Thursday 27 January 2011

Hard at work

Today I had the pleasure of MC'ing an event for my work. It was the culmination of a 6-7 month process of the Youth-to-Youth Fund, one of the six components of the project I work on. From 240 eligible applications here in Tanzania, it had been narrowed down to 30, then 16, then 13, and finally 6.

Six youth organization that proposed projects to build the skills of their peers in income generating activities and entrepreneurship were awarded grants totally thousands of USD. It was No small feat to make it through the selection process and pass the final judgement by a jury of seven regional experts.

To give you a bit of a taste, here are a few photos from the event.

Juma from one of the finalist youth organization sells their project idea to guests, including YEF's head of finance.

Our government counterpart from the Ministry of Labour and Employment in Tanzania and OIC at our office take time to sign the certificates.

Here I am between Emmanuel, Cosmos and Shuku while they pitch the project to the audience... a test of how their presentation skills training went on Tuesday.

Grabbing a quick cup of coffee during the marketplace, where guests had a chance to visit each organization's display and here more about their proposals. Yes, that's a bottle of water and a cup of coffee (Africafe, yuck!), and a saucer, market and Public Choice Award ballots in the other...

Chiku's organization receives the prize for the Public Choice Award. Her organization also won a grant today.

Friday 21 January 2011

From the dashboard of MM

MM is the working title for my car... short for Miriam Mobile, which was a text mistake from my good friend Ashley one day. MM still needs to be christened with a more catchy name though.

In the meantime, here are a few pictures from the dashboard of my car. Yes, this first one was taken while driving... I assure you I was going no more than 10km/h and was still driving more sanely than the majority of the drivers on the road. I'm not sure if you can read this, but the sticker in the back of this car reads: Prit Boi



What can I say, it deserved a photo.

Here we have Miss Peanut, who isn't even supposed to be in the front of the car. She's supposed to ride in the back. But here we are at 7am, waiting for Minna so I can let her out for doggie day care at their house while we're at work in the day.

And as soon as I turn my back, look what happens. Good thing I took the keys out, or who knows where she would have driven to!
Teenagers!

Now if only I could take photos or videos of the traffic cops while I'm commuting to work in the morning. They are totally awesome.

Thursday 20 January 2011

Moving in

Tuesday I got a phone call that my things were finally cleared through customs at the airport can could the moving company please drop my things at 4 pm that afternoon. This was, of course, the only day of the week that I was out of town on a work field trip and wouldn't be back by 4 pm. Instead, I arranged for my things to be delivered Wednesday at 4 pm and yesterday I rushed out of the office at 3:15 pm to make it through traffic in time to meet the moving van. Just as I pulled in my driveway, the movers called for directions. Five minutes later they were unloading my boxes and moving them into my house. I don't have a lot of stuff, but it's still nice to have it here... not least all the kitchen utensils which have been hard to live without! Cake baking, here I come!

One box, a painting, and a dog bed down, 26 to go!

 More boxes unpacked and things strewn across the floor to air out

 My hope chest unpacked and ready to be my coffee table
. Thanks dad!

More unpacking from the other angle

After a good few hours of unpacking, I hopped in the shower and headed to meet the girls for a night at Alliance Française. AF in Dar does free weekly cultural events that can be everything from an art opening to a band.

Last night there were two bands, a Swahili bongo type band called Twety Lobo, and a cool Rasta/Reggae band called Ras Mzizi, and an acrobatic show. Cool music, cool people and a nice evening breeze was a great way to wrap up a day of unpacking goodness.

Friday 14 January 2011

The relative humidity here is a nightmare!

Check this out... 11:07 pm  and it "feels" like 26 degrees. With a relative humidity of 86%, no wonder,
Karibu Tanzania!
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Dew Point21°C
Barometric Pressure100.7
Pressure TendencyRising
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Sunrise6:21 AM
Sunset6:45 PM

Monday 10 January 2011

Journalist Awards 2010

Check it out.

A fitting follow to the poor journalism here is a nod to my friend and former classmate Nikolaj  whowon a Journalism Award for his reports from the Balkans and North African refugee camps among other places.

He's done all kinds of interesting stuff. You should check out his blog for lots of interesting human rights and conflict related journalism. And his slideshow/photo essay about Sahrawi refugees is a must.

Sunday 9 January 2011

"TB in Tanzania is Self-Inflicted"

I was having lunch in our cafeteria at work on Friday when a feature article in the daily Tanzanian newspaper, The Guardian, caught my eye. "TB in Tanzania is Self-inflicted" was the title. There are so many things about this article that irk me that I just had to share it. A lot of the English newspapers here read something like this (incoherent sentence structure and random references to God).

It's a long read and even after transcribing the whole thing I still felt like I was sort of lost. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Please note that I have checked to make sure I haven't inserted any extra confusion via typos... so this is how it appeared in newsprint.

Headline: “TB in Tanzania is self-inflicted”

The proclamation by the Article 14 of the Constitution of the United Republic of Tanzanian, 1977, as amended, that every person has the right to live and to the protection of his/her life by the society in accordance with law has, throughout the 49 years of the Independence of Tanzania Mainland, fallen upon almost deaf wars of the public authorities duty – bought to protect the society against the devastating consequences of tuberculosis (TB), a disease mainly of the lungs, i.e. the two organs in the chest that one uses for breathing.

Late last year, Tanzania’s National Institute for Medical Research (MINR), reported Dar es Salaam as leading in TB infection.

TB is such a dangerous disease that is was included in the Schedule to the Infectious Diseases Act, cap. 96 of the Revised Laws (R.E.) of Tanzania 2002, among the list of diseases required to be notified to the prescribed Medical Authority. The Act was originally passed as an Ordinance, some 41 years before Independence ton December 9, 1961, and was repealed with effect from 1st July, 2009, by the Public Health Act, NO 1 of 2009.

If TB germs enter the lung(s), they lodge there and multiply so that contact with the infected person may be very generous, e.g. a parent killing a baby. Otherwise TB is spread by the TB patient coughing, sneezing or through contact with contaminated things such as spitting on the floor or elsewhere, wiping the mouth with the hand or handkerchief, spoons, forks, plates etc.. The disease, therefore, endangers those who are in frequent contact with the patient, such as members on of the household: spouses, children etc.

The patient tires easily, has pain in the chest, loses either, has poor appetite, may spit blood, etc.. The best thing then is to consult a physician, and remain under his/her care, who may resort to an X-ray or sputum test.

One can, therefore imaging that if almighty God wanted to impose death through TC for the Unholy Spirit of Acquisitiveness Roho Mtakavitu vitu) of the Dar es Salaam resident, people would scramble out of Dar es Salaam. Just imagine the congestion on the commuter buses, the people feeding at the street for vendors’, the drinkers from the small traditional cups of coffee sold on the streets, the constant shaking of hands, they are spitting all over the place including the pavements!

In commuter buses, the conductor delights in the collection of money and least cares about the excessive number of passengers that may interfere with the centre of gravity of the bus so that the driver of the bus drives it as long as if he is looking for an accident to happen. The street food vendors, who are mostly ? wash the late, knives, forks and cups in the same vessel of water – say a basin, customer after customer, with the probability of transmitting TB germs.

The itinerant vendor of coffee carries his metal vessel over burning charcoal in one hand whilst the other hand carries a vessel containing water and several cups.

Once he meets a customer, he takes a cup out of the water, fills the cup with coffee and gives the cup to the customer. The customer finishes and wants another cup, the vendor will immerse the used cup in the water vessel for purported cleaning and pour out more coffee into the cup. Used empty cups keep being immersed in the same water so that, with so many immersions from early morning till evening, the water might look like it is coffee. In the water, the TB germs have a wonderful time for being transmitted from one customer to the other, and so on and so forth.

The obligation imposed by the Act to notify TB emphasized the dangerousness of TB. The duty of notification fell upon: the head of the family of the patient, the nearest relative of the patient, every person in charge of the patient and every occupier of the same building as the patient. The obligations was imposed on these persons in that descending consecutive order and devolved on the next person in case of default of the person preceding.

In regard to a patient in a camp, the duty fell, in the absence of the persons mentioned above, on the occupier of the camp to notify the person in charge of the camp so that the latter person might give notification to the Medical or Administrative Officer.

Further, the Act prescribed measures to be taken for the isolation of TB patients. The Act imposed restriction on movement of the patient and provided for the patient’s removal to hospital. In particular, the Act provided that any person who had been in contact with any person suffering or reasonably suspected of suffering from TB might be removed and confined within a segregation camp for the period directed by a Medical Officer of Health and be made to submit to the disinfection of his (the patient’s) person and belongings as directed by a Medical Officer of Health.

The Act also provided that no person shall enter a hospital or other place used for the reception of persons suffering from TB or a segregation camp without the sanction of a Medical Officer of Health.

The other sections of the Act dealt with matters including: inspection of premises, requirement for disinfection prohibition of removal of infected articles without them being disinfected, burial of persons dying of TB, etc.

The entire Act was enacted to prevent the spread of infectious diseases, to define the nature of illnesses which required notification to medical authorities to take power to declare infected areas, and to regulate the entre of persons into and their exit from such areas. The infectious diseases to which the Act applied included AIDS, cholera, leprosy, primary secondary syphilis, rabies and yellow fever.

As stated above, the Public Health Act is in force for nearly one year and six months now but it does not contain a schedule listing tuberculosis as one of the national notifiable infectious diseases. This Act was passed to provide for the promotion, preservation and maintenance of public health with a view to ensuring the provisions of comprehensive, functional and sustainable public health services to the general public and to provide for other related matters. It applies only to Tanzania Mainland.

However, section 17of the latter Act provide that tuberculosis may be declared as a national notifiable disease to be reported weekly where the Minister responsible for Health is of the opinion that there is occurrence of tuberculosis. The declaration has to be by notice in the Government Gazette and in any local widely circulating newspaper. Upon that declaration, sections of the Act may be invoked regarding TB as to: notification of TB, isolation of infected persons, powers of entre, etc. I am not aware that section 17 above or any other section of the Act has been invoked in respect to tuberculosis.

The TB situation is complicated by notorious inadequacy of medical facilities in the country. Just imagine! On December 29 2010, it was reported that in Arusha Regions, 13 health centres has been closed on the grounds of some being unregistered, incompetence of medical staff and of lack of laboratory facilities in some of them and that, in the same Regions, 17 such centres has been warned of failure of meeting health standards.

And, on December 31 3010, the report was that the Nzega District Hospital was in dire need of 318 employees, and it was alleged that, at the National Referral Muhimbu Hospital, Dar es Salaam, a surgical scalpel was forgotten in the stomach of a 43-year-old female patient who had been admitted there in late September, 2010, so that she died there on December 29, 2010.

May be the Minister responsible for Health should now inform the Public what has to be done in respect of TB since Independence on December 9, 2010, some 49 ago and sing July 1, 2009, to date.

Perhaps the Minister’s Report should include: cholera which is listed as a notifiable disease in the 2009 schedule and in respect of which I have read in a local newspaper dated January 4, 2011 “Kipindupinda chazidi kutesa” (Cholera inflicts more pain) in Dar es Salaam; and yellow fever listed by the latter schedule as an international notifiable disease. Further, a local newspaper dated January 6, 2011, reads that yellow fever from Uganda is threatening Kagera, Mara and Mwanza regions.

The writer is a senior advocated who can be reached at:078 3126XX.

Thursday 6 January 2011

Finding fuel

I had been planning to get diesel for the generator all day yesterday. Being new to the whole house thing, I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it. I share the generator with my neighbour Serena. But she is just about as clueless as me on the matter of getting fuel since it was the former occupants of my house who had always dealt with the refueling. Suggestions from her office included a contact number for a company that delivers to your door.

The rate? 15% above pump price for 5000l or more or 20% above pump price for anything less that 5000l.

Serena’s office contact noted that they spent less than 5000l per month on average on diesel for their generator.

That still wasn’t a lot to go by. After a few inquiries in my office, it seemed getting the diesel yourself at a gas station would be the best route. My office just gets is from the gas station across the street from the building and our office guy told me we use around 3000l per month if there are lots of power cuts.

This information helped build my strategy (buy a jerry can and tank up close to home), but without knowing my generator capacity or anything, I was still a bit clueless. But if our office used 3000l for a building housing 70+ employees with an air conditioner in every room and cafeteria, surely the amount for two houses sheltering to single women, must be drastically below this.

So began my hunt for a big jerry can that would be the safest way I can think of to transport fuel. My office partner had promised that she’d get one of the cleaners to run out and get me a jerry can, but alas, that didn’t pan out. I asked the hascari (guards) at my colleague’s house where Peanut is currently staying. They have a generator so I figured the guards might be able to give me some tips. But Umari didn’t seem to understand the jerry can concept and instead suggested that I use an empty water bottle. I was skeptic, but took an empty 12l water bottle from him anyway.

I headed for the gas station close to my home hoping at if anyplace sells jerry cans, it would probably be a gas station. The attendant seemed to understand me and disappeared around the corner, getting my hopes up. He reappeared carrying a plastic water jug, much like the one I’d gotten from Umari. Not willing to admit I’d brought my own water bottle and hoped for something more, I agreed to buy the 10l bottle and had it filled with diesel, repeatedly asking whether he was sure this was a safe way to transport fuel. This might have been a silly question in a place were traffic laws are routinely broken and multi-story homes are constructed with the sketchiest scaffolding.

Now this is not the kind of water jug that goes on top of a cooler, which is at least somewhat heavy duty plastic. No, it's like a giant bottle of water - and that plastic is far from durable.

I was a little worried about the safety implications of transporting fuel in a flimsy water jug. But off I went with Peanut in the back and the 10l of diesel in the passenger’s seat. I was glad I’d chosen the gas station closet to my house rather than the cheaper one further away, especially once the container fell over as soon as I turned the first corner on the road.

I got home just as dusk was swallowing the last of the daylight met by the sound of generators running around the neighbourhood. Power cut. Good thing this has been on the top of my list today, I thought. Our generator ran out of fuel before I left for Christmas and I would have had to sit in the dark all last night. And go to bed in the sticky heat without even a fan to circulate some air, which would have made sleep impossible – not exactly an appealing thought while I’m still trying to recover from jet lag.

The hascari from my house and Serena's house and I huddled around the generator to refuel. Without a flashlight we found the funnel, filled the tank in the generator, and started that monster up.

Serena's hascari said it's a 20l tank, so half full isn't half bad, I thought, and a better clue to how much fuel we’ll need on a monthly basis. The 10l should get us through the next week or so at least.

As we're standing around the generator I notice there's a 20l jerry can beside the generator. Great, I think. I suppose I would have known this had I checked around the generator before beginning operation refuel. But honestly, I only thought about the refueling at work when the power cut and our monster generator here was started—that and remembering that on Tuesday night when I’d come home from swimming, the power had just come back.

The jerry can is a great discovery as it eliminates the issue of transporting diesel fuel in a used water jug. Later that night, I decided that it'd be a good idea to put the jerry can in the back of my car in the morning and then fill it up on the way home. That way I could top up the tank and have a bit of a reserve on hand. Of course, I completely forgot about that this morning when I left for work. So I guess I'll have to try again tomorrow. If I'm rememberful enough today, I'll pop it in the back of the car when I get home with Peanut.

Tuesday 4 January 2011

2011, here we go

It's good to be back. The sweltering heat greeted me as always when I stepped off the plane in Dar es Salaam Monday night at 11:30 pm.

My bags arrived (yay!) and Derek, my taxi driver was waiting for me. It was a quick trip through the city home to Sky Blue. I love it when the traffic sleeps and crossing the city is a breeze.

I quickly unpacked, checked the LUKU (electricity) meter to see how much power I had left (20 KwH) and headed to bed around 1 am. Unsure of how long 20 KwH could last me, I decided not to turn on the air conditioner in my room and just ran the ceiling fan. I managed to fall asleep but at 3 am I woke up, hot as hell, and fumbling for the air con remote. Three-ish hours until I have to get up for work, I thought to myself, 20 KwH must be able to handle that! I tossed and turned for about an hours after that as the room cooled off and I tried not to think about the fact that I had to get up for work soon.

6:15 came and I hopped out to bed to turn on the hot water heater before hopping in again. Of course, I fell asleep instantly. Only to be woken up again at 6:30. A trickle of lukewarm was all my shower had to offer. I guess my water tank is getting low, meaning my gardener managed to use most of the 10,000l of water I had trucked in before I left for holidays. I added calling my maji safi water tanker to my list of "administrative" things to take care of, like topping up the LUKU, transferring my car to blue plates and finding out when I can expect my shipment.

My new year's resolution is to eat at home more in 2011. In 2010, I think I ate out around 60 per cent of my meals, most of those being lunch and dinner. It's time to start home cooking again. I love cooking, but without pots, pans, utensils and other kitchen tools, cooking your own meals is somewhat of a challenge. Here's hoping I get my shipment soon! It's filled with kitchen stuff (most of my belongings are kitchen implements) and without, keeping this new year's resolution is going to be a bit of a challenge. Oh, and my running shoes are in the shipment too, speaking of resolutions, so there goes another plan out the window- at least for the time being. A marathon before I'm 31 seems more reasonable than my original goal. 31! 

Now, if only I had some great ethically produced, fair-trade, value-added in Africa, coffee to drink, I'd be happy. Like Good African. Check them out. The coffee is great and their approach greater. And it's now available in some British grocery stores. Here's to decent work, social and economic equality and all that other positive development stuff for 2011.

Happy New Year!