Views of life in Tz.

 Meet my newest friend!  This is an eland that is one of many animals on the grounds of a nearby safari lodge.







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 A beautiful glimpse of Mt. Meru behind Makumira Campus.











A typical sight on the back of a taxi bus!














Tim holding a clump of bananas from a banana tree in our backyard!











Visiting at Upendo (Love) Leprosy Home. A very touching experience.












Diane working with a discussion group for a project assignment.













We were invited to the Confimation of our housekeeper's daughter.  The celebrations are very special.  Here she is seated with her escort.   Next picture is of the village children who have little to eat and are invited at the end to come and enjoy what food is left.                                                                                                               

Tanzanian images of Christmas

          

                                                                                                                21 December, 2013
Merry Christmas!
   Most of the students have left the campus by now, so the holiday has officially begun.  However, Tim & I have to keep reminding ourselves of that because the tropical weather, and the lack of Christmas decorations make this time seem like any other day.  So, in order to get into the Christmas spirit, I volunteered to lead the December meeting of a women's Bible study that I'm involved with.  We appropriately chose to revisit the story of Christ's birth.
   It's interesting, living in this country that still looks and continues many behaviors found in Old Testament times, to study and reflect on the Christmas story.  Women in the villages still go to the well for the daily water.  Goats, cattle, and sheep are staked to the side of the roads grazing on whatever they can find to eat while women pass by carrying  over-sized bundles on their heads.  Children can be seen collecting twigs for the cooking fire, and men are making bricks or doing carpentry work outside their small dukas.
   Even the daily wear for village women is still to wrap themselves in fabric, printed with distinct patterns representing their tribe or marked with a wise saying.   Cloth is valued here and used for everything from wrapping one's body, to transporting uncooperative loads of vegetables to market, to creating privacy in a one-room home, to giving protection from malaria laden mosquitoes while sleeping, to draping a deceased body before burial. . . . . to swaddling a newborn baby.
   Many of the women in the group have lived in Tanzania for 20-30 years.  Some have been here all their life, and others are relatively new, like me.  So, together, we started the journey to Bethlehem---and took the long route there.
   We began our journey at the beginning---and I literally mean the beginning ---with John as our guide (Jn. 1:1-5).  So we knew from the start that we would be encountering God, the Word that became flesh and lived among us.
   Then Matthew took over and expounded on the genealogy of Jesus.  The women readily spotted the 4 women mentioned in this patriarchal lineage, and we realized the shock Matthew caused as we too live in a heavily male-privileged society.  The insigificane of these women in the genealogy led us to have no doubt that God was at work.
   Then Luke took over as our guide, and we women enjoyed the "knitty-gritty" inside story he shared.  We trekked over to peak in on Elizabeth and Zechariah and we saw Elizabeth's tears of relief and joy as her long-endured disgrace was removed.  Still today in Tanzania, childless, married women are a humiliation to their clan.  The infertility is always considered hers, and the shame leaves deep, emotional scars as she is abused and shunned, often times even by her husband.
  We'll never forget as we watched Mary deliver the Almighty Son of God.  She swaddled him in bands of cloth like she had seen other women do countless times before...then she placed him ever so gently in that unsanitary manger!  Honestly, we were so appalled!  But that's how it is here in Tanzania as well.  In the villages, it is the job of a mid-wife to help deliver the newborn---in the dirt-floored, mud-brick home. . .or. . .even in the middle of the banana tree filled plot---without sanitation, or instruments to prevent ripping, and without privacy.  All the focus is on the newborn, expectantly waiting to see if the child is a boy.
   Then no sooner had we caught our breath and the shepherds showed up!  They looked and acted so much like the Maasai here that we almost thought we recognized one by name!  Did you know they jumped high and let out their whooping, shrill noise when the first saw the baby?  They did! (According to the New Testament RSV--Revised Sonnenberg Version).  They were so excited that their Savior was one of them---born, not in a luxurious palace--but just like the shepherds---with the animals---one with creation.  But quickly they became uncharacteristically quiet.  I think the sight of their mighty Savior might have been too touching and tender---even for them, the brave and fearless shepherds.
   And we were still around when the Wise Men showed up.  Oh, the scent of those exotic fragrances and spices!  The Wise Men seemed quite moved by this little king.  We watched at how alert he was when they approached him.  He held their gaze and he didn't blink.   It was kind of a knowing kind of look he gave---one that went deep inside, past their eyes....almost as if he could see into their heart.
   And then came the surprise. . . .it was our turn!  We realized that we are in this story too. . .we are the Wise Women.  (A Wise Woman is any woman who knows Jesus and loves Him with all her heart.)  And like the Wise Men, we all came from different backgrounds, representing all parts of the earth.  So what gift would each of us bring?  What is most precious to us to offer to Him?
  Well, that's where our journey ended.  I told you we took the long route (and thus such a long blog entry!)  But don't think you get off without being included too!  You've also heard the story, and that adorable little one sees you as well.  So what will you offer Him, our long-awaited Messiah?
   Tim and I pray that all of us will be renewed with the same sense of curiosity and joy that the shepherds must have experienced on that ordinary night when the angels broke open the sky with their presence.  We pray that we will be wrapped in the swaddling cloths of each other's love.  And that our hearts will be moved like those of the Wise Men to go great lengths to learn more about Jesus---and then be empowered to go and tell others the Good News!
   Wishing each of you, a truly Blessed Christmas,                                                                                 
        Tim & Diane

Daily Life in Tanzania

                                                                                                                  7 December, 2013
Dear Family & Friends,
   Even having been in Tz. several times, we continue to learn what it means to be community.
   In the space of less than one week, Makumira campus experienced both extremes on the emotions continuum--from the unexpected death of one of the students, in which literally the "whole body" grieved,--to the other end of total, unbounded joy and cheers 5 days later, as everyone joined to celebrate the 5 hour graduation of last year's class!
   These same students and faculty came together willingly despite being from different tribes and religions, to support each other in sorrow and in joy---for the simple reason that they are "community."
   The female student who was hit and killed by a car near campus, was in her last year of Education
studies.  Her death had a profound impact on the students. A hush descended across the whole campus as students walked slowly, talking in whispered voices, if at all.  That evening there was a Memorial Service on campus before sending her body 14 hours south to her home village.  Her father and brothers were able to arrive just in time for the service so that they could escort their precious loved one home.
   The chapel was packed beyond capacity as an additional hundreds of students (probably around 2000) sat on the ground outside surrounding the chapel--Christians and Muslims alike. Everyone did not know this student, but everyone shared in the tragedy her family and friends were experiencing---and out of respect, they came.
   During the service, the casket was brought in and opened.  Her father was introduced and seeing the large crowd, and bearing the shock of his daughter's passing, all he could do was lift his arm and bow his head.  Sometimes there are no words--in any language.
   At the end of the service, the students began to walk past the open casket, paying their respects while hymns were being sung in the deep voices and natural harmony so typical of Tz.
  It was sweltering inside the chapel, and at times the students' processional became very emotional as many female students began screaming/wailing and passing out as they saw their friend for the first time since her death---and the last time in this life.  Those who collapsed were carried out (almost like a corpse themselves) and laid on the ground outside the chapel.  It was pitch black when we left the chapel, nearly stepping on bodies ourselves, as girls lay moaning, and students stood silent in small groups.  And in their cultural expression of grief, they all gave and received support--and demonstrated what it means to be community---despite their many tribal/religious differences.
   Then on Saturday, Graduation, the most festive day of the school calendar, occurred.  The campus was spruced up, large white tents with colorful streamers were erected, chairs for students and faculty put in place, and huge bouquets of flowers were arranged.  The participants were robed (note picture of "yours truly" trying to look dignified in robes that were too long / too short, and mortar boards that slipped off with each turn of the head!), and a ceremonial brass band warmed up as relatives and friends streamed in thru the campus gates.  Actually it reminded Tim and me of being at an OSU football game (minus the delicious tailgating food.)  (Go Bucks!)
  That week was a lot for the students to handle.  Unfortunately, death is too common of an occurrence here.  The average lifespan in Tz. is 50 years...compared to 79 years in the U.S.  During one class when we were studying Erikson's Developmental Stages, some students commented that "Our tribe doesn't go up to Stage 6 because we don't live that long."  How does such a stark reality make these students feel?
   Just one more experience to share--ironically on a happy note.  Yesterday we decided to go on an adventure and try to find a place without directions--we only had the name of the village.  The place is Upendo (Love) Leprosy Home operated by Sisters of the Precious Blood.
   After several unsuccessful attempts, we were able to find a working phone number from an out-dated brochure.  A welcoming voice (in English even) answered and gave clear directions up the mountain.  We didn't know much about leprosy, or even the prevalence but thought maybe we should learn in case the seminarians also need accurate information.  Sr. Feliciana, a young, selfless woman was waiting to greet us and show us around.  While leprosy is not common in our area, it is still a major problem and is increasing in the rest of the country because people in the effected villages treat it by going to the witch doctor.  By the time they realize the witch doctor is not helping, they have started losing fingers, their nose falls off, and their eyes are scaled over and blindness results.  All this could have been avoided by seeing a medical doctor since medicines are available to treat and arrest leprosy.
  Some families come to stay at Upendo so they can be with their children.  But many come alone, rejected because of their stench, and frightening appearance.  The nuns minister to them lovingly, cleaning their wounds, applying medicine, and nurturing them back to health with food from the garden and safe water to drink---and we saw the results--The blind responded to our voices and stuck out their handless limb for us to shake.  If they could see, they would stand on footless legs and warmly greet us and thank us for coming.  They come from regions throughout Tz where leprosy occurs--but here they live as a community brought together out of the darkness of disease and witchcraft into the healing light of Christ's saving love.
   I think we just witnessed Advent. . . Tanzania style!
  Well, dear family and friends, I apologize this is so long, but much was on my mind.  Thank-you for being "our community."
  May God's peace and wonder fill you as we light the 2nd candle on the Advent wreath.
    Tim & Diane

 Diane visitng with child and mother at the Plaster House dedication. The Plaster House is a new facility under the direction of the Arusha Lutheran Medical Center. It is a place for children to staay for rehabilitation after having orthopedic surgery. You can see the "plaster" cast on the little girl's right leg. 







Tim visitng with a group of boys at the Plaster House.  The children stay there for up to two months, usually without their parents.  There are "house mothers" who take care of them plus the rehab specialists and volunteers for education and play.  Before this facility, they would return to their village right after surgery and not have the proper care or rehab.






You can see this little guy is a real "charmer!"













These are the 6 Tanzania women seminarians in our class.  You can see the chapel in the background and that is the library on the left.











This is the pathway from the seminary to the seminary housing for its students.












Seminary married student housing--two families per unit.

(Check out the blog, Tanzanian Culture" that should either follow or preceed these pictures!)

Tanzanian Culture

                                                                                                                 16 November, 2013
Dear Family and Friends,

   When we first arrived at Makumira, I would awake every morning to the "exotic" (for lack of a better word) chant of the Imam from our neighboring village.  I loved waking up to his prayers and readily joined my own prayers and praise with his.  And it seemed that I wasn't the only one he awoke because an instant after his first few notes, the local rooster would join in with his scratchy sounding morning alarm---only to have the quacks of the "Afflack" bird (my name because I'm not sure what the real name is but it sounds like the duck in the Afflack commercials!)  So the silent dawn suddenly breaks open over Tanzania in a very earthy, yet God-connected way.  And in my heart I think, "This is Tanzania at its best!"

   Well, I haven't heard the Imam for some time now.  I don't know if he's ill (which is quite common here), or has moved away (which is unlikely), or if he has passed away.  My hope is that maybe he used a microphone system (It never really sounded like it though) and the system broke.  I don't know and there's really no way for me to find out because the Muslim mosque is in the village and only Swahili is spoken there.  So I'll wait---along with the rooster and the Afflack duck/bird who continue to perform their duty, but there's definitely a lack without the Imam's prayers blessing the day.

   Classes are going well and we are starting to know the students (and as a result their culture) better.  In one of my classes we discuss the differences between individualistic cultures and collectivistic (group/tribal) cultures.  After the lesson, the students identify what they think are the strengths and weaknesses of each.  Their comments are interesting and I'm always amazed at their honesty and bluntness.

  Regarding weaknesses of a tribal culture, several students talked about their culture being hierarchical.  They stated that this social hierarchy is based on gender (males), birth order (first born), and age (the elderly).  This puts women and children at the bottom with a childless woman being nearly an outcast.

   One student wrote, "Few people may be powerful so it makes the others voiceless."

   Several others commented on how knowledge and information are held by a few (usually elderly males) and only passed along to some. These seminary students saw this an an unfortunate tradition and admire cultures where "knowledge and information is freely available to any one who wishes to have it."

   Another wrote: "No hurry" is a common saying, but time management is a problem here. (Oh, what an understatement!!! But an encouraging insight for change!)

Regarding weaknesses of an individual culture, one wrote: "An individual man remains with his problems."
   And coming out of a strong, traditional, oral history, another student commented:"People in individualistic cultures forget history so don't learn from it."

   The comment that has struck me most was by a student who said his group/tribal culture focuses on the spiritual rather than material.  Then he went on to write, "You can't eat if your fellow is suffering from hunger because of your selfishness.  We don't have the saying, "It's none of your business."

   Sometimes we see ourselves more clearly through the eyes of the poor.

   As we in the States begin to enjoy Thanksgiving, may we truly understand our abundance---just by being American.
   Thinking of you with much love,
        Tim & Diane  (pictures will either follow or preceed this I think)

First Week of Classes Blog

                                                                                                             November 1, 2013
Dear Family and Friends,
   Classes have begun at Makumira and the seminary students are very happy about that!  They love to learn and are very aware that it is a privilege not available to many, so they take it very seriously.
   We have 27 Tanzanian students, plus 3 Germans, and 2 Danish students.  This year we have a husband/wife combo, and a female pastor who grew up Muslim and has a heart-wrenching story about how she came to be a Christian.
  It looks like another great class, full of Spirit, curiosity, and a sense of humor!
  It is a bit of a challenge for Tim and I not only to remember the Tz. names, but also to get the right name with the right student.  Actually it is a huge challenge for us, so I decided to make a seating chart and on the first day of class I explained that the students are to sit in the same seat at each class until I learn all their names. (Tim, on the other hand, told his Worship Class, which is composed of the same students, to wear the same outfit to class each time so he can recognize who they are!  Fortunately, after a moment's hesitation, the students realized he was joking and thought it was very funny...little did they know...
   Anyway, the next time my Psych. Class met, many of the students were sitting in different seats. I recognized this change in seating when I called "Emmanuel"---"Christina," and everyone in the class began to laugh (except for Emmanuel and Christina!)  Then they explained to me that they had never heard of a seating chart before and they didn't want to sit where they sat the time before.
  So, in an attempt at conflict management, I agreed that this new seating arrangement was absolutely fine. . . . and I'd adjust my seating chart. . . . but they need to keep these seats now.  I then proceeded going between the aisles writing down students' names again and two of the students sitting next to each other gave the same name, or so I thought, and I commented to that fact---which resulted in another outbreak of laughter.  Everyone started talking excitedly at the same time in an attempt to explain that "Imani" and "Amani" are not at all alike because one means "Faith" and one means "Hope."  The students speak very fast and their English has a heavy Swahili/British accent so those names still sound the same when they pronounce them, but I'll take their word for it.
   This comedy of errors didn't end there unfortunately.  Then there was a student whose real name is "Beatus" but he said he wanted to be called "Bryant----Kobe Bryant" because he (Beatus) thinks Kobe Bryant is a great NBA basketball player and he (Beatus aka Bryant) loves basketball!
  So, Bryant it will be....Then somehow there was an extra student.  He said he was present. (I thought he thought I was taking roll call.)  I agreed that he was present and again asked his name.  (I'm sure by now you've figured this all out, buy remember I was still coming off the trauma of Amani/Imani.
By this time the class was again laughing hysterically and I wasn't sure if they were kidding me or not since I've never heard of any Tanzanian named "Present."  Well, I guess there's a first time for everything!
  The great, great, great news, however, is that the Power Point that I worked on all summer actually worked!  First of all, we had electricity, and the presentation went without a glitch!  This is a modern day miracle considering my technical abilities.  The second day of class wasn't so impressive since we were without electricity---so I guess I'll win some and lose some!
  Something that definitely is a "winner," though, are the 2 ringed notebooks equipped with all the class notes and actual copies of all the assigned readings for the Psychology Class.  The students don't have textbooks here because of the expense.  They copy all their lecture notes by hand and have to look up any assigned readings either in the library (few copies of the outdated books available) or on the internet, but the internet connection is often out for hours or even days.  Needless to say, the students were really grateful for such a gift as their "own book."  We explained that it was all made possible by Christians in America who gave money for our teaching here.  They said several times to tell the people in America, "Asante sana, asante sana---Thank-you, thank-you."
   On that note, Tim and I will close by also saying thank-you for your interest and your prayers.  We hope this finds you healthy and life going well for you and your families.
  I am attempting to add pictures so please scroll down and see if they follow (unless they ended up on the top of this article and then you will have already seen them by this point!)
  God's peace,
    Tim & Diane    P.S.  As of the writing of this draft, we are without electricity since this afternoon.  Consequently I am writing by lantern and I just saw a gecko slither across the wall right in front of me--but that's ok (I keep telling myself ) because he eats mosquitoes and other creepy, crawly things!
 
 

First Week of Classes

 Power point works!!! Wahoooo!











It looks much better in the classroom but this gives you an idea.











Married students often grow a vegetable garden on campus.   Here Tim is talking with a few of our students from last year, Theresa and her son Bernard and daughter Nellie, who are watering and hoeing their plants.











More of our students from last year, Deborah and friend working their garden. This is an area where snakes often appear.









Picture of a Tanzanian on the main highway transporting  grass cuttings on his bike for food for his goats.











Monkies playing "Tag--You're It" on our roof.












One monkey looking in at another (Tim was sitting at our desk working on the computer when he looked up as saw this!)










Beautiful Mt. Kilimanjaro--60 miles away!!! Truly awesome on a clear day.
(Hopefully, a blog will either preceed or follow these pictures--so keep scrolling!

                                                                                                                   Monday, October 7, 2013
Dear Friends---Greetings from Makumira Seminary,
  We arrived one week ago  today.  We are living in the same house as last year, and we are living by ourselves.  Four Koreans have been living in the house for several months and it was being considered for us to live with them and all share the house. We are very, very grateful that the administration decided to make other arrangements and that we are able to have the house like last year.
  We also found out the classes we will be teaching.  Tim will continue to teach the worship class and have a senior faculty pastor teach the practicum part with Tim assisting. Apparently there is a meeting this week for the ELCT regarding standardizing their worship, so they want to implement this thru the seminary. Tim is looking forward to working with this very dear faculty member whom we got to know last year.
  I will continue to teach the Introduction to Counseling to Seminary students like last year plus I will be teaching this course to University students who enroll in the new Counseling Degree Program as well. That should be interesting.
 Unfortunately, 2 weeks ago, the University changed the date for classes to begin from Oct. 8th to Oct. 21st.  It was too expensive to change our tickets and numerous arrangements had already been made so we are here quite early.  Being our second year, it has been a much easier transition.  We had made arrangements last year to rent a car from a faculty member's friend who was a car dealer. When we went to make the connection, we learned that the man had sold the car and went out of business----so it's back to dala dala land! (As Tim told someone who asked how we got to church on Sunday, "We went with 28 of our "closest" friends!---It is unbelievably crowded and not safe.)  This really is a big disappointment, but there's one other possibility that we are pursuing, so maybe we will have transportation after all.
   We continue to be struck by the massive poverty here. We recently talked with a student who needed to return for an emergency to campus where his family is staying. He is 2 days away on internship.  He had to ask his intern pastor for money for the bus. The intern pastor only had enough for the first leg of the trip. The student  was unsure of how he would go the rest of the way but was able to find a relative in the city the bus stopped at after the first day. The relative gave him a cup of tea and money for the next part of the trip. The student arrived on campus having only had a cup of tea in 24  hours and no money for his transportation back.   His story is so typical.  We truly have so much by the world's standards.  The haunting question for us is, what is our role regarding giving money--who  do you give to--the maimed beggars on the streets of Arusha... the seminary students who can only afford one meal of rice a day...the requests for tuition money so students can send their children to school (knowing that education is ultimately a key to getting out of poverty)...or the lady at the market who wants you to hire her brother to work in your yard because he has had no work since last year....and these are just the requests from one week....
  Well, there's much to learn and much to think about here.
  On a brighter note, we are thrilled to hear the Buckeyes continue to do well. We aren't having much luck in getting live radio, but the printed news is very welcomed.
 We ask for your prayers and look forward to your emails.  More after school starts,
Kwa her (good-bye),
     Tim & Diane

 We were welcomed back by our cat from last year waiting on our doorstep!











There are lots of colorful birds in Tz.  Sometimes our front yard looks like a bird sanctuary.  This picture was taken while sitting at our desk looking out our front window.









We're living in the same brick house. It is the dry season now, but in a few months the gardener will have things watered and beautiful again.











 Cactus grows on the side of our house all year in the dry season or wet season!
















The cactus adds a nice touch of color.












The Jacaranda trees are just beginning to bloom. They are absolutely gorgeous and as they drop their blooms they literally carpet the roads and paths with a delicate purple.









 Unfortunately I don't know the name of these lovely flowers, but the are common on campus.













Likewise for these.











The lane by our house is very quiet right now since the students have not yet returned.

Heading Back to Tanzania On Sunday

Dear Friends, 
  We are on the countdown to leave for Tanzania tomorrow. It has been a wonderful time at home but we are also looking forward to returning to Makumira.  We hope to start the blog some time later next week after we settle in.  We ask for your prayers for the students as well as for us as we begin another chapter of this journey.
   Looking forward to sharing our experiences with you,
            Tim & Diane

Back On U.S. Soil!

12 February, 2013
Dear Family & Friends--
   We arrived safely home Sunday evening, and now I find myself sitting at the kitchen table, bundled up from Ohio's brisk chill outside, and reflecting---"What was it really all about---that Tanzania experience?"  I suspect it's one of those questions that will take time to work through.  But here are a few "first thoughts."
     It was about surprises.  From the time we arrived at Makumira until the time we left, we found ourselves being constantly "surprised!"  We were surprised to discover that communication can be very complicated even when the participants are speaking the same English language (Tanzanian English vs. American English).
We were even told by our students when we first arrived that Tim & I "didn't have very good English!" (By the time we left last week, we were all thrilled with how well we had all managed to communicate and better yet--to understand each other!)
   We were also surprised to learn that we had expectations that we didn't even realize we had...
---subtle things like expecting cars to use headlights when they're driven at night
---we didn't realize that we expected to eat rice without grit and tiny stones in it 
---we did not expect so many absences from class due to family deaths
---we didn't expect to hear so much singing--from birds and students.  Both were beautiful!
---we didn't expect so much genuine respect from the students. Nor did we ever expect to hear of such enormous sacrifices they make to become pastors.
---we didn't expect to be so much out of our comfort zone at times
--- we didn't expect to be so "stretched" in our thinking and understanding 
---We didn't expect to fall in love--
     with the students so much---people whose lives are  vastly different from our own.
     with each other--as we grew and shared the challenges, hardships, and rewards of following God's call,
     and with God --whose creation and love far exceed our limited expectations.
So now, as we reconnect with precious family and friends, we find ourselves very grateful for God's protection and care. And we are also very grateful for your prayers and interest. We plan to return to Makumira in October and teach another semester.  But until then, we are excited about getting together with you and getting "caught up."
   As they say in Tanzania, " Mungu Akubarike"
       God bless you,
         Tim & Diane
  

Life in the Bush

Dear Family and Friends,
   Our time at Makumira is quickly winding down, but fortunately we were able to experience more of the unique culture once again before we return home. Makumira is hosting a Glomus Seminar (an international consortium for music education) and we are housing some of the participants.  Yesterday, along with the seminar participants, we attended a Maasai lunch out in the bush at the Oldonyou Sambu bomas. Hard to believe that people today in 2013 actually live in these structures made out of sticks, mud, and cow dung.  They hang their clothes to dry on the nearby bush, and cook over stones.  Their bathroom is the great outdoors, and they share their space with the livestock they care for daily.  They are one with the land and nature in every sense of the word.  It's easy to romaticize the Maasai, but in truth, their way of life that they struggle to maintain still practices male and female circumcision, polygamy, limited education for most of the children, high rates of infant mortality, ancestor worship, and the list goes on.  Having said that, the Maasai still have a culture rich in traditions of looking to nature for healing remedies, a rich and creative oral passing on of their history, a oneness with Nature that we can all learn from, and a deep respect for the elderly and for God as they know Him thru nature.
  I've included pictures that Tim took,as well as a short video of a Maasai choir (Loruvani Choir) from a Maasai Lutheran Church. They help to maintain their culture and share that culture with others through their singing and dancing.  Our delightful houseguest, Inhwa So from South Korea, took the video.
   Enjoy!
      Tim & Diane

Pictures of the Maasai Boma

 Maasai Boma--You can see the structure made from tree limbs, and the thatched roof.  The women build the bomas (each wife has her own), and does all the repairs when the heavy rains reek havoc!








 Goats are used for their milk and meat.












Children who call this boma " home".













A Maasai in his daily clothes.

















This is a typical Maasai "kitchen."























Just to give you a perspective of the size--I fit, but Tim wouldn't!












The setting is breath-taking!

























Tim and his new BFF's












The graceful acacia trees give shade to the bomas

Furaha Mwaka Mypa--a.k.a. Happy New Years!

 Happy New Years, 2013!
  Like with everything else, New Years Eve in Tanzania was unique!  Since the students are still on vacation, the campus was very quiet and it was actually a boring day as we thought about the football games and parades that we were missing!  (Not very "missionary-like" thoughts, but, doggone it, we really miss some things and football is one of them!!!)
  But the evening made up for the day as we went to worship on campus at 10 pm.  The service of course was in Swahili (which we still don't usually understand ), but at 11:55 pm when the church sang "How Great Thou Art"---it was very, very touching.  Suddenly, the Swahili words seemed to express my heart's feelings exactly and the disconnect of the language seemed to be insignificant.  This was followed by the traditional ringing of the chapel bells at midnight (and accompanied by a whole lot of hootin' and hollerin' from some very happy Tanzanians!).  At this point, Tim and I were back at home and in bed.  Our house is only a couple of houses away from the chapel and our windows are open 24/7 because of the mild temperatures, so we are in earshot of most everything.  It amazed me as we laid in bed and listened to all the simple celebrations--no firecrackers or sirens or loud explosions--just the jubilation of peoples' voices--people from the villages surrounding the campus--people who live in shanties, on rutted, dirt roads, lined with trash, wandering chickens, tethered goats, and kids in filthy clothes rolling a bicycle tire for their entertainment, and women selling their papayas, tomatoes, and bananas for meager Tz. shillings.   These people, whose only focus is to get through the day---to scrape together enough money, to get enough milk from their goat and eggs from their chicken to be able to feed their kids---the ones running around without shoes, and with snotty noses and flies at their eyes.   These are the very people, happily, excitedly celebrating the beginning of another year.  How can it be, I wondered, as I laid in a bed (not on the floor) with clean sheets, and a mosquito net, having taken a shower, and with a full stomach...How can it be?
   Well, we've been here 12 weeks---and I think I have more questions than before I came.  I don't know how these very poor, very basic people could muster so much enthusiasm and joy---but I know it touched my heart---and I suspect, it touched God's too.
   So, on that note, Tim and I wish each of you a most Blessed 2013.  And I suspect it can be for each of us, as we grow to realize that our happiness is obviously not found in our possessions. 
   With much love for each of you,          
      Tim & Diane