One year. One year of volunteering in a new country. Of laughing and growing in community. Of chalk dust and lesson planning. Of attending masses and thinking about what’s out there. Of rice, beans, ugali, and mchuzi. One year of being challenged in my beliefs and everything I know. Of mzungu and Madam Becca. Of learning the many ways to form meaningful relationships. One year of Dodoma and JVC.
When I was in the U.S. preparing to come here, I was terrified. I had no idea how I was going to learn an unfamiliar language in a completely new place with people I didn’t know while doing a job that I didn’t have a lot of experience in. (Actually when it’s written all out like that, it does sound pretty crazy…) Anyway, I tried to hide this feeling by being busy, focusing on the exciting aspects of what was to come and eating a lot of delicious food. Then, before I knew it, I was desperately bawling my eyes out saying goodbye to my family at the airport at 4 am. And now one year later, I am officially a second year Jesuit Volunteer with the fears of the past somehow subsided and new challenges woven into daily life.
Most days I wake up at 5:45 am, compete for the shower with 6 other people, and then catch the bus to school at 6:45. When I’m at school, I spend my day marking at my desk, teaching, and running around trying to find people. Students sometimes come to talk to me about things or to ask for some colored pencils for an art project or even to watch Frozen on my computer. Sometimes they just sit and chat with each other, occasionally throwing a question my way like, “Madam, what do you think about corporal punishment?” or “Madam, don’t you just love Chris Brown?”. I welcome it all. While teaching still provides me with many trials, errors, and minor triumphs, I have come to greatly value the relationships I have with my coworkers and students. I love sitting in the Humanities Office and having a conversation about Tanzanian politics and someone’s tomato farm in the same 40-minute period. I love visiting the kitchen, sneaking bites of fresh maandazi, and occasionally doing a pilates workout video with a religious sister who works there. I love when students come to me with great ideas to develop their talents—like starting a photography club or entering an essay contest. In moments like these my heart is filled with wonder and compassion. I can begin to feel the spirit of human dignity, connected through our shared humanity, and think “hey, maybe I can do this!”. Of course my work is not always shining realizations and spontaneous presence. But in the days when a student will frankly tell me that my Writing Skills class is not important (as they stubbornly continue to write Writting on exams…) or when I witness the frustration of the workers, I take a deep breath, listen, learn, and move on. Vocation is not about only the days when you feel affirmed, fulfilled, and whole. It’s also about the days when you feel broken or inadequate, questioning everything in this messy world. The important piece is the ability to take it all in with grace and humility. I still make mistakes but I am slowly learning to walk forward through everything.
When I am not at school, I like to visit or have visitors. One of the most beautiful aspects of living in Tanzania (and East Africa) is the culture of hospitality. The breadth and sincerity of the hospitality I have received is like nothing I have ever experienced. Time and time again, I am welcomed and loved and invited to share in someone’s home and family. I once met a woman in a kitenge shop and after having a really nice chat and before I left (without buying anything) she invited me to her home. I accepted and really enjoyed myself. I find beauty and joy in visiting people’s homes so whenever I’m free, I’ll call and ask the person if they’re available. Coming from a culture in the U.S. where it is incredibly rude to just invite yourself over somewhere, it took a long time for me to get over the feeling of being imposing. Am I a burden? What if they don’t have enough food at their house that day for one extra person? Will I be able to follow the conversation enough? But over the past year I have grown to embrace the Kiswahili saying of wageni ni baraka, or visitors are a blessing, and actually tend to live the opposite: visiting is a blessing. Mamas have taught me to cook a variety of Tanzanian dishes, babas have educated me about history and government, and watoto have been patient to teach me a new song or show me what they’ve learned in school. Friends have bought me sodas when they themselves are not drinking them, or made a special dish just because I’m visiting. I try to do my best in accepting these gifts with humility and sharing whatever I can in return: help with homework, my sous chef skills, new language vocabulary—anything that I can offer. Because what is life without the blessings of accompaniment and mutual understanding and support? Wageni ni baraka. I hope I can take even a fraction of this boundless, loving generosity into my being.
As I reflect on my past year, one word keeps coming back into my mind. Gratitude. I am utterly grateful for the opportunity to come here, the people I have encountered, personal growth, and so much more. I have compiled a short list of little things for which I want to express sincere thanks and remember from 2015:
- Reading 30 books (see list at bottom)
- Living with 9 other people at various times in community
- School bus rides
- The support and encouragement of the Jesuits
- My host family. My host family. My host family.
- Watching Community with my community
- Building pillow forts
- Cooking often and appreciating the skills I have developed
- Lessening my coffee intake
- Laughter and great conversation during community dinners
- The creation of the school magazine with another volunteer, many students, and staff
- Chips mayai with everything on top
- My complete acceptance for and love of my new spirit animal identity: the sea turtle
- Being ‘in’ on the inside jokes of the Humanities Office
- Good days in the classroom
- Bad days in the classroom
- Retreats with the Dar volunteers—especially Arusha and Rombo
- Listening to the same 3 sisters of one congregation try to convince me to join them as an aspirant (don’t worry, I’m not)
- Drinking real coffee while overlooking Lake Kivu on a beautiful balcony in Rwanda
- F, J, M, D, V, R, A, P, M, and many other individuals who have helped shape my time here (especially community mates)
When I first started this blog, I had big dreams of making it into this poised reflection and glimpse into my life here in Tanzania for family and friends. And for maybe the first 5 months, it was like that but since my last post was six months ago, I have definitely dropped the proverbial ball of responsibility. In addition to writing more consistently on this blog here are some more goals that I have for 2016:
- Write in my journal at least once a week
- Find ways to increase my creativity
- Write letters to friends and family in the US
- Say “yes” more spontaneously
- Grow something in the backyard (and take care of it so it doesn’t die)
- Continue exercising at least 3 times per week
- Read books that I normally would not pick up
- Spend more of my idle time with others
One year is a big milestone. By January 1, 2016, I am going to have spent every single day of 2015 in East Africa and at the end of 2016, I will be back in the U.S. Sometimes this feels completely normal, as Dodoma has become my home. Other times it continues to shock me that I made this commitment and continue making it every day. Some days I really struggle with my identity as a volunteer. How do I appropriately respond to comments about white privilege? How can I be involved at school without taking away opportunities from local staff members? Other days the constant comments about my body and how much food I am eating or not eating make me feel so worthless. I can never win. Still on other days I am in awe of how much genuine time people will spend greeting each other. How is your day, how have you woken up, how is your family, your work, your young sister, your holiday, etc. It’s quite nice. And then further still, on other days I am moved by the rain after a long period of dryness and dust. It’s so fresh and renewing. This year has been filled with many moments of opposing emotions and thoughts and I have been trying to float through the ebbs and flows of it all.
A previous volunteer posted a quote near our bathroom mirror that I read most mornings and it always provides me with a refreshing reminder through this experience:
“Dear Human,
You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then rise into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up again and play and work and live and die as you. It’s enough. It’s plenty.” –Courtney Walsh
As I brush my teeth and skim over this in the morning, I am calmed by the simple okay-ness of crying and laughing and falling and all of those things that make us purely human. I laughed when I caught the 3-year-old member of my host family eating straight out of the sugar bowl. I felt hurt when corporal punishment is overwhelming at school or when yet another person harasses me while walking home. I played with neighbor children and my community and danced with friends. I have fallen in the faces of corruption and injustice. And I have risen to the sounds of unity, generosity, and joy. I am okay and I am going to be okay. And not just okay. Better than that. I am going to love and live with everything that I am and have. That reminder alone is enough to move me through my second year as a JV.
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Reading List 2015 (in order of completion)
- The House of Spirits, Isabel Allende
- The Shack, William Young
- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
- The Long Loneliness, Dorothy Day
- Murder on the Orient Express, Agatha Christie
- In the Land of Magic Soldiers, Daniel Bergner
- I Shall Not Hate, Izzeldin Abuelaish
- The Dressmaker of Kahir Khana, Gayle Tzemach Lemmon
- Theology Brewed in an African Pot, Agbonkhianmeghe Orobator, SJ
- On Beauty, Zadie Smith
- One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- Left to Tell, Immaculee Ilibagiza
- What is the What, Dave Eggers
- The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
- Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
- The Elegance of a Hedgehog, Muriel Barbery
- A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali, Gil Courtemanche
- Love Invents Us, Amy Bloom
- The State of Africa, Wangari Maathai
- No Longer at Ease, Chinua Achebe
- All about Love, bell hooks
- Flight Behavior, Barbara Kingsolver
- Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
- Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston
- Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr
- Dreams from my Father, Barack Obama
- Go Tell it on the Mountain, James Baldwin
- Is Everyone Hanging Out without Me?, Mindy Kaling
- The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
- The Book of Mev, Mark Chmiel
*If anyone would like to discuss any of the books above, please send me a message!