members of Morogoro Mennonite Church:
From Morogoro we went to Bagamoyo on the Indian Ocean for two relaxing days, staying in thatched-roof bandas by the sea.
After all that it was time to head to the Dar es Salaam airport which was the least fun part of the trip. But it left me glad all over again to have a great family, flexible and ready to try out anything new, in addition to being among the most fun people that I know and all around great companions in travel or just sitting around talking and laughing up a storm! And those of you who couldn’t make it this trip, come on out anytime!
We stayed at a hostel in Moshi that night and the next morning we went up to Machame Gate on Mt. Kilimanjaro and spent some time on the side of that great mountain, looking at birds, drinking tea and watching as hikers began their ascent to the top. Then we went on to Arusha where the Mennonite Central Committee has its offices. We met with MCC’ers there, looked at an agricultural test project and had dinner together with them that evening.
The next day the ten of us left Arusha and started a four-day “safari” in the greater Serengeti area. We went first to Lake Manyara National Park which has a lot of birds plus elephants, giraffes, hippos and other animals. After that we kept heading west, ascending the great East African Rift Valley Wall into the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. We spent two days there, including descending to the floor of Ngorongoro Crater, a twelve-mile wide collapsed volcano where there are lions, black rhinos, elephants, wildebeests, ostriches, African buffaloes, cheetahs, hyenas and, well, pretty much everything except giraffes. That was awe-inspiring. Here’s our bunch at the top of the Crater:
From there we headed back southeast to Tarangire National Park which is, in my estimation, the best national park in all of Africa. It's peppered with baobab trees and has all the big animals, including giraffes. We stayed at the Tarangire Lodge which perches on a high bluff overlooking the Tarangire River where animals of all kinds come to drink. Here we are looking out over the river plain:
And here’s what we’re looking at:
From there we drove back to Morogoro via Babati and Singida and spent the next five days here, exploring the town, visiting Dave’s project at Sokoine University and spending one afternoon at Mzumbe Secondary School with Erica and Nathan having a Q and A with students. Here we are with the pastor’s family and a few other members of Morogoro Mennonite Church:
From Morogoro we went to Bagamoyo on the Indian Ocean for two relaxing days, staying in thatched-roof bandas by the sea.
After all that it was time to head to the Dar es Salaam airport which was the least fun part of the trip. But it left me glad all over again to have a great family, flexible and ready to try out anything new, in addition to being among the most fun people that I know and all around great companions in travel or just sitting around talking and laughing up a storm! And those of you who couldn’t make it this trip, come on out anytime!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Educating Boys
Students in Tanzania can go through six years of primary school without paying fees but they have to pay for secondary school. Those fees are about $70 a year and for some students and their families that is more money than they have ever seen.
Let me tell you what this means in real life. We know a student – I’ll call him Thomas – who was born in a rural area about four hundred miles north of here. His family had very little money and, from the day that Thomas could toddle around, he helped in the fields around their home. His parents had never gone to school and they didn’t encourage him to go, either.
Thomas’s older brother never spent a day in the classroom. But Thomas yearned to study and he managed to get to primary school on his own for six years. With the help of some teachers he did exceedingly well. So well, in fact, that when he took the national exams at the end of his sixth year he was one of the few bright students who qualified to come to Mzumbe Secondary School, a select boarding school near us. A kind soul gave Thomas the money to come here alone on the bus but he’s never been home since because he has no money: zero, zilch, nada. Over every school break, including Christmas, he stays in the dormitory and keeps studying.
When secondary school students are in dire straits, they aren’t thrown out. BUT, in order to take their final exams and get a diploma, their fees have to be paid up entirely. By the end of six years, that’s over $400 dollars. Some students, like Thomas, who pass the national exams after primary school but have no way of paying for secondary school come here anyway, hoping against hope that a miracle will happen and they can pay the fees in the end. Often, even though they have top-notch grades, they have to leave without ever getting their diploma. Without that in hand, it’s very tough to get a job that pays a decent wage and, of course, they can never go to university.
Thomas wants to excel, go to university and study agriculture because he says that improved agriculture is one way to lift people like his family out of poverty. Recently, his excellent grades have declined just a little. A teacher at Mzumbe asked him about that and he told her that, with exam deadlines coming up, he thinks about that missing money all the time and then it’s hard to study. On top of this, several months ago someone from his village called the school to say that Thomas’ father died and his mother left and no one knows where she is. That news has made it harder for him to study, too, he said. For a seventeen-year old boy, Thomas has a lot on his mind.
Last week, one of his teachers told him that she was going to talk to some friends of hers who might be able to pay his school fees. She wasn’t sure, she said, and she didn’t want to promise anything but she was going to try. Now, despite everything, Thomas has a sunny disposition that belies his life circumstances and he is usually smiling and upbeat. But, when his teacher gave him this news he became visibly sober. “I hope that your friends can pay this money,” he said quietly, “because, if it is paid, it may help take away this great sadness that I feel.”
There are a lot of promising students like Thomas at Mzumbe Secondary School. We’re going to pay his school fees and the fees of a few others, too. I wish we could pay them all. These students just may make it to university so we are working to line up a laptop that they can access and learn how to use. To date, their only experience with computers has been by reading an ancient computer textbook. But, with a diploma and good computer skills, I think they can go very far.
Let me tell you what this means in real life. We know a student – I’ll call him Thomas – who was born in a rural area about four hundred miles north of here. His family had very little money and, from the day that Thomas could toddle around, he helped in the fields around their home. His parents had never gone to school and they didn’t encourage him to go, either.
Thomas’s older brother never spent a day in the classroom. But Thomas yearned to study and he managed to get to primary school on his own for six years. With the help of some teachers he did exceedingly well. So well, in fact, that when he took the national exams at the end of his sixth year he was one of the few bright students who qualified to come to Mzumbe Secondary School, a select boarding school near us. A kind soul gave Thomas the money to come here alone on the bus but he’s never been home since because he has no money: zero, zilch, nada. Over every school break, including Christmas, he stays in the dormitory and keeps studying.
When secondary school students are in dire straits, they aren’t thrown out. BUT, in order to take their final exams and get a diploma, their fees have to be paid up entirely. By the end of six years, that’s over $400 dollars. Some students, like Thomas, who pass the national exams after primary school but have no way of paying for secondary school come here anyway, hoping against hope that a miracle will happen and they can pay the fees in the end. Often, even though they have top-notch grades, they have to leave without ever getting their diploma. Without that in hand, it’s very tough to get a job that pays a decent wage and, of course, they can never go to university.
Thomas wants to excel, go to university and study agriculture because he says that improved agriculture is one way to lift people like his family out of poverty. Recently, his excellent grades have declined just a little. A teacher at Mzumbe asked him about that and he told her that, with exam deadlines coming up, he thinks about that missing money all the time and then it’s hard to study. On top of this, several months ago someone from his village called the school to say that Thomas’ father died and his mother left and no one knows where she is. That news has made it harder for him to study, too, he said. For a seventeen-year old boy, Thomas has a lot on his mind.
Last week, one of his teachers told him that she was going to talk to some friends of hers who might be able to pay his school fees. She wasn’t sure, she said, and she didn’t want to promise anything but she was going to try. Now, despite everything, Thomas has a sunny disposition that belies his life circumstances and he is usually smiling and upbeat. But, when his teacher gave him this news he became visibly sober. “I hope that your friends can pay this money,” he said quietly, “because, if it is paid, it may help take away this great sadness that I feel.”
There are a lot of promising students like Thomas at Mzumbe Secondary School. We’re going to pay his school fees and the fees of a few others, too. I wish we could pay them all. These students just may make it to university so we are working to line up a laptop that they can access and learn how to use. To date, their only experience with computers has been by reading an ancient computer textbook. But, with a diploma and good computer skills, I think they can go very far.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Since my post on March 9, “Building a Church in Morogoro,” the walls have gone up. From no walls then:
or plastic tarp for walls: (yes, that's me up there in the front row)
to this, last Sunday, as Pastor Michael Lubingu gives a final charge after the service to the congregation outside as the children’s choir strives mightily to hold still and stop talking to each other!
On Sunday, several members of the church staff told us touchingly that, with the walls up, they were gathered in the church office last Friday afternoon trying to figure out how to stretch the budget to get the cement they need for a floor. Right at that moment, an email came in to the office with news of another outside donor making a contribution that will help cover much of the cost of that cement. “Next Sunday,” they said, “that floor will be down!” I’ve seldom seen people so jubilant! Windows and doors are next on the wish list. Yeah, the days of chickens wandering through our church on Sunday morning may soon be over.
or plastic tarp for walls: (yes, that's me up there in the front row)
to this, last Sunday, as Pastor Michael Lubingu gives a final charge after the service to the congregation outside as the children’s choir strives mightily to hold still and stop talking to each other!
On Sunday, several members of the church staff told us touchingly that, with the walls up, they were gathered in the church office last Friday afternoon trying to figure out how to stretch the budget to get the cement they need for a floor. Right at that moment, an email came in to the office with news of another outside donor making a contribution that will help cover much of the cost of that cement. “Next Sunday,” they said, “that floor will be down!” I’ve seldom seen people so jubilant! Windows and doors are next on the wish list. Yeah, the days of chickens wandering through our church on Sunday morning may soon be over.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Toward a Malaria-free World
Two cheers for recent malaria trials in Tanzania that show reductions in the incidence of childhood malaria. Just two cheers, though, because this vaccine, directed against parasites, is only half as effective as vaccines against viruses: about a fifty percent efficacy rate compared to ninety-plus percent.
Still, it’s the first time we’ve had a vaccine this effective against a disease caused by parasites and it is a promising push against malaria’s grim statistics. Around the world, malaria hits millions of people and kills nearly a million annually. Most of these are young children and pregnant women. In Tanzania alone, over twenty thousand people die of malaria every year. It’s the number one cause of death for children under the age of five.
Eradicating malaria once seemed well-nigh impossible. The vaccines we are familiar with (for measles, mumps, rubella, etc.), are directed against viruses that are simple organisms compared to parasites. Malaria is carried by a complicated mosquito-borne parasite that morphs into different forms in the human body so a vaccine has to be pretty adept to destroy it all. This ghastly-looking creature has already sucked blood out of someone with malaria so, if she bites you next, you might get malaria:
Twenty-five years ago, the big pharmaceutical company GlaxoSmithKline put money into research on a malaria vaccine for adults with the idea of selling it to the Department of Defense for military personnel. They couldn’t produce a vaccine for adults but some of their scientists concluded that the results were promising for a vaccine directed at children.
But Glaxo was unwilling to put up money for further research since the market for a vaccine for children was not the well-funded US Defense Department but poor countries unable to pay high prices. Several years ago this came to the attention of the Bill and Malinda Gates Foundation which donated the money to fund clinical trials for 15,000 children in Tanzania and six other countries in sub-Saharan Africa. The result is an efficacy rate of fifty-seven percent in cases of severe malaria in children between the ages of five and seventeen months old.
More trials are needed over the next two years to find out how long this protection lasts. These trials will involve studying the efficacy of booster shots and continued monitoring to establish the extent of side effects. If all goes well, a vaccine for children could be in the field by 2015.
If that happens, there will be a scramble in Africa to find money to buy Glaxo’s malaria vaccine. Health budgets in sub-Saharan Africa are already strained and Glaxo will not subsidize this vaccine with profits from its lucrative drugs. So, international donors and health care systems in poor countries will have to find additional resources to buy this vaccine as part of a slow but steady world-wide campaign to keep pressing in on malaria’s deadly borders.
Still, it’s the first time we’ve had a vaccine this effective against a disease caused by parasites and it is a promising push against malaria’s grim statistics. Around the world, malaria hits millions of people and kills nearly a million annually. Most of these are young children and pregnant women. In Tanzania alone, over twenty thousand people die of malaria every year. It’s the number one cause of death for children under the age of five.
Eradicating malaria once seemed well-nigh impossible. The vaccines we are familiar with (for measles, mumps, rubella, etc.), are directed against viruses that are simple organisms compared to parasites. Malaria is carried by a complicated mosquito-borne parasite that morphs into different forms in the human body so a vaccine has to be pretty adept to destroy it all. This ghastly-looking creature has already sucked blood out of someone with malaria so, if she bites you next, you might get malaria:
Twenty-five years ago, the big pharmaceutical company GlaxoSmithKline put money into research on a malaria vaccine for adults with the idea of selling it to the Department of Defense for military personnel. They couldn’t produce a vaccine for adults but some of their scientists concluded that the results were promising for a vaccine directed at children.
But Glaxo was unwilling to put up money for further research since the market for a vaccine for children was not the well-funded US Defense Department but poor countries unable to pay high prices. Several years ago this came to the attention of the Bill and Malinda Gates Foundation which donated the money to fund clinical trials for 15,000 children in Tanzania and six other countries in sub-Saharan Africa. The result is an efficacy rate of fifty-seven percent in cases of severe malaria in children between the ages of five and seventeen months old.
More trials are needed over the next two years to find out how long this protection lasts. These trials will involve studying the efficacy of booster shots and continued monitoring to establish the extent of side effects. If all goes well, a vaccine for children could be in the field by 2015.
If that happens, there will be a scramble in Africa to find money to buy Glaxo’s malaria vaccine. Health budgets in sub-Saharan Africa are already strained and Glaxo will not subsidize this vaccine with profits from its lucrative drugs. So, international donors and health care systems in poor countries will have to find additional resources to buy this vaccine as part of a slow but steady world-wide campaign to keep pressing in on malaria’s deadly borders.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Building a Church in Morogoro
Here’s a little story from Morogoro town about an unusual way to build a church. A bit of context first – about eighty years ago Mennonites from North American came to northern Tanzania and built schools, hospitals, churches, and seminaries. North Americans funded and managed these small institutions for awhile but soon turned them over to Tanzanian Mennonites. The Mennonite churches thrived and now are widely known in Tanzania for supporting education and health care.
As young Tanzanian Mennonites in northern Tanzania grew into adulthood, they fanned out and settled in areas far from their homes. Because their churches supported education, many of them got university degrees and went to work in urban areas like Dar es Salaam and Dodoma. In their new environments, some of them banded together to start church communities like the ones that nurtured them in their childhood.
Morogoro, where we live, is a small town with few economic opportunities and relatively few Mennonites came here. But some time ago these few began to meet together for worship in a university classroom on Sunday morning and plan ways to build a church. Several years ago they were given the opportunity to acquire a small plot of land several kilometers from Morogoro’s town center.
That small plot of land turned out to be in a relatively impoverished area and it gave them pause to find themselves surrounded by greater poverty than most of them had personally experienced. After some reflection they decided to put their dream of a church building on hold and instead improve the lives of people around them. Their first step was to map out a radius of three kilometers around their plot of land and identify poor families in that area with the goal of providing medical, educational, and spiritual support.
They needed to put up buildings and get materials to meet this new goal. So, instead of building a church, they built a pre-school with three classrooms that meets five days a week. They built a computer lab that is connected to the Internet and they offer computer classes to young people in the area every weekend. They built a tailoring classroom and filled it with treadle sewing machines to teach young people how to sew. (Most clothes for men and women are made in tailor shops here so this is a good skill for someone who dreams of having their own small business someday). Since the city water supply is unreliable, they put up a huge water storage tank so that women and children in the community don’t have to trek far for precious water when the neighborhood pipes run dry.
But, during this time, they still didn’t have a church building so every Sunday the Mennonites in Morogoro squeezed into a preschool classroom for worship. They didn’t have housing for Pastor Michael so he and his family made their home in a small office on the church grounds.
Last year, with their programs for children and youth in place, the young church leaders marshaled their remaining resources and bought a small house near the church for the pastor. He and his family moved in right away even though it stills needs a lot of renovation.
During this time, people from the community took notice of the changes going on around them. Now, two hundred children and adults from the community come to their services. “Preach the gospel every day. Use words if you must,” goes a saying. That’s the kind of church this is.
This year, finally, the leaders in this young church resolved to work on their dream of a sanctuary large enough to hold the current congregation with room for many more – because they are definitely going to grow. Their community work now takes up a lot of their funds so this church building will be a real step of faith. The first step was to draw up a detailed budget for the sanctuary and put in the foundation. Mennonite churches in Dar es Salaam collected money for the roof that went up in January. With a roof over their heads now, they meet in that open space on Sunday morning. (It’s so open that chickens wander through during the services!) Their budget for the remaining work comes to $60,000 and it’s a pay-as-you go building. The walls are going up slowly now. They need many more walls, windows, doors, electrical work, a good floor and toilets just for the building, not to mention all the other items that a finished church needs.
It’s an inspiring young congregation. If you’d like to know more or contribute in some way, send me an email at hershberger.1@gmail.com and we can figure it out.
Here’s a photo of the front of the church. The building on the right behind the church holds the pre-school classrooms. The other building you see on the left holds the tailoring and computer classrooms and an office.
As young Tanzanian Mennonites in northern Tanzania grew into adulthood, they fanned out and settled in areas far from their homes. Because their churches supported education, many of them got university degrees and went to work in urban areas like Dar es Salaam and Dodoma. In their new environments, some of them banded together to start church communities like the ones that nurtured them in their childhood.
Morogoro, where we live, is a small town with few economic opportunities and relatively few Mennonites came here. But some time ago these few began to meet together for worship in a university classroom on Sunday morning and plan ways to build a church. Several years ago they were given the opportunity to acquire a small plot of land several kilometers from Morogoro’s town center.
That small plot of land turned out to be in a relatively impoverished area and it gave them pause to find themselves surrounded by greater poverty than most of them had personally experienced. After some reflection they decided to put their dream of a church building on hold and instead improve the lives of people around them. Their first step was to map out a radius of three kilometers around their plot of land and identify poor families in that area with the goal of providing medical, educational, and spiritual support.
They needed to put up buildings and get materials to meet this new goal. So, instead of building a church, they built a pre-school with three classrooms that meets five days a week. They built a computer lab that is connected to the Internet and they offer computer classes to young people in the area every weekend. They built a tailoring classroom and filled it with treadle sewing machines to teach young people how to sew. (Most clothes for men and women are made in tailor shops here so this is a good skill for someone who dreams of having their own small business someday). Since the city water supply is unreliable, they put up a huge water storage tank so that women and children in the community don’t have to trek far for precious water when the neighborhood pipes run dry.
But, during this time, they still didn’t have a church building so every Sunday the Mennonites in Morogoro squeezed into a preschool classroom for worship. They didn’t have housing for Pastor Michael so he and his family made their home in a small office on the church grounds.
Last year, with their programs for children and youth in place, the young church leaders marshaled their remaining resources and bought a small house near the church for the pastor. He and his family moved in right away even though it stills needs a lot of renovation.
During this time, people from the community took notice of the changes going on around them. Now, two hundred children and adults from the community come to their services. “Preach the gospel every day. Use words if you must,” goes a saying. That’s the kind of church this is.
This year, finally, the leaders in this young church resolved to work on their dream of a sanctuary large enough to hold the current congregation with room for many more – because they are definitely going to grow. Their community work now takes up a lot of their funds so this church building will be a real step of faith. The first step was to draw up a detailed budget for the sanctuary and put in the foundation. Mennonite churches in Dar es Salaam collected money for the roof that went up in January. With a roof over their heads now, they meet in that open space on Sunday morning. (It’s so open that chickens wander through during the services!) Their budget for the remaining work comes to $60,000 and it’s a pay-as-you go building. The walls are going up slowly now. They need many more walls, windows, doors, electrical work, a good floor and toilets just for the building, not to mention all the other items that a finished church needs.
It’s an inspiring young congregation. If you’d like to know more or contribute in some way, send me an email at hershberger.1@gmail.com and we can figure it out.
Here’s a photo of the front of the church. The building on the right behind the church holds the pre-school classrooms. The other building you see on the left holds the tailoring and computer classrooms and an office.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Educating Girls
Educating children is a major factor in raising standards of living around the world and returns for educating girls are especially significant. Women with a primary or secondary school education have lower maternal and infant mortality rates. Their incomes are higher which is good for their children because studies have shown that resources that women control are directed more to helping the family than are the resources that men control. When women are educated, they are more likely to invest in their own children’s health and education. Girls and women who have an education are more likely to stand up for themselves and take control of their lives and are less likely to have HIV/AIDS, for example.
In this context, it was touching to hear about girls from secondary schools in Muheza District in northeastern Tanzania appealing to the government to build a boarding school for them. They would rather be in boarding schools than live in their homes and villages, they said, because they were given little time to study at home and sometimes they faced pressure from male teachers in their day schools.
These are girls who have passed the exam to enter secondary school (grades 8 through 12), a remarkable feat considering that local primary schools often lack teachers and materials for entire areas of study. Primary school students sometimes are offered no instruction in math and other subjects for several years. Following the seventh grade then, they take a national test which covers all subjects, even the areas in which they have had no classroom instruction. The relative few who pass this test go on to secondary schools and it is girls in this category who are imploring the government to build another boarding school in their area.
It’s not hard to see why these bright girls want to leave their villages and homes to stay for months on end at remote secondary boarding schools renown for rules and discipline. We just want to study, they said, and it’s impossible to do that when family or relatives insist that we carry water, wash clothes, prepare food, and help in the family gardens from the time we get home until it is dark and the family is ready for bed. “I live with my aunt,” one said, “and she is very strict about house chores and makes sure I’m the one in charge at home after school.”
Moreover, in day schools, the line between the haves and the have-nots is stark. Sometimes the students are divided between those who can afford lunch and those who cannot. It’s not a “healthy situation,” one teacher said regretfully, “to see one student having something to eat while the others cannot.” So, they divide the students so that hungry students can’t see the others eating. In government-run boarding schools, there’s a better solution: everybody eats together in the cafeteria and the chores that students have to do allow them enough time to study every day.
In addition, the students said that girls’ boarding schools, where women fill more administrative roles, offer protection against predatory teachers. Sometimes male teachers in their local schools harass them, the girls said, and they were afraid to report it because the teacher would face no consequences and might flunk them. One girl was afraid to report a teacher “who often punishes her for making the slightest mistake after a failed attempt to score with her.” The irony of this is that a female student who becomes pregnant is automatically expelled from Tanzania’s schools.
Good for these girls. With the help of sympathetic teachers they got their story into the national papers here, no small feat given that they are rural girls in a remote area. Their region has only one boarding school for girls which is a pittance compared to what is needed.
I once visited the dormitory of a girls’ boarding school in Tanzania. The room was large and filled with bunk beds with a narrow space between them. The only personal space for each girl was the area on top of her single bunk bed. For most of them, I’m sure, it was the most personal space they had ever had in their fifteen years of living. It almost broke my heart to see how carefully each of them arranged that precious space. Each bed was neatly made and on top of each thin bedspread were keepsakes and mementos: a letter, a card, a book, a few hand-sewn crafts, a notepad and pen. That’s another reason a girl might want to go to a boarding school; a chance to have even a very small piece of a room of her own.
In this context, it was touching to hear about girls from secondary schools in Muheza District in northeastern Tanzania appealing to the government to build a boarding school for them. They would rather be in boarding schools than live in their homes and villages, they said, because they were given little time to study at home and sometimes they faced pressure from male teachers in their day schools.
These are girls who have passed the exam to enter secondary school (grades 8 through 12), a remarkable feat considering that local primary schools often lack teachers and materials for entire areas of study. Primary school students sometimes are offered no instruction in math and other subjects for several years. Following the seventh grade then, they take a national test which covers all subjects, even the areas in which they have had no classroom instruction. The relative few who pass this test go on to secondary schools and it is girls in this category who are imploring the government to build another boarding school in their area.
It’s not hard to see why these bright girls want to leave their villages and homes to stay for months on end at remote secondary boarding schools renown for rules and discipline. We just want to study, they said, and it’s impossible to do that when family or relatives insist that we carry water, wash clothes, prepare food, and help in the family gardens from the time we get home until it is dark and the family is ready for bed. “I live with my aunt,” one said, “and she is very strict about house chores and makes sure I’m the one in charge at home after school.”
Moreover, in day schools, the line between the haves and the have-nots is stark. Sometimes the students are divided between those who can afford lunch and those who cannot. It’s not a “healthy situation,” one teacher said regretfully, “to see one student having something to eat while the others cannot.” So, they divide the students so that hungry students can’t see the others eating. In government-run boarding schools, there’s a better solution: everybody eats together in the cafeteria and the chores that students have to do allow them enough time to study every day.
In addition, the students said that girls’ boarding schools, where women fill more administrative roles, offer protection against predatory teachers. Sometimes male teachers in their local schools harass them, the girls said, and they were afraid to report it because the teacher would face no consequences and might flunk them. One girl was afraid to report a teacher “who often punishes her for making the slightest mistake after a failed attempt to score with her.” The irony of this is that a female student who becomes pregnant is automatically expelled from Tanzania’s schools.
Good for these girls. With the help of sympathetic teachers they got their story into the national papers here, no small feat given that they are rural girls in a remote area. Their region has only one boarding school for girls which is a pittance compared to what is needed.
I once visited the dormitory of a girls’ boarding school in Tanzania. The room was large and filled with bunk beds with a narrow space between them. The only personal space for each girl was the area on top of her single bunk bed. For most of them, I’m sure, it was the most personal space they had ever had in their fifteen years of living. It almost broke my heart to see how carefully each of them arranged that precious space. Each bed was neatly made and on top of each thin bedspread were keepsakes and mementos: a letter, a card, a book, a few hand-sewn crafts, a notepad and pen. That’s another reason a girl might want to go to a boarding school; a chance to have even a very small piece of a room of her own.
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