Beni truths

A few truths gleaned from daily life in Beni

It’s a good morning every day.  If you’re white and walk anywhere around Beni’s neighborhoods, you’ll be greeted “Goodt mawhrning!” and “How are you?” (with a distinct and sudden rise in the voice at you). All the kids in Beni know the first lesson in the school’s English curriculum, "Everyday greetings." Even if they are too young to be in school. It doesn’t matter whether it’s 6am, 12 noon, or 6pm. Every child between the age of 2 and 12 will holler out from across the road, “Goodt mawhrning! How are you?” Some afternoons I go through my little American tantrum and respond, “Good afternoon,” or “Good evening.” But it’s a futile exercise. The first lesson in any foreign language curriculum is greetings. And besides, what’s so bad about being reminded that regardless of the time of day or my own sassy irritation, that it really is a “Goodt mawhrning” for someone?

Out of peanut butter this morning!

The first piece of bread from the loaf really is the best. Even if it’s bread made that morning and bought in the Matonge Market at noon. 

If you think you know how your day is going to go, you don’t really. At 9am this past Monday I was named “deputy Rector” for a day, or two, or maybe three? With three members of the Management Committee out of the country (doing Ph.D. work) and the Rector out of town for a couple of days, I suddenly found myself with the responsibility of “keeping things going, administratively.” Surprise!

Preparation? No. Previous experience in higher education administration? No. Command of the French language? Definitely, NO. Full understanding of the policies, protocols, and procedures of running a Congolese university? No. Dressed appropriately for the role? No (at least not on Monday—it was “casual dress day” out of my closet, sleeveless shirt and skirt barely below the knees). Prepared to greet a visiting delegation from a Congolese NGO (whose name I still don’t know)? No. “Ja’m appelle Mary? Vous-appelez vous?” Thankfully, Kizito, master of all things PR, carried the conversation. (I wouldn’t blame him for something like, “Yes, please smile and be gracious to Mama Mary. She’s doing the best she can. She’s a pathetic representation of a Rector, but it’s all we’ve got today. Come back next week and you’ll meet the real thing.”)

But the buildings are still standing. No one has resigned. Students have been coming to class. And my UCBC colleagues have rolled with this punch, filled in the gaps of my ignorance, and laughed right along with me.

Best fries in the world

There’s nothing so bad that Gabby’s peanut butter or Mama Furaha’s fries can’t fix. I didn’t grow up in a family that depended on food for comfort. Why is it, though, when I’m stressed, fatigued, frustrated, sad, worried, _____ (yes, fill in the blank), I go to food? And here in Beni, it’s Gabby’s peanut butter, ground by hand from fresh peanuts (locally grown and organic) or Mama’s frites, hot and fresh out of the oil, crispy, golden and oh-so-perfect.

Just one of many

Goats are God’s good humor. How can you not smile at a goat or three or more? These wide-eyed, stiff-legged bumblers are Beni's dandelions. They show up everywhere they belong and don’t. And where yesterday day there were three, tomorrow there will be five new ones. You're supposed to hold them in some disdain and ignore them (or in the case of dandelions, pull them out). But, truth be told, goats are curious little critters in all color combinations--speckled black and white, brown with black markings, grey and dappled. Four-month-old kids butt heads in a show of bravado, reminiscent of high school football players chest-bumping after a touchdown. Does trot down the road, ahead of their petulant, bleating youngsters. Every morning there is the “Marco-Polo” call of kids who have just realized that breakfast just trotted off the compound. And each evening the  "Marco-Polo" game repeats as mama goats head home and their youngsters scramble to keep up.

Baby basil

There is always a surprise in the Beni Cracker-Jack box. And they are there for a reason. To remind me to smile at the daily joys in life and laugh at my own too-serious antics to maintain what? A semblance of order? Control? One from yesterday: A tiny sprout of basil growing in a crack in the pavement. I had dead-headed the basil plants a few days ago and thoughtlessly crumbled the flower heads. And now, a cute sprout takes advantage of Congo's great growing power.

Voila!

Good Noise Down the Hall

Ryan (L) and Wilfred (R) listen
as students work through sceanrios

It's Saturday. I'm here at school, working away. Communications students are taking exams. An English class is handing in papers. Wilfred Mushagalusha, UCBC's Applied Sciences professor, is hosting a special seminar for his students. All of a sudden there is great rumbling of voices echoing down the hall. It's the sound of students. That healthy, loud buzz of work and discussion, and excitement.

I grab my camera and pop into Wilfred's class. Ryan Metcalf, Macintosh support specialist at Wheaton College (and potential long-term volunteer/International Staff person here at UCBC), is leading a seminar on "Customer Service and Computer Support." As part of the teaching, Ryan has put together scenarios for students to work through in pairs. One person is the user; the other is the customer service/support person. For example:

• User wants to connect to the Internet, but knows very little about how to do so or how to navigate the browser. The user is frustrated. The customer service/support person has to use common language, demonstrate calmness, and ask questions to deduce the problem, then gently guide the user through the necessary steps....all the while exhibiting good customer service skills.
• User's computer is running slowly. The customer service/support person needs to problem solve, with the user, who knows nothing about de-fragging or other potential sources of the problem. The solution to the problem is that the computer needs to be de-fragged.

And that's what the noise is about.

What fun to look inside and see students talking excitedly with each other, working through the real-life scenarios drawn from real-life experiences.

Another volunteer here right now, Joost Hartog, said that he's noticed that UCBC faculty and students are different from other Congolese he's met and worked with. "They think. They try to problem-solve. It's a different mentality than I've experienced."

Forget the bad news that comes out of Congo. There is plenty of good news here! There is good teaching. There is good thinking. There is skill-building. There is a desire to serve and strengthen communities. There are sounds of life and learning! The noise and the news are good!

A New Owner’s Guide to Beagles. NOT

Part of the vision for UCBC is that students and faculty will be leaders in their fields. They will engage in deep research and imagine and promote new solutions to age-old challenges. They will participate with colleagues across the continent and the globe. They will be 21^st Century learners and educators.

There are some gaps we need to fill in order to get there, though.

To begin with, most of our students lack basic knowledge and skills to use a library’s resources, including searching, evaluating, and choosing resources (print and digital). Many faculty lack the knowledge and skills also. The reason? The prevailing system of education in Congo is one based on transmission of information from teacher to student via lecture. Libraries are either non-existent or boxes of cast-off books from well-meaning westerners.

Second, will need to develop our library. Admittedly, the UCBC library is in better shape than many of its peers. We have a designated room where there are books, computers, shelves, and desks. We have two staff designated to serve as librarians, eager to learn and become professional librarians. They need that training.

Calling all Congolese beagle-owners

We have books, maybe 1000-1500. The majority are remnants of garage sales. There are probably as many Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele novels as there are books algebra, Congolese history, and sociology texts. A New Owner's Guide to Beagles, Chicken Soup for the Busy Mother, and the Boxcar Children might as well be written in Sanskrit, for all they have to offer our students and faculty. There are books from well-intentioned teachers and academics who have cleared out their own libraries, and some kind donations from a couple of colleges and churches. Thanks to the efforts of some international staff and visitors who want to help build up the library, we also have a handful of new and appropriate titles, including French and English dictionaries!

Our staff record and organize books according to general themes, but the library lacks a cataloguing system.

Then there is the challenge of access to digital resources. Current internet speed is limited—less than 1/20^th the speed of the connection speed in the average US household. For students and faculty who rely on one of UCBC’s computers, the window of opportunity to get online is limited to 8:30am-noon and 1:00-4:30, Monday-Friday.

But rather than worry about what we don’t have, we look at what we do have.

First we have students and faculty with a desire to learn and an eagerness to fully engage in the world of academic and intellectual pursuit. One of our library staff, anticipating the arrival of Joost Hartog, an ICT and computer skills instructor, approached me to set up his schedule for the week. He wanted to be sure to block out time to work with Joost and take advantage of his presence. “I want to be a professional. I want to learn how to help our students research and use the computer.”

Lwanzo unpacking new donations

Second, we have designated space for our library. From the beginning, the UCBC leadership committed to developing a library for the university. It was Dr. Kasali, Rector of UCBC, who corrected the Minister of Education about the role of libraries in education. When David went to register UCBC in Kinshasa, the Minister said,  “To have a good university you need land, buildings, students, and teachers.” David responded, “You also need a good library.”

Third, we have new friends and resources who advise us. Engineering Ministries International East Africa (eMi) has is developing a plan for our power needs. The plan will facilitate wise decision-making as to construction and how to build out our power systems in an organized, financially-responsible manner.  We have new friends in the Netherlands who are helping us connect to resources for skill-building for faculty, staff, and students (computer skills, ICT, information literacy, and librarianship training). Chief among them are friends from the Royal Tropical Institute (KIT), Henk van Dam and African Jumanne, and Helen Boelens of the European Network for School Librariesand Information Literacy (ENSIL).

Some of our better titles

Fourth, we have a couple of grant proposals, including one recently submitted to the Zimmer Family Foundation, entitled “EQUIP Project: Creating a Quality University Library for Université Chrétienne Bilingue du Congo (UCBC).” Thanks go to Cullen Rodgers-Gates, Director of US Operations of CI, and Howard Brown, member of the Board of US Operations of CI. A major part of the grant is training for library staff and UCBC faculty in information literacy and ICT skills, so they can then teach their students by integrating this instruction into their curriculum. The grant also provides for librarianship training for our library staff, and improving the library’s resources (e.g., new books appropriate to a university library. Thanks to Henk and Helen for their assistance in writing the proposal. 

Our vision that UCBC students and faculty be fully engaged as 21^st Century learners and scholars may be bold. But we are on our way!

A Reading from Ash Wednesday: Psalm 103

One of readings for Ash Wednesday was Psalm 103, which begins and ends with, "Bless the Lord, O my soul." 

Some thoughts:

“As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him. For he knows how we were made; he remembers that we are dust.” vs. 13-14.

I remembered a photo of my father holding my week-old son. Dad, who was uncomfortable holding babies, fearful he’d hurt or drop them, is deep in thought, prayer, exhaustion, lament, worry, intercession. Carl is sound asleep on his shoulder. What should have been a moment of great joy was one of anxiety, as my parents were reeling from the news that my marriage was disintegrating. The photo captures my dad's concern and compassion. 

This is my picture of God, the father, who “has compassion on his children.” God the father who loves, groans for us, weeps for us, yearns for our well-being.

God forgives, heals, redeems, crowns with love and mercy, satisfies and renews.
There's a progression here in this first part of the Psalm (vs. 1-5). God forgives us for our sins, our acts of disobedience, our behavior toward each other and toward creation. He heals. We need healing from our wounds—wounds that we inflict on others, wounds we inflict on ourselves, wounds we inflict on creation. It is not enough to be forgiven. We must also be healed from the trauma. God redeems. God makes anew, recreates, raises up out of the ashes. Transforms hearts, minds. Anoints us. Takes what was damaged and makes something new—something we couldn’t have imagined. Crowns with love and mercy. Gives us what we need to move forward, to serve again and anew. God gives us the gifts of love and mercy to share with others. Satisfies and renews. What more to say?

God is just and mighty. God is tender and compassionate.
This second section of the Psalm (vs. 6-14) begins with image of the mighty, just and righteous—the God of great power, authority, integrity. The God on high. But it concludes with the image of the tender, compassionate father—the parent who knows the child—knows the circumstances of the child’s conception, birth, and family. The picture is of the father who knows intimately who and why the child is as she is. This father does not judge, but loves and is full of compassion.

But there is something else. Verse 6 says, "The Lord works vindication and justice for all who are oppressed." God is merciful. He vindicates the oppressed. He brings justice. But then the section continues to recount God’s mercy and grace. God does not hold his anger. "The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. He will not always accuse, nor will he keep his anger forever. He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities." This includes the oppressor. 

What a slap upside my self-righteous head! I had been on the cheering squad in verse 6, “Yeah, God! Free the oppressed! Bring justice!” But then the Psalm spins me around and reminds me that once God brings justice, God then “forgives, heals, redeems, crowns, and satisfies.” Yes, God has compassion even on the perpetrator. The oppressor is one of “his children” too.

And to be honest, I perpetrate, oppress, and harm. I may not knowingly enslave another human being. But my buying preferences, my desire for “affordable” (read: “cheap”) goods may fuel a business built on human slavery. The newest piece of technology I buy was most likely assembled in a factory of inhumane working conditions. And how do I harm or oppress people in my daily life? What attitudes do I harbor? What words do I use? God forgives, heals, redeems, crowns, and satisfies me. Again.

Verses 15-18 is a bit distant. It's written in the 3rd person

As if we need to step outside a bit and look more analytically? Speaks about "mere mortals," and "those who fear" God. The section before used 1st person: God "removes our transgressions from us," and "knows how we were made." But now it's 3rd person. We step back a bit. And the writer uses simile. Mortals "are like grass; they flourish like a flower." But God's love is "steadfast." Still love. Still everlasting.

We are called to join the rest of creation--that part of creation that does God's bidding.
At the end, verses 19-22, we come back around a call to bless God. First there is the call to the angels, hosts, ministers—the heavenly bodies ("Bless the Lord, O you his angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding") and creation ("Bless the Lord, all his works, in all places"). This is a great chorus of creation and angels and mighty ones—all that God created during the first 5 days. This is all of creation that follows God’s precepts. It’s we human beings, we mortals who break the laws, disturb the order, insist on our way, who need to be reminded to bless the Lord. Everything else in creation does what God has ordained.

And then the bookend: "Bless the Lord, O my soul." I am part of this wonder that is creation. I am one of many. One of an entire universe. And God knows me.

I'm needing that reminder these days. "Bless the Lord, O my soul." In everything, in every way. For God forgives me, heals me, redeems my life and my choices and my actions, gives me the benefits and gifts of love and mercy, and satisfies me "with good." 

A holy cycle.

Moving

A bit of levity.

The Great Blue Gate

Something interesting passed by our bright blue gate this morning.
The gate is a heavy metal thing that clangs and squeaks and stands about 9-10 feel tall.

While I was enjoying the last cup of coffee, I noticed a chunk of sheet metal passing just above the top line of the gate. It looked like a roof or side of a building.

Movers take a few minutes to rest

Curiosity demanded that I check it out.

Opening the gate, I was surprised to see a group of 8 or 9 men carrying one of Beni's ubiquitous, roadside stores down the road.

Don't like the local customer base? Pick up and move!

A Public Apology

Mama Odette and Mama Furaha are patient, kind, loving, talented women. They are the two women who prepare meals, clean the house, and wash laundry for those of us who live in the international staff house here in Beni. They build the charcoal fire each day, sift the rice, sort beans, clean hulls off the peanuts. Mama Furaha cuts, chops, and cooks delicious meals of greens, rice, beans, samosas, stews, chicken, and meat. Mama Odette sits on a low stool and hand washes our clothes in a bucket. With a charcoal-heated iron, she presses shirts and blouses, dresses and skirts. Both Mama Odette and Mama Furaha welcome guests with generous hospitality. They coach me as I struggle with Swahili. They are patient when I butcher the language and struggle to form the simplest sentences. 

Yesterday in conversation I said, “Our mamas.” The words fell out of my mouth before I realized their message. It was too late.  How could I have stooped to that? “Our mamas,” as if they somehow “belonged” to those of us who live at the house? They are sisters in Christ. They are teachers here in this place. They are God's blessing.

I am sorry, Mama Furaha. I am sorry, Mama Odette. Forgive me.

Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord have mercy.

A few thoughts from the week

Humility. Seems like the week has been full of lessons on humility.

• Listen first and talk only when asked. 
• There is wisdom in the silence. 
• There is wisdom in the apparent confusion. 
• There is something to learn when I'm least willing to learn. 
• Suit up and show up, even if I don't feel like it. 
• God does provide. 
• And, as my daughters remind me whenever they have the patience to run with me, and I'm exhausted and am ready to quit, 'This is where the work gets done.'"

Learning a new language is difficult. One of my 6-month goals is to develop basic fluency (competency?) in French and Swahili. On one hand, there could be no better opportunity. UCBC students and staff are French speakers, and Swahili is the language of everyday life. I have books, home-made flashcards, notes from impromptu lessons in the hallway. At home Mama Furaha, Mama Odette, and Papa Gabby are solicitous and patient as I ask for the fifth time, "Una sema wash dishes au Swahili?" ("How do you say wash dishes in Swahili?"). I try to give at least an hour each day to focused study. Mama Honoré (Decky) is the kindest, most competent French teacher. But an hour after study, it's all I can do to keep from melting in frustration and disappointment at my slow progress. Everyone is kind and patient. Colleagues' and students encourage me with, "Courage!" and "Ça vas venir." But progress is not at the speed I want or that I think I should have. Hmmm....humility again?



"Go to your Congolese sisters and brothers." When I came to Beni in 2010, Paul Robinson said that there would be a time (or times) when I'd feel like I was "hitting the wall"--when things would feel stuck, difficult, maybe even unbearable. "When that happens, go to your Congolese sisters and brothers." It was valuable counsel on several occasions over those months. It's advice that helped this week.
It was all I could do to keep from crying Thursday morning. Frustration with learning French and Swahili, being overwhelmed with the work that needs to be done, still trying to "put on my sea legs" (it's taken me the last two weeks to even find them!), acclimating to the "reality that is life in Congo" (David Kasali's words)... So, when Decky sat down to begin French lesson and asked, "Comment ça vas?" the tears began.
"How do you do it? How do Honoré and Manassé and Daniel and David do it? The work is so big."

Before answering, Decky offered the gift of quiet comfort. After several minutes of silence she explained how she has discovered solace in the act of giving thanks for the difficulties. We prayed. It was time for French. I was ready.


A Garden of Delights

A glimpse of "home"

Congo is full of surprises. This week during an evening walk, a school boy joined Dick, Ann, and me for a bit and practiced his English. “I am a boy. He is a man. We are walking.” After about three minutes he waved, “I have arrived,” and turned down a corner.

Nyumba Tunmaini (sp? Still learning!), the house that CI currently rents for international staff, is a newly built structure with interesting, locally-appreciated design features. The exterior is graced with large swirls of turquoise plaster. There is a street light of 5 tulip-shaped bulbs in 4 colors. Instead of a yard or garden, there is substantial “hardscape.” But in a narrow strip of hard dirt, against a cement wall, a banana tree flourishes. Its cluster of fruit steady and ripening in its course.

Bathroom shelving (do you see the soap, too?)

Abu Bakar, the night guard, uses the banana tree as storage   for his toiletries.