Today we had a busy day.
We went to visit two new sites for SACCOS. They are both on the same road so it made sense
to do this, however it resulted in another busy day. To get to these villages we went down the
hill from Iringa and turned west towards Ihemi and Ifunda. The drive down the pavement takes about 50
minutes after which we turned and headed down a long dirt road. The drive is pretty; we went through a beautiful
valley with a few rough spots here and there, but nothing we hadn’t seen
before.
The one problem was that no one in our vehicle knew where we
are going. We were going to have a
reporter from Radio Furaha accompany us today, but his wife had to go to the
hospital and as a result we made several stops to ask for directions. The direction we were always given was “moja kwa moja” , which means “straight
ahead”. When we finally reached Wasa,
our destination, we found the Lutheran Church, but there was no one
around. We needed to find the pastor’s
house.
We stopped at a secondary school and learned that the pastor
lives on the other side of the village we just came from. So, we turned around and headed back to where
we had just come from. It’s somewhat
difficult to tell where the village is, but the Tanzanian members of our team
knew where to stop. The young man we
talked with said he was planning on going to our meeting anyway, so he climbed into the backseat (which already
held four people- so our intern obligingly climbed into the back) and directed
us to our destination.
We got to the pastor’s house – or rather we stopped on the
road where we could see the pastor’s house.
The pastor came running to meet us.
We all walked down along the corn to his house for chai and potatoes –
and, of course, our meeting. The corn
was interesting. On one side of the dirt
path it was 8 feet tall – the biggest we have seen. On the other side it was 4 feet tall – not bad,
but not great. The pastor explained that
the tall corn was planted by a man who “could get some capital” and used fertilizer
and better seed. The short corn was
planted by a man who could not afford fertilizer or seed.
The pastor is currently living in a mud house and
compound. Inside he and his wife have
tacked up newspapers and hung them from cord to try to cover up the mud. He explained to us that he is going to build
a new house near the church soon. We had
chai with Irish potatoes – they are excellent!
We talked a little about this area.
He told us that he has 200 adults and 300 children in his
congregation. Most of the children cannot
attend school beyond primary since their
parents cannot afford secondary school tuition.
The estimated annual income is
$435/year for most of the congregation.
He tells us that for those who have some capital it is about $1,800/year
– but these are very few. But there is
no source of capital in this village he tells us. That is why they asked us to come.
The pastor sent word out to some of his congregation members
who are interested in forming a SACCOS and soon se were joined by several of
them. We spent 1 ½ hours going over the details of what they need
to do, how much capital is required to get started, etc., and then we invited
them to send 3 people to our training session that will be held in Iringa in
late March.
We asked about their interest in SACCOS and were told that
they always listen to our Radio program on Radio Furaha. According to the pastor the show is often the
subject of talk in town the day after, which is something we like to hear.
We said good bye and headed down the road to Kiponzero for our next meeting.
We turned off the pavement and onto a long dirt road.
We had to stop for directions. “moja kwa moja” was what everyone kept saying.
The back seat was full today. There was Itiweni, Brown, Margaret, and Peter stuffed into a seat built for three.
This lady gave us directions while balancing her pail on her head.
“moja kwa moja” is what she told us.
The pastor lives in a mud compound near the road.
He came running up to the road to greet us and show us the way.
This man could afford fertilizer.
This man could not.
We had some great potatoes with our chai.
Our interns had fun visiting with the cooks.
These three mamas showed up with their babies.
The views from the pastor's house were marvelous.
This little cutey stole the show.
We loaded up and headed down the road. We have another meeting today!
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