Just laying on bed, my body aching and my head is literally on fire.
Scrolling through same 3 apps, seeing excitements of a "long weekend" ahead.
Ooh! It dawns on me. It's Easter weekend.
My bad. I haven't been oriented to days of the week, only dates for some time because, you
know..work!
My work wants me to know date and time, I can barely differentiate a weekday and a weekend/holiday until I get on the road and wonder why the jam ain't like usual.
But, I love it here. I love this work. Maybe a lil' too much. Idk.
It's the one thing I've dreamt of all
my life, and worked for it all my life and it turned out not-so-perfect but absolutely how I wanted it to be. Idk if that makes sense lol.
But I love it here.
So, anyways. It's a bit rainy here. (well, it was). And that moment really brought a flash of memories in my head.
The good old days of Mazinde Juu. Oh dear. Such memories make my eyes teary and fill my face with so much smiles and my heart with a longing of that paradise.
The Easter of 2014 was nothing like ever before at Mazinde Juu.
I was in form 5. And the school headgirl. And that was
supposed to be the only Easter that I would spend at home as an A-level student. But mothernature clearly had other plans.
It was raining heavily. All over. Not just at Luhoto.
There was a bridge that broke.
That's how it all went RIGHT (I wouldn't say "left" cuz I'm lefthanded.)
For days, we heard about buses failing to go in and out of Dar Es Salaam. How few hours trips took days because of the damage rain had on the roads.
We all still had hopes of going home anyways. It was supposed to be a 10-days holiday, (sounds short unless you're a student).
And then one day, our dear headmistress Sr. Evetha Kilamba just broke the silence. Not to the school. But to A-levels (supposedly we were the adults of the school).
That we were all NOT going ANYWHERE for the Easter holidays.
The shock. The despair. The rage. I remember it all.
We were sitting just outside Sisters's convent when she told us. She told us how our parents were worried for us and how they were ready for anything BUT us travelling with that weather.
We really didn't believe that, (at least majority of us)
We thought she was sweet-talking us.
So, we leaders were given the task to go announce that to O-levels (and make it make sense to those kids).
And ooh, she gave us the key to watch the news that day to prove that the roads were terrible.
We told them kids and they DID NOT like it at all.
Cinvinced them to watch the
news. That was my FIRST time at Mazinde Juu watching the school TV, I wasn't a fan honestly.
And right there at ITV, the then Minister of Transport, the late Magufuli was on screen at Ubungo Bus Stand explaining that in a couple of days things will be fixed and buses will be
allowed to restart their trips.
While he talked, (as if the ITV videographer knew Mazinde Juu girls were watching), they zoomed on the bus that always picked us up, SHAMBALAI.
And I tell you, the whole Eva Mazala Hall(in which we were watching the news) was filled with screams of
joy.
To the minds of kids (US), there was still a chance for us to go home. But there wasn't really.
We calmed people down and told them to go back to their classes for night prep and we would go in each class to take suggestions, cuz we knew damn well we wasn't going home LOL.
And we did. In the middle of all the anger and despair of not seeing our chatmates in that short holiday (maybe), the girls gave out their needs (actually WANTS) for them to be calm and spend the holiday at school.
Some were plainly ridiculous.
There was no way we were gonna
take them to Sr. Evetha.
We sorted the practical ones.
Some were; 1. Dorms to be open all the time 2. TV to be accessible all the time 3. A day for picnic to be arranged 4. We want better food to be cooked. 5. We don't want Easter food cooked by our cooks&Sisters, but CARTERERS.
6. We want sports competitions and DISCO (obviously).
Ooh, and we wanna wear anything but schooldays uniform and no classes.
We took them to Sr. Evetha, and she was relieved that we were able to control the situation and promised to give us all of that and more. And SHE DID.
It was the most MEMORABLE Easter Holiday ever. (actually the only one I can recall because of how special it was)
It was the beginning of our now long term relationship with "Mama Carterer" from Korogwe.
We loved every moment we spent with her and her crew. Such a lovely lady.
Days went fast (and slow), but we enjoyed the most.
The Easter I will never forget.
From there, days turned into months, and in no time we were dancing celebrating being done with school.
See that chubby girl with a white shirt and greet skirt dancing? That's Me.
HAPPY EASTER.❤️
I have to disagree with him.
These changes are NOT going to happen over a year, or decade maybe not even century.
Suffragettes fought for votes over 100yrs ago.
Yet even today, studies have shown that in some areas, women don't really have the freedom to vote for who they want.
I mean, there were cases the other year of divorces and DV because the wives voted for someone that their husbands didn't like. Actually, statistics show that DOMSTIC VIOLENCE cases go up during elections because of these incidents.
There are countries that allowed their women to
vote just few years ago.
But should we say the suffragettes of all countries work was just superficial because we still have issues in women voting? It is very ridiculous to do that.
The suffragettes and all other women movements are under the umbrella of feminism and have done
BARUA KWA BINTI WA 🇹🇿 #UZI #PARTONE
Binti,
Salaam zikufikie pale ulipo kama upepo uvumavyo kutoka baharini kwenda nchi kavu. Natumaini hujambo. Mimi sijambo.
Kila siku nakuwaza sana. Nafikiria nifanyeje kugusa maisha yako.
Kabla ya yote nijitambulishe, mimi ni #DaktariMwandishi
Dhumuni la barua hii, ni kusema na wewe Binti. Natamani barua hii ningeiremba kwa maua, lakini naamini maneno nitakayoandika ni mbegu tosha.
Jana ilikuwa siku ya wapendanao, haijalishi ulipokea salamu au la, naomba pokea zangu; NAKUPENDA.
Enzi hizo nikiwa sekondari, ilikuwa siku
nzuri sana. Wale ma-admire/dada wa shule/vindende tuliandikiana kadi na kupeana zawadi. Ilipoangukia wikiendi kama hii, mambo yalikuwa moto zaidi, tulipokea kadi na barua kutoka kwa marafiki mbalimbali. Tukisubiria jumatatu tuibie kuingia facebook kuchungulia salam tulizotumiwa.
There is no need of that because girls are being taught that even before they attain menarche.
The question is, when are boys going to be taught how to actually be good husbands and their roles in marriage?
If you were a woman, you'd know that "ndoa" has been the backbone of
everything women are taught to do.
Literally, a girlchild is being groomed to be a wife from a young age, being shown their place and "responsibilities" as mothers and wives.
But I don't see that happening to a boychild. They are just let "to be boys" and suddenly they marry and
expected to transition to be men, fathers and husbands.
Nobody prepares them for that.
Nobody teaches them anything during puberty.
They are left to figure out everything themselves because "they are boys"
And then we wonder how comes the marriage institution is failing miserably
Oooh Mama Afrika! Tunakusifu kwa kuijaza Afrika. Kwa kutupa matunda bora ya mbegu zilizopandwa kwako.
Tumeona kilio chako kutoka nyikani. Kilio chako kwa matunda yako yaliyopotea kabla hayajaiva.
Mama Afrika, kilio chako tumekisikia. Futa machozi.
Kwani #MaamuziYakoKeshoYako#UZI
Ni siku nyingine tulivu, baada ya purukushani za daladala kuwahi hospitali, nilimsalimu nesi wa zamu huku nikivaa koti langu tayari kuandaa meza kwa ajili ya kliniki ya kina mama wajawazito.
Mlipuko wa homa ya virusi vya Korona ulikuwa umeanza, na siku ile #MaamuziYakoKeshoYako
Tulikuwa na mengi ya kuongea na kina mama wajawazito.
Nesi alitupa kila mmoja jukumu la kuelezea kitu kimoja.
Kabla ya kliniki, kabla ya kugawa namba kwa ajili ya kumuona daktari, ni lazima tutoe MASOMO mbalimbali kwa faida ya kina mama wajawazito. #MaamuziYakoKeshoYako