Hello! Happy June to all!
I've got so much to talk about after our girls empowerment conference, last Thursday through Monday! Check out all the pics and hopefully video. It went really well, especially considering that none of us have tried to plan anything like this before. We hosted about 80 people at the teacher's college, Kitangali TTC, nearby my village. This included 54 girls from 14 schools throughout Lindi and Mtwara regions, 19 PCVs, 7 Tanzanian counterpart teachers, and 2 Tanzanian guest speakers. We covered topics of women's reproductive health, menstruation, pregnancy, STIs and HIV/AIDS transmission and prevention, relationship and communication skills, self-esteem, goal-setting and future planning, and finally the girls were trained to be peer educators and go back to their respective schools to share what they've learned.
Before I get into it any further, I guess I should give a little background on the culture that makes these topics so relevant and important.
Maybe don't read this part? So before the ceremony I ate a very large portion of rice and beans in a very short period of time, and then proceeded to go right into moving furniture to arrange the room for the ceremony. I was working up a good sweat and then started feeling a little bit woozy, but brushed it off as eating right before "exercise". Fast forward to handing out certificates, my job for the night. The college's vice principal had just received his and was making a lovely little speech when I knew I was not in good shape. I walked very quickly out of the room and threw up outside. But I felt pretty good after that and went back in and finished the job. The next two hours involved lots of wrap-up work amongst the PCVs. Keep in mind I was feeling totally fine the two hours since the first barf fest. All of a sudden I had a bad feeling in my stomache. I literally ran out of the classroom and made it perhaps 15 feet...and then I knew...this is what it feels like to shit your pants. It happens to PCVs all the time, but I always had this idea that it wouldn't happen to me. But I didn't understand how truly easy it is to shit your pants! I didn't stand a chance with only 30 seconds of warning. Fast forward maybe 15 minutes (I'll spare y'all the clean-up details)...I'm in my friend Hanako's house, feeling fine once again, when I had the sudden urge to throw up again and barely made it outside in time. I proceeded to barf out the rest of what was in my stomache, which still remains a mystery to me. My biggest fear was that it was bad food and we were about to have 80 people, supposed to get on buses early the next morning, with nasty coming out both ends and sharing just one poop hole. But luckily it was only me. And fast forward another few days and I'm all better, so no harm done, just a disgusting story.
Anyways, the last session of the conference we sat with our group of girls and helped them to plan out two peer education activities they would implement at school. My five girls - Zulfa, Nurati, Elizabeth, Maisala, and Maimuna - were and still are so excited. When they left the conference they came to say goodbye (I had to stay and do some clean-up/wrap-up stuff). They had giant smiles on their faces and they just looked up at me and said "Mwalimu wetu (our teacher)", and that was probably the greatest feeling I've had since being in Tanzania! :) They literally wanted to start teaching the next day, which I had to shoot down...Madam Poopy-pants needs to rest for a few days!They are most excited to teach about menstruation to the younger girls. So excited that they wanted to plan a 4 hour session next Saturday. I had to knock that down to 2 hours. But I'm so looking forward to watching them teach their peers, although I have a feeling they don't realize how much preparation goes into teaching and will be in for a bit of a surprise. For now they want to stick to only girls, their age and younger, but I'm hoping if they continue they'll gain the confidence to teach older girls and also the boys. I'll keep you posted on their work!
Also in exciting news, my family arrives in Tanzania two weeks from today!! I can't wait!
I've got so much to talk about after our girls empowerment conference, last Thursday through Monday! Check out all the pics and hopefully video. It went really well, especially considering that none of us have tried to plan anything like this before. We hosted about 80 people at the teacher's college, Kitangali TTC, nearby my village. This included 54 girls from 14 schools throughout Lindi and Mtwara regions, 19 PCVs, 7 Tanzanian counterpart teachers, and 2 Tanzanian guest speakers. We covered topics of women's reproductive health, menstruation, pregnancy, STIs and HIV/AIDS transmission and prevention, relationship and communication skills, self-esteem, goal-setting and future planning, and finally the girls were trained to be peer educators and go back to their respective schools to share what they've learned.
Before I get into it any further, I guess I should give a little background on the culture that makes these topics so relevant and important.
- In general, girls develop and start having sex earlier here than in America. There is no standard for sex education, with the exception of a few topics like STIs covered in the high school biology syllabus. Therefore most teenagers understand very little about their bodies, sex, and the risks involved. Every so often schools have mandatory pregnancy testing and pregnant girls must quit school (technically the boy responsible is supposed to be sent to prison for 7 years, but this almost never happens).
- Condom use is not widely practiced. There is a lot of misinformation spread about condoms, for example that they make the man sterile, that condoms actually cause HIV/AIDS, etc. Anyone can get condoms for free at their local clinic, and yet many won't get them or use them (or use them correctly) due to all the stigma.
- When you see a group of girls together, they are very talkative and loud and outgoing. As soon as you add in some boys, the girls become much more passive. This is extremely visible in the classroom. In Form I, the girls are at the top of the class, confident and answering questions. By Form IV, almost all the top students are boys and girls participate very little in class. In Tanzanian culture in general, and Muslim culture in particular, men are dominate and women are submissive. This leaves the woman particularly vulnerable; if a man doesn't want to wear a condom, end of discussion. When a man wants to have sex, he needs to be satisfied. I believe there is very little concern for the female's needs or desires.
- Prostitution, especially of very young girls, is a problem in poor, rural areas. There are few options for young people that need to earn money. There is a Kiswahili word, "Fataki" that means an older man who pays, buys clothes for, etc. school girls in exchange for sex. Many PCVs I know have heard of a Fataki at their school (often one of their male teachers...a whole other issue) and I've found that female students are extremely aware of prostitution and will talk about it fairly openly.
- In general Tanzanians have different standard for faithfulness within a relationship. Many couples are living very far apart from each other (the government places workers like teachers and nurses) and find additional partners outside their marriage. This becomes problematic in areas with already high rates of STIs and HIV infection. Add to that the fact that men in Muslim communities have up to four wives. If any one of those five go outside of the marriage and contract HIV, it will be spread to the other four in the marriage (and to any of their outside partners). So you can imagine how easily an STI can spread through a community.
- We were told by multiple Tanzanians during the conference that "Tanzanians don't talk about heavy issues like this." This is exactly why Peace Corps encourages life skills education, and particularly female empowerment. There is no space to talk about these issues at school or home. And yet they have SO MANY questions. Schools are generally not a safe place where students feel open and free to ask a teacher a personal question. They mostly know their teachers as the people that regularly beat them with a stick for not wearing socks with their shoes. And because few parents are educated on these issues, even if their daughter felt comfortable enough to ask about something like safe sex, the parents likely don't know the answers (or worse, are misinformed and give false information).
Maybe don't read this part? So before the ceremony I ate a very large portion of rice and beans in a very short period of time, and then proceeded to go right into moving furniture to arrange the room for the ceremony. I was working up a good sweat and then started feeling a little bit woozy, but brushed it off as eating right before "exercise". Fast forward to handing out certificates, my job for the night. The college's vice principal had just received his and was making a lovely little speech when I knew I was not in good shape. I walked very quickly out of the room and threw up outside. But I felt pretty good after that and went back in and finished the job. The next two hours involved lots of wrap-up work amongst the PCVs. Keep in mind I was feeling totally fine the two hours since the first barf fest. All of a sudden I had a bad feeling in my stomache. I literally ran out of the classroom and made it perhaps 15 feet...and then I knew...this is what it feels like to shit your pants. It happens to PCVs all the time, but I always had this idea that it wouldn't happen to me. But I didn't understand how truly easy it is to shit your pants! I didn't stand a chance with only 30 seconds of warning. Fast forward maybe 15 minutes (I'll spare y'all the clean-up details)...I'm in my friend Hanako's house, feeling fine once again, when I had the sudden urge to throw up again and barely made it outside in time. I proceeded to barf out the rest of what was in my stomache, which still remains a mystery to me. My biggest fear was that it was bad food and we were about to have 80 people, supposed to get on buses early the next morning, with nasty coming out both ends and sharing just one poop hole. But luckily it was only me. And fast forward another few days and I'm all better, so no harm done, just a disgusting story.
Anyways, the last session of the conference we sat with our group of girls and helped them to plan out two peer education activities they would implement at school. My five girls - Zulfa, Nurati, Elizabeth, Maisala, and Maimuna - were and still are so excited. When they left the conference they came to say goodbye (I had to stay and do some clean-up/wrap-up stuff). They had giant smiles on their faces and they just looked up at me and said "Mwalimu wetu (our teacher)", and that was probably the greatest feeling I've had since being in Tanzania! :) They literally wanted to start teaching the next day, which I had to shoot down...Madam Poopy-pants needs to rest for a few days!They are most excited to teach about menstruation to the younger girls. So excited that they wanted to plan a 4 hour session next Saturday. I had to knock that down to 2 hours. But I'm so looking forward to watching them teach their peers, although I have a feeling they don't realize how much preparation goes into teaching and will be in for a bit of a surprise. For now they want to stick to only girls, their age and younger, but I'm hoping if they continue they'll gain the confidence to teach older girls and also the boys. I'll keep you posted on their work!
Also in exciting news, my family arrives in Tanzania two weeks from today!! I can't wait!