Thanks for all the great feedback on the pictures!! It was so amazing. I know I'll never have an experience quite like that again. Today at school I ended up teaching all day! It was a little on the spot, as I've never had to do it and wasn't expecting it. As class started I asked the teacher what she had prepared so that I could figure out how I could be of help and she said "No, nothing. You teach!" I had to wrack my brain on something to teach and ended up teaching names of animals, numbers (math), and continued learning the wiggle song. Before I knew it school was over! Mom probably knows this, but the faster the school day goes, the better it must have been!! It's the worst days when you look at the clock and what feels like 2 hours was actually 15 minutes. That is the worst. So great school day overall!!
Afterwards, I went to town (Moshi) with a volunteer named Christianne to get money. She's been here for almost 3 months, so she is very experienced. She hangs out with all the Pristine guys. Pristine is the touring company that took us on our safari. They're all about my age guys, and really friendly. She's been hanging out with them for awhile now. So when we got to town, I got my money, and then we went over to the Pristine office to meet up with her friend Paul. I would never ask, but he has to have had a traumatic childhood. Half of his face is burned off, so his skin looks like melted wax on that half. He's a really sweet guy though. I wonder what some of these kids my age have had to go through in their life when they either act strange or have had obvious physical damage (possibly abuse). So the three of us went around town doing errands and it was really fun! The city is full of people, street vendors all over the place trying to sell you their used shoes etc., and every young African guy tries to talk to you because you're a mzungu girl. You always know if people say something about you as you pass because you hear "mzungu" in their conversation (again, that means white person). It's a very bustling city, but in an African way, making it that much more interesting. I think I'll go back a couple times.
Tomorrow I won't be going to school. I will be attending the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda in Arusha. This means I'll be listening to the trials from a genocide that occurred in Rwanda around 1994. To quickly brief you, and I don't know much more than this, about one million people were killed in this genocide in Rwanda. There was a clash between two major (what sounds like tribes) parties, the Tutsis and and Hutus. The Hutu overthrew the Tutsi people as a rebellion against the current government. As a means to accomplishing that, they killed everyone in their way, drastically changing the structure of their population. Aka killing nearly 20% of it. They killed half a million people in 100 days during the worst of it. So a very, very terrible part of African history, and they are just now putting each officer responsible for these crimes on trial. Kind of like they did with the Nazis after WWII. It's not like a jury where I have any say in the trial, but more like a briefing so that I understand and am aware of the goings on of this event. The government actually "assigned" us to come. They must encourage outsiders to attend to maybe spread the word or something, I'm not sure, but it's a lot like Jury duty just with no say in the final decision. Oh, and it's being held in Tanzania because this is an impartial country. Very peaceful here, and no bias would be present. Tanzania seems to be kind of like Europe's Switzerland as far as stance towards wars and things such as that. So that should be extremely interesting!! I will tell you all about it when I get back! Love you all!!!
Michele,
ReplyDeleteWhoever would have expected that you would be attending a war crimes trial while in Africa? Very strange. I think you will be even more discouraged after attending the trial. The enormity of the wrongness that goes on in Africa is only matched by our helplessness in changing things there. You have to accept the fact that you can only alleviate a bit of their poverty, not fix things. But helping out is still help - it is something. So, continue to buy little gifts for your families and students. I will fund your efforts. I love you. Dad