Eleven years ago my dad started a tradition of documenting our travels through ‘ramblings’. It started when was 10 years old and knew nothing of Africa.
It wasn’t until I was 14 that I declared – mostly out of hormonal melodrama – that this continent was the place I would call home. I still knew nothing about the how, where, when or why of it.
In those 8 years I’ve done many things that had little to do with Africa and I’d be lying if I said I was never distracted by the fun of living in the ‘West’.
But eventually, spurred on by a 6-week trip to the small town of Songea in southern Tanzania, I committed to a degree designed to get me there – or at least a step closer.
Admittedly I’ve changed plans again – call it a personality trait – and here I am, one year ahead of schedule and with a year of uni waiting for me at home.
For the past year I’ve worked – and come to be slightly obsessed by – an Aussie NGO called FoodWaterShelter (FWS); first as Public Fundraising Manager, now as Tanzania Communications Manager. That’s the how.
The where is the ‘vollage’ (volunteer village) in a rural area 4kms from Arusha, Tanzania. It’s green, at the moment slightly chilly and has a beautiful view of Mt Meru from the kitchen.
The when was Friday August 13, 2010.
The why? I still don’t know how to answer that one.
And so, long story short, this is beginning of my ramblings.
It wasn’t until I was 14 that I declared – mostly out of hormonal melodrama – that this continent was the place I would call home. I still knew nothing about the how, where, when or why of it.
In those 8 years I’ve done many things that had little to do with Africa and I’d be lying if I said I was never distracted by the fun of living in the ‘West’.
But eventually, spurred on by a 6-week trip to the small town of Songea in southern Tanzania, I committed to a degree designed to get me there – or at least a step closer.
Admittedly I’ve changed plans again – call it a personality trait – and here I am, one year ahead of schedule and with a year of uni waiting for me at home.
For the past year I’ve worked – and come to be slightly obsessed by – an Aussie NGO called FoodWaterShelter (FWS); first as Public Fundraising Manager, now as Tanzania Communications Manager. That’s the how.
The where is the ‘vollage’ (volunteer village) in a rural area 4kms from Arusha, Tanzania. It’s green, at the moment slightly chilly and has a beautiful view of Mt Meru from the kitchen.
The when was Friday August 13, 2010.
The why? I still don’t know how to answer that one.
And so, long story short, this is beginning of my ramblings.
