Saturday, July 30, 2016

Flames of Discontent (or, Why the Preventive System Matters)

In Kenya, students are setting their schools on fire.

I am not joking, nor am I exaggerating. Look at this article if you don’t believe me.

When I first heard the sisters say that a school was set on fire, my initial reaction was shock. When they told me the students were doing it, I was baffled. I tried to picture students at any school I attended setting the place on fire and found myself stumped. I’ve heard of walkouts or sit-ins, but even then it was generally peaceful and didn’t last for very long before administrators at least pretended to address the issue. And yet, here in Kenya, teenagers have set buildings on fire.

Almost every evening as sit around the table at dinner, the sisters bring news of yet another school that has gone up in flames as the term draws to a close. The possible reasons why students have decided to set fire to their schools seem endless. The government has recently changed the length of terms and breaks and some people have said that the students are setting the fires in protest because of that. Others say that the students don’t like the exam schedule changing. The one that Sr. Pat is most convinced of concerns the cheating cartels. In Kenya, there apparently is an organized group of people that sell the answers for the national exam to students. Something went wrong this year and the cartels have not delivered the exam answers yet, possibly leading the students to set fires to their schools in panic in an attempt to get the national exams rescheduled for them.

On the evening news, I watched as a panel discussed why students felt setting their schools on fire was not only a acceptable reaction, but an appropriate one. What is the root cause of the students’ behavior? This was the question they wrestled with. Is it because the parents don’t teach their children right from wrong? Is it because school administrators and those meant to hear student complaints are never there? Or is it because the news constantly bashed the new term schedules?

And as one sister put it at dinner, ‘This is why the preventive system is so important.’

The preventive system is the creation of Saint John Bosco, the founder of the Salesian order, and focuses on preventing youth from falling into bad or dangerous behavior. Don Bosco’s preventive system relies on three things: reason, religion, and loving-kindness. They all interact together, and to leave one out is to incorrectly implement the system.

First, interactions with youth must be driven by loving-kindness. And not the distant kind of love. The kind of love that means you listen to them, you are present with them, you set boundaries when they need them, and you show them the love that drives your actions in everything you do. It is not enough to love them; you must show them that you love them.

Second, you must appeal to their sense of reason. This means explaining why things are supposed to be a certain way, why they are being disciplined, why this assignment is necessary. It means listening in turn to their explanations and discussing things with them when clarification is needed or when they don’t understand.

Third, and the final step, is religion. Obviously, the Salesian order is a congregation of the Catholic Church. Therefore, teaching and introducing the youth to the Catholic faith and accompanying them on their faith journey are huge parts of the Salesian charism (charism meaning their vocation). Religion is the driving force for every action the Salesians do, even it is the last step in the preventive system.

What does this mean in context of the school burnings in Kenya? Well, the fact is that the perpetrators are students. The youth of the schools. They are the ones going out and buying gasoline, bringing it back to their schools, and lighting it up after they’ve spread it across their campus. Many of the schools in Kenya are boarding schools as well, meaning that the possibility of someone getting hurt is very present. So the ultimate problem rests with the students that feel setting schools on fire is acceptable.

The sisters say that it is important to reach the kids before they get to that point. Instill a sense of right and wrong. Cheating already needs to be seen as unacceptable and teachers need to be aware of their students’ patterns of behavior. But the sisters also say that it is important for the children to feel that they can go to the school administrators or teachers and have their complaints not only heard, but considered seriously. They need to feel that the people in charge of the school are present with them, not just lining their pockets and going about their business. If the students feel that no one cares, then why should they care?

The importance of the preventive system is much clearer here in Kenya than it was in the United States. In the US, teachers might want to prevent fighting or other forms of violence. In Kenya, they want to prevent that, plus arson.

Anyway, now all you readers can say you are (somewhat) educated on Don Bosco’s preventive system! So let’s end this post with a few stories (on the lighter side).

Interesting Stories of the Week:
  • So I know you all were probably very entertained by my plumbing story last time, so I thought I would give you an update! They fixed everything and I do have hot water now! On the downside…

…one of the plumbers stepped through my ceiling. 

         So now I have a hole – to add character!

  • I taught my first full week of catechism this week! I have no idea what I’m doing! It’s going great! (And I’m constantly terrified I might accidentally commit blasphemy!)

  • Also, I don’t know what I was expecting when I came to Kenya, but I have this bush right outside my house and everyday a new flower has bloomed. They don’t all bloom at the same time though. One blooms and then another and so on. Regardless, they are beautiful.




Kiswahili phrase of the day:
  • Napenda kula kuku – I like to eat chicken

(Don’t ask)

Kwaheri!

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Everybody's Working for the Weekend

I have finished my first week in Makuyu! Huzzah!

It’s been a busy week, but I’ve had a great time meeting all the girls (failing to memorize their names the first time – I’m trying though!) and interacting with the sisters and the other kids at the secondary school. I’ve helped an English teacher grade his tests (British English and America English – just different enough to be stupidly problematic), and updated the 2015 community chronicle (it was due in January – Sr. Shanty feels kind of bad about that), as well as teaching my first catechism class yesterday!

So suffice to say, there’s been a lot of stuff to do.

I thought for this post that I would take a moment to discuss the different things that the Mother Mazzarello community (MMV for short (yes, with a v)) do as a part of their mission in Makuyu.

First and most obvious is the secondary school.




Right next door to my house is Don Bosco Secondary school, servicing students between Form One and Form Four (basically high schoolers). Sr. Laurenzia is the principal, but she has a pretty cool supporting cast in the teachers and assistants. I actually man the library during the librarian’s lunch break so that students can continue to study while she’s gone –

(Take this moment to make all the librarian jokes you need. Please, take your time.)

– otherwise, they have to lock up the library. Now, while this wouldn’t be a problem in the US, the fact is that the students here don’t actually have their own textbooks. It’s simply too expensive. So there are the class books on reserve in the library that the students can check out for a while as they need for their studies. However, they can’t leave the library with the books because there is a theft problem when it comes to library books. This led to me accidently confiscating a student’s exercise workbooks on my first day (and I felt like a complete jerk. Sorry, Francis.)

This is also where I discovered that British vs. American English can cause some…confusion when certain things are being graded. It’s okay, I figured it out (kind of).

The next thing and the one that I have the most experience with so far is the Children’s Home.



There are just over twenty girls under the age of 15 that live here almost full-time (they do go home to friends and relatives during breaks). They go to the primary school down the way, but they eat, play, and pray here at MMV.

(And sleep. They also sleep here.

Obviously.)

The girls are super fun and always welcome me with a big smile and hug. There’s a lot of high-five hand clasps, too, but it seems that’s the way that Kenyans greet each other and I am always down for a high-five hand clasp.

There are also a few dozen secondary school girls living at MMV who are boarders. Today was actually parents’ day so a lot of families came to check and see how their girls are doing and the girls will get to see their parents for a bit before they leave. I haven’t spent as much time with the secondary school boarders yet, but I was able to hang out with them today and learn some of their names. I’ll get there eventually! But yeah, all the girls are great and I’m sure more stories will come up as I learn more about each of them.

The last activity this mission does is the dispensary.

Now let me make a disclaimer. I have not actually visited the dispensary yet. It’s off-site and this week first week has been a lot of computer work and doing things at the school. That said, Sr. Catherine Lee sometimes tells stories from what happened that day and going through the old albums (since I’ll be updating the new one) has given me a decent idea about what the dispensary is about.

Sick people. It’s helping sick people.

This can be medicine (which seems to be the usual case), helping with injuries, and surprisingly, lots of dental work. While looking through one of the old albums, I saw a picture from ‘Free Day,’ which is…come on, you can guess.

That’s right, it’s when the dispensary and its services are completely free of charge. Usually people do have to pay something for the medicines or services. Looking at the picture, it was completely ridiculous the amount of people who had come. The line was four people deep and went on forever. Over six hundred people came.

That’s a lot of people.

I’m sure that I’ll probably end up assisting in the dispensary at some point and then I’ll be able to tell you all everything about it and about whatever crazy thing happens that day.

But really, the next part is what you all want to know because it is completely and utterly ridiculous.

Interesting Story of the Week:

  •  So I haven’t had any hot water at my house, which I was totally fine with. However, Sr. Shanty called a plumber to come and look to see if he could fix it. He arrived yesterday in the afternoon, climbed up into ceiling where the water tank is, and found that though he couldn’t fix it that day, he could come back on Monday with the part needed to finish up. Sounds good, right? I follow them out as they go and look the door behind me. This is at 5:45.
I come back to grab my camera at 8:30 to find water is dripping from the ceiling, running down the walls, and has made a small swimming pool of my bathroom area. It’s also dripping on my dresser and opening it reveals that it’s pretty close to dripping through onto my clothes. I run back and tell Sr. Shanty what’s happened and she grabs her phone and a mop and bucket, calling the plumber as she tells me to use the mop and bucket as needed.

Back at my house, I use a trashcan, the buckets, and three smaller glasses to catch the drips as best they can. However, the water isn’t stopping or slowing down, and I don’t want the ceiling to fall in from water damage. So I decide to do something that would make my mom proud.

I climb into the ceiling.

Now, I don’t have a ladder. The plumber took that with him when he left. So I…improvised. Stool on chair, me on dresser, push the ceiling tile off and then, viola! One Mary Margaret in your ceiling!

Of course, once I was up there I realized that the bucket the plumber had (apparently) placed had fallen over, dumping the dripping water onto the ceiling and leaving a constant quick drip of water coming from the tank. I was able to plug the hole a little better and prop up the bucket more securely under the dripping, and then I made my way back down onto the dresser, putting the ceiling tile back into place, and then lowered myself onto my stool/chair and then the ground.

My fix lasted through the night! Huzzah! I was paranoid the entire time that the bucket would overflow and I would have to climb up there in the middle of the night to empty it, but luckily that didn’t happen. This morning, the plumber climbed up into the ceiling again (after being completely baffled by how I managed it) to find the bucket totally full. He was shocked. There was some tag-team lowering of the water bucket (resulting in a bit being dumped on me) and eventually we solved the problem by completely emptying the tank and turning off the water valve leading to it so that no more water would enter. I took a shower today, so thankfully the water does still work. At least there’s that.

And that’s the story of how a simple plumbing job got completely out of hand and Mary Margaret climbed into the ceiling.



The End.


Kiswahili Phrase of the Day:

  • Lauren wambui susan loripope.
(This is one of the girls in the Children’s Home. She’s been watching me type this and wanted to give it a try. So this is Lauren’s name as typed by Lauren!)

  • Jecinta Lochomurut Nanyu
(And this is one of the boarding girls. She’s also been watching me type this and wanted to give it a try. So this is Jecinta’s name as typed by Jecinta!)


Kwaheri!

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Makuyu (or, Home, Sweet Home)

I arrived in Mukuyu!

Having now been at Mukuyu for a three days, I now realize why Sr. Gisele (the provincial) reassigned me here rather than Dagoretti.

Nobody ever sleeps!

Seriously, when I got here on Saturday, I was already playing with the kids and looking over the yearly chronicle that the convent puts together for any spelling errors and way to expand upon what has already been written. On Sunday, I accompanied some of the kids to a mass (a confirmation mass!) about a thirty minute walk away while one of the other sisters accompanied the kids that were performing dance at a regional competition.

That’s not even taking into consideration the schedules everyone keeps! The girls in secondary school (high school for all Americans unfamiliar with the terms (though I bet you figured it out, you’re all so smart)) get up at 4:45 in the morning to start studying. STUDYING! Mass is at 6:30 am and school starts – starts – at 6:45 am! That’s for both the older and younger kids.

So yeah, I’m not too concerned with being bored.

In other news, I now have a house of my own since I am currently the only volunteer here, which is both great and weird. I actually unpacked myself and everything! Look Mom!

I have a bed!

And an organized dresser!

And a bathroom with things!

...ignore this bit.

It looks like I’ll maybe be tutoring in English, writing the convent chronicle, putting together a community album, supervising evening study time, and basically doing whatever else is needed to help the sisters out. They are currently short a sister so I’m going to do my best to fill in where I’m able.

But anyway, the mass. It was over five hours long. Here are some pictures to explain why.

First, we had to traditionally welcome the bishop

Cool hat is a necessity

And then there was the processional

Which had a lot of people
He made it in eventually

The psalm was pretty legit

And the presentation of the Gospel was...

...very involved

Eventually the homily started...

...(it was over an hour and a half, guys)...

Breaking props was involved

But we made it to Confirmation!

And it was a lot like Confirmation at home

We had a few students from the mission getting confirmed...

...and Sr. Shanty made sure to congratulate them!

Then there was the Bringing of the Gifts

Which was super cool!

(This part was the same though. Obviously.)

Then the bishop was presented with some gifts

And when he was supposed to process out...

...he stayed behind to conduct the choir

But he blessed some of our girls, so I'll let it slide
For your viewing pleasure, I also took some video so readers of my blog can enjoy the differences between American Mass and Kenyan Mass.



Interesting Fact of the Day:

  • While traveling to Mukuyu, I found out that there are speedbumps on Kenya’s highways. Because everyone has to slow down to get over the bump, there are usually people walking in the street trying to sell stuff to people in the cars. I just stared straight ahead so they didn’t think I wanted something. Also, there are crosswalks right after the bump. So this happened a lot.
THAT SEEMS KIND OF DANGEROUS
  • Most of the kids I have met have asked me whether or not I have seen Barack Obama in person. When I say no, they ask why. I then have had to explain that Texas and Washington D.C. are not exactly close. Then they ask whether I watched when Obama visited Kenya. Basically, all these kids know a lot about Obama and want to make sure I do, too. Which I find kind of hilarious.
  • I showed the girls here pictures of my family and every time they saw a picture of my mom, they gasped. According to them, she are beautiful (emphasis taken from the kids). Since I will probably look just like you when I'm older, I think this is great news for both my mom and me!

Kiswahili phrase of the Day:


  • Elimu ni mwangaza – Education is light


Until next time,

Kwaheri!