Tales of the trials and triumphs in creating Hero Home- a community centre and home for children in need in Tanzania.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Extra Motivation
Monday, July 23, 2012
At long last...
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
The Wall (not referencing Pink Floyd's Album)
So, it’s been another long haul since the last update. There are definitely updates to share but not quite as warm and fuzzy as the ones that I got to share when we were digging the well (if those were considered warm and fuzzy…). Things have been rough. I’m not trying to exaggerate or be a downer… but like I said before, you guys are along for the whole ride, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health (unless you want me to stop sending you emails.. in which case just let me know and I’ll be sure to take you off the list! No worries!! :).
As for Hero Home- well, that too is less than warm and fuzzy right now. We’ve hit a bit of a wall… but when you can’t climb over it.. and you can’t find a window to sneak in.. then you take out a sledge hammer and start making your own door! And I think that’s what we’re going to do… not literally.. no sledge hammers will be used.. but you get the idea. Apparently the Mayor of Bujashi (Bujashi is where our land is and I think he's considered like the Mayor though I don't really know) wants something. We’re not sure what he wants. We unfortunately haven’t honed our mind reading skills. But apparently until he gets what he wants, he’s decided to make things challenging for us (because building a home for 50 street kids and orphans in the middle of nowhere is not enough of a challenge on its own).
So, that was Tuesday. I forgot to mention, on Saturday, we met with our general contractor and two of the awesome well diggers. We’ve officially hired them on as full time workers! So, the GO! Team just got a little bigger. They are happy for the full time work and we’re happy to have them! They started clearing the land on Monday. They continued on Tuesday. On Wednesday and Thursday, there was a funeral in the village so they couldn’t work. Today is Friday. They went to work. However, our friend the mayor went out to the land to tell them they couldn’t work until the district office comes out on May 5th. Harrrouumpphhhfffff!!!!!!!! The Mayor has yet to call us or tell us directly that we can’t work, but I think we get the point. Where’s that sledge hammer ???? :)
Since writing this email, we've talked to the district minister. She was surprised to hear that the work wasn't going on. She told us she'll come out on May 2nd to see the land and get us a signed document allowing our work to proceed. She said she's never even talked to the Mayor. go figure!
But enough of that. On the warm fuzzy side, we had our first real soccer game with some of our street kids!!! It was awesome!!! We brought some of the street kids we play soccer with in Mwanza to Kisesa to play against the local Kisesa team. If there was ever a David and Goliath match, this was it!!! This was the type of match movies are made of! Our kids were all under 12 and we told the kisesa coach to bring his under 12 kids. He showed up with a group of giants! :) The youngest might have been 12 but the oldest was at least 15 or 16. And they had shoes.. each and everyone one of them. And we didn’t. It was definitely mismatched.. but our kids were awesome! They put on their jerseys, tied up their shorts and took to the field! Although it was a gong show getting started, once the game got underway, it was awesome! The kids played their hearts out!! We had the local drumming troupe play at the start and at half time and there was a good group of kids out to support! The last 10 minutes of the game, a huge rain storm came! We played on for a bit and then gave up and everyone ran from the field to the shelter down the street! It was a great ending to the day!! We were soaked to the bone and happy to the core! :) the kids had a lot of fun, even if we lost 4-0 (it could have been 40-0 with the size difference.. but our kids played hard right til the end!). We sat with all the players after the game.. gave out some notebooks and candy.. congratulated all of them for an excellent first match and amazing sportsmanship and then called it a day. I had supper with the mwanza kids and then we headed back to town so that they could sleep… on the street… the taking them back to the street part was definitely hard. There were only 6 street kids that came to the match.. but it was still hard to know that they weren’t going home to parents or adults to care for them… and they are awesome kids!!! Super awesome who deserve a great home! We had a great ride back on bus. They had the whole bus laughing. No one would have ever guessed that they were a bunch of “no-good street kids” (as people refer to them..). they were normal kids who were happy after getting a chance to play soccer! It was definitely a good reminder as to why Hero Home needs to happen.. despite any wall that tries to be put in our way!!
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Never doubt...
Never doubt… or if you must, doubt only so that your doubt may be proven wrong
and your gratitude amplified – me.
Yup! I just quoted myself! :) Only slightly pretentious, right? :) But it’s a lesson I’ve learned repeatedly in the last month of working on Hero Home and just thought it was worthwhile sharing with everyone.
I know this update comes a little late, but I wanted to get all my ducks in a row before emailing… and having played with the neighbours ducklings a few times, I can assure you getting ducks in a row is not an easy task! However, my ducks are finally in place and I have lots of exciting updates to share with you.
First off, if you haven’t been following the updates on facebook, let me bring you up to speed on the well progress! Last email, the amazing digging crew was still going strong digging! Since then… we hit water!!! It happened on Friday, March 2nd almost 2 weeks after the digging began. We saw a few glints of water on the Wednesday and then the guys kept digging Thursday and FRIDAY morning, there it was… all shiny and beautiful!!! It was quite an impressive site!!!! The water is super clear and not very salty (I know because I had a celebratory sip.. and it must be pretty clean because I didn’t experience any adverse effects!!) There are plenty of pictures up on our facebook page so definitely check them out!
After hitting water, the guys emptied all the water out and kept digging a bit more to ensure we had a solid water source. In the end, they reached approximately 40’8”. Pretty impressive work! On the Sunday, as planned, we had a huge celebratory feast! We killed a chicken, had spiced rice, pasta, fresh salsa, and soda. It was DELICIOUS!! Turns out one of the well diggers has also worked in a restaurant! Our lucky day!!He was a fantastic cook and it was a great way to end 2 weeks of hard work!
After reaching water, the next step was to find someone to make the cement rings to go in the well. This is was fun. Jonathan, our amazing friend and “general contractor” (our go-to guy who lives near our land and has been amazing at helping us with all the work) tried a few different contacts but all of them wanted way more money than we could afford or fathom paying for the work that needed to be done. However, we were in a bind because with the well already dug and we needed to get the rings in fast before the rains started and ruined all the hard work. After being told ridiculous prices for renting the metal frames needed to make the cement rings, we decided that we would get our own rings made and then at least, we could use them and rent them afterwards. Tabitha and I went on a mission to find some frames so that we could get some pictures and have it made. It was two long days with lots of dead ends, but in the end, we found someone with rings. He wanted over 1 million shillings to make the cement rings (over 600$). Instead, we smiled pretty and convinced him to let us take some pictures of the frames. We found a highly recommended metal “fundi” (expert) to make the metal frames. He had never done it before but was confident that he could do it. We went to town and spent a few hours finding all the supplies and then I told him all the measurements. Then I wrote out all the measurements. Then I drew a sketch with all the measurements…
Can you see where this is going? :)
So, that was Wednesday. He said he’d be done Friday. I went there on Friday with Uncle Moshi (oh yeah, uncle moshi came to visit!!) We got there and the fundi wasn’t there but the frames were.. but… the measurements were wrong!!!!!! Shocking, eh??? :) I bet you didn’t see that coming. We waited for him for a couple of hours and when he finally showed up, he regrettably informed us that he had forgotten the paper at home and called his wife to read him the measurements. She read 3’ 8” as 38” and she read 3’ 2” as 32”. Awesome. So, our frame was 6 inches shorter in diameter.. which when multiplied by pi, makes quite a difference. Frustrating! Right? We all stood around staring at it for a while. They all seemed to think they could just add on 6 inches... but they didn’t quite understand the math involved in circles and I think I was too disappointed to really be able to explain it well. I think I just shook my head a lot. In the end, we just had to accept it. In Swahili they say, “sinajinsi”… which basically translates into “I don’t have any means…” and it was true. We couldn’t afford to buy all the supplies again because they cost over 100$ and that’s a lot of money here… and even if we did buy all the stuff, it would take another 3 days at best and the rains could start any day and even after getting the frames, it still takes close to 2 weeks to make all the rings.. so time was of the essence. So, we gave up staring at it, thanked the fundi for his efforts, gave him a slight lecture on what to do in the future when he forgets measurements, and hopped into the back of pick-up tryke (motorcycle front end, pick up truck back end) and headed back to Kisesa.
Now that we had the frames, we needed to find someone to make the rings. And that was still a challenge. We talked to a couple people, all who had ridiculous prices. Finally Jonathan got in contact with a cement ring fundi (expert) that lives in the same village as our land. He said he could make the rings. (did you notice my wording… I’m sure you did). He had a good price (see where this is going?). So we negotiated a bit with him and agreed on a price. The work was to begin on Wednesday, March 14th (12 days after we finished digging). Wednesday morning he showed up. So did his friend. We were surprised, but whatever. We had already negotiated the price with him so if he wanted to bring 1 or 100 people, it was the same price as far as we were concerned. You follow, right? Well, here’s the where the story gets awesome. Within the first hour it was apparent our “fundi” had no clue what to do. Serious doubt set in. His friend did all the work and all the directing. Unfortunately, the frames were sticking and they only got 4 rings made. At 430pm, we got another pick-up tryke to come out to the land and take us and the frames back to our metal fundi. He made some repairs and we headed back out to the land to drop off the frames. I got home at 930pm. Definitely another long day…
The next day, our “fundi” came with his friend and his friend got to work. A couple hours in, our fundi said he had a funeral to go to. He needed a deposit. We paid half the money, which is standard protocol here. However, was isn’t standard protocol is saying you’re going to a funeral and then going to get sloshed on local beer, which is what he ended up doing. Awesome. Luckily for us, the friend was amazing. We were so grateful to have him!! He stayed and made 11 rings the second day, 10 rings the third day, 7 the fourth day, and even came back on the Sunday to finish up the last remaining 3. Our original fundi appeared on the last day to collect his money. He ended up keeping it and not giving it to the guy who did all the work. It sucked big time. I felt awful. Our fundi was a complete scam and the guy who did all the work got screwed over big time. Not fair. We ended up paying the real guy some money, but we have so little money to go around that we couldn’t afford to pay for the job twice… it sucked. Again, “sinajinsi”…
The awesome fundi agreed to drop the rings in the well. He came out on Wednesday of this week with his amazing crew of 5 young guys and in one day, they dropped 31 cement rings into our well!!!! It was impressive! Each ring is 38” across and 16” high and weighs over 200lbs.. but the 6 of them and our 2 diggers dropped them in to our 40’ well using homemade ropes. There are videos to come.. but basically they tied 4 ropes around the ring. The 8 of them lowered the ring into the well and then one guy would climb into the well, shimmy down the rope to the bottom and set the ring. He would then climb out and the process would start again! They were pros! It definitely wasn’t their first rodeo! Me and my bike were on site before 700am that day and I left the land at 700pm. So, it was a long day but very exciting!
Our diggers filled in the sides with sand today and yesterday and tomorrow, we should be putting the lid on. And that will be the end of the story of the well. It’s been slightly over 1 month since it began and we’re excited to be nearing the end. There were definitely days and days of doubt and frustration, but in the end, we are super grateful for all the wonderful people that have helped us make to make the well happen, both here in Tanzania and around the world!!! THANKS!!!!
So, that’s the well update. On to the next excitement that I’ve been dealing with. So, as I mentioned in last email, we started Saturday Soccer with the street kids. The first two weeks were awesome! 25-30 kids came out. We had a great time and we’re starting to get to know the kids. Week 3 there had been a ceremony at the field so we couldn’t play. Week 4 (last Saturday), Tabitha stayed out on the land to help with making the cement rings and I went to town by myself for soccer. Our numbers were lower, likely because the week before had been cancelled. However, we still had 12 little guys (10-12 yeard old) come out and we played on the full field. It was excellent… until the end. Three older boys (14-16 years old) showed up at the end while I was sitting around with the younger dudes having tea and donuts. They wanted donuts but I said our rules say that tea and donuts are for people that play. We finished up, the little kids left and the three older ones hung around. They continued to pester me until I finally gave them some donuts. Then they took off…. Any guesses of what’s coming next? While they were pestering me, 3 little guys came back to the field because I was holding one the kid’s money. Luckily, they filled me in on what happened. While one of the older kids was pestering me about donuts, the other one stole my camera. Oldest trick in the book and I feel for it. Luckily the kids came to get their money and said “teacher, they just took your camera.” So, off we went. We tried to find them.. no luck. Talked to some older street kids to start spreading the word… sat around for a bit. I shook my head some more… I think I would have had a stronger reaction but I was in a complete state of exhaustion. I had been at the site all morning helping with the rings, had biked the 10km back to the house, hoped on a bus with my tea thermos, 2 soccer balls, 25 cups, donuts, etc.. and had just spent over an hour running around in the sun playing soccer.. without having eaten anything… my brain had given up. Me and the three awesome little guys went to where all the other street kids were waiting for food. Apparently someone brings food on Saturdays. I met up with the little guys that had been playing soccer and they of course were not surprised. They all told me they older dudes were planning it. Bummer! I said they needed to tell me these things. They said they were afraid of being beaten…. Long story short (unless its too long already to be considered short), the three thieves showed up. Older street kids grabbed them and tried to make them give back the camera (a show put on for my sake, because really, they were probably more proud of them then mad at them…) and the thieves denied it. While all the commotion was going on, I got robbed again. They stole all my money, which fortunately wasn’t much more than 20$. They were nice enough to throw my licence on the ground, so when a kid picked it up and said “teacher your face is on the floor” I knew right away the money was gone. In the end, two older kids said they would get my camera back. I said great. They said how much. I said 50000Tsh (33$). They said 70000$ (47$). I said fine. I waited with a group of kids and 10 minutes later, they came back with my camera. However, I didn’t have a single shilling on me since I had just been robbed. I borrowed 33cents to make a phone call to a friend in Kisesa. He sent me money over the phone (a new fancy technology that’s all over Tanzania). I got the money, I paid for my camera and the guys took off running. Then I broke down. I think the exhaustion got up with me. I was able beg a ride on the bus after I told the driver I had been robbed, twice. Everyone on the bus knew in no time.
And when you doubt humanity, humanity gives you a reason to be grateful…. 5 different people offered me money, included an elderly grandma. No one looked at me with disdain and said I deserved or said I had lots of money so I shouldn’t care… Everyone was disappointed in “their” children since all kids are “their” kids. It was an amazing scene to balance the drama of the thefts.
But, that’s just the background info. Here’s what I really want to say. When it first happened, I was super angry. Here I was trying to help and they go and steal from me. But, the thing is, I was helping the little kids and they didn’t steal. They were super stars and told me it had happened and helped me track down the kids, even though it was potentially putting them at risk. While I was on the bus going home, and had more time to think about it all, here’s what hit me. I can be mad at the kids that stole.. but they’ve been taught to steal. It’s not even that they should know better, or have been taught better.. they’ve been taught to steal. Their education is not in a classroom or in a home, it’s on the street and that’s what the older guys on the street are teaching them. So, do I get mad at them, or do I get mad at the circumstance. At the situation? Why are they on the street in the first place? Some of them have lost their parents to AIDS and that makes it easier to understand… but the truth is a good deal of them have left their homes because they are constantly beaten by their parents and couldn’t take the abuse. So, how can I be mad at a kid who has left home because he is tired of being beaten? I have to be mad at the parents because how can you choose to bring a child into the world and then abuse him or her. It’s not right. It shouldn’t happen. But, the thing is, the parents are poorly educated. They have more kids then they can handle and contraception (thanks in part to the church) is frowned upon and people constantly quote the bible saying “god told them to make babies” (I think God would have a different message today if she saw how many people were already on the earth.. but that’s just my thoughts…). The parents themselves were raised with beatings and therefore they pass it on to their kids. And why are the parents not educated, because the entire country is living in a state of poverty… So, I can have this anger but I can’t direct it anywhere and in the end, being angry isn’t going to change the world. So, I have to let it go and used it as motivation. Motivation to work even harder to make Hero Home happen. The scary thought is that our window of opportunity is shrinking. The little guys we play soccer with are going to be big guys in no time… and if they continue to live on the street, they are going to be just like the big guys. And that’s a scary but all too possible reality. We need to make Hero Home happen as soon as possible so that we don’t lose more kids to street life…. And that’s my motivation.
So, I’m going to soccer again on Saturday. I won’t be by myself and I won’t have a camera. Hopefully the little guys will keep coming and hopefully I can get them into Hero Home before I lose them to street life. I have huge doubts. I have to doubt. But hopefully, like with the well, all my doubts will be proven wrong and I’ll be eternally grateful.
Sorry for the heavy email.
I hope everyone is doing well. I heard spring has sprung in Winnipeg! Crazy! Enjoy the warm weather!
If you’re on facebook, please LIKE our new facebook page and then you can follow along with all the updates and pictures as they get posted!
We also have some excellent videos on our youtube channel (growingopportunities) to check out:
*GO! talks to Street Kids in Mwanza
*GO! Be a Hero with your Hands (might be blocked... I have Ben Harper's "With your own two hands" song in the background. It's a perfect fit but apparently EMI music disagrees.
*GO! digs the Hero Home Well
*GO!- Westwood Collegiate Hero Month Kick Off
and of course, our website!
Peace and love,
Amanda
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
GO! hits the streets...
Feb 27, 2012
Hello!
Normally, I like to wait at least 2 weeks between updates, but there is so many exciting things going on with Hero Home, that I just couldn’t wait to share it with you. If you’re still trying to get through reading the last update, no worries, this update will be there waiting for you, whenever you get the desire!
I also had to send this update because I foolishly forgot to send my PO Box in the last email. How am I ever going to get candy without an address!!
So, just in case you get the urge, my new address is:
Amanda Furst
c/o Tabitha Martin
PO Box 11676
Mwanza
Tanzania
No pressure! Just thought I’d let you know! Also, the third reason for the early update is that I’ve created a video of some of the awesome street kids we’ve started working with. Please check out the video on youtube- GO! talks with the Street Kids of Mwanza, Tanzania and spread it around! It’s available on our website and on facebook. Please post it and help us spread the word and let everyone know why we’re doing what we’re doing!!!
So, when we left off on Feb 18th, the ground was being broken on Hero Home! Seven days later, the ground has not just been broken, our amazing well diggers (Safari, Emmanuel, and Patrick) have reached almost 30 FEET!!! It’s amazing!! I have pictures of the process up on facebook, but even the pictures don’t do justice to just how deep down they are! They are absolutely incredibly guys who work every day with such awesome energy! They are officially part of the GO! Team and we couldn’t be more thrilled! On Friday, they reached rock bottom. They had a huge rock to get through but in a day and a half of constant pounding, they were able to break it up. They’ve said the ground below the rock is moist, so we know that in no time, we’ll have WATER! It’s pretty exciting for all of us! Water really is the key to life and essential for all our future activities!
On Thursday of last week, we held a second town council meeting. Well, Tabitha and Jonathon (our general contractor) held a town council meeting. We all agreed that bringing a white girl into the meeting wouldn’t help our cause of asking for help so I went to work with the well guys and help pull up dirt and rock from the well. Although Tabitha and Jonathon already had a town council meeting last year, we needed to reconfirm our intentions and convince them to help us out with the building process. Tabitha and Jonathon did an amazing job with the 30 town council members and despite some tough questions at the start, they were able to get them all fully on board with our project! It was amazing! Tabitha is such a trooper!!! Let me tell you JUST how much of a trooper she is! On Thursday, we got up at 600am. By 715am we were out the door to bike to the land for the town council meeting. The meeting was scheduled to start at 800am but since members were coming from all different towns, the realistic start time was planned for 10am. Tabitha waited at the office and I headed out to the well. The meeting finally started at NOON, which as Tabitha says, is just BMT- Black Man Time. Tabitha did an amazing job in the meeting introducing Hero Home and explaining that the centre is not just for us but for the whole community. The sports fields are for all the kids in the community, not just our kids. We are also planning on running weekly workshops for Mamas in the community to teach health, hygiene, and even first aid. We asked that we all work together on this project as it truly is there to serve the needs of everyone. Although there was some initial resistance and a few silly questions, Tabitha pushed on and was able to get them all on board and committed to helping us make Hero Home a reality. After the meeting, all 30 people walked the 15 minutes to our land to check it out and get a general idea of where our 30 acres will be. The walk around finished at 6pm!! The meeting was supposed to start at 10, be done by 11 and then the walk around was supposed to be done by noon. BMT indeed. By this time, I had already biked back to Kisesa and was in Mwanza trying unsuccessfully to upload videos on to the internet. Tabitha left the land at 630 and not more than 5 minutes into her ride back, she got a flat tire. So, the amazing person that she is, she RAN all the way back to Kisesa with the BIKE!!!! Like I’ve mentioned, our land is about 10km from our house and the way back has 2 large hills! But, she ran all the way while pushing the bike!! Once she got home, she dropped off the bike and made her way to the main road to hop on a local bus and make her way to Mwanza to meet me. We had decided to go meet some of our future Hero Home kids who are currently living on the streets of Mwanza. We finally met up around 900pm and in less than 15 minutes, we were surrounded by 25 streets kids. It’s an incredibly hard sight. There were about 20 boys and 5 girls. Not a single kid was more than 15 years old. The youngest was 8 years old, unless you count the 10 month old baby that was being carried on the back of his 13 year old mother. The baby, sadly though not surprisingly, was the result of rape. The kids were incredible. A handful of them know Tabitha already and the ones who didn’t instantly respected her. We all sat on a street corner and chatted. We were approached by a couple of local men who wanted the kids to leave. The men were drunk and apparently they frequently beat the kids or burn them with cigarettes. It’s a horrible situation. We talked to the men and told them we would only be a while. We chatted with the kids and they were amazing. Most of them sat quietly on the sidewalk and listened to Tabitha. We wanted to organize a soccer game on Saturday and of course, all the kids were on board. Please check out the video of our first meeting and the soccer game!!! Our plan is to play soccer every Saturday in Mwanza and get to know the kids and see how we can help out, even before the centre is fully built. We left the kids around 1100pm and they went off in search of corners and doorways to sleep in. Some girls walked us to the bus stop as they were going to meet up with other girls. They told us that some of the street kids were picked up and put in a centre in town, but they were beaten in the centre so over half of them have already gone back to the streets. The girls explained that they were all beaten repeatedly at home which is why they decided to leave. No a single kid on the street is there because they would rather sleep on the street than sleep in a home with loving parents, they are there because either they don’t have parents or the parent they do have beats them so much that they sleeping on the street is a more appealing option. It’s a sad situation. In the end, Tabitha and I lucked out and got a local bus back to a town near ours and then got a ride with motorcycle taxis back to our town. We got to our town, Kisesa, at midnight and grabbed some food on the street. Neither of us had eaten since 700am when we left the house to bike out to the land. It was a ridiculously long day, and even longer for Tabitha but she’s such a trooper!!!!
It was a long, hard day but meeting up with the street kids definitely gave me the motivation I needed to keep going. It reminded me why all of this is necessary. No one should be living on the street… but I believe our world has failed if we let 8 year olds sleep on the street, especially when it is within our power to change the situation.
So, that was Thursday. Friday and Saturday we biked out to the land again and on Saturday, some of the town council men came out to mark off our land. I think they measurement skills were a little sketch, but in the end, we got a decent piece of land and on Tuesday, we will finally get the official documents for our land. Very exciting indeed! Saturday afternoon, we headed into Mwanza for our soccer game with the street kids. It was a BLAST!!! My body was exhausted from all the biking and the 12-16 hours a day we had been working, but it felt great to play! The kids were awesome!! Only a couple older boys had a bit of a temper, but the rest were just excited to play! We had a good meeting at the end and set some ground rules and mutual understanding. It went really well and we’re exciting for next week’s game to see how things progress! Yesterday, we rested! It was much needed! I washed clothes, since I hadn’t washed my clothes in well over a week and was definitely in need of some fresh t-shirts.
This week, our plan is to keep working on the well. Once we hit water, we need to make up cement rings to insert in the well and then build a cement cover for the well. We’ve decided against putting a manual pump on the well for now, as we’re hopefully electricity will reach our village by the end of the year and then we can go ahead with a motor to pump water up to a tank. We’ll see what happens!
I hope everyone is well! (no pun intended!) Thanks for the all “get better” wishes. I’m mostly better. The cough is hanging around but I’m getting used to its company! J
Take care! Peace and love!!!
Amazingamandaintanzania
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
All is WELL...
Feb 18, 2012
Hello!!!
How are you all doing? I thought, since another two weeks have passed us by, I’d bring you up to speed on all the latest developments of Hero Home!
So, where to start…. Well, first off, just to get it out of the way,… I’m sick. SHOCKING!! I KNOW! :) However, so far it’s just been a 3-day cold so nothing that a good Winnipegger can’t handle. Although, instead of calling it a cold, they should really call it a hot because I feel way more hot than cold… I think I like having a cold in Winnipeg a lot more than in the African heat. The last couple days, even my sweat has been sweating! On the upside, my voice has sounded like an 82 year old grandpa for the last 3 days. Tabitha likes it… she says it feels like there’s a man in the house. I would laugh at her, but my laugh also sounds like an 82 year old man... and then it just ends in a coughing fit.. very unattractive.
But, so far, this “hot” hasn’t slowed down productivity, so I’ll bring you all up to speed on HERO HOME! It’s exciting!!!!!
So, we moved in 2 weeks ago and spent the first week settling in. Tabitha was sick with lingering Malaria which was very unfortunate!! It was painful seeing her so sick. She’s usually up at 5am like a ball of exploding energy, so it was quite a shock see her in bed til 9 or 10am. However, we got settled in. Bought some buckets and stuff for our house. Filled our pantry with 3 kgs of dry beans, 5kgs of dried corn flour and some rice. Hunted down the closest water source and went to town filling up as many buckets as possible. By the end of the week, we were all stocked! I managed to open a bank account (in case anyone wanted to wire us money :) and rented a post office box (in case anyone wanted to send us candy). So, basically, by the end of the first week, we were set to get down to the real work.
Our first order of business is digging a well, as without water on site, everything else takes a lot more time and money. So, Tabitha and I began seeking out some well diggers. You know how in Canada, there’s like.. the internet and you just type in what kind of service you’re looking for and in seconds, you have 89 460 options. Or for the old schoolers, you go to the yellow pages and look up your desired service and start calling away. WHILE, let me tell, in case you didn’t realize…. Internet advertising has yet to hit rural Africa! Bummer! So, we walked around town, talked to friends, stopped at every random well and tried to track down the owner to find out who dug it and how much they dug it for… (sounds like the start of a hip hop song… “did you dig? Ya I dug!” ok, not a good hip hop song, but I’m sick… what do you expect!).
So, we found a couple of young dudes… they quoted us 7000Tsh/foot. So that you can appreciate how ridiculous of a price that is, let me give you some background info.
*A regular well in these parts is anywhere from 45-65 feet.
*Three well diggers can dig about 5 feet per day
*1$ is roughly 1500Tsh
*So, to bring you back to your elementary school days, here’s a math problem for you to solve:
If three well diggers dig 5 feet of well in one day and charge 7000Tsh/foot, how much does each of them get at the end of the day? I was going to let you figure it out, but it’s so ridiculous that I just had to write it… 11 667 Tsh/day!! (approx 7.38$ PER DAY!!! Nobody in a rural African village gets 11 667Tsh/day! An elementary school teacher that has a college diploma gets roughly 6000Tsh/day and these dudes expect us to pay 11000/day each!!!! It was crazy!!! A highshool teacher with a bachelor degree might make 20000TSh/day but that’s only after 4 years of university. I think you get the point :)
*Also, talking to our friend (and newly appointed general contractor- kaka Jonathon) we learned that the price should be about 2000Tsh/foot.
So, needless to say, we didn’t waste too much time with those blokes and quickly went on our way. We got word of another digger and went to visit him at his mud hut. We met his wife and 5 kids but he was nowhere in sight. He paid us a visit later that evening with an even more ridiculous quote of 8000Tsh/foot. We let him have it a little before we sent him on his way. We did the math for him but he didn’t seem to think that 40000Tsh/day for three people was ridiculous. His defense was that it was hard work. But here’s the thing.. ALL work in rural Africa is hard work! Living is hard work... it doesn’t mean you get to inflate your price 400%! So, we sent him on his way as well.
So, we’ve quickly learned that two women, both under 5’ 6”, one of them being a young white girl and the other looking like a young black women (Tabitha is in her 40s but doesn’t look much over 30) will not get a good price on labour. On some level, we expected that we would have a challenge but we were definitely a little discouraged by the lack of respect we got… thus, leading us to recruit Kaka Johnathon. He’s a good friend of Tabitha’s and was instrumental in helping her secure the land back in 2010. We invited him over, explained our dilemma (us having boobs and not a penis- tho, we didn’t explain it in those terms :). We asked for him to join our team and help us make Hero Home a reality! He accepted and we cheered! So, he’s our new GENERAL CONTRActor! It was a great day!!! So, now our team is one person stronger! Very exciting! Two days later, he had recruited 3 well diggers!!!!! We’re loving it! He’s lives out by our land, so he has great connections and gets things done!
On Wednesday, we headed out to the land to meet our new diggers. I biked (I’ll tell you the bike story in a minute) and Tabitha took a motorcycle so that we could deliver the digging supplies which I had picked up in town. I was going to write about getting the bikes.. but I decided it was not that exciting of a story.. basically, it took us 6 trips in to town (and more than 30 hours of waiting) to find and purchase 3 decent used mountain bikes. Like I said, internet advertising hasn’t hit rural Africa so unfortunately we couldn’t goggle map “used bike shops in mwanza, tz.” It made for a lot of walking and hours upon hours of waiting for bikes to be tuned only to discover they have irreparable damage.. And keep in mind, when I say “decent” it’s all relative! We are the proud owners of a Raleigh, a Solar-made by Raleigh, and a Schwinn… so.. yeah, definitely relative. However, the gears work, the brakes don’t rub too much, and the tires aren’t too warped..so, we’re happy.
So, back to the well. The diggers are good guys in their early twenties! They initially quoted us 4000Tsh/foot but we worked them down to 3000Tsh/foot and we would bring them corn flour and dried sardines so they can cook up lunch while they work. I’m not sure everyone would agree to those conditions, but they did! J So, on Wednesday, Feb 15, 2012, we hired our first workers and today, Feb 18, 2012, the land will officially be broken and work begins! It’s a very exciting day in the story of HERO HOME! Tabitha is heading out there right now to deliver the food and see the start of the work. I would be going, but being that I sound and feel like an 82 year old gramps, I’m opting out of the journey in hopes that I heal up quickly and can head out there on Monday.
That’s the end of the updates for now! I’ll keep you posted on the well advancements.
My last little bit of news is disappointing news… but I thought it was important to share it with you all. So, Tabitha and I created our budget back in 2009. However, as I’ve discovered since returning to Tanzania, inflation has hit… and it’s hit hard. Prices of everything has sky rocketed while salaries remain unchanged. The world has decided that anything less than 1$/day per person is “poverty”. I can say without hesitation that the majority of people living in Kisesa have fallen well below that line. Since the inflation has hit, families of 4 or 5 are living on anywhere from $1- $2 a day. It’s a sad situation. In 2005, sugar was 600Tsh/kg, today, in 2012, sugar is 2400tsh/kg. Unfortunately, salaries have not increased by 400%. Even 1 kg of beans now sells for 1500Tsh whereas in 2009, it was somewhere around 700Tsh. A bottle of Fanta was 350Tsh in 2009 when I left and now it’s 500Tsh. I could go on, but I’m sure you get the picture. Life is much harder. A 50kg bag of cement, which not too long ago sold for 9000Tsh is now up to 20000Tsh or 18500Tsh if you’re lucky. So, what this means for Hero Home is a re-evaluation of our budget. We’ve sadly discovered that because of the price changes, our target of $50 000 is not going to be enough. We’re not discouraged though! It just means we need to be smarter, work harder, and do our best to raise more money. I know that all of you have already been wonderful supporters and we appreciate it a whole bunch!!! None of this would be possible without the support you’ve already shown!!!! And we don’t want to keep asking you to support us as we know everybody has financial responsibilities and times are hard everywhere. All we ask is that you help us spread the word to new people… your friends, family, co-workers, and maybe we can get more supporters on board and we can reach our new goal, which right now, is sitting around $70 000.
Thank you so much for all your help!!!!!! I hope you’re all doing well!!!!
I’ll be sure to keep you posted as construction rolls along! Pictures are on the way. I had some videos but my camera card has picked up a virus so I cant upload them! Don’t worry, I’ll get some soon!!
Lots of love and hugs!
Amazingamandaintanzania
PS. Apparently the google search assignment from last email was harder than I intended. For all of you who searched "side effects for women on antibiotics in hot climat" and didnt find a concrete answer, the answer was YEAST INFECTION. now you know!!! yikes!! it was painful!!!