New Year, New Video: Portraits Of Tanzanian Villagers (And How They Reacted To Photography)

Happy New Year! Two-and-a-half years ago, while working at the school in the village of Magulilwa, Tanzania, a few townspeople warmed to the idea of having their picture taken. A couple of weeks later, I handed them their photographs. Now all of the villagers wanted one. Before I knew it, I became the village photographer,…
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The Spiritual Warzone At The African Church Service

Terrifying screams and cries of suffering and mass hysteria. This wasn’t what I imagined would happen in a church. But this wasn’t church as I was used to. It was a worship running the gamut from celebration and joy… …to the pits of spiritual and mental anguish: You will probably be disturbed by the descriptions…
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The Exorcism At The African Church Service

I heard a lot of yelling from across the street. I had been hearing it each weekend when trying to write on Sundays from the internet cafe in Iringa. I thought there was a political rally going on. It turned out to be a church. I crossed the dusty divided street to a warehouse-like space…
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Portraits Of Tanzanian Villagers

In Tanzania, there’s more to camera & firearm comparisons than the verb used to describe using them and the fact that I wear mine on my belt. Here, people react to a photographer by putting their arms and hands in front of their face in a blocking maneuver. Some turn away or use the nearby…
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A Hospital In Africa, A Toddler’s Life

A Tanzanian friend of mine had a sick niece in the hospital. I got to know this little child. One of my favorite places to get a meal in Iringa is an old, log cabin-like structure squeezed amidst a few buildings lining the rough-trodden tar street. Walk through the worn wooden threshold and you enter…
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Arrival To Zanzibar: Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire…and The Girls Bathroom

Over our school’s Easter break, I had planned on visiting a few rugged areas of southwest Tanzania—a huge lake, another city, and a colleague’s home village even more basic in luxury than Magulilwa. But by April, and following a stretch of electrical outages and days of rainy slop, I changed my mind. “That’s it.” I…
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Creeping Crawling Wildlife Of Tanzania

Quick. Name an animal in Tanzania. “Lion…uh…hippo…uh…rhino….elephant!” Yep, those are all here. But they’re not in this post. The stars today are the “icky”, the scaly, the smooth, the winged, the colorful, and the lovely. Hope you like creeping, crawly wildlife. I got a lot for you today. *** Before I arrived to East Africa,…
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Urban Africa 2: The City Jail

Oh we went to town last week. Taking the bus from my village, we first entered the outskirts of Ipigolo… …and then climbed to the hilltop city,  Iringa. Also wheel-like, Iringa has spokes in all directions. And today I show you some other interesting areas of this near-to-me, mid-sized African city including a residential neighborhood,…
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Urban Africa: Arrival To Iringa City Center

Our stuffed bus pulls up to the Iringa city bus station. Waiting men greet our arrival, so eager to take you for a ride in their taxi that some even hop aboard before anyone has a chance to get off. “Dodoma!”, “Dar es Salaam!”, “Mbeya!” the different men state loudly hoping someone is headed to…
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The Saga Of The Stuck Bus

I type this intrduction fromn the seat of my bus into the city. If thyis print was hand-wrtten, an element of the ride would be apparent by way of squggly lines. Here I did the electronic equivalent to indicte this bmpy road. I left in all the typis in this first paragraph. *** I’m in…
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