Saturday, September 5, 2009

My Best Friend the Eating Disorder

So the closest person from my training class is a girl named Cessie. Shes a badass chick from Alabama and about an hour away from me and I love her to death. So expect to hear a lot about our shenanigans over the next 2 years together.

I posted her blog on the right, its

http://cessieintanzania.wordpress.com

Just so you can keep up on all things Singida. And also her village gave her an awesome tribal name. Its Balima. Pronounced buh-lee-muh. THIS CLOSE away from being Buhlimia!

She sat us down and said, "Guys, I have something serious to tell you...I think I'm Balima."

I died.


Cheers,
Jayce

Friday, September 4, 2009

Stranded at the Drive-In...

So the other night I am studying on the fronch porch of a local store. My usual hangout.

The owner invites me to watch the Man U v Arsenal game. I accept because I need to make friends. Who cares if hes 55, I need friends. We exchange numbers and agree to meet later.

7pm rolls around and I give him a call. Since I don't know the way he agrees to meet me at the health center. I go to the center and await his arrival.

715 rolls around...nothing
730 comes...no answer on his phone
745... his phone is off
8pm I return home

I felt like an ugly girl who got stood up at her senior prom. I went home, sat on my bed, and ate peanut butter out of a jar.

Was it simply bad luck? Did his phone just happen to break? Or did I just get stood up by a 55 year old Tanzanian man?


Cheers,
Jayce

Decisions, Decisions

The Peace Corps has really given me a chance to evaluate how I view charity work around the globe. At first I would see someone coming to Africa and digging a well or planting trees and think so highly.

But what I realize now that there is such a difference between developing sustainable improvements, as opposed to one time hand-outs. Not good or bad, just different.

Granted, the acts these people do are awesome and I do not want to talk down about them but at the same time I can see how simply handing out money or food only forces the culture to be dependant upon outside sources rather than looking at what they can do to be sustainable and successful on their own.

That brings me to the other day.

I am sitting in my house and get a knock on my door. A young girl is there, small, dirty and helpless, and begins to start mumbling something. I can't understand her and think it is just because of my shitty Swahili. I keep asking her what she wants and she motions to food and money with her hands. I'm confused. I realize what is going on when her speaking isn't Swahili at all. It turns out that the girl is deaf!

I keep saying no, trying to convey my message without words until the girl drops to her knees and clutches onto my legs. Begging me for anything I can give her.

This leads me to my dilemma.

Do I give this child money? Food? Would this be a kind gesture or simply promoting the dependance the culture has on others. Is this situation different because shes a child? Because shes deaf? Will I live with the reputaion of the American who can hand out gifts whenever and have many more visitors in the future? Or is it just the right thing to do?

Here I am with a young deaf child on the ground, grasping my legs and begging for help.

What do you do?


Cheers,
Jayce

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Catch-Up 4

Pangani.
Another family portrait.



My host sisters playing in the yard. That building is the kitchen.


Busses here say the weirdest things...


I managed to hangup my hammock in my courtyard. Its closed off yet open-air, so it's pretty legit. 1st door is my room, middle is my kitchen, 3rd is my bathroom.
Cheers,
Jayce

Catch-Up 3

Me and my ladies at swearing in.

In the barn during Euchre.



Some lady friends.


Can't remember if I posted this picture before.

Indian Ocean.
Cheers,
Jayce

Catch-Up 2

Scenic.

The road in my homestay village, lush green with an awesome red dirt road.



Hiked up a mountain and looked down on my homestay village. The white building is where I went to school everyday.


At MATI, the place we went once a week. I just couldn't get over the colors.

Some mountain.
Cheers,
Jayce

Playing Catch-Up

Pano of my backyard.