Tanzanian food blog: Ugali wa nasi na mboga mboga

  Whenever a Tanzanian sits down to eat a meal, they turn to anyone nearby and say “karibu”, meaning “You’re welcome to eat with me”. This generosity engrained in the culture is one of my favourite things about Tanzania. A few weeks ago I visited a small village called Namatula to interview rice farmers for my internship with Farm Radio International. A farmer who called … Continue reading Tanzanian food blog: Ugali wa nasi na mboga mboga

Being a mzungu

I’ve never been a racial minority before. Now, I want to be clear that I’m using the word ‘minority’ with a small ‘m’ not a big one. I’m not at all suggesting that my experience in Tanzania is in any way similar to the experience of oppressed minorities in developed countries. Nevertheless, white people in Tanzania are statistically a racial minority. We’re something different. When … Continue reading Being a mzungu

Preserving the past and supporting the future of Tanzanian art

For Charles Msoga, art imitates fish. Msoga belongs to Ukerewe, a tribe that lives on an island in Lake Victoria, the biggest lake in Africa. Msoga literally means a type of fish indigenous to the lake. Fish are in his blood and so is art. Msoga grew up a long way away from the shores of Ukerewe in the bustling metropolis of Dar es Salaam. … Continue reading Preserving the past and supporting the future of Tanzanian art

My home in Tanzania

I started this blog hoping to find a feeling of home in Tanzania. From my arrival in Kilimanjaro, I had to take a plane, three buses and a motorcycle taxi, but I think I found home. As part of my assignment with Farm Radio International, I am researching its rice project in Mtwara that is supported by the Aga Khan Foundation. So, last Thursday, Emanuela … Continue reading My home in Tanzania

Loving hands for Arushan children

Being a mother comes naturally to Mama Happiness Wambura, who has taken on 352 children. Well, to be specific, she has 5 children by blood and 347 children that she has taken under her wing. Mama Wambura never thought she would found an orphanage. “I thought it was just going to be a small project. Maybe 1, 2 or 3 kids. From there, the whole … Continue reading Loving hands for Arushan children

Searching for an Arushan waterfall

I didn’t realize I was going to climb a mountain on Saturday. I knew I was going to find a waterfall, but I didn’t realize what that would entail. When I met my guides, I quickly realized that the waterfall was in fact 4 hours uphill away from the city. Ezekiel and Goodluck, two Maasai men from a village near Arusha guided myself, Emanuela and … Continue reading Searching for an Arushan waterfall

The proud Tanzanian woman

“There is no true education without creating independent, proud, Tanzanian women,” Mama Kamm told a crowd at the Alliance Française in Arusha, May 6. Mama Kamm was speaking as a Woman in Resistance. French photographer Pierre-Yves Ginet began photographing Femmes en Résistance  in 1998. Ginet was inspired to photograph empowered women in order to combat the images of victimized and objectified women he saw around … Continue reading The proud Tanzanian woman

Tracing my family’s footsteps

  My granddad grew up in Arusha, Tanzania. He loves to tell stories about hiking up mountains and warding off snakes. I grew up wanting more than anything to explore this foreign place. I wanted to see the mountains and the snakes, to understand the Swahili words my grandfather spoke and to meet the Tanzanians who still live there now. This summer I’ll be working … Continue reading Tracing my family’s footsteps