It’s been a pretty quiet week really. Lots of the MAF kids have been sick with malaria, croup and tonsillitis, high temperatures etc, but my kids have been fine. Thank you to everybody who prays for them, I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that they are so healthy. Please keep praying. Without God, health here is a bit like running the gauntlet. There are so many things to die from. Not so much for us but for the average Tanzanian. The life expectancy here is only 45 and many don’t even make that! We are so thankful to a God who protects us and for the privilege of having access to medicine and medical knowledge.
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We went to a meeting at the children’s school on Thursday to discuss the 5-year development plan. They are desperate for teachers and teaching assistants, particularly those who would like to stay for at least two years. If you know anyone whose interested please let us know.
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I have a request from my house lady Elizabeti. Her husband is a driver, but is struggling to get even part time work in Dodoma. He spent a few months working in Dar, but even there he couldn’t get much work. He has returned with a plan to buy a small 'shamba' or farm near Mikumi, which is about 5 hours from here. The idea is to farm about 4 hectares of land and grow things to sell in Dodoma. There is no point farming here because it hardly ever rains and it would be like farming in the desert. To do this they need about £250. We have enough money from our financial support to help them, we just wondered if anyone who already supports us financially would like to designate their money to this cause. I would just like to know whether people would like their money used for this before I go ahead and give them the money. Elizabeti earns about £35 a month, so £250 is a lot of money to them. Of course there is no guarantee that this business venture will be successful, but I think it’s worth a try. Please let me know what you think.
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I spent this afternoon at a German friend's house. We are organising social events to reach out to Muslim women. It was a very interesting afternoon. Only one lady came, but that was more than we were expecting. In the event it was nice that there were only three of us because the lady really opened up and shared with us about her life. It's very humbling to listen to stories of death, and broken relationships and poverty. It made me realise just how blessed I am in my relationships, my children, my health, having a roof over my head and enough food to eat. These are things we take for granted, but for so many people in the world life is such a struggle.
I know that people in the West have difficult lives too and I don't mean to take away from that, but for my neighbours here compared to my neighbours in Watford, the demands and worries of the day are so different. Life here is so basic. The most important question of the day is do I have enough to eat and sometimes the answer will be no. Even if they do have enough to eat, that something is usually Ugali (thick porridge/wall paper paste type stuff) 2-3 times a day and some vegetables. Rice, pasta, meat, cheese, eggs are all luxuries they have quite rarely. I have terrible moral dilemmas when I ask my house lady to cook a meat dish and know she is going home to Ugali again. My major problem with food is not whether I have enough but thinking of a different dish to cook every night! I am continually struggling with living a life of luxury (not by Western standards but by Tanzanian standards) whilst so many people live in such poverty.
Everyday I meet people who are just so poor; kids that sleep in the street; mother that can't afford to feed their children; handicapped people who have no wheelchairs and shuffle along the ground with their hands in a pair of flip flops; old people who look like they never wash and look like they are rotting in situ.
And I sometimes wonder if God loves me.........!