A very brief slideshow of my year in Mozambique. One more to go!
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Field Day!!!
So for the past month or
so I’ve been wanting to do a field day with my kids at the school. They do a
soccer tournament, but that’s about it, and I wanted to share with them all the
games that I loved playing as a kid during field day in elementary school
(which was always one of my favorite days of the year).
This blog is more of a
photo collection of all the fun I hope my kids had during field day. It was
kind of crazy trying to control about a 150 of them alone without any Mozambican
adult supervision, but I managed okay with the help of my emergency blow horn
which made the games feel more official and definitely got people’s attention
(next time I plan on using my rape whistle, which I totally forgot I had till
just now…oops!). I had a great time laughing and so did the students, which is
something we all at the school have needed desperately after such a horrific
month.
I hope you get a chance to enjoy these pictures of field day!
FIELD DAY
PHOTOS
Kids looking up their names on the Game
Schedule: I made these funny cartoon drawings
for all the games and put them on a hand made poster with a schedule of which
kid would be playing each game against which grades and classes.
My students: gathered for the start of field
day at the steps leading down to the soccer field.
Saltine challenge: Whoever can
finish the whole packet of saltines wins.
Bajea na Linha: A game where you tie a bajea (bean
cake) on a cord. One person holds the cord and the other person has to eat it
blindfolded and without using their hands.
Wheelbarrow Race:
Three-Legged Race:
Egg Toss:
Using balloons filled with water so as
not to waste food. Here, it’s a seriously horrifying thing to say you are going
to waste food on purpose. Period. If you ever thought playing with food in the
States was bad especially when your mom reminded you of all the starving
children in Africa…it’s for real, and definitely a reality for many of the
people who live in this town and most of Mozambique.
Sack Race:
Egg and Spoon Race:
4 Person Relay:
Capture the Flag:
And my all time favorite: Tug-of-War: Haven’t laughed as hard in so long!
If anyone has any
suggestions for more games I can play with my kids during field day or just
whenever, would love them.
Thanks for taking a look
into one of my better days here.
Love you all back home and
missing you dearly!
- Saranya
Friday, April 5, 2013
So You Think You Can Dance? …..Like a MOZAMBICAN?!?!?
After
that last blog post, I felt the need to lighten the atmosphere a little. It’s
not all a serious, depressing, looming past, present, and future…people here
make a life for themselves with what they have AND enjoy it too.
This here
blog is for you to witness the bright side of Mozambique: to make note of
Mozambican style and dress, to hear the language up here in the North
(Makua), to listen to Mozambican music,
to glimpse with your own eyes the infamous Mozambican dance moves, and to
observe our lovely little town of Carapira. My new life for your entertainment.
Be amused : )
Firstly
let me say that I hope the video to accompany this blog loads. It’s what makes
this blog alive. Otherwise, read on anyway, and be much less amused.
Last month I
helped two kids from the bairro film videos for their music to turn into music
videos. Morinho and Germano. Morinho (El-Morinho)
still attends high school in Monapo and has the Monapo volunteers (Leah and Ariel)
as his teachers. Germano (Chico Motors)
graduated from Carapira this past year and is now starting to attend institute
in Nampula. We spent a total of about 2 hours walking around (in the time
before my foot got infected) and filming in sites throughout the bairro to make
two music videos; which they did all the editing with a guy (Mr. Cassimo) that has a studio in
Monapo. The boys asked if I could sing and dance in one video, and I didn’t
think they were actually being serious, just being nice, but turns out I was
genuinely mistaken as you’ll hopefully see in the video ; )
Mozambican Style and Dress
The
young boys in Mozambique are SO fly. Any chance of appearing cool, and they’ll
do it. It just comes so naturally to them. The typical Moz Teen Boy Look is as
follows:
o
Shirts
are usually like the ones you’d see people wearing in Miami, Jersey Shore, or
somewhere along the beach in Southern California. White or black with bright
neon colors, or bright colored shirts with tattoo style writing and some kind
of graphic design (As you can see with Morinho in the
Billabong shirt and Germano in the purple and red shirts with graphic designs). The occasional vest when they are feeling
especially cool (Morinho and kid dancing in the middle
at the end). For the more professional
look always go with a collared shirt (The boys in
their red polos) or buttoned down!
o
Pants are always skinny jeans - a
little baggy and sagging at the top. Or shorts which can be cargo, jean, or
colorful beach shorts which go just below the knee.
o
Shoes are
just as colorful. Nike pumps, colorful laces (note the differently colored laces), sheekier tennis
shoes, knock-off ChuckTaylors. One of my students at the schools sports some
Coach ChuckTaylors. Blew my mind!
o
Accessories
can be anything small from the Live-Strong type bands that are in right now (Morinho with the blue arm band) to a gangsta hat (Germano in the red cap). Also, they sport any kind
of glasses they can get their hands on. If they are sunglasses, you can wear
them as is. But if they are a normal pair, to make them look “cooler” you
should poke out the lens and wear the frames only.
To
get the Moz Teen Girl Look I’m less certain there is a definite trend,
but I’ll attempt give you a general image:
o
Tops are much like
the boys. Tight fit shirts, tank tops, tube tops with flowery graphic designs
and tattoo style writing. The occasional collared polo shirt like the boys.
o
Pants/Skirts are
fit jeans. The sheekier girls, usually that have studied in the cities, are
much more open to wearing skirts and shorts that go up to the knee or just
above. Cute jean skirts, flowery skirts, and colorful knee length shorts.
Dresses are knit or cottony which are usually tube tops with a loose fitting
lower half that go down just above the knee or are full length.
o
Shoes are
generally flip flops or cute sandals or flats. High heels and wedges are for
the extremely sheeky girl.
o
Accessories are
all in the hair. “Mesha” or weave is generally considered more sheeky than
natural or naturally braided hair. A girl can change her whole look just by
changing the style of her mesha. Belts and jewelry and nice hand bags are also
for the extremely sheeky.
Mozambican
men just aren’t as fly as the younger generations. To get the Moz
Man Look:
o
Shirts can
be all sorts for the average Moz man.
-T-shirts of all variety: The
discarded t-shirts which got sent to Africa are ever so present here and are
always so delightful and amusing to see.
American city and college shirts, the oddest of American slogans and graphics,
family reunion t-shirts, and of course some of my favorites: In Namaacha I saw
a boy with an orange Tennessee Volunteers hoodie. My neighbor occasionally
wears an Atlanta Braves T-shirt to work!!! (but this one is cheating because
the volunteer who lived here before me is from Atlanta, Georgia – what a
coincidence!). I saw a man the other day
wearing a Breast Cancer race shirt. Oh so many more! And always a pleasure.
- Long-sleeved collared shirts: Mostly
white or blue for those who work. Other colors too.
- Collared shirt or polo: Not
like the bright colors worn by the boys, but much darker and professional or
white.
o
Pants are
often loose, tattered, dirty, baggy jeans or baggy slacks of all colors: khaki,
tan, gray, black, faded bluish-gray.
o
Shoes are
usually old tattered tennis shoes, sometimes nicer dress shoes for the more
professional, and flip flops.
o
Accessories aren’t
many but are amusing if you happen to see them. A baseball cap, a straw hat, a
one shoulder messenger bag.
Mozambican
women in contrast to the men, are almost always extravagantly dressed. The most
colorful, beautiful, wildest colors you’ve ever seen never fail to stand out
and sparkle in a drab and sand covered “terra.” To get the Moz Woman Look:
o
Shirts
are usually the same tight fit variety the girls wear. But sometimes you see
fancy “fatos” or suits with top half and bottom made of capulana material. The
blouse usually has slightly puffed sleeves and buttons, which make any woman
here look extremely authoritative.
o
Skirts:
Your average Mozambican woman sports a “capulana” which is a piece of fabric
about a meter long that she ties around her waist like a skirt. The number,
color, and variety of capulanas are innumerable. They vary depending on season,
year, region, and even districts have their own capulanas. I don’t know the
company that makes all these capulanas, and I don’t know if there are different
manufacturers but you can buy them anywhere…anywhere in Africa that is; they
just have different names in other countries. There are stalls of just
capulanas in any city you go, and are about 5 US dollars a piece. The ways in
which you can tie a capulana are also innumerable, and every woman has her own
unique way of tying a capulana for different purposes. You aren’t Mozambican if
you don’t know how to “amarrar” or tie a capulana.
o
Pants:
You don’t really see women wear pants here. It’s rare, and sometimes looked
down upon for Mozambican women to wear pants, but I love it when I see it. My
“empregada” (the lady that brings my water) is unique in that she is extremely
sporty and is not ashamed to wear pants.
o
Side note on other news in Carapira: I was just made “Donna” of the women’s soccer
league here. I had heard that the women of the bairro have a soccer league of
their own which starts during the dry months, and I had expressed to my
empregada that I would love to join and play with them. Then a few days later I
had women of the bairro coming up to me and asking me when we were going to
start playing, and just the other day Manuel (my neighbor who is the coach for
one of the men’s teams) came over and basically made me in charge of the team.
I wasn’t really looking for the responsibility of managing anything, just
hoping to play once in a while, but I am happy that I am able to help these
women enjoy a little something of their own. These beautiful women are all
mothers. Most of them do not have jobs, but work in the farm and raise their
children, have no money of their own to spend on themselves, and even if they
did they would probably spend the money on their kids. I bought them a few
balls (just whatever ones I could find in Monapo) and they were so happy and
excited to start practicing. I went out to the field with them the first day of
practice and absolutely loved their enthusiasm, even though everyone else just
laughed. They wore long pants, or tights, or even like me - tights with shorts
over them! What a hoot!
The Soccer Field |
The Women in Training |
o Accessories: #1 accessory you’ll see a women with, is a baby on
her back. Tied up securely as can be with a capulana along for the ride
whatever that may be. Actually this is not just with women, but with women and
girls of any age. If you can walk, you can carry a baby on your back. I’ve seen
kids of the age of 6 or 7 carrying little babies on their backs. To me it’s
unthinkable to allow a child of that age to carry another child of an even
smaller age, but here it’s completely normal. My favorite accessory that
distinguishes a women aside from her capulana is a “lenso” or a bandana sided
piece of fabric that serves as a head wrap. Much like a capulana, there are
several ways of tying a lenso.
Mozambican Dialects:
The dialects
spoken throughout Mozambique are known as the “BANTU” languages. There is a
drastic difference among the dialects spoken in the south, central, and north
of the country. In the south, it’s primarily Changana or Ronga, in the central
it’s Cena, and in the North it is Makua, but there are several others far and
wide in between depending on the region, province, and even small town or community.
I absolutely love the sound of Changana, and think it’s much easier to learn
than many of the other dialects. Makua is the language spoken in the northern
provinces and the version spoken in Carapira is different from that in Nampula
City, in Ilha, in Nacala, in Pemba, etc. The song is sung almost entirely in
Makua so you have a taste of what it sounds like, but there is much more of a
Northern/ Islamic language influence from Kiswahili etc. It’s so difficult for
me to learn and understand. It’s a pity that I have no interest in Makua and
would much rather learn Changana even though no one speaks it up North.
“Kina Khuma,” the title of the song, means “I have to
go.”
Fun fact:
There is now a degree option at the university level on the origin, history,
preservation, and study of all the Mozambican Bantu languages. I think it’s a wonderful way of preserving
Moz culture and would be super interesting studying the origins and history of
how they came about.
Mozambican Music:
I love Moz
music and dance! Moz music can be traditional, in the Bantu languages, or in
Portuguese. The genres vary from hip-hop, rap, passada (also a romatic slow
dance between a man and woman), marrabenta (the dance of Mozambique which is
literally two steps, but took me so long to learn), etc. There are many local
artists and it’s very easy to produce your own music. My favorite artists are
Lizha James, who is Mozambican, and Anselmo Ralph, who is Angolan.
Mozambican Dance:
I also love
Mozambican dance. Everyone who can move any part of their body knows how to
dance here. It just comes so naturally, and is a huge part of the culture.
There are very traditional dances which have been passed on from generations,
and very current dances that everyone and their moms know how to dance in all
of the regions of Mozambique. Marrabenta is probably the most famous of dances
known for being Mozambican. Then there are current songs which each have their
own dance like the Bondorro by DJ FIRE. And then there are some dance moves
which you can do to nearly any type of Moz music. The one shown in the video is a move where the boys pump
their arms up and down and move their knees and legs like a chicken flapping its
wings.
So getting to
the part about me dancing in the video… My host
family had spent hours teaching me Moz dance moves, so naturally when the boys
asked if I knew any Moz dances I said sure I can try and show you what I know.
Big mistake! I can try, but there is absolutely no way I could have even
imitated anything close to the way Mozambicans dance.
When
the boys came back with their final video, I had no idea they included the clip
of me dancing with them. Ugh! Then one of my students, Samuel, found out that I
had helped make a video for some of the kids in the neighborhood and is a good
dancer and song writer himself so he asked to see the video. All of a sudden
there were so many of my students crowded around the computer seen. I’ve never
seen my students laugh so hard. They were literally rolling on the floor about
to cry. They asked to play the video in front of all the students in the salon
(the auditorium), just so they could get a good laugh out of everyone. Then
after all the commotion died down, Samuel says to me, “Teacher, you don’t know
how to dance.” With a solemn, admitting yet longing sigh, “Yes, Samuel, I
know.” As much as I want to, I’ll never be able to dance like a Mozambican.
I’ve sadly accepted this fate.
“Mais de” Carapira:
In
my last blog post I posted a few photos of things in Carapira including the
church, the health center, and TB clinic. Those and the school are pretty much
all there is in Carapira aside from the “bairros” or neighborhoods, which are
just random houses and huts which extend way out for an hour or two by foot
into the “matu” AKA the bush. But the video puts our little town of Carapira to
life. At the end of the video
Marinho is standing on the main path from the main road into Carapira. An entirely sand path with tall
grass and grand mango trees on either side, and you can just make out the
church in the distance. Beautiful. Especially at sunset when there is a
cool breeze to respite the heat of the day and the sky turns an unusual orange
glow and casts a dark yet brilliant shadowy light over the whole town.
The part with me and the boys was filmed in
Jill’s backyard. Bamboo fences, cleanly broomed sand yards, straw
roofs or tin roofs, mud-brick houses. All of the teachers who live in our
bairro live next to one another in the same row of houses, much like the house
you see in the background. This is our hood.
The part where it starts zooming in on Morinho
towards the end of the video is right in front and to the left of the church
coming in from the main road. The path he is standing in front of goes out back
behind the school and there you can see the little damn where they found the
crocodile, and it keeps going beyond that for miles. This is the
trail I run, and it’s absolutely idyllic and peaceful. Such splendor and
fullness I never knew. Beautiful farmland green beyond the eye can see. Corn
stalks, peanut plants, beans, grass, small streams, the biggest trees you ever
saw that I wish I knew the name of, small isolated mud houses, little naked
children playing in the sand in front of the verandas, the random stranger on
the path who looks absolutely bewildered to see me running, me looking absolutely
bewildered when I run into butt naked people taking baths in the streams...etc.
The farthest I’ve been is about a 20 minute run out on the path and 20 min to
run back, but it’s absolutely breathtaking.
O Final!
I
hope that you’ve enjoyed reading this blog and have gotten a sense of a bit of
Mozambican culture. It’s exhausting, but good. Difficult, but worth it. It’s an
experience and a time which I will never forget. What I have learned from these
people, this time and experience here, I will carry with me for the rest of my
life.
But
most importantly, I am extremely thankful that I have been connected with this
country, this culture, and these people. That God has allowed me to get to know
this place and be a part of this community. It is changing me radically and the
way I think and live my life every single day that I am here. I have complete
faith that this is exactly where God wants me. Of any other place or time in
the world, right now I am meant to be in Carapira, Mozambique! I place my trust
in Him that He will bring me through it for His glory.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Count down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 to…. South Africa!
IN LESS THAN 3 DAYS I WILL BE IN SOUTH AFRICA FOR EASTER!!! Spending
quality time, recuperating, and rejuvenating during my spring break (autumn
break here) with Nadia and her family. I am SO EXTREMELY GRATEFUL for my MOM,
SISTER VIDIYA, NADIA, AND HER FAMILY for making this trip possible. Thank you,
thank you, thank you! I am in tears because of all that you have done to help
me feel loved and cared for so far from home. Thank you for your concern, time,
and sacrifice. There are no words to express how much I appreciate this kind
blessing of yours.
Next Blog In the Works and Almost Complete. To Follow Shortly!!!
Sunday, March 17, 2013
A Leg Up on St. Patty’s Day!
It’s
St. Patty’s Day and I should be laying on the beach with my fellow Peace
Corps friends in acclaimedly the most historically beautiful place in the
country – Ilha de Mozambique. Instead, I’m laying with my right leg propped up
on a pillow in my house in the unfortunately yet unforgettably beautiful town
of Carapira
writing this account of recent and ancient history.
As
the saying goes “history repeats
itself,” it describes the story of my life and Mozambique’s vast yet devastating history,
all of which I will aim to detail in this blog. JUST KIDDING! But brace
yourselves for an enlightening account, or just another sad story for the
books… Either way, it’s about to get real.
The
reason I’m lamely laying on my couch on what used to be one of my favorite
holidays is that I can’t get up. Literally. I can’t walk. My right foot no
longer looks like a foot, but more like a blown up rubber glove. Sadly, for history repeating itself,
this isn’t the first time. It’s the third time my foot’s been infected since I
got to my new site, and for the past two months I’ve been on two different
antibiotics which appeared to dissipate the problem but not entirely cure it.
So, now I’m sitting here doped up on “fraco” ibuprofen waiting for the lab
results to come in so I can start the correct course of antibiotics and get my
foot looking like a foot again.
But
to get back to the whole point of this blog, one of the things that I’ve found
heart with while being here is Mozambican
history. Recently, it’s been a recurring theme with the happenings at
school and in general I find that it’s greatly influenced the perspective of
Mozambicans and the way things go here. Let me attempt to explain:
It all started at
school when
…I assigned a PowerPoint project to the 2nd and 3rd years
about their vision for Mozambique
20 years into the future. I want them to believe that it is possible with one
person, a vision, and gumption to radically change something about the world. I
gave them an example of visionaries by talking about Martin Luther King Jr. and
how he radically changed the course of our country through his words and
actions. We read some of his quotes from his “I have a dream” speech and I
talked about how his dream back in the 1960s-70s during the Civil Rights
Movement is now a reality in our country. I couldn’t be more proud to live in a
country in which we have an African American president, where only 50 years ago
blacks and whites were not allowed to attend the same school.
Then
we started talking about the problems which still exist in Mozambique, and
surprisingly they said more than what I expected to hear, and not all in a good
way. I learned a lot about corruption in general (which I will speak about in
just a bit), “individualismo” – or the Mozambican version of saying ‘every man
for himself’, “estrangeiros” taking the country’s precious resources and paying
Mozambicans hardly anything for it, domestic violence, poverty, disemployment, human
trafficking of adults and children for body parts on the black market, and in
general a lack of good health and education.
I
can’t not go into it a bit more, so firstly about…
Health
in Mozambique: To say
that health practices in Mozambique
are faulty is an understatement. On a daily basis I see someone defecating in
public on the walk to the school. I cringe when I see my neighbor’s daughters
peeing and pooping in the sand in the yard, and then walk around barefoot.
Latrines and general hygiene are non existent in this tiny little community. It’s
probably how my foot got infected in the first place, but I can’t force myself
to think any further on how gross that is. I’ve taken clean potable water for
granted all my life, and now boiling or bleaching is the only solution and
frankly it doesn’t cut it. Poor babies and children are sick with diarrhea all
the time. Why? Cholera due to unclean water and poor hygiene practices. Then
there are the health clinics, which are always overcrowded with the sick and
yet are completely understaffed. The lack of doctors, nurses, technicians,
clean working space, and medical supplies is shocking. People walk for miles to
come to the tiny little health clinic in Carapira. If they don’t happen to see
the nurse or technician and get treatment that day, they spend the night
outside on “esterras” hoping to be seen the next day. Across the street from
the health clinic is the TB/HIV ward, where people literally come to die. My
heart pains everyday when I walk to school and see deathly skinny people with
masks covering their faces sleeping under the shade of a tree outside the ward
left to their pains and moaning. There are several underdeveloped,
undernuritioned babies born every hour at the clinic. A ghastly statistic for a
population incapable of supporting themselves yet alone the children they
choose to bring into the world. AIDS and HIV, as much as is advertised, is
still much of a myth here, as you will come to hear shortly.
The Carapira Health
Clinic: Normally it’s packed in and out with countless people, but on a Sunday
afternoon I was able to capture it looking rather surprisingly empty.
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Education in Mozambique:
According to UNICEF, the adult literacy rate in Mozambique as
of 2010 was 55%. In 1975 at the time of Mozambican independence the illiteracy
rate was over 90%. The progress made in nearly 40 years depends on whether you
view the glass half full or half empty – I’ll let you decide. Based solely on
the population, there are hardly enough schools to provide for what is called
an education here. The average class size is anywhere from 50-100 students or
more starting from primary school with nothing but a blackboard as the teaching
material. The kids in the primary school in Carapira are required to wear
uniforms, and when families don’t even have the money to feed their children,
it’s a ridiculous rule…maybe it’s their way of limiting the number of students.
There is no “escolina” or pre-school, and the concept of early childhood
education and proper nutrition starting at home is unheard of. No wonder it’s
so difficult for kids at the age of 6 to start making those synaptic
connections for learning which should have started at birth. But who can you
blame? It’s a miserable cycle.
Corruption:
Now we get to the good part. When you hear stories of Africa, there is rampant talk of corruption, but to hear
a country’s own people talk about it is heart wrenching. And it’s all over,
everywhere, all the time- ubiquitous and omnipresent. Just get one thing
straight - I’m not talking about specific people, but the problem in general.
1. In the
government: If you’ve got a job
in the government, great! But it’s one more reason to do everything you can to
protect your job, do favors for the people who will do you favors, and coming
back to the definition of ‘job’, just not doing it. My friend Elsa who has
applied for a secretary position in Nampula has been waiting 4-5 months. No,
not just to hear back, but to have the entrance exam corrected. Apparently the
person in charge hasn’t even touched it. Sure there are several hundreds of
people who applied for the position, who are desperately in need just waiting
and doing nothing, and yet the person who has the job, isn’t doing it! And of
course, it’s not like the entrance exam or qualifications even matter, all that
matters is how much you are willing to pay. For someone without a job, looking
to earn money, to come up with money to pay the person in charge for the job
sounds a little backwards doesn’t it? But my students were insistent that this
is a common practice in their line of work in the industrial jobs. In fact some
of the boys who graduated last year and made perfectly good scores to get into
the Institute were denied…probably because they didn’t pay up like some other
not so qualified students did. Some of my students were outraged and demanded
change and others accepted it as their sad fate that hard work and honesty do
no justice in this country. I pray that they never succumb to the system in
which they live.
2. In the
health sector: Getting
treatments in the hospitals is much the same. Whoever is willing to slip a bill
into the technicians pocket can skip the lines and be seen directly and given
more attention and better treatment. This may be “fofoca” but I’ve heard that
there are cases of people paying technicians to alter the findings on HIV/AIDS
reports. For personal reasons? Business reasons? I can’t imagine. What has the
world come to?
- In education: Lastly, and most tragically for me, is the corruption in education. The best jobs in Mozambique are nurses and teachers, and often times people don’t become these things because they actually like these jobs and want to sincerely care for and teach people, but because of the money that comes with it. But as the government goes, being a nurse or teacher still does not pay enough, and so people are left to resort to other more vile, under-the-table means of procuring money. For a teacher this means taking bribery for better grades, sex for better grades, labor for better grades, and stealing the school’s money for personal items. And the general lack of interest in the job allows way for sexual harassment, forced labor, lack of exam monitoring, condoning cheating, and deliberately increasing student’s marks to keep up the school’s reputation with the ministry of education (as occurred in Atlanta, it definitely occurs here too, but not with such a scandalous appeal. It’s just everyday life). Phrases like “paga me refresco” which translate to “buy me a drink and I will give you a good grade” are common in schools all over Mozambique. Kids who never set foot in the classroom and never take exams, miraculously pass with splendid grades. How? My good, hardworking students at the school where I teach grow extremely frustrated talking about it. Why? Because they genuinely try, are curious to learn, work really hard, and it doesn’t even pay off. But what’s worse, is seeing someone who clearly has no qualifications and did nothing to honestly earn it, land the job my student rightfully should have. What’s fair in life? And in the words of Kurt Vonnegut, so it goes.
So
back to what I was discussing with my students about problems in Mozambique:
One of my classes of third years, behaved and responded in a manner unlike all
my other classes when I asked them about problems in Mozambique. Quite frankly
the aftermath made me quite disheartened and it was definitely one of the most
hopeless I’ve felt since I’ve been in Mozambique. My too cool, rebellious
group of 3rd years said that all of the problems in Mozambique exist because of America and Europe.
Whether because of western influence or because it was actually our intent to
bring upon harm to the people here, they said that every problem that exists in
Mozambique and in Africa in general is due to the western world. Then they
asked me whether I believed if HIV came from Africa,
and when I told them yes, that’s what the scientists have traced it to, they
told me I was wrong. “HIV was invented
and made in the laboratory in the States deliberately to kill Africans.”
The conversation from here out – exploded into a fury of everyone angrily
shouting their opinions at me. Saying that “white
people only come to Africa to witness the
poor.” “No one cares about whether Africa will improve.” “It’s the trash of the world.” “Mozambique has
no future.” “It has no hope.”
Needless
to say I was devastated. I came here
all this way, to hear from the country’s young and brightest in one of the
nation’s best schools, students who have an actual chance of changing their
country’s future, that they don’t’ believe Mozambique has a chance. To leave my
family, my friends, my beautiful country, everything I’ve ever known and loved,
just to share the gift I’ve been given at a wonderful education with people who
haven’t been so fortunate felt like a totally worthless lie. What is the point?
Or like the Mozambicans put it, “Não vale pena!” But after thinking about Mozambique’s
history and given the fact that it is still such a young nation, just
recovering from an unforgotten civil war, I began picking up the pieces again.
After everything these people have been through, I have trouble thinking that
if I were Mozambican that I wouldn’t think exactly the same way my students do.
And for this suggestion to make any sense, we need to go back a few centuries.
It all started in Mozambique when ...in 1498 when Vasco
de Gama landed on the Ilha de Mozambique while trying to get to India.
From then on out, despite resistance in the north by the Makua people,
Portuguese occupation was what you’d call history with Mozambique
becoming an official colony in 1752. Through the 1760-1840s, Mozambican slaves
were shipped out of in-country ports including Ilha, and in the 30 years up to
the ban of slave trade in 1836 more than 100,000 slaves were sold to Brazil alone.
During Portuguese occupation, the Portuguese acquired the country’s rich
natural resources of mineral deposits, and abused the people by forcing into
labor either producing crops or sending them to work in the mines in South
Africa or cocoa plantations in Sao Tome.
In
1899, the labor law was passed which divided the indigenous from the
nonindegenous people. Indigenous people were forced to work and pay taxes and
the rational for the forced labor (chibalo) is outlined in the first Article of
the documentation:
“All
native inhabitants of the Portuguese overseas are subject to the moral and
legal obligations to seek to acquire through work those things which they lack
to subsist and improve their own conditions. They have full liberty to choose
the means through which they comply with this obligation, but if they do not
comply in some way, the public authorities may force them to comply.”
If there is one thing I can’t stand its injustice. If I were a
Mozambican reading this about my country’s history, I would be absolutely
furious with rage by now. The telling part in all this is the part about
“improving their own conditions.” As far as I can tell, none of what the
Portuguese did through this labor law helped the conditions of the people in
this country, if not making them worse.
In fact they did make them worse. In the 1930s and 40s the Portuguese
forced rice and cotton production. Because the men were forced to do chibalo,
the agriculture force was nearly all women. Due to the lofty quotas in rice and
cotton production, women were compelled to reduce personal grain cultivation
and instead collect “mandioca”, which required much less attention and care but
is much less nutritious. And to this day, these poor people are left collecting
the innutritious and sometimes poisonously, deadly cassava crop to feed their
families.
As if forced labor wasn’t enough, in 1941 the Missionary Act was passed
which left the Catholic Church in charge of educating the locals. This resulted
in the brutal deviation of the education received by the Portuguese occupants
and the Mozambican people. African education was divided into 3 stages. The
first stage was aimed to bring African children to the same level as Portuguese
children in primary school, which they did an
absolutely fantastic job of it, by
teaching exclusively in Portuguese. So obviously for indigenous people of whom
Portuguese is not the native language and of which was rarely spoken in the
home (even now), it was nearly impossible to pass the test to go on to middle
school. If you were lucky and smart enough to have passed an all Portuguese
elementary school, you could go on to the one year of middle school which
prepared you for high school or technical training. However, the catch was that
hardly any missionary schools offered this one year for the Moz students who
passed elementary school, which effectively prevented them from proceeding onto
high school. If you were the 1 in a million student who made it through
elementary and middle school, the maximum age for entrance to high school was
14, which was just outright cruel. Let’s face these
facts of the education system implemented by the Catholic Church. If their goal
was to prevent the indigenous people from getting an effective education, then
they surely succeeded. In 1960, nearly 98% of the population was still
illiterate, despite missionary education efforts.
On
June 25th, 1975 Mozambique
gained its independence from Portugal
after over 400 years of colonialism. For 400 years of
occupation by a civilized, well-educated people, you think the country would
have had a decent infrastructure to move on without Portuguese control.
Yet, the remaining Portuguese after independence fled the country, leaving no
infrastructure of educated Mozambicans as capable doctors, teachers, etc. I
won’t go too much into the Moz civil war, but that shortly after independence
in 1976, RENAMO (Resistência Nacional de Moçambique) was founded
by the Rhodesian Central Intelligence Organization and support for the
organization was backed by South
Africa in order to lift the ANC ban on SA
investment in the country. In 1982 RENAMO attacked the Maputo-Zimbabwe railway
line starting the “civil” war which destroyed any remaining infrastructure which
was left by the Portuguese, and left the country in shambles and ruins. The war
ended in 1990 but Mozambique
was considered as one of the poorest countries in the world.
So
for my students who were born shortly after the calamities that occurred before
the 90s, while they didn’t witness the horrid catastrophies of colonialism and
civil war, they live the consequences of it day to day, hear the stories of
their grandparents who might have been alive during Portuguese occupation, and the
stories of their parents who lived through the war which is still so freshly
imprinted on the hearts of the people here.
And
as for all the progress the country has made since the war, it’s impressive,
but not all of it’s wonderful. Mozambique
has one of the fastest growing economies in the world, but on what account? And
to what cost? Nacala Porto (about an hour away from Carapira) is reportedly one
of the fastest growing cities in the world. They are currently building an
international airport which could conveniently get me a flight directly to D.C.
by the end of the year (hears to hoping). And this part is hearsay, but my
students who are from Nacala say that the land that is currently under
construction to build the airport was bought out for nearly nothing. This
precious land which used to be peoples’ farms, their only source of income, now
burned to the ground for a few lousy meticais per acre. Some of you may have
also heard about the rich Petroleum stores found recently offshore in Moz by an
Italian company, which could be huge for Moz, a country with such an affluence
of unexploited natural resources. Talks were made about the company selling
shares, but the only thought that went through my mind was what part of this
will benefit Mozambicans?
Based
on all this history, old and new, it’s no wonder my students think so lowly of
“estrangeiros” who came and come to this county to use its people, use its land
and natural resources for their own benefit, leaving it’s people to rot and die
or worse force them to kill each other. While in the past claiming it was for
God and country, now it’s to benefit the Moz economy and bring jobs to its
people. Really? Some how after 100s of years of people screwing this country
over, it’s hard to believe it’s possible. I can’t blame my students for thinking
the way they do, and frankly, I completely understand it. Why is it me
preaching change? A stranger? Whom for all they know is just like all the
foreigners who’ve arrived in the country in the past and have done the
Mozambicans wrong. What good has change been according to the country’s
history?
Oh,
boys! If only you knew how much I care that your lives would be blessed; that
you would get wonderful jobs without falling victim to the system of
corruption; that you would be able to provide well for you families and
children; that they wouldn’t ever see a day of hunger or want or sickness that
befalls the current population now; that HIV/AIDS is no longer a reality for
your children, but just a memory; that you would see out the chance to live out
your dreams without getting caught in the trap of sadness, pain, sickness,
corruption, and violent history that still echoes throughout this country. How
much I long that you would break free from the generational sin, myths and
lies, ill-will towards the outside world, and misunderstood contempt for
strangers and each other based on culture and tradition that still permeates
this nation’s youth. Lift up your eyes, boys. Seek the truth. Don’t live in
denial just because it suits your anger at the problems which face you, which
weren’t your fault to begin with. Live out a life of HOPE.
And
it is for HOPE, that I do this everyday. Despite the trials, the longing for
home, the doubts, the pain, the one functional leg. HOPE the reason for my existence,
my meaning, my purpose. HOPE not in anything of this world, but in the one who
sent me. That not me, but He has the power to bring about change in this world.
That it is in Him to instill faith in these precious students of mine that
anything is possible. And all this not according to my will, but according to
His. I pray I never abuse or use anyone all in the name of God or glory or
country or whatever else it may be in order for my own personal gain.
Let
us together break the bonds of history. It need not repeat itself any longer.
Let this be a new day. Mozambique
- a new creation.
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