Never would I predicted or would have seen it coming that my
goodwill of offering 16 sport balls to my village as a friendship gift turned
out to be a fiasco where greed and shortsightedness in all its glory ensued. This
is a true recount of what happened to me in my village.
***Names of people have been changed to protect their
identity***
I- Peace Corps Volunteer, the benefactor
Abe- the scapegoat, innocent and trustworthy friend, teacher
and would-be-counterpart who unfortunately got the bad rap and the victim of
threats and accusation
Maria- Abe’s colleague, a friend and who was mentioned in
the accusation along with Abe
Machiavelli- the antagonist, the soccer coach whose greed
and shortsightedness started the soccer ball fiasco
Minions- Machiavelli’s 4 teams of young soccer players in
their 20’s, vijana (Swahili for youth)
The Muppet Show- village government leaders
The Motley Crue- The Muppet Show, Machiavelli, and Minions
Hermes- an important good friend who is temporarily living
and working in the village, a soccer player and my messenger
Joe- a friend, counterpart, also a soccer player/referee who
replaced Abe as my counterpart as a result of pressure from The Motley Crue
Mack- a teacher
Doll Face- the sweetest and considerate friend, sister of
Machiavelli
House girl- my house girl
Matt and Ben- my two young good looking educated friends who
come visits me from a nearby village,
soccer players from a different village
I was told by Machiavelli and Hermes, that there are 6 soccer
teams made up from one of the 6 streets or sub villages. I decided to give 2
balls to each of the 6 teams and 2 schools making a total of 16 balls total.
After I have purchased the soccer balls, Machiavelli wasn’t
exactly truthful and may have tried to nab more balls than necessary from me. Disappointedly,
Hermes didn’t accurately inform me either of the exact number of teams. It was
only at the soccer ball distribution to the soccer team captains at a village
meeting that right there and then, I found out there are only 4 teams and not 6
as originally told to me. The coach wanted the extra 4 balls to be given as
prizes to the winning teams at the end of their match on March 6. When I knew
of this plan, I was not pleased but agreed given I was already giving balls out
in front of everyone and I just went with the flow, trusting those around me. I’m basically kind of stuck now…
Shortly, someone apprised me that Machiavelli wanted to give
out the 4 last balls as prizes for winning teams because his team, named
“Poison” was the best and naturally, that meant his team would receive more
balls. Upon learning this, I told Machiavelli via Hermes that I would prefer if
the balls were again evenly distributed and not given to winning teams. He
agreed so it was decided that on March 6, I would be handing out the remaining
4 balls on the last important match.
After I gave out the 8 balls to the 4 soccer teams, I also
gave out the 4 balls to the village’s 2 primary schools. There was a formal
lining up of students where the head teachers made a speech in front of them
and then….drum roll….I give the 2 soccer balls to one boy and one girl….then
claps and cheers…photo op and then more blah blah, blah in Swahili…and Wendy is all that plus a bag of chip. My
speech in Swahili consisted of a sentence or two basically expressing, “I’m happy to give you guys balls, have fun
kiddies!” However, my presentation at a big soccer match where the Motley
Crue were in attendance was more elaborate. The purpose of my presence was so
that all soccer teams could acknowledge my gifts to them. I expressed that
being engaged in a fun and wholesome recreation is not only healthy and keeping
busy but stave off unhealthy activities such as drinking, substance abuse and
unprotected sex (HIV rate is one of the highest in my region).
Afterwards, someone asked me what about the ladies? I’ve
given balls to men and children, but how about the women? I realized that was a
great point. I decided immediately that the right thing to do is to exchange
the last remaining 4 soccer balls to different sport balls where ladies can partake.
I went to Abe, my trusted friend and chosen counterpart, to ask his opinion
about exchanging balls and the new idea. He agreed that was a great idea and I
asked him about exchange and refund policy in Tanzania. We both go next door to
Maria’s house and discussed further since she is the person in charge of the netball,
a sports ladies played, which is now a pathetic ratty torn up ball. It’s agreed
that Abe and I will go into town to exchange the 4 soccer balls to 2 netballs,
1 volleyball and I’ll supplement more money to buy a volleyball net. I
believed this was an excellent idea and use of the last 4 remaining balls in my
possession as this not only supports gender equality, but a variety of different
sports now available to the entire community where even men can enjoy.
One morning, Abe and I traveled into town to exchange the soccer
balls. The new items would be available for pick up at a future date, so we
left the 4 soccer balls at the store and Abe would return by himself later since
I would be out of town for further Peace Corps training.
I tell my good friend, Hermes, about my change of plan and he
concurred with my reasoning. I asked him to inform Machiavelli since he knows
where he lives and can communicate fluently in Swahili. I knew he wouldn’t be
thrilled but believed wholeheartedly that he would understand and agree that
this was fair, reasonable, and a benefit to all since soccer players now have
extra sports to play if they wished. This was gender equality, different
recreational activity available, and total fairness. I was hoping that they would be grateful and satisfied for the
already 8 balls they’ve received. I asked Hermes to promise me to give a speech
to the minions on my behalf since the day of the last soccer match where I was
to speak and give out the balls was the same day I was to leave my village for
Peace Corps In Service Training in the town of Bagamoyo, a long journey from my
district. Unbeknownst to me, it’s only later that this change of idea with the
soccer balls created an uproar and total drama rama within my village, hence
the soccer ball soap opera.
During In Service Training, Abe, my counterpart whom I have
invited to training, canceled at the last minute claiming there was an
emergency and that he was not able to attend so Joe was sent to replace him. When
Joe arrived in Bagamoyo, I asked what happened to Abe? He claimed ignorant. Hmmm….in a rural village where everybody knows
everybody’s business, especially if he is a replacement…he doesn’t know?
Poppycock! I figured I’d get the lowdown upon my return.
After trainings, I return to my village. Abe tells me “something
terrible, very terrible had happened! I’ll tell you later.” I am
wondering who died or was someone hurt? Finally, this was Abe’s story:
One day at the soccer field, minions were shouting, accusing and threatening Abe who was inside
his house located next to the field, that they won’t let him out of his home
and will throw rocks at his house if he doesn’t give the soccer teams their last
4 soccer balls. They accused him and Maria for changing my mind. They
believed it was Abe who persuaded me in the new idea in where they now lost 4
soccer balls. The soccer players were extremely angry with him. Out of fear, he
remained inside his house with his wife and two young sons. The leader of The
Muppet Show, trying to placate the possibly violent minions, appeased the riot by
telling them they would receive their 4 soccer balls. The Muppet Show, Machiavelli and the minions all claimed that Abe
had no right to do go training in Bagamoyo with me. They forbade him to go. Their
reasoning was that as a teacher, he is not a suitable fit. He can not leave and
must stay in the village to teach. They chose Joe instead, who had been the
counterpart for past Peace Corps Volunteers. (The reason I did not chose Joe is
because after previous PCVs returned home to USA, Joe did nothing in terms of
continuing to teach or train others in the village) One ridiculous Muppet called
Abe telling him that if I’m not agreeable, I can not work or teach in the
village anymore. I almost choked on the ugali
I was eating for lunch with Abe upon hearing him uttering these incredulous
words. (Are you serious Mr. vice chairman
of a primary school? You are kidding me, right? Aside from health topics, I am
volunteering to teach extra subjects that are not part of my duty as a Peace
Corps Volunteer and assisting in community development and you’re threatening
me that I can’t work?) Abe told this Muppet that The Motley Crue are fools
for being short sighted and having “no vision.”
When Machiavelli
found out from Hermes my change of plan, this angered him and he manipulated
his minions in believing it was Abe’s idea. When Hermes saw how
Machiavelli reacted, he shrunk into his snail shell and decided not to give my
speech at the end of the soccer match on March 6. Basically, he was scared and
reneged on his promise to inform my change of plan and the good reasons behind
it. I don’t blame him at the end of the day because this was ultimately was my
responsibility and not his.
Feeling pressured and forced from The Motley Crue, Abe
reluctantly returned to town and picked up the original 4 soccer balls and gave
it all to Machiavelli and his minions. Not all the apples are rotten; some vijana did apologize to Abe about the
position he was in and disclosed that it was Machiavelli pressuring them to
make a big stink. The majority of minions were greedy and wanted to punish Abe.
Honest Abe felt that it’s possible that many people may feel envious of him
being asked to go to training with me since there may be goodies to be had and
why he has contact with the foreigner.
He already has a salary as a teacher so he doesn’t need the extra fringe
benefit. Joe has no work and is a youth like them so he may receive more
sympathy since they may be from the same position.
After returning from training, I would indirectly ask people
I am close to what was new during my absence and what happened to Abe that Joe
was his replacement. I already had the lowdown of the incident but I wanted to
see who had the balls (Ha ha…get it, get
it? Pun totally intended!) to tell me the truth. To my dismay, everyone
kept quiet. I asked Doll Face and House girl and they gave me the duh…I don’t know anything look. I think
to myself that they are D actresses (D for dumb) and I’m playing with amateurs
here. I was most disappointed in Hermes. Joe was uncool too. They both kept
quiet. The Muppet Show told everyone to
be silent and keep the incident and the whereabouts of the soccer balls from
me. Ssshh….it’s a secret! We can’t let her know. I wonder about the IQ of the villagers. Would I not ask about the new
balls and volleyball net? Am I not to wonder why Abe didn’t come? Am I to
believe that Joe really had no idea why he was the replacement? I know I’m a middle-aged
woman with a lot of white hair, but for the love of God and ugali, I don’t have
dementia or Alzheimer yet!!! Am I Jim
Carrey from the movie “The Truman Show”? Everyone around me is an actor and I’m
the main character clueless at being played at.
OKAY, HERE IS WHERE THE STORY STARTS TO GET INTERESTING.
I approach the Muppet leader requesting a village meeting
with the village committee and asked Machiavelli to attend. Muppet leader tells
me that I should prepare a speech. I said, okay. It’s set, Saturday at 9AM. I
tell Joe about the village meeting I have just set up and I need him to come
translate, as we will be sharing with the village what we plan to do now after
training.
I texted Matt asking if he can come visit me on Saturday
instead of Sunday as I may need his help in translation for a speech I may
prepare. I never received a reply. In
passing, I told Hermes I will be speaking at a village meeting. I sense nervousness
as he asked me what I would be talking about. Casually, I answered that I’ll be
sharing about community projects I’ll be assisting and that my training with
Joe was successful.
On Saturday, I received an email from Ben saying he will
come see me. (He and I play cat and mouse as he is always trying to come visit
me) I thought if he comes and Matt comes too, not a bad idea as I can shoot two
birds with one stone. This will be Ben’s first visit. I met both of these young
dudes in their 20’s at my village’s soccer match. Maybe they know each other. At
9 AM, the village committee hasn’t arrived and I’m still waiting. To my
surprise and total delight, I see Matt and Ben arriving together at my house on
their bicycles! My thoughts: 1) Okay, great! You two know each other…fantastic!
2) You guys dressed real cute today 3) Aw…how sweet...you guys trekked an hour
on your bikes to come see me 4) You will be my translator if things don’t work
out as I planned. I welcomed Matt and Ben into my home and told them the scoop
of the soccer ball fiasco. I invited them to attend the meeting if they’re ever
so interested.
Two and a half hours later, at 11:30AM, (Typical of village
life and meeting, everything is always late) finally Joe comes to my house and
tells me that everyone has finally arrived and the meeting will now take place…
it’s on.
IT’S SHOWTIME, Folks…!
I walked out of my house and surprised to see many people
sitting outside. The meeting was not inside the village office as usual but in
front of it where people sat on the ground and a table and some benches were
set for village officials and myself.
I sat next to the Muppet leader. The village meeting
commenced. Muppet leader spoke and finally introduced me to speak. I began my surprise
attack:
I made 3 key points:
1.
Trainings with Joe in Bagamoyo and Dodoma were
successful. We are excited and looking forward to teach health topics to
students and community members.
2.
The following are community projects we feel are
priority for the village. Blah, blah, blah…
3.
In order to successfully and effectively
mutually work together, there must be elements of respect, trust and
cooperation. Unfortunately, some village members have not shown me these;
therefore, I can not work in community development but will continue to teach
health as that is my primary role as a Peace Corps Volunteer.
BAM…THIS IS A SCENE FROM A MOVIE WHERE I SURPRISE EVERYONE
WITH MY UNEXPECTED CONFRONTATION OF WHAT I KNOW AND ITS RAMIFICATION. EVERYONE
THINKS I’M CLUELESS AND THEY’RE SURPRISED TO HEAR WHAT I HAD TO SAY. TO MY
LUCK, EVERYONE I WANTED TO ATTEND WERE ALL PRESENT: VILLAGE FOUNDER, HERMES,
JOE, MARIA, THE MUPPET SHOW, MACHIAVELLI, PESA MBILI, HEAD MASTER, AN AUDIENCE
OF THE VILLAGERS, ETC.
Joe was so shocked that he began to stutter in translation
as I caught him completely off guard…along with everyone else at the meeting. I
say to him firmly several times “Just translate what I’m saying!” He was
obedient and translated. At the end of the day, he always supported my idea and I never gave away that it was him who
gave me the idea of changing the balls. I protected him. The minions
would plunder him if they knew it was one of their own.
I tell the entire village that I need to clear Abe’s good
name. It was unfair and totally not true that Abe and Maria persuaded me in
exchanging the balls. I only approached them for counsel. (By punishing Abe to
not go to training is a disservice to the village since he is a teacher who has
the perfect platform to reach his audience of students. In addition, he can
train fellow teachers.)
I am extremely disappointed that the village government (The
Muppet Show) and the soccer coach (Machiavelli) had so poorly handled the
situation and what a terrible example to the soccer players, the youth
(minions). They failed to see what the outcome is for all involved.
My reasoning for changing the balls is to give women an
opportunity to play a recreational sport and also give the community other
activity aside from just soccer. This is gender equality and perhaps you may be
sabotaging your sister, mama, girlfriend, wife, and friend…of having something
fun and healthy to do. In life, you have to be flexible and be accepting of
change if it is for the better. This is a positive change.
The soccer players already have a total of 8 soccer balls,
let’s not be greedy and want 4 more. Give others something else to play with. Sharing
is a good thing. Be grateful for whatever you have already.
The million dollars question was why didn’t someone propose
to wait for my return to settle the balls? Sadly, there is no role model to
show the proper way to handle this very simple situation. The behind the back
activity, keeping silence, threats, accusations, and manipulations were all
terrible examples to the youths. This was ineffective and impotent government
leadership at its finest.
As I presented my case, everyone attentively listened. I
imagine that The Muppet Show and Machiavelli sitting next and in front of me
must be utterly dumbfounded, as they were not expecting this. I feel that they
totally deserved this in-your-face style of confrontation since they went
behind my back and never extended the courtesy of waiting for my return to
discuss how to handle the soccer balls. Instead, they bullied and tried to keep
the entire incident a secret from me. This is further demonstration of how feeble
leadership exists in our village. The Muppet Show and Machiavelli deserved this
public showdown. They never said a word during the meeting. After I was done
with my “speech”, the village continued with their meeting. I left them to go
attend to Matt and Ben whom I discovered were eavesdropping outside my house so
that nobody can see them. They thought what I said was excellent, Joe
translated well, and a woman sitting at the meeting didn’t know there were
suppose to be balls for ladies and wanted them. .
After Matt and Ben left my house, I went to Doll Face’s
shack store where one ridiculous Muppet was sitting inside. Just to proof that
I am not resentful or angry with anyone, I entered the store and bought peanuts
where I shared with all. This Muppet was not at the meeting but obviously he
knew what happened and we tried to talk as my Swahili sucks and his English
non-existent. He tells me that Abe is not a good person to go to training with
me because as a teacher, the government may transfer him elsewhere in the
future. Yet again, this Muppet strikes again with his completely ludicrous
reasoning. Anybody besides teachers can always move or die. He is punishing Abe
and was from the beginning extremely keen on the idea of me giving soccer balls
to the village. The Muppet leader enters the store with a bottle of beer in his
hand. I smiled and greeted him. He asked if I drink beer. I said yes but only
if he plans to drink the beer now that I would join him for camaraderie but I
will decline if he bought me a beer and we didn’t drink together. He said that
he was tired and will go home to drink the beer so I said okay, we’ll drink a
beer tomorrow, Sunday and he agreed. That
never happened.
Monday morning, I received a phone call from Peace Corps
asking me when I had a village meeting and what I talked about. Seriously?!? The Muppet leader called Peace
Corps! I explained everything to my boss. After I finished the phone call,
Joe comes to meet me as were to teach primary school students about malaria. I
told Joe what happened and he couldn’t believe the stupidity of this Muppet.
The Muppet leader essentially may have shot himself in the foot. Mack joined in
our conversation and decided we should go to the head teacher of the other
primary school and they all should ask the Muppet leader what he told Peace
Corps. We are now sitting in the office of the head teacher with Abe, Joe, Mack
and me. I explained the possible consequence of contacting Peace Corps.
Depending on what Muppet leader says, I may be removed from this village if
Peace Corps felt this situation may become a safety and security issue. Nobody can believe that The Muppet Show is
making a big deal out of nothing. He
wanted my boss to come to our village and talk to me. I returned home while
they sort out a meeting amongst themselves. Later on my Peace Corps boss
finally speaks to Joe to get the lowdown from him. After that, I spoke to my
boss to confirm that we shall settle it amongst ourselves and that this is nothing
serious to warrant any concern or his having travel 12 hours by car to come
talk to us. True to the situation, Peace Corps also questions the ability to
work with a village if their Muppet leader is calling Peace Corps over soccer
balls! My boss was very surprised and found it incredulous that he had been
contacted about some petty soccer balls. Muppet leader asked my boss to come to
my village to calm me down. Huh? Calm me
down?…I proposed we drink beer on Sunday, I’m good, dude!
Since then, there have been two village meetings where The
Muppet Show discussed the soccer ball soap opera. I was never invited; hence, I
was never aware of what truly was going on. I suspect it’s just conversation
with no real action of resolution or attempting to make a satisfactory closure.
Abe texted me asking to meet him to discuss the soccer ball
soap opera. He asked me for a favor. I didn’t dig the tone of what’s to come,
so I said, “it depends.” He tells me that I should verbally tell the The Muppet
Show that I agree in getting a microscope (Muppet Show felt microscope took
precedent over a school library) for the village as a priority instead of
building a library, which is something Abe and I feel extremely strong about
being it is obviously the first priority. He tells me my agreement is to
placate them but I don’t have to do anything. I tell him this plan makes no
sense. I am here to work and assist in development. I can’t come and pretend to
work but really not working.
Long story short, without me, there had been more meetings
and a reasonable conclusion was elusive. Abe tried to keep a low profile and outwardly,
Motley Crue and I are all smiley faces. Peace Corps contacted me again and I
told them I would work it out with the Muppet Show and that all will be fine. The
Muppet leader had communicated with both Peace Corps and our district
supervisor requesting they come out to site to talk to me, again! (This may possibly be the Muppet’s attempt to
make me look bad. He must be a complete fool because what do I have to lose?
His village has more to gain from my presence than me staying there) Peace
Corps and our district supervisor of our region told the Muppet leader
essentially he needed to get his act together or otherwise they’ll be removing
their Peace Corps Volunteer via a helicopter out of the village which means the
village just lost their “precious” (their word) volunteer, yours truly…moi! To
lose a Peace Corps Volunteer in a village would mean potential loss for many
things. This would be unfortunate for the community and fault would be directed
towards the stupidity and shortsightedness of The Muppet Show. Peace Corps and
our district supervisor basically scolded and slapped Muppet leader’s hand for
being a child. Nobody was going to travel all the way to my village to solve a rudimentary
problem. Soccer balls????
Couple months later, Muppet leaders, dollface (clueless as
to why she was asked to attend) Mack, Joe and I finally had a meeting in the
Muppets’ office. Hopefully, the objective was to successfully resolve all
issues and decide how to proceed in future collaborations. On my end, I
clarified that Abe is not to be accused for anything and then I first
acknowledged I should have told Machiavelli the new idea myself instead of
asking Hermes to inform them on my behalf. My second admission was respect should
have given to the Muppet leaders by coming forth with my newfound revelation
and expressed my disapproval instead of publicly calling them out. (I believe
my action was justified from their lack of regard for me, Abe, and the concept
of equitableness) As the meeting continued, I was terribly disappointed that
the Muppet leaders never once apologized, acknowledged, or intended to be
accountable for anything. Protecting their ego and faces took precedent than
having an honest exchange of what went wrong and how to make it right. They
offered no resolution or admission of any kind. I was so sad not for myself
that I was dealing with cowards, but how awfully unfortunate for the community
as a whole to have such a namby-pamby for a leader. This was straight up case of “hit
and run”. In disillusion, I realized this is their tactic: Do not admit
guilt or wrong doing, avoid recounting the past and lessons learned, offer no
solution or future cooperation, and shift the attention completely elsewhere. Basically,
they owned up to nothing; they pleaded the Fifth Amendment. In conclusion, I
expressed that I no longer am attached to the outcome of the balls and I have
no issue with anyone in the village and will happily continue to teach. I
mentioned nothing regarding my assisting in community development, as I need
the collaboration from the Muppets. How can I possibly work with people on community
projects when something this inconsequential and petty is holding us back? The
Muppets’ suggested I apologize to them in front of the minions at a future
village meeting. I offered a far more superior idea: Have the minions apologize
to me first and THEN I’ll apologize to the Muppet Show! Needless to say, this
never happened.
To this day, there is no conclusive ending or a satisfactory
closure. I continue to teach and finally initiated community projects as I feel
the community shouldn’t be punished for The Muppet’s lack of good judgment and
wisdom in governing. The Motley Crue and I continue our demeanor as if the
soccer ball fiasco never happened. Lastly, I’ve ascertained people’s innate
character and on the spectrum where their integrity and intelligence lie. In
retrospect, did I act rashly and did the confrontation serve a purpose? One may
surmise that it’s probably best to be unassertive and not stir conflict: Let
the innocent be blamed, not to disclose knowledge, allow dishonesty and bad
behavior and worst of all is not to hold people accountable for their
responsibility or irresponsibility. I completely disagree. I have no intention
of changing the ways of people. However, aside from establishing a boundary of
acceptable and unacceptable behavior with me, Joe had been completely impressed
and in total admiration for my courage
to speak up, uphold the truth, and insist on what is right and wrong. He told
me he was in awe of my strength. Wow,
and from a woman too! Perhaps, the whole village didn’t get it, but at the
end of the day, if it clearly impacted one single person in an inspiring light…I
think I have been successful, very successful. Not to be sanctimonious, but I
won’t be surprise if many in their heart of hearts agree and respect with what and
who I was defending and protecting. It’s always safer to be in the majority and
keep quiet. Nonetheless in life, we do need that one fearless person who is
willing to take a stand and create a voice for all. I’ll gladly volunteer. I am
a volunteer after all, am I not?