Tanzania Diaries: 23

19 March 2018

This morning Mahjooba and I took a bajaji to VETA College, where we had breakfast donuts and tea with Sophie and the ICT teacher. After tea, we went to the ICT class to teach a class of 54 students how to write their CV/resumes.

Thankfully the Smart Board was working, so I was able to visually show the whole class what to do and they could follow along on their computers. Several computers were broken, so there was about five students to each computer to share so the class took a bit longer than planned. Mahjooba’s project had to to be put off till tomorrow, so she became my teaching assistant, and tomorrow I will be her assistant for her class!

e used Microsoft Publisher so they could each chose the design of their CVs and would know a quick place to access a pre-layout for CVs/Resumes. The class ran for about an hour and a half, but then cut into their lunch break. I tried wrapping up the class as fast as I could and then told them to come back after lunch and I would have printed copies of step-by-step guides to writing a great resume. The teachers observing said they were going to update their CVs after the class, so I hope that means my class my helpful 🙂

After the class, Sophie, Mahjooba and I grabbed a daladala to get to the tailor where we ordered our Tanzanian dresses last week. After the second daladala stop on our way there, we we’re surrounded by motorcyclists that wouldn’t let us move. I kept my cool instead of panicing, and then saw one of the men on the bike in front of me had a large gold marijuana leaf medallion on a gold chain around his neck. I pointed to the medallion with a thumbs up and did the universal sign for smoking a joint, and they all smiled and fist bumped me and drove aside to let us continue moving to the daladala. Weed is the international plant of peace, so if you find yourself in a scary situation, never forget that story kids 😂.

As we were waiting for our dresses to be resized, I was enjoying my time playing in the dirt with a bunch of little boys that were playing in front of the shop. They were a hoot!

When we tried on our clothes, we simply could just not take off them.

We wore them into town and stood out more than we normally do. I’ve never in my life heard the name “mazungo” (white person) YELLED so many times. Men literally were running toward me begging to shake my hand, people saw me through the window and were yelling “MAZUNGO MAZUNGO!!!!” as our daladala drove past them. When we got to a large daladala stop, people jumped unto the bus to see me, and were quickly thrown off the bus because they weren’t paying for the ride- they just wanted to see me. The bus driver was getting pretty annoyed at this point, and so was I to be honest. Everyone on the bus busted a gut about it. I’ve literally been here all month, at the same bus stops, on the same daladalas, but I suddenly stand out like gold when I’m wearing traditional Tanzanian clothes. I was invisible before.

As soon as we were downtown, I was left alone because I think the locals downtown know my face by now and I’m not that interesting anymore.

When we got home to the center we enjoyed dinner and caught up with Fran and Runi about their day. Unfortunately they were unable to go to the school they were supposed to be at so they had to spend another day inside. But they were very productive with their day regardless.

Tomorrow I will be going back to VETA college with Mahjooba for her class and be her assistant.


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