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Volunteers Experience Story – Sabrina Link & Zala Park – Teaching at Muungoni school -Zanzibar Islands read her three weeks story......
Arrival in Zanzibar
I arrived in Zanzibar quite early at the 13.02.2013. I was picked up by Josh, my co-ordinator from World Unite. We went to Stone Town to grab food and he provided me with all the necessary information about my stay and gave me a Tanzanian SIM card, which proved more than useful. Then we headed to Muungoni, a little village in the south of Zanzibar, approximately 36 km from Stonetown. I was welcomed by Mohammed who once build Muungoni private school where I was suppose to work for the next three weeks. On my first day he showed me the school and around the village and introduced me to some people. Hence, all in all it was a smooth first day and I was welcomed warmly in Muungoni.
The first few days
During the first few days Mohammed took me to Stonetown a couple of times and showed me around. I quickly learned how to use the Dalladalla and to find my way around Stonetown and therefore it was, after a couple of days no problem for me to leave the village alone and got either to Stonetown or to nearby beaches and therefore explore the island. Nevertheless, I also had to struggle with a couple of things during the first few days. Since Zanzibar is nearly 100 percent Muslim I was suppose to wear a headscarf, as well as a skirt which covered my ankles. Furthermore, I had to get used to the fact that no one tells you what is going on (if you are with someone in town they won't tell you where you are going you have to ask every detail to get information about what will be happening) as well as to the extended family structures which also include that I did not only sleep at Muungoni, but was dropped at a cousins place to stay the night without having known about it before. Staying at a stranger's house without even giving the person something for it was quite bewildering for me in the beginning but I soon got used to it and accepted it as part of their culture. It is also very difficult to arrange meeting there since usually people are not on time or do not show up at all. Further, you can not plan things properly yourself since for example you never know how long a Dalladalla ride will take or when the next Dalladalla is actually coming. Hence, there are a couple of things which were quite shocking or unexpected for me, but I soon became used to the ways things work there.
School and teaching in Muungoni
Muungoni school is a private Muslim school where 15 teacher are working and which was built in
2008. When I was teaching there, there were four different classes: Nursery I + II (about 5-7 years
The nursery schoolbuilding The schoolbuilding for Standard I + II
old) and Standard I + II (about 7-8 years old). School starts at 8 am and is finished at 4 pm, during that time the children are provided with breakfast (breakfast break from 10-10.30) and lunch (break from 12.30-14.00). One lesson lasts 40 minutes, or sometimes 80 minutes. In contrast to most other schools, the days off, and therefore weekend is Thursday and Friday.
Classroom Nursery I Classroom Standard I
The teachers are all really friendly and try to integrate you. However, I had to face the problem that only one of them could speak a little bit of English and even she did often struggle to understand me. The other teachers tried to communicate with me in English as well, but since they only knew phrases learnt by heart like 'how are you', proper conversations weren't possible. Despite the low level of English, the school aims to teach all subjects in English which is also the reason why I was expected to also teach the teachers a little bit of English, which proved to be hard since I could only explain things with hands and feet. The teachers also tried to teach me some Kiswahili and after a while I knew quite many words and phrases but since I was lacking any knowledge about grammar, communication stayed pretty basic. Therefore, I would highly recommend everyone who goes to Muungoni to learn at least a bit of Kiswahili before going there.
The school kitchen Some pupils of Standard II
Teaching itself was quite different from Europe. The amount of hours I taught varied from day to day. When I wasn't teaching I was watching other teachers giving their lessons and made notes of what could be improved. Most of the time the teachers just came to me a couple of minutes before or even after the lesson started and told me that I should be teaching English now. Hence the lessons can not be planed properly. The children, however, have books which makes it quite easy to teach spontaneously. They also have exercise books and pencils, so writing down things and making notes is not a problem either. A big part of the teaching consists still of repeating phrases (usually all students together) and learning things by heart (the students learn no grammatical structures at all). Some teachers, however, already start to integrate pupils more in their lessons and ask them individually to answer questions. Nevertheless, it became obvious to me that the process towards a more open and student orientated teaching is slow and still in a quite early phase. When I was teaching I tried to show the teachers how they could integrate the pupils more in the lesson, for example through games. Although the pupils spoke nearly no English, communicating with them was quite easy, especially since there is usually at least one teacher in the classroom who always tried to explain what I meant if they understood it. Despite the big differences to the European education I, all in all, really enjoyed teaching the pupils at Muungoni school........
A teacher and me with some school children during sports lesson
Living in Muungoni
Living in Muungoni was quite nice. I was, like mentioned, welcomed warmly and everyone in the village greeted me. I felt very safe and in good hands in the community. I had my own little house.
The house at Zala Park from outside and inside
It is a small building with bedroom, living room and bathroom (shower and toilet are according to western standard, runing water is, however, only available every second day). Next to the house is Zala Park, a little park with reptiles which are in enclosures, so no reason to worry about them. Therefore, the house is in quite a nice, scenic neighbourhood. Unfortunately there was no electricity in my house, but I had the opportunity to charge my things at the neighbours' place and I was also given rechargeable torches so that I had light even after sunset in my house. My neighbour was also responsible to cook my food and provide me with meals three times a day. Breakfast usually consisted of Chapati or bread, lunch and dinner of rice (or bananas or cassava) and fish, sometimes chicken and fruits as well. Similar to the school nearly no one in the village speaks English which made it once more hard to communicate. While I was at Muungoni a guy called Ramadan worked as a tour guide at Zala Park. He spoke excellent English and therefore evolved into my contact person who I could address with all my questions and problems and who also helped me through translation to communicate with the inhabitants of the village. I was really glad that he was around, especially since Mohammed was, after showing me around the first couple of days, too busy and did mainly stay in town. Hence, I did not see him very often but I also could text him when I had
problems or questions and he tried to help me and figure something out. Same applied for my co- ordinators from World Unite. Nevertheless, it was nice to have someone around, especially since he was the only person I could properly talk to due to the language barriers.
Since I had two days off during week I could also undertake some trips like snorkelling, taking part in a spice tour and so on. Therefore, I did not only get an insight into the village I lived in but also the touristy bit of Zanzibar.
I really enjoyed staying in the little house next to Zala Park and felt comfortable and welcomed there. It is however, like mentioned above, in my opinion extremely important to know Kiswahili before going to Muungoni since it makes everything, especially integrating yourself in the community, so much easier. Nevertheless, living and teaching in Muungoni was doubtlessly one of the most intense, unique, informative, interesting and formative experiences I ever made and I can only recommend everyone to go there and make the same wonderful experiences I've made......