Sunday, August 29, 2004
Thursday eve, 26 August
I got a letter today:
Att: Le Roy Ziormey,
I received two letters from “Arlene Stauffer.” This letters seems to be misplaced to Our Box number, which reads Mwanga Kilimanjaro Region. I tried to make contact every where in our district (Mwanga), if I can find the guy called such a name but I failed. “All in vain.”
So I’m not tired, I try again to imagine if is possible to be Mwanza instead of Mwanga. Maybe post office is the One who misread/confuse.
Even if I decide to return it to the post office, the same mistake will appear. They can lost all the letters. Wishing you all the best, Esther Madio.
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So now I know why I haven’t had any letters from my sister in a long time. I had heard that sometimes packages destined for Tanzania end up in Tasmania, but Mwanga instead of Mwanza is new to me. I didn’t even know there IS a Mwanga.
Life is good again. I finally bit the bullet and pulled the plug on Skills For Life Tanzania! I’d really been quite distressed for the past two weeks or so, trying to pull it through. Having made the decision, I feel like a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t realize how stressed I had been, trying to pull things together.
The final straw was the Peace Corps directive that I was not to sign the Memo of Agreement with Kuleana Center for Children’s Rights. But the memo was really the touchstone of the operation.
I spent a good bit of effort writing a postmortem report on the project: The Plans, Results, and Lessons Learned. It helped me a lot, thinking through the whole thing.
The good things were the tremendous amount of support and encouragement I received in support of the project, and the excellent course materials I discovered to help construct the course curriculum. Tanzania really DOES need this kind of a program, and they recognize and appreciate that! It seems to have touched a nerve.
The bad stuff? When my Instructors left to their homes for a month’s vacation all the development work fell to me, and it was too much. And it was a mistake to concentrate on the operational aspects of the project instead of securing a Board of Directors or Advisors very early on. Then there was that Peace Corps Directive that blindsided me, and that was that.
Hopefully, I can learn from this experience, clarify how the Peace Corps expects me to work, and get the project back on track for early 2005 – with a functioning Board of Directors before anything else happens. Live and learn.
I got a letter today:
Att: Le Roy Ziormey,
I received two letters from “Arlene Stauffer.” This letters seems to be misplaced to Our Box number, which reads Mwanga Kilimanjaro Region. I tried to make contact every where in our district (Mwanga), if I can find the guy called such a name but I failed. “All in vain.”
So I’m not tired, I try again to imagine if is possible to be Mwanza instead of Mwanga. Maybe post office is the One who misread/confuse.
Even if I decide to return it to the post office, the same mistake will appear. They can lost all the letters. Wishing you all the best, Esther Madio.
<<<< 0 >>>>
So now I know why I haven’t had any letters from my sister in a long time. I had heard that sometimes packages destined for Tanzania end up in Tasmania, but Mwanga instead of Mwanza is new to me. I didn’t even know there IS a Mwanga.
Life is good again. I finally bit the bullet and pulled the plug on Skills For Life Tanzania! I’d really been quite distressed for the past two weeks or so, trying to pull it through. Having made the decision, I feel like a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t realize how stressed I had been, trying to pull things together.
The final straw was the Peace Corps directive that I was not to sign the Memo of Agreement with Kuleana Center for Children’s Rights. But the memo was really the touchstone of the operation.
I spent a good bit of effort writing a postmortem report on the project: The Plans, Results, and Lessons Learned. It helped me a lot, thinking through the whole thing.
The good things were the tremendous amount of support and encouragement I received in support of the project, and the excellent course materials I discovered to help construct the course curriculum. Tanzania really DOES need this kind of a program, and they recognize and appreciate that! It seems to have touched a nerve.
The bad stuff? When my Instructors left to their homes for a month’s vacation all the development work fell to me, and it was too much. And it was a mistake to concentrate on the operational aspects of the project instead of securing a Board of Directors or Advisors very early on. Then there was that Peace Corps Directive that blindsided me, and that was that.
Hopefully, I can learn from this experience, clarify how the Peace Corps expects me to work, and get the project back on track for early 2005 – with a functioning Board of Directors before anything else happens. Live and learn.
