Learning Curve

Everyone knows that when you come to a new culture, or a new anything for that matter, there will be a learning curve. Indeed, in the past several days, I have learned a few invaluable lessons. First, I was not spelling Mr. Donut’s name correctly. It is accurately spelled D-O-N-A-L-D. The reason it is spelled Donald is that his named is actually Donald. I can’t begin to tell you how highly I think of Mr. Donald. He is a kind, wise, wonderful person and if he thinks less highly of me, maybe because I’ve been calling him a breakfast snack instead of his name, well he hasn’t let it show. He may even find me a bit on the slow side since I asked him if Kuku would be laying eggs. Kuku will not be laying eggs, you see, because she’s a rooster. I guess I noticed the red thing around his neck, but I thought maybe she was just a sturdy girl with an overdeveloped Adam’s apple.

I’ve also learned about teenage girls, not that I am completely inexperienced on the subject, what with having been one, working with them for years, and being related to/knowing several of whom I am quite fond. On Thursday morning, I finished reading a very sad post by my dearest Maggie. So I was sitting at my desk weeping, very, very sneakily, I thought. Who am I kidding? When I cry, especially if I am trying to be surreptitious about it, there are a multitude of obvious physical signs. In addition to the red face and swollen eyes, my nose widens to twice its true size and turns purple and there tends to be quite a bit of involuntary and violent inhalations of breath and convulsions of my diaphragm.   Right about the time I was finally pulling myself together (don’t you think if I could stop crying, I would?) a young girl, looking to be about 13, came in the office, in her school uniform, also crying. She sat talking/weeping with my lovely co-workers for a few moments, when I could stand it no more and went out and put my arm around her, patted her, gave her my bottle of water, and in my mind, comforted her for whatever horrible event she had endured that morning. It was decided that Daudi, one of my fabulous co-workers, would drive her to school, and I was invited to go along. When we arrived at her school, we went with her to the administrative office, where she resumed her heartbreaking tears. No one in the office seemed particularly moved, so I just stood there smiling, as I am learning to do. And a good thing too. Turns out, there had been a very small issue the day before that had been completely resolved, there was absolutely no reason for her to have walked to the CK office instead of going straight to school, she can be a bit dramatic, and was essentially seeking attention in an inappropriate way. Which I gave her. So, while I can’t say that teenage girls are the same worldwide, having not been worldwide, I can say there are some striking similarities between some teenage girls in the US and some in Tanzania. And I wanted my bottle of water back.

The Swahili Quiz update: there is a tie between Eric and Lauren S. And yes, you can use a translator because I am guessing many of my readers do not speak Swahili, although Lauren does so she should probably get two points. So much for the tie. Sorry Eric- but don’t stop playing! Today’s challenge: Twende sokoni. Ninataka kununua matunda.

Sorry this post isn’t particularly deep, but stay tuned. It’s basically a Monday for us here. But later this week, we will deal with some critical issues, including malaria and solar lighting! Amani! Judy

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14 Responses to Learning Curve

  1. erik greenbaum says:

    Let’s go to market. I want to buy fruit…
    tie broken?! and yes, I use google translate too!

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  2. jccrosby2014 says:

    You won that round! Score 2 to 2.

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  3. mimi says:

    I can see you now my sweet!

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  4. Margarita says:

    Yay, solar lighting! Shed some light on malaria AND teenage girls, lol xoxoM

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  5. Cynthia Hickman says:

    Ahhh the drama queen syndrome…..unfortunate to hear it is a universal affliction!

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  6. Maggie O'C says:

    Nice to know teenage girls are annoying the world over. Does the chicken sleep with you? What do you do with this chicken?

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  7. Elizabeth says:

    Teen are teens where ever you go. And they all play teachers if they can get away with it. Are you all still safe from the Ebola stuff? Would they send you back if it got worse?
    Take care xoxo

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  8. jccrosby2014 says:

    Ebola is still a far way away. and Yes- the Episcopal Church folks are very vigilant about safety for all their Missioners. No worries, I am safe! Love you!

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  9. Lisa Dalsimer says:

    Hi Judy, I’m enjoying your posts! I am one of the pilgrims from NY that traveled to Dodoma in July. You’re going to have a great year there. Please give my best to the CK staff and kisses to the beautiful children of Tanzania.

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    • jccrosby2014 says:

      Thank you, Lisa. I will pass on your kind words and hugs! It is a wonderful place. Do you have a particular village to which you are attached? i can be sure to send pictures when I get there!

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  10. Mark Ratzlaff says:

    Love your posts!

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  11. jccrosby2014 says:

    Thanks! More to come today- some internet issues only about half of which are not my fault.

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