Sunday, October 25, 2009

Mzungu?

Hello family and friends,

Thanks for reading my blog again, I enjoy writing and telling you about my time here. As usual I hope you all have been working hard and studying hard. I heard the economy is going back up so "woo hoo" to that. I don't get a lot of in depth news about the US so I have to rely on what I hear on the the Tanzanian news channels. The other day I experienced something that kinda shocked me but I guess I could have seen it coming at some point and time. An older gentlemen called me an "Mzungu". I looked around wondering if there was someone else standing near me, he obviously wasn't talking to me.

Side note: According to Wikipedia, Muzungu is a word that has become to mean "white person" in many Bantu languages of east, central and southern Africa. There are a number of variations depending on the location. Any light-skinned non-asiatic person could be addressed as Mzungu/Muzungu in the region.

Now that you have the definition are you as surprised as I was? How can I be mistaken for a white person? I like to think I'm a nice mixture of Caramel and dark chocolate :-) I can honestly say in all my years of being on this earth I have never been mistaken for a white person....LOL. During training, my fellow trainees were taught how to dodge being called an Mzungu and deflect the attention away from their skin color. I didn't pay attention to that part of training, I was probably getting coffee or something. I was prepared to text Jenna, Jayce or Adrienne, other volunteers, because I had no idea how to respond. I proceeded to tell him my name in hopes that he would understand not to call me that again. OK, the conversation went on and he referred to me as an Mzungu again. I again reminded him what my name was, and he said "I know, your name is Shani". I asked why he kept referring to me as an Mzungu? I am the same color as he, my hair is almost as kinky as his, and we have some of the same features. His response was that although i was correct about my features and skin color, I still come from America. I couldn't argue with that. He said unfortunately we don't have a name for an African-American because we don't see many of them, so I would have to settle for being called Mzungu. WTH....I said it's very offensive to me and to White Americans, I cant believe I found myself defending white Americans but hey. I guess no matter how much I think I am integrated I am still seen as an American, whether I am dark in skin color or not I come from America. I speak English, I have opportunities that most Africans will never have and I can leave at any time and return home to a nice comfy couch. I thank God for giving me this opportunity and showing me that I am truly blessed, at the end of the day it doesn't feel so bad to be called an Mzungu. I think the moral of this story is if a Black person is ever mistaken for a White person they must be in Africa :-)

Sunshine & Rainbows!


I love you all,

Shani K. Cephas

Friday, October 2, 2009

So What Do You say?

Hey everyone…..

I hope you are all doing well and enjoying the season change. While most of you will be pulling out your long sleeves and down comforters, I will be wiping a little more sweat from my brow and sleeping in less clothing. Well, I thought I would make this entry an interactive one, giving each of you a chance to express yourselves. Below I’ve listed some “situations” that I may have been faced with in the past couple of months. I would like you openly express what you would do in each of these situations. Now, I’m not prepared to tell you upfront what my choices were, you may think differently of me…..LOL. Oh, and be honest, we’re all family here, right?

1. It’s 9pm, pitch black outside, and you only have ½ pail of water left until tomorrow morning when your house girl brings more. You’ve been walking in the heat all day so really want and need to bathe, your cat wont even come close to you because you’re a little ranky. You haven’t eaten all day and have a choice of rice or beans to cook for dinner, both of which require, yup u guessed it, a ½ pail of water. If only you had stopped at the Wal-mart super center on your way home you wouldn’t be in this bind but…you are so what will you do…..?

2. An elder in the neighborhood has invited you over for lunch and you finally accepted, everyone in the village, I mean community, knows that you DON’T EAT MEAT, she even told you what she was cooking the day she invited you, not a fleshy morsel on the menu. So you arrive hungry as hell because you don’t really have any food at your house besides 2 bananas that you are saving for a late night snack and dagaa (dried sardines), which you use as cat food. You wash your hands sit down and the first pot she uncovers is kiti moto, also known as fried pork. O.k. you’re not the only one eating so you just pass the pan to the right. The next pot smells great and looks like, oh beef and veggies, you pass that one along too. The last pot you cant wait to get to because everyone else is already digging in and so you uncover it and what do we have here….Da-freakin-gaa, the cat food! Prepared with lots of oil, tomatoes and onions, no rice, not even ugali (grits). So what do you do……?
Side note-(Depending on what you chose to do with your ½ pail of water the night before you may be very hungry)

3. You come into the office one morning, the village office, where all of the major decisions take place in the community. The Village executive officer is listening to a man and a woman who seem to be very upset. You attempt to apply your Swahili and determine what the problem is. The man and woman are married, have 3 kids, wait she has 2 kids, his other wife has a child….ok, the other wife has a farm nearby in the village, he lives between the 2 homes which is not uncommon in TZ culture. The man is cool, calm and collect. However, this lady is really upset and wants to leave her husband, which doesn’t normally happen in Tanzanian culture. The first wife is upset because her husband is helping the second wife in the rice fields more than he is helping her. He spent 4 hours with the other wife on the farm and only spent 1 hour last week helping her. She says that all of the other women in the village are talking about their situation and she is embarrassed and wants it to stop. Their last resort is to come to the village office and have this situation squared away. Did I mention it was 8am and you thought you were coming to the village office to do serious Peace Corps work. After almost an hour of non-stop bickering about how many more bags of rice the 2nd wife harvested than the 1st wife because the husband helps more days and hours a week, everyone in the office turns their attention to the smart, fair, diverse American….oh wait that’s me. The Village Executive officer does not know how to handle this situation and suggests that their Peace Corps Volunteer step in and solve the problem. So you say……

Ok so I cant wait to see how you handle these situations….

Word of the day:
Swahili=nyama
English=meat

Love,
Shani C.