Tuesday, May 12, 2015
“I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.” ― Langston Hughes
Tanzania grows some of the best coffee and tea in the world (picture at the right), but the government and world politics keep most of it from ever seeing the market it should have. We have seen it growing in Arusha, and almost every group who has ever come takes homes multiple cans in their luggage. Well, my son John and his friend, Robi, in Musoma are working on setting up an online store so that anyone anywhere can get Tanzanian coffee. There are still many, many hoops through which to jump, including the Tanzanian Coffee Board, but in the next few months, something really good for the country and for coffee lovers may come to be. We got a couple of pounds of beans and have been having fresh ground coffee every morning. It has a wonderful and distinctive flavor, and we love it. It would be great if John’s project could help our coffee farmers expand their market worldwide. You just never know what new project is going to crop up. Our Irish missionary friends set up three biosand filters in an albino clinic/safe house in Shinyanga and have now moved on to work in Geita, where we expect they will be wanting to start a biosand production project there—and we will help them every step of the way. There is also a possibility that we will be working with a Tyson chicken project that will also need to use our biosand filters to supply the chickens with safe water. Since every filter can clean about 1,000 liters a day (250 gallons) and have no moving parts and almost never need any maintenance, it would be a win-win situation. Karen wanted to repaint the entire inside of our house, but we didn’t have the money to do it, so I told her it just wouldn’t happen. Well, you don’t tell Karen she can’t do something. She is doing it herself, using some of our workers to help her, and she is taking it slowly (for health reasons). She has one room almost done, but was held up by the lack of a paint roller and pan we had to get in Mwanza, but now just walking past that newly white room brightens up my day. When Karen was in high school, her counselor told her she was not smart enough to go to college and the best she could hope for was to get into a secretarial school. Of course, she graduated, taught for forty years, and participated in a Master’s Program, and several special teaching projects in Los Angeles and at the University of Arkansas. Now, she is teaching how to teach using the Montessori method for the seven preschools we have at our churches. She is doing all this by ignoring her pain and physical obstacles because she is determined to make our world (and our house) a better place in which to live. God bless her.