The Rains

The rains are finally here. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of heavy rain on our tin roof. I love the smell and the feel of the air after it rains here. In the morning the air was cool and moist, and the sun stayed behind the clouds most of the day. Here it rains in short, intense bursts. We had another cloudburst around lunchtime, which Daniel stared at in awe. He has probably forgotten about rain, not having seen any at all since last spring. The landscape has been quite dry since we came to Babati, but within the next few days the ground will be bursting with new green growth everywhere. It will be especially neat to see the change in the eastern part of the Mbugwe area, which has been essentially gray and sand colored up to now. We will also be starting to get some more experience using our 4-wheel-drive in sticky situations, starting as soon as we drive out of our gate. Some of the Mbugwe villages will be almost entirely out of reach for us for the next couple of months, on account of multiple rivers across the already rough dirt roads. A lot of the hard-core vehicles here actually have “snorkels”, so the car can “breathe” while going through rivers. You can still get stuck, but if you get stuck in a river it is less of a crisis. We don’t have a snorkel, so if we get stuck in water above our exhaust pipe we would be in real trouble.

 

Mbalimbali (a variety)

We’ve had a rather stressful last couple of weeks. Our car was in the shop in Arusha for two weeks, and while Viggo was in Arusha his stuff was stolen out of a friend’s car. That included one of our laptops, but fortunately it was the old one.  Not having a car meant that we were limited in the amount of language work we could get done, especially since Viggo was in Arusha much of the time ‘babysitting’ the car. Now, having only one computer to work on is also limiting, because while we are at home most of our work is on the computer, and now we can only work one at a time. But, we have all been healthy, Daniel has been sleeping through the night, and we are really looking forward to my parent’s (and Sam’s) visit. They’re coming Oct. 6^th, and they’ll be bringing our new laptop with them. We finally have a table and chairs now, which was the big excitement for the week. Daniel’s nanny, Mama Elia (who also helps with chores) is taking very good care of him, which makes it possible for me to do a bit of work. She comes to the house and watches him for a few hours in the morning and puts him down for his nap while I work.

 

We made a trip out to a village last week and recorded some Mbugwe stories, riddles, and songs, which we can now enter into the computer and use for language analysis. Between the sun and speaking Swahili all day, going out to the village is really exhausting. We always have mixed feelings after a village visit. We would love to live in the village in order to be closer to the Mbugwe people and fully experience their language and culture. However, we’re not sure how much of that experience we could really cope with on an every-day basis, and still get any work done. At least for now we are very glad to live in a comfortable home and have some privacy.

 

This Friday we have a “mini word-gathering workshop”, where we will meet with a group of Mbugwe  to gather a long list of Mbugwe words. Then we will have lots of work to putting them into the computer and analyzing the individual sounds. The mother of Mama Elia (Daniel’s nanny) has helped us to organize this meeting. She has some clout in the village because she was the wife of the last chief of the Mbugwe. However, she is apparently also well-known as a radical Christian. She said that when she went around the first time to ask people to come to the word-gathering workshop, many said no because they were afraid she was just trying to trick them into getting saved by some missionaries.

 

Next week we will be meeting with a Catholic priest to discuss how the Catholic church can help partner with us in the language project. We try to work together with all of the churches in the area, and there are many Mbugwe Catholics. If we neglect relationships with the churches, then they may not support our work, and the Mbugwe Bible produced could end up being very unpopular among Catholics, for example. If we cultivate relationships with church leaders, then they may be willing to help us in a variety of ways throughout the course of the project. Relationships are very important here, as is flexibility.

 

Settled in Babati

So we are all settled (more or less) in our new home in Babati now. There’s been a lot going on, and I haven’t posted anything in forever. We now have a regular work schedule for ourselves, and have set regular days for blogging. So in theory, I should be posting every Wednesday. Viggo posts weekly too, but in Norwegian. You can always check the link to our Norwegian blog to see if he’s posted pictures though. God has blessed us with a very comfortable house in beautiful location here (see the pics in my Dad’s post below). It is not actually in the Mbugwe area, which is what we were hoping for, but we needed a livable place to stay right away, and the houses we could rent in the Mbugwe area were mostly unfinished. We think this will be best for us at least in this first year of transition. It is only a half hour from the Mbugwe area, so it is easy to make trips out to the villages.

We have gotten off to a good start on language research and building relationships with Mbugwe people, and this is what we will be continuing with. Trips out to Mbugwe villages right now usually involve visiting pastors and village elders to tell them about the Bible translation project, and recording stories and other Mbugwe texts which we then take home for language analysis. The language analysis part is a little technical to explain, but we spend a lot of time at home on our computers picking apart the texts we get. I also enter notes on our experiences into a computer program for anthropological analysis. Having anthropological information will be helpful for various translation issues later on. All our communication with Tanzanians here is in Swahili, which we are still learning, though we are finished with language school. To start learning another new language (Mbugwe) this soon is quite a challenge, even for us linguists, and we are taking it slowly for now.

We have hired an Mbugwe woman to help with a variety of things at our house four days a week. She helps with Daniel and chores, and will also help with some of the language work, including language learning. Her name is Mama Elia and we are very thankful to have her help, which allows us (me, especially) to get a lot more language work done. Mama Elia is the wife of an Mbugwe pastor who teaches at a Bible school here in Babati, and is also the daughter of the last chief of the Mbugwe (who is no longer living), so she is a great contact for us. We went out with her to visit her mother a couple of weeks ago and had lunch in the village and recorded a couple of stories from her mother. It was a great experience, and we will be going back soon to record some Christian songs her mother has composed in Mbugwe. In addition to translating the Bible we hope to publish other materials, hopefully including a book of Mbugwe songs to be used in church. Right now church services are conducted in Swahili only.

Daniel is doing well, and is as cute as ever, despite the fact that he has started throwing fits fairly often when he doesn’t get his way. Our neighbors like to play their music very loud, and Daniel really enjoys dancing to it. He’s a very good dancer. He get’s all into it with his hips swinging and his elbows out and head nodding. He also enjoys our two new puppies. They are supposed to be guard dogs in the long run, but right now they need to be guarded themselves all the time they are out of their kennel so they don’t get into trouble or out of our fence. They’re also giving us fleas already…

Daniel's Girlfriend

Daniel became quite enamored of a lovely little girl who was also with her parents at Swahili school. Alas, they went on their separate ways as their families moved on to their assignments.

But wait, there was a joyous reunion. Here they are at a resort in Kenya where SIL folk met in August:

House in Babati

This is a post by Julia's Dad, Kent.
Julia, Viggo and Daniel have gotten a lot done since they moved toTanzania in January.

Orientation in Dar......check

Swahili School ........... check

Conference in Kenya ....check

Find House in Babati ....check

Begin interacting with and learning from the Mbugwe ....Check

Dodoma Guesthouse Party

We are staying at a guesthouse tonight and for the next two nights where we have a living space separate from the bedroom, a luxury we have not had since moving to Tanzania. Daniel has a fever tonight, but it seems to be just a cold; he has a runny nose and cough as well. He fell asleep early, and Viggo and I are enjoying having a second room where we can stay up a bit without the fear of waking him up. We are also taking full advantage of the free wireless internet here on both our laptops. However, it is now past 9:30 and I can barely keep my eyes open.

We're finally finished with language school, and are excited to be moving on to other things. Yesterday we drove about 7 hours up to Dodoma where we will be staying for about two weeks before heading up farther north to where we will be living. In Dodoma we will be living with a Tanzanian family for 5 nights to learn more about the culture, and we will be getting to know our colleagues here. There is a translation team here working in the Rangi language, which is the most similar language to Mbugwe (the language we will be working with).

I made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner; my first attempt at cooking in quite a while, as all our meals were served communally at language school.

Last Week of Language School

We're nearly finished with language school. This weekend we'll be saying goodbye to most of our friends and colleagues who have been learning Swahili with us. Viggo and I are going to be staying for an extra week, because we missed a week of language school a couple of weeks ago. We went to Dar to celebrate the Norwegian national holiday on the 17^th of May with other Norwegians at the residence of the Norwegian ambassador. We had planned to be gone just for the weekend, but as we were leaving town on Sunday morning our car broke down. It literally ground to a halt and would not go anymore. We were able to roll back down the hill and across the highway into a rather deserted gas station. From there we called friends in Dar, and ultimately our new Norwegian friends who were also in town for the holiday were able to come and tow us back into town.

It was about an hour through city traffic, and somehow we managed to break three steel towropes on the way, one in the middle of a major intersection. We arrived safely back at the guesthouse by the early afternoon, but had to wait until Tuesday for a reputable mechanic to look at the car and diagnose the problem. Initially he thought it would be easy to fix, but sadly he kept finding more things wrong with the car, so we ended up getting stuck in Dar for the full week. On the way back the next Sunday we stopped and visited the friends who towed us back and gave them a new towrope to compensate for the one we broke. We had met them one time before the weekend of May 17^th. I think I mentioned that in my last post. They are a nice Norwegian couple with two small children. They have also arrived just recently in Tanzania and are learning Swahili at a different language school right now. They will be living in a small town about an hour away from where we will be, so we'll practically be neighbors. We were happy for the chances to get to spend some time with them, and get to know them better, despite the fact that it was mostly due to our car breaking down. We also had the chance to meet with our supervisor in Dar and plan our activities for the first few weeks after language school. The car is still not entirely healthy, but we will have to wait until we leave language school here in Iringa to take it to a proper mechanic and have the less pressing problems taken care of. Hopefully after that we won't have to deal with any more repairs for a while. We knew it was an old enough car that it would be needing some repairs sooner or later, but we had been hoping it wouldn't happen quite this soon.

Visit to Village Church

This weekend we went to a Pentecostal church in the nearby village of Lundamatwe. Almost all of the workers at the campsite are from Lundamatwe, but most of them are Catholics. One of the camp drivers is named Daniel and is a friend of Viggo’s from their weekly soccer matches (the Language school students play together with the camp staff each Friday). Daniel’s father is the pastor at the Pentecostal church. It was a very interesting experience, mostly in a good way. The singing was great, accompanied by just a big drum, with the voices filling the church building. I was able to understand some of the Swahili songs, at least after the choruses were repeated a few times. All of the men sat on one side of the room and all the women on the other, with children who were old enough to sit on their own at the back. Women with babies were all at the back of the women’s section near the door, probably so that they could exit easily if they needed to tend to their babies. We were invited to the pastor’s house after church and given sodas.

When we returned to the camp, we met a young Norwegian couple who had stopped by specifically to meet us. They had read about us in a Norwegian Christian newspaper, which ran an article about us before we left for Tanzania. They are also doing language school now, but at a different location. They will be living a little over an hour away from us in a neighboring town, doing evangelistic work with one of the neighboring people groups. They also have small children, and will be staying for at least a few years. We were excited to find out that there would be a young Norwegian family so (relatively) close by.

Viggo finally was able to register our car in town today, and we are happy that they didn’t charge too exorbitant of a fee. The officer he spoke with insisted that Viggo had to have three names listed on the registration, and so Viggo is now officially ‘Viggo Viggo Larsen’, since he has no real middle name.

Daniel is still working on learning to walk. He can take a few steps at a time on his own, but is still pretty cautious, which probably makes sense since he still loses his balance pretty easily.

Space Cadet

This is Kent posting again.

Pamela reminded me that I forgot to share this precious picture of Daniel. Viggo took it at Swahili camp in Tanzania. He noted that the spacey look in Daniel's eyes must be something he inherited from Julia. Chances are good that we will have to say his name three or four times to retrieve him from his reverie, especially if he is reading.

Swahili School: Mid March 08

This is Kent posting. Julia would have posted a few days ago, but she has been battling the Tanzania Trots. If English is not your "heart" language, you may be unaware that I am looking for a polite way to say that Julia has had diarrhea. So has Daniel. Viggo seems to have stuck with just a fever.



I am sure they would like me to let you know that many, much better things are also happening while they are in Swahili Camp. I will. I am just starting with "things a Dad worries about".

Now I realize that Julia, Viggo, and Daniel have been sick in other places besides Tanzania. In fact, I recall that when Julia was a very little girl she would sometimes proclaim : "I have dia - rear - eah". The emphasis on "rear" was hers, not mine. Apparently she was making an early attempt at etymology.



So please keep praying that our intrepid trio will develop immune systems that can cope with the new germ population they have encountered.



Julia told us a lovely story recently. It was about a walk they took as a family. They are able to use their all terrain stroller along some of the local pathways. They were even able to gain enough altitude to have a vista of the area near the camp. It made me very happy to picture them clambering through the bush and emerging above it all to look across the distances.



We also hear that Viggo is able to pursue one of his great loves: Soccer. Apparently the camp staff and the students square off in regular soccer games. There is a village near the camp, and many of the locals enjoy watching the spectacle. It sounds quite colorful, doesn't it.



Of course their main purpose at the camp is to learn Swahili. That is going well. Julia is able to converse with Daniel's nanny now. This is timely, because Daniel seems to have taken a real liking to his nanny. He even seems reluctant at times to end his morning with her and return to Julia's custody.



Daniel's nanny is good friends with the nanny for Daniel's local peer group (one little girl). So Daniel and the little girl get to play while the nanny's chat. Daniel does not talk, just yet. However, in January, I personally witnessed him evincing comprehension of both Norwegian and English words. I think it is a safe bet that he is now rapidly filling that commodious brain of his with Swahili as well. In a few months he will no doubt, begin to add Mbugwe as well. Since Daniel retains dual citizenship (U.S. and Norway), he alone will significantly increase the average number of languages spoken by U.S. citizens!



So, yes there are some nasty bugs to reckon with. But there are also new friends, grand vistas, and a rapidly increasing Swahili vocabulary.



The adventure continues.