Also good timing was the arrival of Miraji Muganda. Miraji is only 17, but he has studied and is quite passionate about, permaculture. He visited us back in January when he led our volunteers from Whitworth University in planting a “mandala garden”. Miraji returned this month on a break from school and advised us where and how best to plant our arborial bounty. Helping Miraji this time was Gabriel Juma, former street boy sponsored by Baobab and now employed on our farm. Asanteni everybody and Karibuni fruit salad one of these days!

the new baobab home!!!!thank you elke and team!

Coconut Palms

Coconut Palms

papaya

more bananas-we got lots

Miraji wearing the flag of Tanzania

Gabriel planting a palm

Miraji offering you some mulch or something

banana trees

Farm Dog

Help from the neighbors

Omi,Hadija and Faiza

Teresa, a professional speech therapist, recently visited The Baobab Home, to meet and work with Omari and Faiza! The small piece of skin under Omari’s tongue was too short, which made it difficult for him to made different sounds and learn to speak. We took him to the hospital to have it cut; and since then has been free to make new noises, and is now saying “Mama”! Teresa informed us just how useful a little peanut butter or honey can be – Omari’s speech exercises include reaching his tongue forward to lick honey off his lips and using his tongue and other mouth muscles to eat peanut butter! Faiza’s growth has been stunted both physically and mentally. She has a very small vocabulary, but a long attention span which is helping her learn more. Teresa encouraged us to use and repeat key words clearly. Practice and repetition is essential, asking questions and helping her to pronounce words.

Volunteer Coordinator Martha Richardson of Canada will be taking over some of the blogging to keep you all updated. Here’s her first interview with Lead Caregiver Glory. As you will see, Glory makes a hard job look easy! Thanks to Martha and Glory!

Mama Glory is close with each child living at The Baobab Home. She is there every step of the way and makes them feel safe and truly at home. She is a calm and relaxed woman who passes her peaceful patient manner into the atmosphere at the home.

What made you want to work with children?

“It has always been my hobby really. Caring for children comes naturally to me and I have always wanted to learn more about them.”

What did you study in college?

“I went to Upendo College to study about children and child care.”

Which region are you from and what tribe are you?

“I am from Kilimanjaro, and I my tribe is Chagga.”

What do you like most about your job at The Baobab Home?

“I like having first hand experience to gain more knowledge about children. This is the kind of job I studied for and hoped to get.”

What is a day in the life of you, (Glory), like?

“First, I wake up before the children, around 6:30 or 7am, to prepare uji (porridge). Then as the children wake up and I help them use the washroom and bathe. The children have their morning activity and around 11am we begin to prepare lunch. We eat at 1pm. After lunch most of the children have a nap and then an afternoon walk. At 3pm I start cooking dinner. Dinner is served at 7pm. After medicine is given to those who need it and I wash the children and help them prepare for bed. Of course there are things that come up, doctor appointments, days to the beach, and much more, that change our daily routine, but usually it is like this.”

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We took the photo for the shirt, but Juma is a terrific kid and deserves his props. He’s been neighbor to the Baobab Home for 5 years. He’s incredibly creative, building his own toys out of garbage. He builds miniature houses out of mud. He’s a lefty, and he thinks outside of the box, which you don’t see a lot of here. He’s got a great sense of humor, loves to dress in costume, and he can bend his body like a piece of rubber. I think he could give Napolean Dynamite a run for his money on that dance solo. Juma lives with his grandmother and cousins, but his mother is alive and well. It is the culture of the Zaramo tribe for grandparents to do the child rearing. We have helped the family from time to time with food and medicine. We have given Juma’s grandmother work as a weaving instructor to our volunteers. Juma is one of the Bong’wa kids who is very much a part of the Baobab family.

Not sure how he got such a cool shirt, but my vote is for Juma!

A few weeks ago when all of our summer volunteers were still here Laura, Laura, Ali, Rachel, Skye, Helen, Terri, Vivian, George and Mohammed all crammed in the car for a road trip. Eight Wazungu Women, a Man and a Baby- a new Feature Film. Our poor truck has never been the same since after the terrain we crossed, but a good time was had by all! First we stopped off to see our friends Mwajuma and Mussa and their family. They belong to a semi- nomadic pastoralist tribe called the Wamang’ati. Cattle and livestock are their pride, joy, lifestyle, and chief (usually only) source of wealth. They live very simply, usually in grass huts, but do not perceive themselves as poor if they have cattle. Mussa, the husband, was travelling, but his wife Mwajuma was happy to receive us. They are incredibly gracious people and love our visits. They like to have photos taken, especially ones showing their cows. We try to always make prints for them.

Before anyone had to have any warm, raw milk, we headed down the (dirt, gravelly, dusty, potholed) road to visit Mohammed’s family. Just when we thought we were close we had to go pretty far off the main road. Mohammed’s mother died shortly after he was born and his grandmother could not properly feed or care for him. Now that Mohammed is a little older, strong, walking and healthy, he is ready to go home soon. His house is remote, but he will be well loved by his family.

Here are our Wee Ones!
Laura Baraka is standing with confidence and just about to walk. She does the (seated)happy eating dance before every meal and likes to crawl without benefit of her knees. She is a little peach. Mohammed seems to have a blossoming comedic personality. His first words are all the names of his siblings and he chants them all day long. Certainly a ‘people person’. We hope to reunify Mohammed before the end of the year. Hadija is still our resident princess, but sweet Faidha had made a good impression and her and has softened the edges of Hadija’s ‘terrible twos’. Our hopes of reunifying Hadija with her father go up and down. He recently suffered kidney failure so it looks like she will unable to return home for quite awhile. Faidha, who is 5, but looks two, loves her Baobab life. She’s gained 4 or 5 kilos since arriving and has started to talk. She just got corrective inserts for her flat feet. We will soon get her to the dentist for some much needed work. When Faidha is happy, it looks like she holds within her all the happiness of the world. And when she’s sad, it is just heartbreaking.

Thanks to volunteer Ali for getting all the kids on track with potty training!

Welcome Home Muba!! Muba and his mother (now ‘Mum’) are back from England and we are so happy to have them. Muba has grown up so much in the many months he spent in London. He made a lot of friends at the school he attended at the hospital and he likes to speak English now. His face looks terrific. The tumor is absolutely gone. Many thanks to their host Alice in London! She is a Tanzanian grandmother, and nurse who lives near and works at the hospital where Muba was treated. What luck!! Thanks also to Maria and Sarah for being the Baobab Reps on the ground and helping Muba adjust. And of course, Facing the World organization is amazing. They make huge improvements in the lives of children with facial disfigurements. Welcome home Muba and Mum!

Wednesday morning Debora, George, baby Ester and I left at dawn. I white- knuckled my way through my first major bus trip since our accident in 2007. Watching elephants, giraffes, zebra and baboons on the way was a nice consolation. Twelve hours later, by great luck, we were greeted by Isaak, the second best taxi driver in all of Tanzania (next to William of course). His rate to the village was fair, but high ($60). The alternative however, was hours crammed in a van driving through clouds of very fine, lung crushing orange dust. The next morning we were on the road again. We stopped and asked questions at a beautiful tea plantation on the way. Already the names Debora remembered were familiar to people. The trail was hot. We arrived and had to wait for the village elders to finish their meeting under the tree. That was about 3 hours. This village was so small and I couldn’t help but wonder what the pressing issues were. Finally, we were graciously received. Someone knew the brother- in- law of Debora’s grandmother. He was called in. He was quite a character, and assured us that Debora’s grandmother was very much alive. We were introduced to siblings of Debora’s grandmother, all of whom where so happy to see her and thanked us profusely for returning one of their own.

The next day Debora’s grandmother arrived from a bigger town several hours south. She hugged us and sang and we all sat and had a big family meeting about Debora’s past and future. When Debora was small the family was extremely poor. When Debora’s father died, her grandmother had a very hard time caring for her and other grandchildren. Nobody remembers exactly, but Debora was about 10 when she ran away. She was told years later in Dar that her grandmother had died. For years, Deb’s grandmother was known for making local liquor out of grain. Now she seems to be doing well and is a member of local government. We were given gifts by the family for bringing Debora and Ester home- a beautiful handwoven mat and basket and some food, and a live chicken. They wanted to give us guinea pigs, but I had to draw the line. Sadly, the camera ran out of battery so there are no photos of Debora’s grandmother. Grandmother, Debora and baby Ester left for town, but Debora knows that she and Ester are welcome with her village family as well.