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Attacked with a Machete

April 20, 2012 by Arianwen Morris 5 Comments

I’d only been volunteering for about a week in Tanzania when the teacher in my class – Michael – was attacked with a machete and seriously injured. It went straight to the top of my list of things not to tell my dad until I was safely back home.

What was I doing there?

I’d actually gone to Africa to volunteer in an orphanage. It had been pre-arranged, but on arrival it turned out they didn’t need my help, so I gave being a teaching assistant a go instead.

It was probably an even more rewarding experience. I had the chance to teach classes and increase my confidence, as well as working one-on-one with some of the less able kids. I got that wonderful sense of satisfaction when they finally grasped something they’d been struggling with for ages. I also became good friends with some of the teachers and I often felt I was probably benefiting them more than the children, by helping them improve their English and answering their questions about my life in England – a country they were unlikely to ever have the chance to visit.

Attacked with a machete the class

My class

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Of course, it was a mixed bag. I managed to confuse the kids on more than one occasion. When I told them that the colour orange was easy to remember because the fruit of the same name is orange too, it was met with a lot of frustrated expressions. It was only later that I came to realise most of the oranges in Moshi are in fact green. My bad…

And don’t even get me started on the textbook that led me to believe that people in Tanzania use soap, water, tooth brushes, sponges, towels and, what’s that? …corn-on-the-cob (???) to wash themselves!

Attacked with a machete me and the kids

Me and the kids in the playground

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Arrival at the school always put a smile on my face. The infant group would be sitting in a huddle happily chanting the alphabet: ‘Capital letter A and the small letter a’. They always pronounced both the same, so the value of saying that full sentence for every single letter was lost on me.

Walking into my classroom, I never knew what to expect. In four weeks there, the same class had four different teachers. One day it would be the pastor’s wife, who intimidated me as much as she frightened the 10-year-olds. The next I’d be gossiping with Madame Mary, my Kenyan ‘twin sister’ who was exactly the same age as me – we shared a birthday while I was there! Sometimes, the teacher would be mid-lesson before the bell rang at 8 am and sometimes they would saunter in at 10. When I arrived depended on how many times I’d encountered locals on the dusty 4-mile trek to the school. I was constantly greeted with a cry of ‘Mzungu’, meaning foreigner. This would be followed by a brief attempt at conversation in Swahili. It was good practice, I guess!

Attacked with a machete commute

Part of my commute to school

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It wasn’t unheard of for me to walk in and find the teacher asleep with their head on the desk at the back of the room while the kids ran riot, so at least I didn’t feel too bad if I was late.

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Finding out my friend had been attacked with a machete

One particular day, it was Michael who happened to be allocated to ‘my kids’. We’d chatted a bit the week before about many personal things – his friends who’d died from malaria, and how he often crossed the border illegally into Kenya despite the harsh punishments if caught.

I saw immediately that his hand was in a massive bandage, but it was a while before I found out what had happened. He hadn’t been able to start his lesson because he needed to write exercises on the board, but couldn’t hold the chalk. I spent the next hour teaching a science class, feeling very sorry for the kids who had to learn human anatomy from my Shrek-like diagrams, and even more concerned for Michael. Perhaps he’d been caught on the Kenyan border, I thought. Would the government do something like this to him? Or was it an unprovoked attack? Should I warn the others at my hostel that it was unsafe to be wandering about on our own, even during the day?

Attacked with a machete my lesson

And to think I never pursued a career in art

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Finally there was a break and I sat down to hear his story.

The day before, he’d been walking along a path near his village and had heard a man and his wife arguing. The man had then started to beat his wife with the flat side of a machete blade. She had retaliated by screaming obscenities at him, at which point her husband completely lost it and lashed out. Michael had jumped in to protect her, but in doing so he’d almost lost his entire hand. It was massively gashed and swollen to at least three times its normal size. He told me he’d lost a lot of blood too, and he’d had stitches without anaesthetic. He was struggling to carry out the simplest tasks and was clearly still in a lot of pain. And yet he was AT WORK!

Attacked with a machete staff rom

The ‘staff room’. Michael is on the right

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I couldn’t help making comparisons with the UK, where people are constantly whinging about the National Health Service. At least back home, the attacker would be reprimanded and the victim would be entitled to sick pay and extended hospital care. I know someone whose hand was bitten and chewed up by an angry dog recently and they received immediate care as well as months of follow-up physiotherapy.

But that’s what I love about travel. It really puts your own life into perspective. It makes you realise how fortunate you are and it persuades you to reassess what’s important. Thank you Michael and I hope you made a full recovery.

If you’re considering volunteering abroad, I recommend you check out Hostel Hoff in Moshi, Tanzania, as a place to stay. They have a variety of projects to suit everyone.

Attacked with a machete Moshi and kili

Moshi with Kilimanjaro in the distance

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  1. Leah Travels says

    April 20, 2012 at 1:19 pm

    I love this story, not the part about the attack, that’s terrible. But your description of the classroom and lessons. As a former teacher, I finally left the classroom feeling unappreciated and a slave to the state and it’s interests. I love the fact that those kids are so eager to learn, but I hate the fact that they don’t have a stable teacher.
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    • Arianwen Morris says

      April 20, 2012 at 3:17 pm

      Thanks Leah. Yes, it was really interesting to compare it with schools in the UK. I’ve never taught here, but it runs in the family. My sister did TeachFirst. She was placed in a tough inner-city school and really struggled with the fact that most of the kids didn’t want to be there. I know I mentioned the teacher sleeping, but I’d like to point out that they did generally put in a lot of effort too. They seemed very frustrated by the lack of facilities and resources, as well as corruption – those who ran the school didn’t pay proper salaries and, while it was meant to be a school for children who’d lost at least one of their parents to HIV/AIDS, there was talk of them giving preferential treatment to the children whose parents had more money. Such a shame.

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  2. Ayngelina says

    April 21, 2012 at 7:39 pm

    Incredible story Ari. Of all places in the world it seems that the ones in Africa are the most touching. I haven`t been there yet but I really hope to go soon.
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    • Arianwen Morris says

      April 21, 2012 at 8:17 pm

      Thanks Ayngelina. Yes, Africa’s an incredible place and I know I’ll be going back one day. Aside from anything else, I still need to climb Kili!

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  3. Raben says

    February 13, 2016 at 8:50 am

    I was just at school today and tnhnkiig how hard the teachers work and how sweet the kids are. And how much some need and appreciate the extra help much of which may get the ax.Please may our economy get out of this rut soon!

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