James Phelps – The final blog entry means the trip is also coming to an end. This opportunity has definitely caused a change in my mind. The poverty and struggle we have seen in the past several days for the people living in the Same region is something that is extremely difficult to put into words. To see things that leave one speechless and realizing that they are not the only ones in this region who struggle to survive each and every day is difficult to wrap your mind around. There are more than likely endless communities in need of assistance. Walking 50+ kilometers one way for water is difficult to completely comprehend for me as a person who has been lucky enough to have running water in their own house since birth. Despite all that we have seen, I have noticed that there is opportunity for me to make a difference in these communities moving forward. There is a great need for technical assistance which I, along with my peers, have the ability to give. One of the communities we visited spoke of how there was only one district engineer and due to the volume of projects he is responsible for, has been unable to come to the community and provide assistance. With all of our knowledge we have gained via The Ohio State University, it seems we may be able to fill that void for technical assistance. This is extremely empowering to know that there is a chance that we as engineers can help people in need. Every community we visited said that by just helping them gain access to water, we would change their lives significantly. It is important to thank all that have contributed to this opportunity to travel to Tanzania and have this experience. I know that for me personally this trip has been an experience that drastically changed the way I thought about rural water systems in Africa. Seeing the look in community leaders’ eyes and the passion that they show towards having us there is something I will never forget. Each and every person I came in contact with have been welcoming and I have felt that they are definitely happy to see us. A big shout out to those who have helped this trip come together and make this possible for not only myself, but all off the others who came with me.
Kyle Bramman – Friday was our last day of business after professor H made the decision to take a day off and spend some time at the seminary. This came after a few long, stressful days in the Same region where we were all challenged emotionally and physically. Thursday in particular was hard on everyone. We began with another community that was comparable to many of the ones we had been visiting; it was a very productive visit. After we stopped at one about 20 minutes away and deeper into the sandy region. This village left everyone a little shook up. We first took a tour of a small part that consisted of an elder husband and wife, their sons, their son’s multiple wives, and their many grandchildren. Here we also walked into one of the houses which was overwhelming and hard to see. One thing that really bothered me was a kitten that was smaller than any I had ever seen. It was dirty and already malnourished despite its very young age. We also learned how poorly women were treated in this community. They handled most of the hard work which included building houses, retrieving water from the river, and taking care of the children. If they disappointed their husband they were mistreated. This community literally was one bad day away from losing members from not enough food or water. It was hard to stomach our lunches after that. Other than a frightening drive up a mountain and some questionable food in the communities Friday was relatively uneventful. I am excited to see what the rest of the trip brings. I have had a blast, but I certainly am excited to get back to the States.
Tyler Pica – Yesterday was a day that none of us will forget. We have seen some malnourished communities, but none of them stack up to one of the communities we visited yesterday. This was poverty on another level, I wondered how some of them were surviving, they could barely feed themselves and I was wondering how they were sustainably feeding their livestock. But to contrast Thursday, Friday we went to the higher lands, where availability of water was not such an issue, but more of an infrastructure problem. The ride going up this mountain was quite the thrill, some of us were stunned by the heights that we were traveling to. Once up there it was amazing view after amazing view. After such busy days while being in Same, it was so nice to wind down and have a relaxing day at the seminary. We all got to sleep in a little bit, followed by a delicious lunch, and proceeded to get absolutely embarrassed in a game of soccer. It was amazing playing soccer with the students here and we actually only lost 5-3 but all three of our scores were from one of the students from the seminary. The next few days are going to be relaxing days where we can put our mind to rest and enjoy a few safaris and buy some souvenirs from the market. I’m extremely excited to see what the next few days bring.
John Conteh – We’ve looked at the diverse water stations ranging from rain harvesting, surface water, bore holes, and existing network. To finally wrap up on the goal of this trip, in comparison to the two regions between Dodoma and Same, I’ve had more take in the Same region. We go to this communities with the assumption that they are in need of water and in most times that is the case. As the guys have already explained, Thursday really put things into perspective. After witnessing the lifestyle of one of the local tribes, the group was completely drained, leaving the technical aspect of the trip aside. It is fair to say that over the years, I’ve been taking my stay in the U.S. for granted. I feel privileged giving this opportunity to come back to Africa and see how difficult life can be without water. Though the objective isn’t quite fulfilled, this visit is definitely a start. I along with the rest of the guys on this trip have the capacity to make a difference in these communities.
Kyle Krieger – It’s really difficult to sit here and type these words, mostly because it is signaling the end of the trip. There has been days where I wondered why I was here and what was the point of leaving the comforts of my home in Columbus and really immerse myself into the culture of Africa. It hasn’t always been roughing it in the woods like I expected going into this trip, but it has been assimilation into a culture that I had no idea about. The people here in Tanzania work so incredibly hard… I say that as someone has performed manual labor for many jobs. This life in many parts of the rural areas is a day by day routine. One day without food or water could spell disaster and could result in the death of a person or of livestock. Each of which play such an integral part of the life in here in Africa. For me, I grew up in a well off household in the best part of town, day to day life only revolved around all of the extra activities I was involved in. I am a middle class American living the easy life. This trip has been one of evolution for me, to be completely honestly I thought I was totally prepared to see poverty at the worst levels… I was completely wrong. When I saw the families in each community struggling just to make it by at any level, it brought out complete sadness in my heart. I’ve received a new outlook and a new fire to add to my life. The group of people I came with on this trip, and don’t get me wrong we are all different and many days we don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, are a completely eclectic and brilliant group of engineers and humanitarians. I’m sure with the impact this trip has made on our lives we will be able to go back as better engineers and even better people. The world won’t change without people who are willing to take a stand and want to fix the problems that face the human race. I am an engineer, I am here to solve problems and with the right type of teamwork we will make a difference. Thank you Tanzania for letting me find myself in a world full of hate.
Anna Apostel – The last few days have been a lot more than I expected. I was warned coming in that I would undergo a very large culture shock, but I never believed that it would have such a strong impact on me. I’m a woman in a primarily male dominated field so I know that I have had privileges given to me that are very rare even in the United States. We recently visited a wide range of communities in the Same region, but one made profound impact on me which I never expected. While visited one of the communities in the Lowlands of Same, primarily comprised of a very arid environment we had a woman speak out about the difficulties the local woman faced in the community. The women there were in charge of collecting water from sources several kilometers away, cooking meals, taking care of children, building homes and so much more. The woman was describe all of the tasks being completed and I could not help but feel that this was a powerful woman who could do so much more than I could ever fathom. She showed us here arm which many interpreted are her showing her strength by flexing her arm. When the translator finished the look of shock was present on all of our faces. She was showing the lash marks on her arm she received from the days she had not completed her tasks. What I felt then is very difficult to put into words. I came to the region expecting to be presented with water issues which I knew the region faced, but the impact the water issues have on the community weighed so much deeper than I expected. It drained me completely and the rest of the day was spent in a haze of trying to remain professional and trying to understand what I had seen and heard. I still am processing the experience and I doubt I will ever be able to fully understand the different social norms our world are accustomed to. It was the first time this trip I found being the only woman here to be difficult. I was in a world completely different than mine without anyone to truly understand what I was going through. I leave here wanting to help. How does one help the diversity of communities we saw on this trip? How does one choose which communities need help the most help? How am I a graduate student in engineering while someone else suffers from back breaking chores and domestic violence? I want to help, but I’m more lost than ever. I never thought I would say this, but the engineering is the easy part.
Andrew Goldfarb – Since we have come to the Himo region our work and days have been lengthy and full of meetings and greetings. The region and the problems are different and similar than Dodoma, but there we have ben interacting on a much more personal level with the communities. The past few days I have experienced things that I never imagined I would experience on a level beyond the pages of National Geographic. Our guide threw us in the deep end with communities who were experiencing problems and suffering that I don’t know if I was mentally ready to handle. I thought I had prepared myself appropriately for what rural Africa was going to throw at us, but I think I had an unrealistic level of the suffering that occurs solely because I have never experienced anything quite like this. The contradiction of the beautiful landscape that I was admiring on the drive out suddenly was the furthest thing from my mind when I was watching a man and woman pull murky water from a small puddle next to one of the most astounding trees I have ever seen. I started thinking of the conflict of interest that photographers often have in scenarios like this. Do I continue to coldly take photos to document this suffering and make this trip feel like we are collecting photos for a museum exhibit or do I stop and take a step back to make myself feel better? This issue really started to bother me and grew even more during our time with the Masai people. My internal struggles grew as we went and visited a small Masai community. We entered a hut and I never felt more like an intruder in my life. We were welcomed but I didn’t feel welcome. We learned of their suffering and their struggles from varying elders, men, and women of the community and the desperation and struggles became even more real hearing them explain in detail what they do on a daily basis just to survive. It blew my mind and broke my heart. I know from this point on I will forever keep them in mind.
Robbie Pesarchick – It seems irresponsible to add my two cents to the tired discussion of water in Africa, but I’ll try to explain how I’m feeling. While previous posts may have seemed enthusiastic and hopeful, this experience beat me up. It has been very frustrating.
The fact is that there are millions and millions of people who suffer from water scarcity. Yesterday, we spent the entire day on a mountain; up and down, meeting communities that lack infrastructure, policy, or source for reliable water. The leaders we met with collectively represented upwards of 15,000 upland mountain-dwellers, and that was just in the three communities we stopped. As we eventually returned to the asphalt road below, I could look up and see some two dozen identical mountain sides; presumably with identical thirsty smiles.
And all of that is to say nothing of the lowlands. What I saw down in the Masai flatlands is a suffering entirely its own; the type that couldn’t be clarified using words. Repeatedly, I heard frustration towards the crawling pace of developmental progress. I saw projects and technologies (hap hazardously prescribed by the well-intentioned) which have failed mechanically or systemically. The problems here don’t know boundary either. Rural water issues in the developing world are nearly universal.
These issues won’t be resolved with the assistance of one student, one university, or one country. People are very thirsty and we all need to figure out our place in the solution.
End of tirade. I’ve always preferred good news come second.
Progress is being made. We’ve seen communities with good storage, reliable sources, and effective economic models. These people are thriving with good schools, healthier people, and enough agricultural product to take much to market. We’ve met brilliant NGO’s with organized effective systems designed to methodically improve water infrastructure and access in their neighborhoods. The fact of the matter, then, is that there exist do-able, if exhaustingly delicate solutions to rural water shortages. My take away from this experience is that, like the impossibly strong Masai women, our path to water will require some many thousand steps; one by one.
I’d like to thank our sponsors at OSU and GWI, our new friends in Tanzania: Nevtal, MKAJI, Simavi, KiHO, every community that welcomed us with happy faces and warm food, our hosts at the Four Point Hotel, the Maua Seminary, local government officials of Same, and most warmly of all, our drivers Richard and Joseph, who endured many tiring 14 hour days and brought us to whichever cliff side we asked.
Jonathan Ogland-Hand – Hello world. I am writing this from our nice hotel – our rural community portion of the trip has concluded. As I am typing this I am shocked at how unfamiliar my keyboard feels unfamiliar to my fingers. It’s hard to believe we have only been gone for 11 days – it feels like lifetime ago.
During the past few days we have been meeting with rural communities that are in need of an engineering solution to a water related problem. Overall, we ended up meeting with nine different communities over the past three days. I saw poverty like I have never seen before and it was emotionally draining and exhausting.
The most difficult community to meet with was the Masai, which was on Wednesday. The Masai are historically nomadic people who associate illness with water bodies and thus have been living as far away as possible from large bodies of water since they moved (by foot) from northern Africa (across the Sahara desert) in the 1700’s. These people had literally no possessions besides the clothes on their back and lived in dirt huts they built out of sticks, dirt, and dung. They were so remote that most people did not even speak Swahili (so we had another layer of translation in our conversations).
In the Masai culture (from how I understood it) the men look after the livestock and the women do everything else. A man can have up to 10 wives, each of which is responsible for building a dirt hut. From what we were told they use knives (about a foot long) to dig holes about a yard deep in the ground for vertical posts (small trees about 6 inches in diameter) and then they weave smaller twigs/branches in between these and enclose everything in dirt mixed with dung, cow urine, or water if available. In addition to building these huts women are also responsible for getting water, which is a day journey (it look us over an hour to drive from their homes to the river).
I was aware that poverty at this level existed but being there in person, covered in dirt (I felt like I was in the middle of a windy desert), smelling the smells (which are hard to describe, but they were bad), and knowing that there is zero possibility for any these people to change their situation on their own was one of the most difficult and most shocking experiences on my life. It was really hard to keep down lunch that day and I was unable to eat more than a small bowl of rice for dinner. That night the group talked about how we were feeling and everyone was pretty overwhelmed. There was so much to comprehend and it was so impossible to put into words.
I left that community unsure I would be able to help them if a project was started simply because how difficult it was for me to interact with them and see how they live. Everyone got the sense that these people were just one bad day away from not making it – like if something happened that prevented them from their daily tasks of survival just once, they might die. I honestly think the only way people are able to live a western lifestyle after seeing something like this is to deny that it exists. Prof Hagenberger told all of us that from his experience and the experience of all the previous students he has brought to rural Africa, we would fall back into our lives very quickly once we return. I am interested to see what happens.