Makumera and Environment

We woke up with appointments with the registrar and the dean of research. So we took the matatu to the U, walked up the hill to the registrars office. It turned out we talked to the undergraduate registrar because the graduate registrar is sick. Then we hurried across the campus, did I mention that it is on a hill - I am getting my exercise, especially because I am carrying my back pack. Got to the Dean of Research's office and waited. She apologized when she got there, she had been working on taxes. Some things are universal!

Upshot is that I can apply there. My previous classes would probably be accepted, so there may be very little class work needed. Then my book on polygamy should be able to serve as the nucleus (or entire) dissertation. Both administrators immediately asked if I could teach there. I gave non-committal answers and took the application sheets with me. No decisions but a PHD would raise by salary at Jefferson College and fulfill a long-term desire - but I'm getting old.

Then as we ate lunch at the school cafeteria - chips and beef and red juice. We were meeting with Pastor Klovis and one of his friends, an American who with his wife is teaching music at the school ate with us. He invited us to music department program on Sunday - when we had to turn him down - return time was on Sunday, he invited us to Saturday afternoon dress rehersal - African dance and music mixed with western music.

We traveled with Pr Klovis to see his house and then visit a couple of his projects. One was a banana/coffee plantation where there would be 1 row of bananas interspersed with a row of coffee trees (from what I saw really bushes). They have four banana trunks growing at one time. when one fruits one cuts down the stalk to let another grow up. 18 months after planting they were obviously getting bananas at each planting location and I saw green coffee beans on several bushes. Over a little bit we ground pr Atungas millet into flour (cheaper here in Tanznia) and saw pr Klovis' plane for lumber. The man is a true entrepeneur.

We retired to Arusha city, where since it was early we took a walk through the market. I loved it. Everything for sale. Inside it resembles what we learned of as a bazaar. There were at least 4 kinds of beans and sunflower seeds in bags and open baskets. There many kinds of dried fish, including some about the size of anchovies. Listen to the hum of voices, not so much arguing about prices as just talking and enjoying life.