Simple is the New Complicated

We have so much and think so little of it, while there are so many other places that have so little and can turn it into so much more.

Living in such a fortunate area is something we take advantage of. Not many people really realize what we have and what we are able to do. It can be told and shown through pictures and videos, but there is no way to see how fortunate we really are without actually experiencing it firsthand. Yesterday I spent my morning sharpening pencils for the “babies.” At home, twenty pencils can be put into an electrical machine and eaten up into a point in no time. Here, there is no machine, there is no hand twisting sharpener, there is no “do it yourself.” Twenty pencils, one blade, and that’s it. I let teacher Doroth teach the children so I could take on the pencils. As I was hand sharpening, I just thought about all the effort that is put in for such a simple task. The most amazing part is that they are so appreciative. They don’t know the luxury of a machine doing it, they only know the simplicity of what they have now, and so for that they are grateful. We also have to copy each lesson by hand into each workbook for every subject. At home all we need to do is make one copy, place it on the glass, and make as many photocopies as we want. It’s amazing how easy some things are for us and how little we really know and care about. It is astonishing to me that, even though we have an excess of simple items that make things easier, we don’t think of giving them to others where they might be of better use. The things we have at home that would be so overlooked could be so treasured here.

Although the people here are less fortunate than many other people, they would never think to complain. Some people just don’t know anything better than what they have. But others, who do know what luxuries and privileges they don’t have, simply know how to live better. People who have so much are so used to everything that anything less wouldn't do. I know because I am guilty of it myself. I am not proud of it, but it is the way I grew up and what I was surrounded by. But these people, these people are in their right mind, small-minded with big hearts. They are the ones doing it right and it makes me disappointed that more people can’t live up to this lifestyle.  

Mountain Out of a Mole Hilll

Coming to Tanzania was a whole new experience, not only for me, but for everyone. The only past experience similar to this was when I traveled to Cambodia, so naturally, that was the only picture in my head. I was expecting poverty, dry nature, and African people like you see in the movies. As I arrived, I was awakened to the actuality of where I had really come. Where I was looking for the slums, I came to see the majority of the area urban and well taken care of. While I was scoping the landscape for sand, dry grass, and tumbleweeds, I stepped off the plane into a gorgeous site of greenery and vibrant flowers to paint the view. Finally the already interpreted impression of the people I was going to encounter was changed in an instance. Their looks, their attire, their greetings, and their personalities, were all different than their projected images from the films. The combination of all these first impressions left me in awe. If simplicity and serenity had a distinct picture, I would be currently living in it.

These past few days have really brought out moments where my emotions were sparked and they left me thinking. My first day, arriving at the school, I was fearful of how the day was going to all happen. I was assigned baby class, which I later found out was a class of children ages 3-5. The day progresses from a lesson or two, tea time with porridge, another lesson, nap, and then finishing off the day with a nap or resting time. Day one and the porridge was poured into everyone’s plastic cup and then offered to me.  Politely, I took the cup and inspected it, took a sip, and thought about it. While I was thinking I found that this could be a small snack to one person, but for another it is an instant connection. Somehow, throughout the constant exchange of looks, I could tell that we were all thinking the same thing. “She’s drinking what I’m drinking, were matching, it’s the same thing.” Our mental connection led to so much more of our physical connection.  During the times outside, starting from the first break first day, it had progressed from me running and having a few small children following, to me sprinting only to look back to a large group of children full on chasing me. The smiles on their faces as they “capture” me and then tickle me to death are enough to power a whole country. To add, the attention that is targeted at my hair is crazy. Back home I get comments as well, but here, not one moment goes by that the blonde ringlets are not strung through children’s fingers or are being whipped around by a free hand. Any other day, I would back away, but there is an unmentionable quality about those children that eliminates the feeling of tugging and pulling and turns it into an act of curiosity and love. The little things at home that would blow over our heads or amount to nearly nothing are so much more here with these children, the little things here are the bright light that shines within each and every one of them.

Today I was sitting and talking with the teachers of my class, Teacher Careen and Teacher Catherin, and I brought up that my mother’s name was the same, only spelled different. I wrote it down and showed her how it was spelled and she just looked at me and smiled. “I am your mom in Tanzania, okay?” and my heart just flew and I had a smile ear to ear for the remainder of the day. 

Loopholes in Life

The African Slave Trade and the Holocaust. Both harsh, both uncalled for, unnecessary, and yet are so very different from each other. Where the Holocaust involved around 6 million Jewish people, the Slave Trade was roughly 12 million. Double the lives. These two massive events  were both acts of belief that people of a certain race or religion are lesser value than others. Today, we know that this is completely untrue and that we are all equal, no matter who we are. There may not be a "bright side" to these events per say, but in every dark tunnel, no matter how small, there is a speck of light. I wanted to find that speck of light, that speck of hope, from the outcome of this terrible event.

The main purpose of the Holocaust was genocide, killing off an entire race. Just putting myself in those shoes, knowing that someone wanted you dead and everyone like you, family, friends, acquaintances, strangers, all gone, compares to nothing like the actual feeling and experience. But in every dark tunnel, no matter how small, there is a speck of light. I wanted to find that speck of light, that speck of hope, from the outcome of this terrible event. A very famous individual who lived through this was Anne Frank. In "The Diary of Anne Frank", Anne talks about how close her family was and how they became even closer as they were in hiding. I think its amazing how families are split and sent off to camps, with or without each other, but this family was lucky enough to find an alternative for a while, and it impacted them in a positive way. Although their journey didn't end as they had probably hoped, they had made the best of it and they did whatever they could to take what they had and appreciate it. 

The sole purpose of the African Slave Trade was cheap labor. Stepping into that position, not being able to make decisions for yourself and then being pushed around and treated unfairly, solely because of your skin color, its not humane. Although this gained a good economy and had the landowners rich with not only money, but with people to do their work, the slaves weren't being treated as equal, and there wasn't a positive for them. It all took time, and a lot of effort, from the first slave who decided to stand up to their owner, to little things that people did like Rosa Parks, to making a huge difference. It's people like Martin Luther King Jr. who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world that they do, those are the people make things happen. As I stated, there is good in everything, and although this certain "good' took its time, it payed off. As a result of the African Slave Trade, my personal opinion through reading interviews of survivors, and merely observing the mentality of Africans throughout history, is that these people have the highest level of tolerance and perseverance. The masses of people who stood for all the inequality and unfairness, the next generation, the next, and so forth, all looked for a better outcome but couldn't see their way through. As time passed, they figured out slowly that they wouldn't stand for it anymore. This trait has been carried throughout history up to modern days and sticks with the culture and the race to hopefully live on forever. They know what they've been through, what they are capable of, and where they wanna go. 

Even though the Holocaust and the African Slave Trade were tragic events and didn't end in the greatest outcome, the people who were lucky enough to survive and live through it all, or even just carry on their legacy, they are the light at the end of the tunnel. 

Through the Looking Glass

The Maasai  is a tribe found in Kenya and Northern Tanzania. They originated in Northwest Kenya and began migrating south during the 15th century. The largest the territory ever was, was in the mid-19th century. Because the Maasai was such a large tribe, many ethnic groups that had already settled in areas nearby were forced to leave and find other ground. Although their size was over powering, some tribes did not leave but rather joined into the Maasai society. All of these factors and more are the core reasons that the Maasai tribe is one of the largest populations in its region.

The Maasai society is mainly based on age. Many ceremonies and celebrations occur at certain ages and points in life. These events also correspond with gender, which in this tribe, is very much valued differently then what we know here in America. For example, at very young ages, the boys are send out to work with the calves and lambs, while the girls are quickly taught responsibilities at home such as chores and care taking. Like all tribes, and even groups, the Maasai have their own set of customs and beliefs. From religious beliefs, monotheistic, to simple everyday customs that have run through the tribe for generations. Some being things they need on a daily basis; traditionally having a diet of Raw meat, raw milk, and raw blood from cattle. More modernly, soups are one of the most important use of plants for food, mainly made with roots and occasionally bark. Others by choice, like jewelry and how they dress their body. The Maasai are known for their intricate jewelry, consisting of bead and cuffs and other materials they can find and create and many colors each resembling something different. One of their favored colors is red and is used in a lot of this jewelry and worn by many. Even as a tribe, clothing varies by age and location, so it it different within in each pocket of people. Head shaving is common and represents the fresh start that will be made as one passes from one to another of life's chapters. The Maasai tribe has kept their traditions and customs, which is becoming more and more difficult due to the governments effort in assistance, for many years and continue to amaze us with they're constant ways in isolation.

Living here in America, especially Vail, we have so much and are so unaware of other cultures and conditions around the world. One thing that struck me is the fact that within the Maasai tribe, a woman is about the equivalent of a cow. Simply hearing that makes me cringe. Sure, here in America men may be valued a little  more, even if we are perceived as equals, its just how it is. But for a woman to have such little or no amount to anything, its astounding. Also, the reasoning behind why head shaving is common had me go back and read it again. I first thought of how they are so much better in their self image and what they think of themselves and other and then I had a second thought. "Fresh start that will be made as one passes from one to another of life's chapters," it shows what they really value, and its so much more important than some of the things we value. All people here need to do is look at how other people live, in person or even just seeing what its like through reading it or pictures or videos, but just witness. We all need to see that perspective of how different we all are and live and how we actually react to that.

Inspiration is Inspiring

Out of all the animals in the kingdom, I would chose to be a lion. Not only does my hair match its mane, but my personality mirrors it as well. I resemble a lion in more ways than possible, beginning with my boldness and will to be outgoing. Similar to a lion, I can step up and take initiative and be that one person who goes out to meet a person or act on something, the things others wouldn't. Also, a lion and I share the same quality of compassion and putting others first. As a lion would step before a cub or fellow lion, I would pull the same deal with a close friend and or family member. Whether it is simply a minor comment, or a full blown physical act, I would have myself intervene within moments. Another characteristic I share with the lion is our love for play and activity. I have the constant need to be outside and running around, just as a lion in the endless long grasses of their habitats. All in all I would choose to become a lion because it is the animal that most resembles me as a human.

There are many people out there who are inspirational to all and some who only inspire some. I am one of those who looks up to the people who are maybe hiding a little or who aren't straight up out there. One person who inspires me is my half-sister. We may not be directly related by blood, but very much so by heart. Samantha chose to drop out of high school and not return. After a little while, she moved to New York and joined a program called City Year consisting of teaching children, and I could tell just when she talked about it, how she had changed and seen a new perspective. She continued after that choosing to do something she loved which was baking. Shortly thereafter, she took her General Equivalency Diploma test and passed. Just seeing where she started and still knowing that she completed her goal inspires me that there is no end, and that giving up is never an option. Another inspirational person in my eyes is Walt Disney. He started out as any other person and decided to join a newspaper, and later was then fired because "he lacked imagination and had no good ideas." Even after that he continued to start up small businesses and each failed, resulting him in bankruptcy and failure. Walt Disney was told no, he wasn't good enough, and had pure evidence of constant decline and what looked like it would be collapse. He pushed through it all, he had the perseverance, and it showed. If anyone now a days heard what his story was, not previously knowing it, they would be astonished because of his numerous and world widely famous accomplishments. He inspires me in a way that has me push away denial and see that its not about who is going to let me its about who is going to stop me, and then telling them they're wrong. Finally, another person who inspires me is not one person at all. It is a mind set. Its the people who have set in their mind- I am not my first priority, others are my first priority. People who help others, do the right thing when no one is looking, and find pleasure and happiness when it is glistening in someone else's eyes.

Everyone is inspired by someone, and everyone is someones inspiration. You just have to find them.

Fear Itself is the Scariest

My biggest fear going into this experience is being accepted by the children at the school and orphanage in Tanzania. The moment our tuk-tuk pulled up to CPO, the Cambodian orphanage, there was an instant connection between the volunteers and the students. My first step, there was a hand interlocked with mine and another child’s arms wrapped around my waist. It was amazing how the children didn’t know us by any means, let alone hadn’t even learned our names, and yet they could be so open to us. My fear going to Tanzania is that the children there may not be that way. I’m afraid that the children may be shy or may not open up to us as quickly. Of course, I can get over my fear and I am already beginning. All I need to do is think on the bright side, maybe they are as accepting, and if they’re not, I just have to get to know them. It’s not an impossible fear, and I’ll be ready to overcome the challenge, because I know that in the end, I will be so much more grateful for connecting with them sooner than later.

For me, the most difficult thing will be going into the trip knowing that I will have to leave the children, and then actually leaving them. There is no emotion more powerful than love, and when broken, it’s heart shattering. I know that leaving the children in Cambodia was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. Knowing that I'll have to do it again is harder. My goal is to improve those children's lives and make a connection, and if I am to reach my goal, leaving that connection is going to be painful. The thought that I’ll become close, then have to leave, and may never come back, is a knife to the stomach in itself. Having a past experience, I know the pain thats coming, but nothing can prepare you for such a thing.

This trip I will change in ways that will have me looking at my home life in a much more grateful way. Seeing how these children live, their homes and meals and activities, really opens up your eyes. People always say be grateful for what you have because there are so many people who have so much less than you. I never really thought about it as much as I did when I actually experienced it first hand. These children who have so much less and yet they are so much more grateful for what they have rather than wanting more. It's really amazing and just shows that the kids who want everything and anything are so very ungrateful. When I come home, I believe that I will change my outlook on what I have and how it compares to everything the children have in Tanzania. 

Its a Blessing

As you may or may not know, the summer of 2013 I traveled to Cambodia. This summer I am fortunate enough to travel again, but this time to Tanzania. This is such an amazing opportunity and I am so very excited to be traveling with Children's Global Alliance once again. For this service trip, nine other volunteers and I will be going to a school and orphanage and assisting their living conditions and education to our best ability. We have already begun our path in fundraising 3000 dollars and getting prepared for the trip and the excitement is slowly building up. When I traveled to Cambodia, I experienced so much love and so many great experiences that I will never forget, and I hope that I can have the same effect on the children in Tanzania and take be able to take away some of the most amazing memories.

To read my previous blog- gitteincambodia.blogspot.com

To know more about the organization I am traveling with, http://www.childrensglobalalliance.org/