Sunday, February 20, 2011

Sunday morning/Afternoon/Evening at Tumaini


6:50 a.m. and the children are parading in to my room for morning kisses and cuddles.  We will have breakfast (mandaze [a doughnut], and chai).  I asked them if they preferred to have mya (eggs) now or badaye (later) with their picnic and they prefer badaye!
Our home is a gracious two story stone structure which was built as an investment by a tour guide operator.  The real estate market here went flat and the house had sat empty, unfinished for a number of years, until I found it and offered what I could afford to pay for the rent.  I chose this place, not because of its’ grandeur but because it is a two story, which has the smallest footprint and therefore, the most outdoor space, allowing our children a place to play.
One of the first things we needed to complete was the perimeter wall surrounding the house, which is needed for security.  Unfortunately the seven foot wall creates a barrier, literally, and reminds us daily of a sense of being contained.  I am not complaining because we are extremely fortunate to have what we do, rather, I would like you to understand my vision for starting Tumaini . . .
We have changed the lives of our Tumaini children in so many wonderful ways. . . oh so lucky are they to receive nutritious meals daily and quality education and love and I send my heartfelt thanks for your support . . . BUT!  Nutrition and medical attention and security gives a child energy, and ours abound in it now . . . pole (sorry), I had to stop for a moment!  The children were shouting for me to look at Liadi . . . who, this morning, and with Kelvin’s assistance, has learned to ride a bike!   
We jumped up and down in celebration and Kelvin is still helping him bank and turn but our youngest is riding and he’s not yet three!
Which, brings us back to nutrition and medical care and energy!!!  By the grace of God our children’s lives have changed dramatically.  They are now strong, for the most part healthy, and have energy to burn!  Our youngest live every day behind these walls and our older children do the same upon returning from school.  They, and by extension, we, sometimes experience a form of “cabin fever” and today I am treating them, and the children of Mana OVC to go swimming at the pool of a closed resort here in Usa, and yet, I have doubts, for the first time, about sharing this with you.  We have been criticized recently for creating too much of a “coddled” lifestyle here at Tumaini yet I will ask that you remember an enormous disparity exists here between the “haves” and the “have nots”.  There is opportunity for people fortunate enough to access education, medicine, and the comforts of a stable home . . . food, shelter and clothing, and I ask you to remember that our children were living in terribly desperate situations when I met and began helping them.  Some, I truly believe, would not be alive today had we not interceded.  Having said that, I did intervene, I chose children whose situations were desperate, dangerous even, and I started caring for them and I went home and asked you to help me help them . . . and you have, in such beautiful, loving, generous ways, and for that I can only say thank you.  It has been my vision since conception, to build a home full of love and all forms of support (educational, medical, nutritional) where our children will thrive . . . where they will feel the security of a safe place to sleep and constant and nutritious food, and discipline, and play!  They will stop being afraid that today’s meal is their last, that sickness (HIV or something else) will kill them before they have a chance to dream of a life.  They will learn responsibility and accountability and kindness, because our children didn’t begin their lives in a kind world.  They had lived in fear and hunger and sickness until we met and I began helping them with food and medical care . . . and then, with your help, they came here to our pretty, stone, Tumaini House and we gave them nice clothes donated by you, and they began to learn that they will eat every day and that if they get sick, we will take them to the doctor and that they have a responsibility to put their toys away, because they now HAVE toys, and that they must SHARE because there are things TO share, and that they must respect themselves and each other and help and protect those more vulnerable than themselves because each of us has worth.  (We had quite a discussion with Priska and all of the children about being gentle and loving and caring to those smaller, or weaker or less fortunate than ourselves, after she discovered a baby bird, fallen out of a tree and thought it “fun” to try to pull off it’s wings.   The discussion backfired on me, for, after explaining to the children that we must be ungwana (gentle) Jenny picked up a butterfly and ever so carefully brought it to me to “save”. . .)
With all of these changes it is only logical that the child too will change.  How he or she thinks, perceives the world, looks down the road at opportunity.  We do try to protect our children and we do try to remove the obstacles which prevent our children from reaching for a dream, to become a doctor or a teacher, or a mother or father who is equipped to better raise a family with a sense of responsibility for the life of a child.  It is in that vein that we expect our children to not only survive their lives but to LIVE them, fully, and by extension, to contribute to the futures of other children, of this country.  It is with that vision that I encourage you to understand that we have become a family and not just an orphanage.  We are building a home (yes, we currently rent but hope to one day build our own permanent home and school, with a field where the children can play futbol and burn off some of that energy!!  It is with that vision, that we hope to provide our children (who DID begin their little lives oh so desperately) with a real opportunity at a future.  Many of you have volunteered here already.  Many of you have met our children and can appreciate the changes in them and have witnessed their development.  You recognize that WE recognize we cannot change Africa, but perhaps only the lives of our Tumaini children and some sixty odd orphaned children struggling to get by in the village (Mana OVC) and that “only doing that” is just fine.  For those of you not fortunate enough to visit us here I first welcome you, with the caveat that this is not the place for everyone.  There ARE bugs.  Dust and pollution abound.  The food is hearty and nutritious if not a bit repetitive, but you fussy eaters can find what you need in town and bring it home should you wish and Neema is happy to make you whatever you ask her to prepare if you cannot eat the same food as we do.  Accommodations are basic and the house is chaotic at times, and for some volunteers, the combination simply doesn’t work and so local hotels are happy to put you up.  For the rest of us, we live here and we love it!  I couldn’t miss my six a.m. mornings with the kids or tucking them in at night.  I love to eat with them (yes the same food) and I love to take them on adventures!!  Like any loving mother, I find joy in their happiness and for the most part, our children are VERY happy and once again, I thank YOU for playing a very large part in that.  Your gifts at Christmas gave the children a sense of family, of self worth, of identity.  Our celebrations and travels took us (all of us, as a family) to a village where there were other children with less and we gave to them . . . I thought it was beautiful!  The children are beginning to learn that they are fortunate and with that good fortune comes a responsibility to help the next person in line and so on, and so I ask that your confidence in me and my initial vision for Tumaini continue and as you witness the children’s development, their growth you feel the same sense of accomplishment as I do when I witness one child reaching out to another. 
Life here at Tumaini House is no longer typical of an orphanage.  We HAVE become a family, living in our home, with good food, and stability and responsibilities and dreams.  We are not a perfect family and never will be . . . but we do our best, with your help and with your money (and we will need your assistance for awhile yet) and please, do know, that I so very much respect how difficult it can sometimes be to send that money every month and how very grateful I am for your loving generosity and I give each of you my word, because, in the end, that is all I can give, that I use your dollars respectfully, appreciatively and effectively to advance the opportunities for our children as you wish.  The “extras”, the confirmation dress, the burgers, the swimming and picnic we so enjoyed today (it is now 8:12 p.m. and I’ve just finished tucking the children in) are gifts from Mama and Baba and paid for by us, or, in some cases, donated with specific instructions to be used for the children “for something fun”.
Many people have asked how I found the courage to fly, alone, around the world to begin helping just a very few, desperately needy children in a small village in Tanzania.  I cannot answer the question except to say that, at the time, it was simply what needed to be done.   It is approaching two years later, and the answer is the same.  It is still, simply, what needs to be done.  The needs are different.  The quality of the lives of the children here at Tumaini has dramatically changed as you can imagine, as I had envisioned and as past volunteers can attest to, and for that we should be happy.  My friend, and fellow Tumaini supporter Dr. Pat is here visiting and I asked her what she expects to see here in the long run. Her answer is growth.  Intellectual, spiritual, natural, physical growth. I couldn’t agree more and I hope that you do pia, (also).  Lala Salama! (Goodnight!)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Mary, Ester and opportunities of tumaini (hope) . . .

Mary showing Bibi how Pat taught her to knit . . .
Yesterday (until the skies opened and we “swam” down Mount Meru) was a productive but “mixed” day emotionally . . . Katy, Raymond and Lohai arranged for the children to attend mass in our absence and Grace, Oddo, Dr. Pat, Mary, Ester and I jumped into the Tumaini gari (car) and Peter drove us up the mountain!  Our first visit was to Bibi Mary’s house (we brought rice, sugar, beans and a pineapple as gifts) where we offloaded and then made the climb (straight up through coffee plants!) the side of the mountain to Bibi’s house!  Pat had no trouble whatsoever, but Oddo lost his balance and arrived at the top wiping dust from his trousers!  It’s a steep climb!
Bibi was very happy to see us, as was Mama Ndogo (Mary’s young Aunt).  Bibi had taken a fall and injured her shoulder and so Pat checked her out, assessed that nothing was indeed broken but that muscles in her neck indicated that she had most likely strained herself during the fall.  We asked for a kanga and fashioned a sling out of it, but Mary’s Bibi is a busy woman and was loathe to allow her arm to “rest” in the sling . . . she kept flailing it about using it for expression in conversation!  Her neck may remain sore for awhile!  Grace was the translator and we had the bishop from the Christian Revival Church in Ndoombo present also, as we explained, as strongly as possible, how Mary’s ARV’s have failed her and that she is now on the only other option available for her . . . AND, that there are no other options!  We told them HOW ARV’s fail, at which point Mama Ndogo (little Mama, or Mary’s Aunt, who loves her very much and has attempted to substitute for her real mother whom Mary lost years ago), began to cry.  She confessed that, in ignorance, many, many times Mary would be given her medications only at night because she was up early to school and “they just didn’t know” how important adherence was/is.  Grace will return for a seminar for all positive children in order to explain clearly . . .
We stopped in to greet Ndelio, a young man damaged by polio and living with his sister.  I try to help him out monthly but he really does need sponsorship.
(It’s 5:15 a.m. here and I just heard a noise outside . . . opened the door and wandered out.  It has been HOT, but it rained last night . . . do I have a RAIN story for you while we were up the mountain!!  In any event the house is silent and dark; one rooster crows far off in the distance and there is the rustle of a loose sheet of metal somewhere near because a beautiful breeze is blowing . . . I can hear the leaves on the trees but other than that, nothing . . . soon the children will stir and Lohai will begin his day with the chickens but for now . . . oh wait, and some crickets in the background . . . Pat falls asleep to the sound of the crickets outside our windows – her room twins mine, and says she loves the soothing effect . . . I did not discover the source of the noise but met Lawrence, our security guard and he is firing up some hot water so I can buy him a coffee!  For those of you who know me, you will recall how very much I love coffee, but here, in the heart of coffee plantations we have nothing but instant and it’s not so good, so I’ve become quite a tea drinker . . . my tin of instant coffee powder is the only in the house and sometimes, some of the family NEEDS a caffeine kick and so they dive in!  BTW-Yesterday, I caught Neema putting black pepper in her chai/tea and thought she had lost her mind until she instructed me to taste it . . . tam!  Delicious!  Not so crazy after all!)
Following our visit to Mary’s family home and greeting Ndelio we ascended (and did we ascend!) up the mountain to a crest (imagine panoramic views of quilt work patches of gardens of different colours, breathtaking vistas of plateau which runs from Usa to Moshi and then far, far off in the distance, the climb of a smaller mountain range.  Everything up the mountain is lush and green; banana trees abound and are interplanted with coffee or other perennial fruits/vegetables.  The climb at times is precarious and Peter dropped us not only into four wheel drive but LOW range four wheel drive more than once - thank you once again Master Mechanic and UAP for parts which keep our gari going!
Mama and Ester

We were not expecting Babu Ester but he was there, having just returned from the burial of a brother-in-law and of course Bibi was there to warmly greet us with some freshly boiled milk for chai.  Ester as you know has a brother and a sister but we had an additional surprise yesterday . . . Ester’s mother!  You will see in the photo how beautiful she is but unfortunately is mentally damaged.  After Ester was born as she was, her mother struggled, probably, with post partum depression which would have been exacerbated by her fears of stigmatization both for herself and her daughter, she came undone emotionally/psychologically, and has never recovered . . . she has the mind of a child and is the equivalent of a street person one would meet at home, filthy dirty and scrounging for food as she wanders around Tengeru and Arusha . . . but sometimes she wanders home and she was hiding outside while we visited.  From a distance she made a call to her father, which, I think, Ester heard and recognized.  I had been doling out lollies for Ester’s family and had given one to Ester for her Bibi but Ester held back, not releasing it.  After a minute or so, Ester’s Babu wandered out and we followed, with Ester in the lead.  Ester’s mother was far off at the end of the garden but some welcoming words brought her nearer to meet us (that or the promise of a lolly).  In any event Ester was able to greet her mother, and we were able to meet her.  She appears simple, watching us with a fixed smile on her face she isn’t aware of.  She did greet us (we were very welcoming in order dispel any hesitancy she may have had and of course Ester was happy to bring her two families together, but I was reminded of the life Ester had lived in that house, with that mother abandoning her, with her physical challenges and the stigma her family attempted to protect her from.  As wonderful as it was to meet Ester’s mother, it was a cruel reminder of how a physical deformity combined with an unaccepting culture can break a family apart . . .
Following chai we wandered outside to see the grey, swirling fog of a storm brewing AND coming our way.  The family at Tumaini laughed at our soggy return home later, as they had seen and heard the storm coming from up the mountain!  They knew we would be hammered by it and were we! It was time to get moving!  Now, the gari (truck) has a tiny “jump” seat behind the driver and passenger seats and Pat and Mary and Ester sat there with Oddo in the front passenger.  That left Grace and I in the back of the truck with 40 lbs. of sugar we had purchased and the cushions we had snagged from the sofa at Tumaini!  Peter did his best to outrun the rain, but the roads are . . . well, dirt paths really with outcroppings of rock and dips of riverbeds crossing and so “run” is not really the word . . . Pat, jokingly passed us out first one, and then a second umbrella and Grace and I did okay for most of the ride. Only once did ask for sabuni (soap for our shower)! 

We had one final stop on our way down Meru, to the home of a little, seven year old girl named Pendo, whom Dream (the HIV clinic in Usa) had asked us to visit.  Our discovery was heartbreaking.  Pendo, who is positive, her twelve year old sister Zawadi and their Bibi share a bed, if you can call it that, (the photos are difficult to look at so be warned), without a net, in a large shed they share with some goats which they keep near at night because they do not have $2.00 for a new lock in order to keep them secure, Bibi is old and thus the goats are welcome targets for thieves.  Pendo is covered, head to foot, in a rash of some sort (we are bringing her to Dream today for a complete medical).  They obviously need some beds, blankets, sheets and nets and the girls have almost no clothing.  An alcoholic grandfather refuses to allow the Bibi to harvest any of the fruit from the trees on their property for food . . . rather he sells them for piwa (a local alcoholic brew) and the children and Bibi go hungry.  You can see the problems with the house (water entering from two directions), but Pat’s brother Dan has generously sent us a donation and instructed Pat to do with it as she fits and she sees fit here . . . we will help with the water and get Pendo on the mend. . . Dream sponsors her for school already and older sister Zawadi simply needs a uniform.  We cannot change Babu but we can provide some sheltered protection for Bibi and the children and send a heartfelt Asante to kaka (brother) Dan for helping us help these little ones!  Dr. Pat fears a raging infection after having inspected Pendo’s lymph glands and the rash is terrible, but she’s a happy little girl and her CD4 is 808 and so from that perspective she is doing very well!  By the way, the Bibi has “borrowed” the goats in order to provide her grandchild with milk and THAT is going a long way to helping Pendo stay as strong as she has and about the Babu (grandfather) . . . empathy for this entire family is called for because the girls’ mother died of AIDS, and the children’s father is not known . . . that is fodder for gossip and abuse and he has broken down and given in to the temporary relief of alcohol, but at what a cost . . . 
7 Year old HIV+ Pendo


Covered in Rashes head to toe

Hard to look at . . .

And this is home

Bed for Bibi, Pendo and sister Zawadi . . . the water comes in.

And comes in . . .

And comes in . . .
You will see in the photos how the deluge began . . . after accepting that the storm would not stop any time soon, we decided to head out . . . but how?  Oddo waded out into the 4” “river” soaking his shoes.  He found some stones and began making a walkway but why?  Look at the rain!  We were saturated by the time a) I raced around to the far side of the car and climbed in behind Mary, Ester and the now safely protected bag of sugar . . . Pat came in from the other side of the truck and please remember - it is quite a “heft”, up and into the back seat and she is a mature woman, although you wouldn’t know it by watching her race around here and play with the children.  Combine the rain, the heft AND the fact that her foot was suctioned, under 5” of flowing rain into a couple inches of soggy mud and you can understand her struggle to haul herself into the vehicle!  Peter tried to push but the foot wouldn’t release initially!  This was a funny recollection over dinner later . . . Grace and a now sopping wet Oddo piled in and we were off! 
I’ve been up Mount Meru several times now and I’ve always marveled at how the mountain “takes” such a volume of rain as falls during the long rains coming (hopefully) in the next three months.  Having witnessed yesterday’s deluge, I still wonder!!  The road dissolved below our tires as the torrent flowed downhill.  We would have shot some photos but were so cold from the rain and so busy wiping the fog from the inside of the windows that no one bothered to reach for a camera!  We are not certain but will let you know if Oddo’s phone survived . . .
In any event we made it down the mountain . . . and we arrived safely and soggily home, much to the titters of the family here . . . not a drop of rain had fallen here.  Pat dug her mud encrusted foot out of her sneaker and we all headed for hot showers!  Thank God the electricity was on!  Sending well wishes to all at home and happy Valentine’s Day . . . Gerehad has just climbed up onto my lap for cuddles before school . . . another wonderful day beginning at Tumaini!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Knitting Lessons and Barafu!!!!!

Bibi Pat is teaching Mary to knit, and tomorrow they scheme together for something chocolate!!!

So what ARE those green frozen things?  Barafu!!!  Made with tamarind and Tam sana!!!

Latifa, Pendo and Chrstina loved them also!!!

BUT!!!!!  GREEN TONGUES!!!!!
We helped another child go to school!!!!!

And don't tell THESE children the food isn't good at Tumaini!!!!!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Mama Christina and Asante Volunteer Lucy!

Mama Christina visited us to wish her a happy birthday!
Thank you Lucy for loving the children of Tumaini!!!

Just another Tuesday at Tumaini – February 8th!


Yesterday was another wonderful day at Tumaini!  In the afternoon the beds I had made for the Chikira children were ready for delivery and so off we went, loaded with mattresses, sheets, blankets and nets.  We stopped in Usa to pick up the beds and then it was on to Glory, Ayubu, Wema and Carol’s house to make the delivery.  Thank you Cindy for coming along and providing us such wonderful photographs!  Thank you also to Joelle’s workmates Sujin Lee, Soon Nam, Guy Young Mi and Seo Sun Young who contributed to giving these children a measure of hope for the first time since losing their parents. 
Little Carol claimed the top bunk immediately, Wema on the lower and Glory in the third bed in their room.  Brother Ayubu will take the newly repaired bed in the other room!  They were HAPPY!!!
The pit for the new loo is half dug and all other repairs are complete which brings up to today!
A lovingly repaired Chikira home with L/R Mama Grace, Glory, Wema, Carol, Ayubu, Mama and Lyimo

Ayubu has a new bed!

Carol claimed the top bunk . . . Wema checking it out and Liadi peaking in . . .

Dr. Pat with our medical supplies . . . Asante Sana!

Liadi with some very special shoes from an angel in Canada
This morning after sending the Young Roses children off on the school bus I came back to help Dr. Pat unpack.  She is remarkably fresh for someone who spent twenty hours traveling, who rose at 7:00 a.m. yesterday after only 4 ½ hours sleep, traveled to town to get her internet, check banking details, helped me resupply Tumaini House, delivered the beds and then raced out for Lucy’s last supper!
This morning she wanted to unpack . . . the hospital!  Pat thank you!  We are now the lucky recipients of a full medical kit . . . antibiotics, antifungals, ointments, plasters, vitamins, pain killers . . . you name we’re covered for it!  Asante, Asante!  It took more than two hours just to unpack and sort the supplies. 
Also, check out the photo of Liadi who is the happy owner of some very special running shoes sent from a very special angel in Canada . . . thank you Mama and brother Massimo . . .
And then there’s Christina!  We finished a wonderful lunch of makande AND potato and leek soup (I am trying to introduce Neema to a new soup every week), when I was called to the front gate.  There I was introduced to . . . wait for it . . . Mama Christina!  Yes, Christina’s long absent mother has returned . . . and there’s more!  Today and not September 8th is her birthday!  I called Katy to join me and Grace to translate, and then barraged Mama Christina with questions.
Christina’s birthday is today February 8th and she is eight years old.  Her mother was just sixteen when she had Christina but couldn’t care for her so gave her to her father (who is a taxi driver in Dar Es Salaam and not the least bit interested in helping his daughter); who in turn passed her on to an aunt.  Christina’s great grandmother or Bibi Kubwa ended up with her and struggled to care for her until help arrived.  Christina’s mother has married (she was not married to Christina’s father) and Christina has two half sisters, 5 year old Shariffa and 1 ½ year old Shamimo.  We shared with Mama how Christina had told me, “I didn’t come here to learn . . . I came here to eat!”, how she LOVES nyama (meat) and how very happy she is almost all of the time.  I assured her that Christina is very much loved here and invited her and Bibi back to Tumaini House this evening for cake and ice cream!  What an extraordinary day! 
I can smell Christina’s cake baking (the generator’s running because we have no electricity) and Neema will decorate it baadae.  I’ve got to run!  It’s almost four and the children will be home soon for homework, a new snack (red peppers brought from the market by Dr. Pat – a new veggie for the children to try) and then happy birthday, birthday girl!