A wonderful blessing . . .

A true blessing was given to us the other week!
The morning started with a beautiful sunrise and gentle cool breeze. After the usual morning rush and chaos to get everyone to school and work at the right time, I had a few minutes to catch my breath before heading to the butcher to get some meat before the flies beat me to it. As I arrived the meat was freshly hanging on large hooks reminding me of something from a living history museum I have taken the children to on many occasions back in the UK. This now is so normal; cutting a slab of meat off a carcass with an incredibly sharp knife, then chopping the bone smaller with an axe on a tree stump. It seems strange that many of these butchers shops are looking to modernise by getting electric meat saws, yet still meat is just meat, different cuts are unknown.
I returned home with my hard won 'nyama' picking up Mama Mawazo (my house help) on the way.
This morning was to be a special start to a much awaited event. Today we would meet our first ever visitor to Dar from the UK!!

Pat Knight with the Kids!

We drove the hour or so to get to town and then spent about half and hour finding somewhere close to our meeting place to park. I had to dash and find yellow T-Shirts and baseball caps (next blog will explain), whilst Stewart went to meet a customer who needed the help of MAF to organise his paperwork and logistics with arriving into the country with his family.

Dar was its usual busy self but I was fortunate to be able to find what I needed straight away in the first shop I went to - Praise God for everyday miracles!

I then hurried to the hotel where Stewart was meeting his client to wait for the phone call to say our friend - Pat Knight, had been safely dropped off. 

Having just ordered a water the phone rang and I left to walk to the rendezvous. It was so good to see Pat standing there! We went back for a quick soda then, once he was ready we headed back to pick the children up from school.

Pat explained he was on a 2 week mission with African Inland Mission, turning containers into living accommodation. This was his second week and they were getting on well though I could sense his frustration with the African 'pace' that things are done. 

It was so good to catch up with him and the children were delighted to receive chocolate brought all the way from the UK - tastes so much better.

We hurriedly changed as it was Tuesday and Tuesdays at 4-6pm mean just one thing -  Sala Sala Kidz Klub!!

Eve (back) and friends 

We rushed back to school with Pat to show him some of the work we are involved in, ministering to the quarry children that live just behind HOPAC, our kids school.

       

Every week the children come from the quarry behind the school where they live, to play on the playground with all the play equipment, be it lego, hoops, pike pike's (toy ride on motorbikes), swings, roundabout or climbing frame or simply a game of 'chase and capture Jack or Harry!' After an hour or so of play and a craft activity, the children gather to wash hands and then sit in the covered banda to hear a bible story or teaching on a biblical theme - a simple, clear 10 minutes when they get to hear of God's love for them. After a prayer it is snack and drink then home. These kids are great, they are amazing. they have nothing yet they we receive so much from them. 

Pat getting to know Isaaka and his sister.

This week the kids got a cup of pop corn which was a great hit! The snack always goes down well and is a real treat for these precious little ones.

It was also a treat for us to be able to share these guys with our friend who we know went back to the UK with lots of fond memories and a real sense of God working through him to reach out to others.

The best thing is you don't need to be on mission, in Africa or anywhere else other than where you are for God to use you to reach out to others. What we have learnt with these kids is that you just have to be there and be real for them. Love them as Jesus loves them, be His presence for them and show them how they can know Him.

We are learning that it's not what we can do for God, but what He is teaching us through what we see and what others are showing us - like these kids from the Sala Sala quarry.

Language on a Spice Island - pt 2

In the last post I shared our first thoughts on our initial encounter with Zanzibar and some of the local experiences. Being only a 2hr ferry ride away you would think the similarities in culture would be stronger than the differences but the people of Zanzibar are very different from the mainland, especially Dar, in so many ways.














The architecture also is strikingly different! Beautiful houses and other buildings are being restored to former glory, although some are just being razed to build new and modern hotels with no thought to the history and charm being lost in the pursuit of the mighty dollar. I must admit I prefer the restoration.



We stayed in a fairly ordinary looking guest house, nothing as grand as these buildings, but it's charm came from the people within.The guys on reception were wonderful, couldn't do enough to help, the chef tried hard everyday to change our breakfast as we were staying 'long term' at 2 weeks. We were made to feel part of the family, nothing was too much.            

Even the ladies who cleaned our rooms put special petals on our beds and were so friendly it was like saying 'goodbye' to friends when we came to leave. 

Our Breakfast Terrace

Roof top view to the sea

It was Ramadan for the first 2 weeks of our stay in Stone Town; the month long dawn till dusk fast which is obligatory for a adults. Never having been in a Muslim community before it was a fascinating time to be in Zanzibar. Stone Town was different to the rest of the island, with many more Arabs living here the mix was rich and diverse. Finding food to eat during daylight hours was difficult but at 6pm people would gather in local restaurants in anticipation of ending the fast. Dates were the food of choice to do this, and we were more than happy to partake as the fresh dates available were amazing!

We loved being able to join in with the Eid celebrations, we were able to find out lots from the university staff as well as the hotel staff about how special Eid is after Ramadan. The best way to describe the atmosphere is a bit like Christmas - everyone is dressed in their best clothes, happy, friendly, a real joyous occasion, children full of excitement at the new toys they have received. Obviously for us we felt the main reason for celebrating was missing. It was like a party without the guest of honour. 

A military parade to celebrate Eid passes right in front of our hotel.

An amazing military band announces the arrival of the President and Vice President of Zanzibar

We found that being in Zanzibar we were not only learning a vibrant language but we were becoming fully immersed in the culture. The Swahili language in Zanzibar is clearer, purer and easier to understand for the beginner than that of the main land. Ideal for us who are getting on a bit and struggle to hear when people mumble!

We took a walk to the fish market one day and saw an amazing display and huge variety of fish - many of which you would normally see swimming in an aquarium! It was a great opportunity to practise our swahili and for the kids to see an amazing sight as hundreds of fish were brought ashore and spread out at their feet for everyone to bid on!  This was away from the main 'tourist' area, although the occasional tourist accompanied by a guide did venture here. It was a real insight into everyday life and the 'old' Zanzibar we remembered from our honeymoon days nearly 20yrs ago.

Zanzibar still has some beautiful beaches

Although now you will find the best beaches crowded with water sports, restaurants, duka's selling local (and not so local) souvenirs, bars etc. It is harder to find that idyllic quiet unspoiled beach Zanzibar was once famous for.

The real beauty of Zanzibar however is in the people. They love the island they are connected to. They are kind and generous and have a real joy for life. Here are a few pictures of some of the people we came into contact with:

Jumping off the harbour wall at high tide - a local sport!

Bibi - Grandma - from the family we stayed with, making mandazi.

Bibi's granddaughter on her way to school

Captain of our boat over to Prison Island to see the Giant Tortoises.

First Mate

Mr Chocolate and friend who make the best Zanzibar pizza - anything you like in it as long as it has chocolate - great hit with the kids!

Our time in Zanzibar became even more special right on the last day - an extra blessing was given to us! Friends from the UK had been on safari on the mainland and were now resting before returning home at a resort on Zanzibar! Jack had received a FaceBook message saying his old school friend was on the island. They didn't know we were there also but knew we were in Tanzania (a rather large country).  We tried desperately to contact them but due to the usual unreliability of the internet, messages were simply not getting through. 

As we packed our bags to leave at reception on our last morning, I finally persuaded Stewart to call the hotels were knew in the area they were staying.  

We traced them to one of the hotels but there was no answer from their room phone. I then asked if the key was in reception as that would determine if they had left on an excursion (possibly). The key wasn't there. 

We then had a decision to make. We could hire a taxi to take us the hour drive across to the other side of the island on the chance we might see them, or just leave it and head home to Dar. 

Not being one to give up so easily we headed off in a taxi knowing we would only have about an hour if we found them. 

On arriving at the hotel we set out to look for them. The place was huge and we couldn't locate their rooms, Jack searched the beach with Harry, Stew and Robyn looking for room numbers whilst I took to writing a note at reception to let them know we had tried.

Time was slipping by - being unable to trace their rooms (or staff to tell us where they were),  we tried to call Jack and Harry to call off the search, we had 20mins before our taxi would return us to the Ferry to leave Zanzibar for the mainland. We needed to go. 

Just then Harry called us and asked where we were - Jack had found them!!

It didn't seem possible, we had spent 40mins looking and right when we held out no hope, Jack who was determined to find his friend, had done it.

Excitement all round as friends are reunited!

Jumping for joy!

"No chance Elliot - I was taught to jump by Maasai!!"

It was amazing, we were elated to see friends again - very surreal but a real boost to us. We didn't have long - just long enough for a quick soda and chat before dashing to the taxi to catch the last ferry to the mainland (which turned out to be by the skin of our teeth!). God was so good to us allowing us this precious time together!

   

Crowds building waiting to board the ferry.

Goodbye Spice Island in the sun - we'll be back!