Enthusiasm for School

Monika lives in the ‘middle of nowhere’ in very harsh, dry and dusty conditions. Her husband, who works in a town 150 miles away, had three wives but two were unable to cope with such harsh living conditions and have left. Monika has ten children and not only accepts her lot, but LIVES her life, with an incredible grace.



It is law in Tanzania that every child should receive primary education although some slip through the net due to distances from schools. Not Monika’s children. They leave home at 4am in the dark and, joining other friends along the way, they walk until they arrive at school at 8am. Leaving school at 1pm they arrive home just before darkness falls again.



The road to school with wildebeest running across the background (if you look carefully!).

Visiting Nomadic Friends

A trip to visit three different people – something that would seem to be relatively simple. But things rarely go according to plan here. All three men have moved with their families, chasing what little grass there is left until the short rains come.

On the way to find the first man, we get stuck in a bog. Everywhere is dry, dry, dry and the bogs are a complete surprise.



It takes three hours to dig, get out onto dry land, fall in another bog, dig, get out, fall in another one, scratch our heads, sweat, drink bottles and bottles of water, pray and call friends in Arusha to add their prayers to ours and finally to get clear of the hidden bogs.

As evening draws closer, and it’s obvious that we will have to pitch camp soon, we find where our man is now living. But - his boma is just OVER THERE!



Even our guide can do nothing but squat and look in despair across the gorge. He has never been there on four wheels before!



Only one thing for it, clear the rocks and make a way through. And thankfully by then our hosts have come to meet us and are as determined as we are to get us there.



We pitch camp just as the sun is setting over the Rift Valley Wall in the distance – a sight to refresh us in our weariness. The warm welcome we receive also dispels the frustrations of the journey.



Next day more head scratching after several attempts to climb back up the side of the gorge we had come down the previous evening. More heaving of rocks and the day begins with sweating again...... and an hour later, after more prayer, we make it out.



The second man, when we find his new boma, is not there of course because we have wasted precious time getting out of the gorge. He has already gone off with his cows. At midday we find him and he is delighted to see us. No means of communication with anyone in advance.

The third man has moved too and we have run out of time to find him. We have to build a stone bridge to get to his boma – that we find he has moved from -because water has gone through since we last used this road and made a gully that is just a little bit too deep.




By this time, we have a sick baby on board and the road out to the nearest doctor and cold soda is the only way!

The Sieve Effect

We have been desperate for rain, but not without a measure of trepidation as our roof leaks like a sieve. Despite our very best efforts, it has been impossible to bring everything together in time to get the roof done before the rains. We were assured, beyond a SHADOW of doubt that whilst work was going on, even once the rain had started, the roof would be covered every night with lots of tarpaulins and not a DROP would get in.
So what to do? Go on with a leaking roof, or risk replacing it during the rains? We took the risk.



And it poured with rain.........outside........and then it poured with rain.........inside...........and then it poured with rain ..........IN BED! And that was the final straw. There are only so many bowls, buckets and saucepans a woman can keep in her house for a rainy day......or night!

Ears.....and ears.......

In every community, there is the old and the new. Both have their merits in many different ways and both are often at odds with each other.

The Maasai are no different and these two photos seem to epitomize what was and what is to come....



Maasai ears are usually put to good use. This old pill pot is most likely to be carrying snuff.



And these ears.....well they say it all!