Sunday, September 4, 2011
I think i am in trouble.
Mom went to Thailand on Sunday at 2pm, as she is leaving Bernice says " Nashesha will cook mac and cheeze for dinner." I think wow cool.
Nashesha insists on an activity, she calls to see if someone can go swimming instead they say meet us at Tembo club. So I stop working on the house extension and Nashesha and I go to meet her friends and my friends and I am given
the big Lebowski to watch.
I tell them Nashesha is cooking dinner, but she tells the frenchman John she is cooking "pasta" not mac and cheeze!
I try to watch the french version of the "big Lebowski" on the tv. it says wrong version. Nashesha says watch on her dvd player. She does all this while cooking dinner.
i watch the movie.
then the twelve year old comes over and asks should she put in rosemary or thyme in the spice. I suggest adding the tunafish.
I get up to pee, and i see salad and stuff on the table. she says not ready , but i notice garlic bread and salad.
i watch movie and drink raspberry wine.
Nashesha washes dishes and cooks the sauce. " i put in pili pili."
she asks if she should put in 1/2 tomato or more? I don't have any input.
She asks to reserve a little salad for carry in her lunch.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
New UN Tribunal
If you live in Arusha you can't help but be affected by UN/ICTR, The United Nations International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda. The UN have various tribunals for crimes against humanity all over and this particular one is smack dab in the middle of Arusha, and their cars and staff are all over Arusha.
Living in Arusha, despite the fact one comes to sort of dislike the UN, one can't help but have friends who work there. Over lunch with Stephane he mentioned there is a new tribunal (and he would like to work there), that investigates the injustices of the UN against its employees, something like that.
"You mean there are employees who aren't treated well?"
That brought out a good laugh from the others UN staff at the table.
I guess the problem is big shots don't want to give that tribunal any money so Stephane is not able to work there. Instead he lives in a container in Juba and rides his bike around the UN compound for exercise.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Here is Erik Zweig swimming into the source.
We left to come home and thought we were done swimming. The Toyota stalled in 3 feet of water, it was coming in the doors. I had walked though and it was up to my waste. Here is me going back to see what is happening. We pushed the Toyota out with help from 10 locals. The Friberg boys were swimming in the river coursing down the road.
After we got it out of the deep part we pushed for 500 meters up the road to get out of the water.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Finally someone has some answers
We are not crazy. We do not have answers to this messed up world. We only have our answers. Your answer is different from my answer. Clive’s answer is different from our answers. I also love the Lord’s Prayer. One thing I love about some Buddhist teachings is that nothing is constant. Everything is changing always. Detach. Do not hold on to anything. That includes “answers.” My answer today may not be my answer tomorrow. In fact, it most likely will not be my answer. This is one reason, for example, why I could never become part of a hippy community where people grow vegetables organically and live according to specific values that they feel are superior. I would much more prefer to be part of a community living how I wish to live as long as I’m not hurting anybody and be able to communicate with others via the Internet regarding life in general. Communication is a wonderful thing.
“Talk less,” says Mehul. That’s his New Year’s resolution for 2008. I believe in that. Talking is different from communicating.
Last night was amazing. I was sitting in my hammock, looking at the moon and listening to the insects and neighbor kids and cows and donkeys and loving it. Sometimes I sit on my porch and imagine that I am steering our planet around the sun. With the breeze in my face and the moon rising and clouds and stars moving overhead, it feels like it.
I’d like to read Bluebeard. I’d like to read more. I’m ready to retire, but I need a legitimate/ official reason to stay. At this point, I need some perspective. I am a bit nervous about immigration causing problems.
Last night, I also had a disturbance from Doto. I was deep in thought and just enjoying the evening, when Doto came by. I said hello, but then just kept staring to the East.
I don't think I need to say anything but AMEN, and maybe that hippy is not a word, but we get the idea.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Confessions from the garden at 8:32 AM
Are we a bit crazy or do we have the answers to this messed up world? Or do we only have our answer?
Read this book, maybe
I could of started to get ready for work 20 minutes ago but I was at the end of "Bluebeard" by Kurt Vonnegut. Maybe you need to read it, maybe not. It is a suggestion, not an exhortation like how you should ride your bike more or have a bigger vegetable garden. Anyway the book tells it all, like the Lord's prayer covers everything.
Kurt Vonnegut
I started to read him at Oldonyo Sambu . There was a cloth bound copy of "Breakfast of Champions" at Oldonyo Sambu. I liberated the copy for good from the shelf in 1980. I had come to read parts to people, like when he would define an asshole. When I told the nun I was stealing it she thought I should do that as I was the one who was devoted to the book and would take care of it.
Radio
For years I did without radio and sometimes even a tape player. So I am feeling good listening the classic rock station from Texas USA in my garden while procrastinating going to work.
Disturbances
I am in my private secret garden finishing "Bluebeard" and listening to Chicago sing 25 to 64 (or whatever the name of the song is) and the first disturbance is Andrea the gardener. He is on his first day back from leave taking a walk around the garden. I want to be alone and he wants conversation. Long story, poor guy. I should give him some attention but I am selfish.
Five minutes later the phone chirps, and I roll my eyes as I dread any call. A number not in my phone book, but instead of complaints or bad news it is a seldom seen longtime friend Samuel Wilson in my office wondering if I am on my way.
(Wow, what is a guy who commutes to work by bicycle doing with a gardener? )
Book seller
Massawe who sells used books should get a medal from the mayor of Arusha. He has a couple of crates of books by the post office and has given me and others countless hours of joy and edification. Sometimes I am walking past and he yells me over and smugly plops down a paperback and knows I will like it.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Everyone should commute by bicycle. (at least sometimes)
Everyone should decrease the frequency of their commutes by personal vehicles. Statistics in the USA show that 40% of car trips are under 3.2km. That is walkable and ride able. I am sure it is the same in my home town of Arusha. Lots of people in my area, Sakina, work in town and it is 3-5km into town. It is ride able.
Kent Petersen ( kentsbike ) says it maybe better, but I want to give a personal touch to anyone who might read this from Arusha.
Is it realistic?
Bikes are okay to use.
First we have to change our mindset in Arusha and think of bicycles differently. They are not only for lower income people. They are just the same as a car, a means of getting from here to there. We shouldn't feel embarrassed to ride bicycles to work, errands, and school. Everything is relative. Everyone can just change the way they look at bikes. It is okay for rich and middle class people to commute by bicycle.
Maybe that is my role. Slowly try to make it okay to use a bike to get around some of the time.
Safety.
It is not as dangerous as you think. How do you know it is dangerous when you have not tried it.
It is dangerous when bicyclists do stupid actions and don't ride defensively. I have ridden to work over ten years probably 1-200 times per year to work and had one accident and I was not being attentive and some pedestrians passed in front and I locked up the brakes and slid and crashed bruising my ego. Wear a helmet. Be aware. Don't trust anyone. Assume they are trying to knock you down. Don't assume anyone sees you. Pedestrians are actually worse. Look for paths and lightly traveled roads. Have fun. Ring your bell alot. Use lights day and night.
Smile
Smile when you commute. Have personal interactions with people and arrive at work happy. Well I can't smile but at least i can smirk.
Start slow
Be realistic and start slow. Two days a week. Ride slow to work and make it exercise on the way home.
What to do when you get to work.
Shower at home before you leave. Don't use a backpack or pads in the helmet. change clothes at work. Maybe a wash cloth bath. Cool down the last 5 minutes before getting to work.
I still use a car.
See ya, Just now I am going to see my friend Pete's a bit past Usa River, by bike. I could drive but I will go by bike. It would probably take me 60 minutes to drive and it will take me like 90 by bike. Just trying to do my part.
Another time I will tell you how biking to work cured my bad back.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Arusha's first traffic light
(picture)
A crew were working for the past week, diggin under the road and putting some foundations in the ground. Then on Wednesday after work as I approached the intersection there the colored lights were, waiting for me, suspended over the road, on poles on the left, on poles to the right, all over the place, pedestrian walk lights, and left turn, right turn, and straight ahead lights.
I have to admit I was a bit concerned I would know what to do as I approached in the left hand lane . I also had no idea that the 200 pedestrians standing around were feeling the same way about drivers.
I was turning left (we drive on the left) so I move into the left lane with a RED left arrow and pulled to a stop, the first car in the left turn lane. I was the one who will decide when to go, a big responsibility. They had painted a white line 10 meters back. That made me a bit nervous to stop that far back as in Arusha you keep inching into traffic until you force oncoming traffic coming from your right to stop. That is the only way to get anywhere. So I worry that drivers behind me will start honking and yelling, as they won't know there is a white line painted on the road signalling where cars should stop and wait for a light. Man!!! I know I am doing the right thing by TRAFFIC RULES in the book, but in reality I am breaking the norm for Arusha.
So there I am worrying, and I notice there are more pedestrians then usual on every side of the road. I think they must be stranded or confused about what procedures.
Next the pedestrian light to my left went to green. I expect a rush of people to cross. But not one of the 30 people on both sides of the road cross. Hmm. I thought about that for a bit until I realize they were just plain watching the novelty of traffic lights.
the green walk light flashes red, and soon after my left turn arrow turns green. I move ahead but have to almost stop for a traffic policeman who has started to cross the road to tell the driver on the other side of the road ahead of me to get going!
I drove on home and forgot about the traffic lights until I got an SMS from
AnnaJoyce saying "Have you seen the lights? It is hysterical. Hundreds of people directing,watching, yelling instructions to drivers when the lights change." I figure she is exaggerating.
The next evening I again "fossil fueled" and drove home 30 minutes after dark and found she had made an understatement. There are literally 1000's of people lined up ten deep watching and yelling directions to drivers. There were traffic policeman running around trying to tell people what to do. It was the biggest crowd draw at this corner since they reinstated safari rally races in Arusha in the late 1980's.
If you are really bored keep reading.
Now remember Arusha is a boom town, with unknown population, I think it is officially 350,000 but probably greater Arusha is half a million. We have traffic jams and gridlock every day during 8am, lunch and 5-7pm and some sections all day.
Add to this the fact that some drivers will overtake in your lane on either side, so when it backs up on a two lane road you can see one lane become three, until the one direction blocks the other direction.
If it were up to me I would of put in a round about. However yesterday I was heading in the east bound direction to the traffic light and it did indeed make it go faster. At peak travel time when my group went through that intersection we were going at 30kmph. that never happens.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Babu Eriki
Something changed about 4 months ago and I have NO depressions and moodiness. Wonder what is different?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
ZITTO KABWE'S SUSPENSION AN EPISODE OR AN EPITAH?
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Wolfowitz's Girlfriend Resigns as Wolfowitz's Girlfriend
There is this an "organization" called The World Bank. As an uninformed, unofficial observer in Tanzania I am not sure if it is a bank, government institution, aid agency, loan shark, or a scam. You can visit their website and find their version. I am giving an opinion based on seeing who they give loans to in Tanzania.
Despite the fact that America is the main source of funds I doubt 20% of Americans know of this organization. If you live in the developing world you would of heard of it.
In my humble opinion , in short, it is an organization to divert various government funds back into rich peoples pockets. PERIOD.
Here is a recent article in the New York Times about the World Bank President Wolfowitz, which gives you an idea of some of the issues:
- Does The World Bank really help developing countries?
- Why does America get to "appoint the President?
- The article doesn't come out and say it but the woman in the article is Wolfowitz's girlfriend.
- Why does any governments hope to accomplish by giving low interest loans to huge projects in the developing world?
- In Developing countries, why do the loans go to foreign owned entities at all?
- Anyone who is Dick Cheney's buddy is suspect in competence, morality, etc
- Shouldn't the president of the world bank be a socialist?
- How successful are their projects?
- Wofowitz was born with a silver spoon up his ass. He was never in Peace Corps, never hitchhiked, never worked for minimum wage, never had someone beg for a dollar to live for the next day, never was a backpack traveler, never slept in a one room mud house, never took public transport. How can he run an organization with the word "world" in it, as the alleged beneficiaries do all the above?
I don't know who to give credit for this latest news article, but it came from a reliable source (email).
Wolfowitz's Girlfriend Resigns as Wolfowitz's Girlfriend
Relinquishes Girlfriend Post `Effective Immediately'
In yet another setback for the embattled World Bank
president, Paul Wolfowitz's girlfriend Shaha Riza
announced today that she was resigning as Mr.
Wolfowitz's girlfriend, "effective immediately."
While Ms. Riza's role in the conflict of interest
scandal involving Mr. Wolfowitz and the World Bank had
placed her in the eye of the media storm, few had
expected her to relinquish her girlfriend post without
a fight.
But according to a source close to Ms. Riza, the
increasing pressure on the high-profile couple in
recent days had convinced her that she "could no
longer function effectively as Paul Wolfowitz's
girlfriend."
A joint communiqué released by the couple indicated
that the decision to leave her girlfriend post was
entirely Ms. Riza's, but sources close to Mr.
Wolfowitz suggest that the idea had originated not
with her, but with the World Bank president himself.
According to one source, "Paul had dinner with Shaha
last night and told her they should start seeing other
banks."
News of Ms. Riza's departure sparked speculation that
Mr. Wolfowitz's might have difficulty acquiring a new
girlfriend, but according to Vice President Dick
Cheney, who has served as Mr. Wolfowitz's unofficial
"wingman" for years, nothing could be farther from the
"The fact that the World Bank found Paul guilty of
wrongdoing gives him an air of danger," Mr. Cheney
said. "The ladies dig that."
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Close call
http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/africa/05/05/kenya.plane/index.html
Monday, April 30, 2007
Na Mifuko yangu je?
Up until about 5 years ago there used to be this old colonial lady in Arusha, called Mama Saska. She had a doctorate in something (I believe) and came from East Europe during colonial times. Any way she had to make a living after her husband died ages ago and did so by making floral arrangements for important meetings and weddings ( before Tanzanian women caught on). She drove this famous old car around, having bought it 50 years ago new.
She had this exotic garden with about every kind of flower and tree. I had fresh flowers to sell and she was one of my stops a couple of times per week. She always wanted my tuberose.
One day she told me this story.
She had two huge macadamia nut trees. As you might know Macadamia nuts are expensive. It was good money for her. It came a period when she was getting less nuts from the trees. She asked her assistant and the night watchman Paulo (name changed to protect the innocent) whether animals were eating them or something. Neither had any idea what was happening to them.
Then she noticed that in the evening there were a more on the ground than in the morning. So Mama Saska laid a trap. She decided to be outside when the night watchman Paulo left early in the morning, something she rarely witnessed.
The next morning she spied Paulo leaving with two big plastic bags with handles. (This was before the time of free plastic bags lying all over the place, given out free when you buy something in a shop.) She confronted Paulo as he reached the gate and demanded " what is in that bag?" Paulo had no option but to show her the contents, as she is a mzee, memsahib, and his boss.
Low and behold he had shelled the nuts, and sealed them in smaller clear plastic bags. Ready for sale. He probably had about 20,000shs worth of nuts bagged up. His salary at the time was 100shs per night.
Mama Saska was furious. Furious. As only a white memsahib can do, she berated Paulo, threatening to fire him, take him to the police , etc.
Poor Paulo had no recourse but to hand over the bags of nuts in the two big plastic bags. His lucrative side business was over.
But he had the balls in the end to say "Na mifuko wangu je?" (= what about my plastic bags, you got to give those back.)
(nb: I was going to correct that to "mifuko yangu" but I think he probably did say it the way I wrote it, certainly mama Saska said it wrongly, as I do most of the time.)
Moods
When these moods come I should simply get on my bike with a sleeping bag and ride for two days and turn around and come back home. As opposed to trying to keep going. I tend to just spin in circles during those times.
Politics as usual
Here is a link to a site that is trying to "Rescuing America from the Radical Ideas of Hillary Clinton"
Go figure.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Picture of my brother's baptism in 1952
- I have been meaning to contact the second man from left, Dr. Hosea Macha. I picked up the picture because of him. (6 may 2007: there is now a whole story to tell about Hosea and his son Freddie.)
- After I had this picture in my hand I learned about the two other white people in the picture.
I know well the story of the man next to Dad (far right) , Dr Hosea Macha, being my brother Don's baptismal sponsor. He was then a medical student at Bumbuli Medical Assistant School, ten years before Tanganyika's independence. Don met Dr. Macha in 1970 on his first visit after HS graduation. This reunion was a good story as Don is 6ft 6 inches and Dr Macha announced to waiting patients that he held this kid at his baptism. The waiting patients had a good laugh. I have always been intrigued by this student that my father chose to be baptismal sponsor for his son, and have always asked other doctors where he is. So I put the picture aside (okay I stole it without permission).
A few days passed and I picked up the picture one morning and noticed the fine handwriting on the bottom and top of the picture. Mom could write very very small, she did this out of frugality. She didn't want to waste space or ink. I didn't even see the handwriting when I first stumbled on the picture.
If you have good eyes you can read the writing. If not click on the picture, or take my word for it.
The first name is Mrs Friberg. Huh! At first I think it is Dr. Steve Friberg's mother, then I realize it has to be his grandmother! Steve and his family are undoubtedly the family we are closest to as a whole family after Bernice's immediate family. So it took a generation to get back together it seems. I thought that was very cool and now the picture was definitely a keeper. I had no idea that my parents knew Steve's grandmother.
Below in the middle are Mrs Fribergs great grandchildren with their good friends and our neighbor.

A few days later and Don's sister in law Lori (and my friend since High School, and girlfriend in High School) comes around to check out the oak kitchen table. I show her the picture and explain how cool it is that 35 years later Steve and I meet without knowing of any previous family ties and become friends. I show her the small handwriting and Lori says "who is Pastor Cunningham?" I put on my reading glasses and sure enough the old white guy in the middle is another friend's grandfather! So I have a picture that ties two of my friends to another generation.
This is Pastor Cunningham's great granddaughter and her Dad.
And another great granddaughter Nasha.
A year later I noticed that Mom didn't put in one of the two student's names. I ponder the implications of that and came up with they were Dad's students and how could she remember the name. My siblings all know the name Hosea Macha. I know the name Hosea my whole life but not the Europeans in the picture. Sijui.
For fun here is a picture of my family 3 years or so before I was born, taken somewhere in the Usambara Mountains above the village of Bumbuli where Don was born.
And here is the letter mom wrote in 1953 after his birth.

Typical of my parents that my dad have mom administer her own anesthetic.
Book of the month
"Into the Wild" by JON KRAKAUER, he is better known for Into Thin Air.
Steve Friberg loaned me the book on Monday saying it was not as good as Into Thin Air. I started it in bed that night and took it to work with me on Tuesday, I never take a book to work unless it is technical.
After I finished this book I woke up Erik Mdogo who was sick in bed and said "This is a keeper". He gave the book back to me the next day.
the American Academy of Arts and Letters says of this book "while his account of the life and death of Christopher McCandless, who died of starvation after challenging the Alaskan wilderness, delves even more deeply and disturbingly into the fascination of nature and the devastating effects of its lure on a young and curious mind."
I thought what the young man did was entirely normal. I just think he wasn't 100% prepared and took a big task. But then maybe I am not normal and that "lure" is still there.
I also started to remember how much I regretted settling down as early as I did, which wasn't all that early. Settling down was getting that first job that tied me down and set a precedent. An interesting and challenging and rewarding job.
Driving to work on Wednesday I vowed that I need to get out more regularly into wild places to renew my soul.
The Last of the Socialists
I have issues with my salary as managing Director and shareholder.
People I admire
Nelson Mandella
I mean like the guy was in prison for 20+ years. And he comes out and talks about reconciliation with the regime that put him away! Secondly he stepped down from being President of SA. That rarely happens in Africa.
When George Bush traveled to South Africa a few years ago, Mandela decided to leave the country (in protest is how I interpreted it), even after Mr Bush made it clear he was coming and wanted to see Mandela. Mandela said something like, I have nothing to say to you until you stop this invasion of other countries, like Iraq.
And when Brenda Fassie was singing at the Kora Music Awards about 3 years ago, he is in the audience, and Brenda sings and skips down to him. He was so cool.
Jimmy Carter
I mean the guy is simply a plain decent guy. What was he thinking going to Washington as President? For his inauguration parade he walks. He walks with his family. Think about it. Then in the white house he decides that they should put in some solar energy, so he converts 30% to using solar. Cool. (Of course Regan removed it.) Now this guy is my kind of guy.
He is involved in Habitat for Humanity and is always trying to bring world peace. He has the guts to say what Palestine Refugee camps are concentration camps.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
New Blog
Basi, this is a blog for non bikers but will include all my blogs from mzungueriki blog, which is about bicycling around home, and another one that is not public.
Koko means fake. I have been accused of being a "fake" Mzungu (European). Which is a compliment, nafikiri (I think). Those from bongo land get the picture. For the rest of you......... well forget it, it takes too long to explain.