Tuesday, 18 November 2014

8. 21/04/2014

Happy Easter!

Where we were staying in Bukoba seemed to be primarily Christian so I was pretty excited for my first Easter with actual celebrations beyond a chocolate egg (which by the way is an exceptionally novel concept for Rhoda to hear about.) We planned a party at Mageni/Clarissa/Liberata's house and had bought some treat chocolate and popcorn as well as wine as an attempt to tie our different ways of celebrating together. I had also been promised by Mama Ester that she was bringing home "natural tea" which Rhoda described as medicine, which sounded very exciting.

Easter morning saw Rhoda and I in the kitchen preparing food for lunchtime guests. Beer rather forcibly in hand, and Frank playing DJ on his rather grainy phone, it was actually really good fun. Despite my lack of skills in peeling vegetables with a blunt knife I tried my best to muck in and I think the effort was appreciated for entertainment value, if not entirely functional.

"Umm Rhoda, this avocado is actually bigger than my head."
See that chicken behind me? That was lunch.

SO MANY TINY GARLIC CLOVES


And here is that chicken...

The party itself was surprisingly fun, the afternoon quickly turned into evening, which quickly turned into night. Notable events include:
1. Johnson and Aidan having some sort of a dance off
2. Shots of Konyagi (no idea what this is still, but some sort of dirty gin? Wonderful stuff)
3. Seeing my first ever shooting star, this, of course is the absolute highlight.




Me and Adam inadvertently stayed up chatting into the wee hours (I'm talking past midnight!!) until we eventually just fell asleep on the sofas. To say we woke up covered in bites is such an understatement. What an amateur error.


7. 18/04/2014

At the beginning of our second week in schools it is safe to say the mood of the team was deflated. Our team meeting on Friday and shown everyone had been dealing with similar struggles at the schools, either due to lack of co-operation from previous volunteers (thus understandably leading to some apprehension with new ones) or a lack of understanding of what we were actually supposed to be doing there. Suddenly our list of teaching aids needed seemed like a significant achievement.

The weekend was quiet, consisting mainly of walking between mine and Clarissa's, doing some planning for work in schools and making plans for how to spend Easter. 





Very quickly the walk home in the evening became an almost therapeutic part of the day. Something about seeing people you had grown familiar with, saying good evening and witnessing the same scenes of everyday rural life had me completely captivated. One particular such memory is this one house which had a TV... Obviously not very common, and every evening they left their front door open, inviting a gaggle of children to gather and peek in. It really is one of those things that just reminded me how prominent humanity really still is in this world.