Corruption, Elections, Thanksgiving, and What’s Coming Up!

“The best way out is always through.” –Robert Frost

I’ve been pretty down lately at site. I’m not sure if I’m just reaching that point in my service where everything isn’t just wonderful anymore, or maybe just the stress of school and work and politics is getting to me, along with the fact that I’ve been away from home for over 14 months. Although it’s been getting tougher, I expect next year to generally be better, and my tough times have helped me get back into positive thinking strategies and hobbies that I’ve dropped.

One of the biggest things contributing to my frustration has been the confusion and corruption present at my school. This was partly due to it being an election year and school being disrupted, but most of my last week of lessons were cancelled to make way for this. As a result, I didn’t get a chance to bid my students goodbye or leave them with my email, which saddened me greatly. I want my students to be able to keep in contact and practice their English, and some will not be able to. Luckily many tracked me down.

In Mozambique, before giving final grades they hold what is called the “conselho da notas,” which is basically a meeting where all the teachers sit and discuss the grades of individual students. Coming from an American background, I think it is ridiculous. A student earns the grade they earn, and no other teacher should have influence over another teacher’s grades. My ped director gave me a different view of the process; In his mind, it prevents teachers from discriminating against a student as revenge for something that student has done, or for passing a student who should not pass just because that student paid/slept with the teacher. It is rather more common in Mozambique than the U.S., which makes sense to me. I was not, however, on board with how I came out of the conselho.

The English class has 33 students and 4 teachers, two of whom are my roommate and I. We had had many informal talks with the other English teachers where we expressed concern over 5 students in our class who were struggling. Some failed to form simple sentences in English and are expected to teach English next year. In the end, only three of them failed, and they only failed my class. It upset me that the others hadn’t failed them when they were not at the level at which they should have been. What upset me even more, though, was how my Mozambican colleagues didn’t stand up for me when I refused to change my grades. They stayed silent while other teachers told me it was my responsibility to “help” these students and while my director promised that if they were actually incompetent they would fail the national exams. After a half-hour fight over the grades of my students, their grades were changed. This insults me because I feel now as if I taught for nothing. In any case, my grades were going to be changed, so why did I bother evaluating? It also was unfair to my students who worked so hard to improve that another student was bumped up 6 points (out of 20) just so she would not fail. A few teachers agreed with me, but most did not, and it frustrated me to no end.

In the past few weeks we’ve had testing. Sure enough, those students failed almost every subject. Many of our students had to retake a subject or two. The second round of testing, it was arranged that Caitlin and I were nowhere near the testing. We don’t know for sure what happened, but every single student in our class passed, along with most students in the school. It was strongly hinted by some students (who were too afraid to say it outright) that most answers were given. I was not in a good mood that week. I couldn’t believe it: how could they be encouraging this blatant corruption in their schools? Why didn’t they see a problem with it? I was constantly in a mind to throw things, and it was something my students and colleagues noticed. It took me a while to see how negative I’d become, and even then it was a struggle to step back and look for a better course. I had to do a lot of reflecting and meditation. In the end, it was a student with some simple pronunciation questions who brought the answer. I remembered why I was here: not to change the world or erase corruption from Cuamba, but rather to teach and work with my students as individuals and form bonds with my coworkers. Reevaluating my reasons for being here and redefining my life in that context has helped me to gain a more positive outlook here.

As I said earlier, national elections disrupted my classes a lot in September in October. The new president was chosen. During that time, however, the mayor of Cuamba passed away. Many people think that a witchdoctor cast a spell on him that killed him, especially since the previous mayor died in similar mysterious circumstances. Either way, Cuamba is currently in their campaigning time for mayor elections. These elections are actually more important to the people it seems than the national elections; I am seeing a lot more campaigning this time around. Our director is running as the ruling party’s candidate. As a result, he moved graduation to after the election so that the students can campaign for him and vote for him. We shall see what happens…

This decision made me angry, however, because I had already booked my plane tickets to South Africa for the 15th! It meant I would miss graduation. This made me very sad, so today we held a graduation party for our students. We sat around and talked, drank precious koolaid (they were amazed how much sugar was in it) and ate cake, they showed off some dancing and gymnastic skills, we showed some pictures, etc. All-in-all, it was a fun time, and I’m glad I got to see my students off. Many of them will make fantastic teachers.

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A few weeks ago we also had Thanksgiving in Cuamba. We made (from scratch!) chicken and stuffing (no turkey unfortunately), buttermilk biscuits, cheesy garlic scalloped potatoes, gravy, salad, and delicious mini chocolate pudding pies for dessert. It was a fantastic feast! Later that night some of our neighbors’ kids came over and we played with them. It was my 3rd Thanksgiving away from home. Hopefully in 2 years I’ll be there!

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As for what’s next, I’ll be MIA for a while. Monday I head to South Africa. Matthew meets me there on Tuesday! We’ll get shown around South Africa the right way by Henco, and then we head to Kruger National Park to meet up with my awesome PC bestie Dione and her sister. After that, we fly to Tanzania where we will spend Christmas at the base of Mt Kilimanjaro with some PC friends. To continue the tradition of epic New Years, we will climb Kili and summit on New Years Eve/New Years Day! Afterwards we’ll head to Zanzibar for a bit and then I’ll explore a bit of the north of Mozambique before my midservice conference in mid-January. I’m looking forward to a lot of travelling and a lot of adventure! Wish me luck!

Portuguese word of the day: Batata (potato) it’s fun to say!

Macua word of the day: Oxekuwa (afternoon)

French word of the day: Pomme de terre (also potato) Don’t the French have a way of making everything sound pretty? Literally it’s apple of the earth.

My Experience in Understanding White Privilege

“Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. The grave will supply plenty of time for silence.” –Christopher Hitchens

In light of the recent Ferguson protests, I wanted to talk about white privilege. This isn’t about blaming or ranting, but rather sharing my experience with it and my own personal understanding; sharing my story and encouraging people to examine their own lives, because there was a lot I didn’t realize or fully understand until I came to Africa.

I was very privileged growing up. I grew up in an affluent suburb of Chicago. I had a family that cared about me and accepted me for who I was. I never had to worry about money as a child, and even if my parents were worried about money, they knew they could work it out. I identified as heterosexual and comfortable in my own body, and did not show signs of physical or mental illnesses affecting how people saw me. I had a fantastic education in primary and secondary school where I was able to learn how to use technology as well as take jewelry and filmmaking classes. I also went on to a great, albeit expensive, university and was able to finance it through scholarships, loans, and the help of my parents. Because of my excellent education, I was able to find jobs doing what I wanted to do in life—teaching—but abroad in places that allowed me to travel and experience new cultures. To top it all off, I’m white.

I’ve had a lot of things going for me up until now in this point, all of these privileges, but I never really understood them until I came to Mozambique, even with my Social Justice education. I grew up around people who were more or less as privileged as I was. As much as my university tried to be diverse (and in more ways than just racially), most of us were your cookie-cutter white Americans from the Chicago suburbs. And that’s not to say by any means that I don’t value my time there, or that the people who went to IWU all fit the same personality-less mold or are all rich white suburbanites. People come from a variety of backgrounds with different influences in their lives, different interests, and different passions. However, you can’t deny that walking across the quad at my university that you saw at least a few people with the stereotypical “frat boy” mentality, the mentality of the ultimate privileged person.

IWU has a Social Justice focus—that our students are educated to strive for social justice. In some ways this did open my mind to inequalities in our society. We discussed things like institutionalized racism and how poverty is a cycle that traps people, especially those with less privilege. I got experience working with students and student teaching in low-income schools where I worked one-on-one with students who lived in trailer parks, students who couldn’t afford winter coats, students who would go to the McDonalds to beg instead of going home after school. These were such valuable experiences and opened my mind to the differences in the way others lived and those who were less fortunate than I was, but it didn’t really make me think about my own privilege except in how thankful I was for what I had. It took quite a bit, in fact, to come to this understanding about privilege, not just in my life and culture, but all over the world.

I first arrived in Mozambique on September 26, 2013. I spent two months living with a Mozambican family that was accustomed to Americans and being within close proximity to Americans who had ideas and opinions similar to my own. We spent a lot of our time learning and exploring, and were quite coddled by the Peace Corps. It actually wasn’t until I got to site that I started to see how my race affected how people interacted with me, acted around me, and gave me privilege over not just Mozambicans, but also my black fellow Americans.

One of our first days at site my roommate and I were carrying a basket full of things we had bought home (7km from town). A car stopped next to us and asked where we were going and offered to drive us. That experience has happened many times. People go out of their way to say hi to us on the street. People have offered to buy us things before, and everyone wants to be our friend. A class I was proctoring for exams stood up and cheered when I walked in. Why was I receiving this reaction? I was white.

I didn’t actually think too much about it until reading a colleague’s blog. This colleague was an African American, and was talking about how people rarely stopped on the highway to give him boleias (rides) because he was black. Maybe they thought he was Mozambican, maybe they just didn’t trust black people, maybe he wasn’t seen a novelty foreigner from his looks and so they had no overwhelming reason to stop and pick him up. That really opened my eyes: here people were voluntarily stopping for me and driving out of their way to take me home.   All because of how I looked. They did not do the same courtesy for the Mozambican woman carrying 30 pounds of baggage on her head. People didn’t go out of their way to greet the beautiful young Mozambican woman walking down the street. It was because I was white and the stereotypes and privilege associated with that.

One time my roommate and I were standing in line at the train station waiting to buy tickets. We had been standing for an hour and moved almost nowhere from the end of the line. Next thing we knew we were being called into the back room where they sat us down in the air conditioning and sent someone to get our tickets. Another time coming back from Malawi, we were riding in an open-back chapa back to Cuamba. The driver pulled over about 50km in the bush and demanded that everyone pay. When we said we were uncomfortable with that, he told us that was fine. “You are white. I know you will pay. You won’t jump off and run like the black man,” he said. I can’t count the number of men who have asked me to marry them or told me they loved me, and when I asked why said it was because I was white. Even without realizing exactly why, these people realized that it is better to be white in our world and may even have some stereotypes of their own coloring their view of others.

Another good example of privilege in society here comes into play in the local language, Emakhuwa. In Emakhuwa, Mukunha means white person. It is not derogatory, but rather a form of identifying someone with light skin who appears to be a foreigner. Many people exclaim “Mukunha ola!” when I walk down the street- there’s the white person! It’s counterpart, Yoripa, which means black person, however, is seen as offensive and is not a word you should call someone. If I want to identify someone here by their looks, it is much more polite to say “Macua”, identifying them by their tribe instead of their race. It’s something I don’t really understand, but I know the rules.

When I thought about the effect of white privilege in our society, I was quite surprised I hadn’t noticed it and thought about it more. [White] people tend to get defensive talking about privilege, thinking they are being accused of being racist or their rights are being threatened. It shocks me that some people won’t admit racism still exists, or that privilege is made up. People try to back up their opinions with data, refusing to see that data itself can be flawed. Take for example the person who argued that more black people were criminals because there are more African-American arrests in the United States than other races, but ignores that African-Americans are unfairly persecuted because of the stereotype that they are criminals and more likely to be up to no good, which in turn perpetuates the stereotype and continues this cycle. Or the fact that 75% of cops in the U.S. are white, and people tend to have more sympathy for those that look like them, meaning that they are more likely to let a white teenager go for a crime but get a black teenager in trouble for the same crime. This by no means means that all cops are terrible people or that all white people are racist, but rather brings attention to the fact that we all unconsciously stereotype people based on how they look and that the stereotypes of blacks and whites, as well as other races are all very different. It also doesn’t mean we choose to have these stereotypes, but they are a product of the media we are exposed to throughout our lives, whether that be movies and television or the news. Nothing is objective, we need to recognize that.

Again, I’m not trying to call out whites for being racist or bad people or say that they should not have gotten the privileges they did. People tend to fear the loss of their privileges, which is a big reason why people are denying that racism is a problem in our society. Equality in no way means you should not have gotten the privileges you did, but rather means that everyone deserves those same privileges, whether it be a good education, justice in our criminal system, or a ride to town. This is not a fault of individuals, but rather a problem of our society to work on fixing, and one we should embrace rather than fear.

Despite being a minority in Mozambique, I have no idea what it means to be a less-privileged person in America. I am privileged in that my “minority” characteristic is seen as positive and gives me many advantages in life. I will never really understand how it feels to be an African-American, or to have institutionalized racism against me, such as laws that target me unfairly; communities where my teachers, doctors, and police officers are a different race than I am; not seeing my own race represented in my government; and being stereotyped negatively at first glance among so many other things. Despite not fully understanding, I am choosing to notice the racism that has become a part of our society and recognize that equal rights does not impinge upon my own, to recognize that everyone deserves the privileges I have had and that we are all human beings. Whatever you believe should have been the result in the Michael Brown case, you should at least agree that people deserve equal rights and opportunities, but that is not the case at the moment. At least recognize that there is a problem in our society, and although it will take time to fix and will probably never be perfect (because humans in themselves are flawed), each and every individual affects how our society progresses and changes. It is by recognizing and acknowledging problems, brainstorming solutions, promoting discussion and education, and giving equal representation to all people that we can become a greater people.

To end with a quote by the wonderful J.K. Rowling: “We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”

A Letter to a Friend

“I think that every person you meet you fall in love with. Just a little bit. And a piece of them always stays with you. So overtime you collect people, and maybe you don’t remember every single one, but that doesn’t mean that they haven’t affected you. For better or for the worse. They changed you.”

Dear Kelsie,

I think you would have liked Mozambique. You always had a sense of adventure about you, whether it be flying to a different country to learn and explore or driving all over town at midnight in search of the movie Footloose to brighten up our boring Saturday night. I think you would have enjoyed climbing mango trees here with me. They make excellent climbing trees! And you would definitely enjoy the runs here. The sunrise over the mountains is just too beautiful to describe.

If you were here in Cuamba, I would take you to climb church mountain. It’s not a difficult climb, but once you get to the top your breath disappears just from the sight of the rustic village laid out beneath you. With the wind blowing and the sun shining overhead, it’s the perfect place to dangle your feet over the edge of the mountain and just talk for hours, just like we used to.

It surprised me—never really having gotten to know you before moving in with you—just how easy it was to talk to you. You were so open, generous, and accepting, and I immediately felt comfortable opening up and trusting you. I’m not sure I’ve yet met another person with your inner strength and character. You definitely influenced who I was and what I thought, and you have only changed me for the better. It was such a short semester, but wasn’t it fantastic? Our Clue-themed room kicked ass, and also became a gathering point for so many random shenanigans. Remember watching the Gulick-ians and commenting on those who left their curtains open? Or moving the desks around and just sprawling on the floor?

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I knew I’d be able to count on you if times got tough. I’ve cried on your shoulder and you’ve cried on mine. I’ve never gotten anything but support from you. Even your last message to me was support of my being in Mozambique. I know that times got tough for you and sometimes you didn’t always feel strong, but you were definitely one of the strongest people I know. You have influenced so many more lives than you can possibly imagine, and you are truly a beautiful person. It’s so hard for me to think I won’t meet up with you next summer like we planned, but I hope you found the peace and comfort that often escaped you in life. My thoughts and prayers are with your family and friends at this time, and I hope that wherever you are, you know that you were really loved.

<3 forever in AOT

Sam

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“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep, loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” –Elizabeth Kubler Ros

If you are feeling depressed or suicidal, please seek help. Sometimes all you need is some support: http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org

Student Blog Posts VI: English Teachers, The Environment, and Teenage Pregnancy (unrelated to each other)

My name is Martinho .M.C. I am a man of 25 years old, Mozambican now living in Cuamba and doing teachers course. I like watching TV, reading books, listening to English programs, playing soccer sometimes, and my favorite dish is rice with chicken. Here in Mozambique we start to learn English in standard six, what is very difficult for us. Some schools in my country are facing problems of English teachers. One school is having one teacher for more than seven classes. It happens like that because our country has been colonized by Portugal and we learn English as a special language. English in Mozambique is very important to be learnt because it facilitates the communication with other countries around and abroad. But English to be learnt well in our country we need to start in standard one. I think it could be a nice thing to new generation and it is one way to develop the English learning system. Our country needs to learn more English. In this point we need well-qualified English teachers.

My name is Adamo R.J., the name Adamo but I am known as Day. I am africain nationality of Mozambican, Niassa province, district of Cuamba. The name of day atrvez of this arises child my parents chava me from daymilson and to emcurtar the name came to me day and pasted right too me because I sing. (I think he means, “The name “Day” arises from my childhood when my parents called me daymilson, nicknamed Day, which stuck to me because I sing). All my grandparents are alive and living here in Cuamba on the farm. My grandfather’s a tailor and my grandmother is a peasant.

I was born in 1990 in this district in the neighborhood of adine3. In this mean I have 24 years old. I live with my parents and three brothers with a baby sister, all of whom are studying. My sister is studying in secondary school of Cuamba in 11th class in the Medicine course, and my brother doesn’t live with us, lives in another district called Mandimba studying. He also is in the 11th grade in the course of economy, the third studies at Maguiguane.

My father works in the hospital as the laboratory technician. He calls himself R.J.S. and is a very good person. My mother is a peasant girl named M.E.L. and is a very caring usually, a few moments she is bad depending on the situation.

I’m a father of a beautiful daughter named Kelly. She is this year, she was born on January 6 and is 9 months. I have a girlfriend who is mother of my daughter, she is also very beautiful, nice, honest, respectful, that I love very much.

I am very fun. I am a young man of great peace in my heart, I don’t like talking too much less smile ideas from a friend, I am a young man who grew up making trips to my province alone. I’ve lived a long time out of my relatives, most of my childhood I made with my friends, I love to sing and play, until it was my dream to represent my district more by lack of support did not raise the dream. I’m a person who doesn’t like to be forced to do something I don’t want to.

Before I cast on this course I was a producer of music. I had my mini-studio that called sp Studio, I was charging 500 meticais (about $18) to artist who came into my studio to record a song, which I used to buy clothes for my daughter and some candy for her. Not all days reaching artists to write and spent barely these days because in sometimes there was nothing to eat at home, trust me.

But despite all this I never stopped being happy because happiness gives me energy and willingness to face obstacles and the sadness in some times I was showing. And I’ve never been sad when somebody told me, “no Valery get don’t like” I ask favors someone but two times and I like support, little have I share with friends. And I’m happy for my future family that I will have: despite being father too early I’m proud.

In Mozambique there are several problems for detect and resolve, problems of health, environment, political, economical, and others. One of several problems that exist I’ll talk about the problem of environment in Mozambique, nowadays the trees are already losing importance, the population as well as the government no longer bone goes to varus the environment. They say that because of the slaughter of trees that grow, they cut the trees to sell and sometimes wood, constructions and sell to foreign countries like China and others.

If we cut and replace the trees, it would be really good. I think this government is only interested in profits, not losses to the environment, like how the air we breathe comes from trees. Speaking of the uncontrolled burning are you too the population uses the slash-and-burn cassar animals and to scare away the animals on farms.

To end with this gloom, the government should encourage the lectures talking about consequences that the slaughter of trees has and the uncontrolled fires, talking about the importance that trees have, how they act in the life of man, and the reforestation should be seen as something serious. This is what I had to analyze and suggest. There are many problems to solve in Mozambique.

My name is Assane .M.M., son of M. M. I am in training at Belmiro Obadias Muianga in Cuamba district, Niassa province. I was born on the 14th of September in 1990 in Cuamba, Niassa, and now I am training in an English course in Cuamba, the district that I was born in and that my parents both live in. I have a brother and a sister; I am second born in the family.

I am going to tell you the issue of premature pregnancy in my country. I am going to focus on why it happens in my country and relate it a little bit with education, the possible ways to reduce and how government is involved with previous pregnancy in my country and some reasons for previous pregnancy.

In my country, most of the girls marry underage and eventually they get pregnancy very soon at the age of 14-18 before they finish their level, it happens because the girls marry because in their minds they think that marrying is the best way to alleviate poverty, when they live in poor family they look for a boy that they think this one can solve my problem because they see the boy changing clothes, each day they don’t ask about themselves where is this boy working and how does he get such good things. They go out with the boy and after he puts them in pregnancy, they decide to ask who is exactly this boy then they find he is a thief, then it’s too late to separate the love. Even the parents can’t do anything else. Our country, our government doesn’t offer high quality of education, in that it doesn’t motivate the young girls to go to school.

Talking about poverty in my country, that contributes to premature pregnancy. You find women with 12 children. It doesn’t allow the parents to take care of all the children. Consequently it’s women who need to have a better life, take other girls and her parents don’t have money, the only way to get money is to go behind boys to have sex and be paid to get clothes, goods, and other necessary things, and the boys of my country we are very sensitive knowing the girls look for us to get our money, we revenge then we ask for sex to repay or replace our money.

The best thing that the government could do to avoid it to happen he could ban night shift schools because many young ladies enroll at night shift schools where they can’t be controlled by their parents, and the government should bring and implement some rules that each and every girl or boy who pregnancyed before have at least 22 years old must be arrested and kept in jail. It should make us afraid or there are some places where people want to have sex, they go and meet many ladies with different prices these places are called at traffic light because when you get there you see a girl or girls coming to you to ask for money to exchange with sex to the best of my knowledge. These places should be sent policemen to forbid, those are selling themselves, and those girls would obey their parents and have a nice time to go to school to study.

Student Blog Posts V: Corruption and Politics

Because corruption and politics can be a sensitive issue, I will only be putting initials of my students.  Later this week I’ll post my own blog post about corruption when it comes to the discussion of grades…

My name is A.A., I live in the north of Mozambique, Niassa province, Cuamba district, Mujaua village. I am a trainee at IFP-BOM learning to be a teacher.

Multi-partism and democracy in Mozambique

The multi-partism and the democracy that is in Mozambique it is not true multi-partism and democracy. He constitutes as a big problem.

Firstly, Mozambique was facing the civil war between Renamo and Frelimo, that is Mozambique National Resistance (RENAMO) and Front of Liberation of Mozambique (FRELIMO). It took 16 years and they came to an agreement. They decided Mozambique to be a democratic country of multiple parties, and Frelimo is a powerful party in the country, never letting others to govern the country. That democracy is not true: if you are in the opposition party you’re treated badly.

The possible solution about I would like to make every effort to give a sensibilisation for people to try to change it by voting another president from another party to see whether it will be the same as did America mainly us.

In my opinion, the election will cause problems. What I hear in Mitukwe (Cuamba) two parties fought (Frelimo and MDM). One of the frelimo’s members tore an MDM flag.   As an MDM politician said, it was begun by Frelimo.

Being in Cuamba yst, in Mucuapa past was the same problem. Frelimo and MDM fought politically in campaing time. Also, one of the members of Frelimo party tore an MDM flag and the promoter was taken to the police where until now he is waiting the process to be analyzed.

In Zambezia died a man who was walking and what the doctors said, he was reported by the campaign member. So I don’t know if it really was Frelimo, MDM, or Renamo.

So when I look these problems happening I lose my way even knowing that I am a future teacher.

You know trainer what happens in our country, when you are in a different party (not Frelimo) you are at risk. If you want to be free to live more time you must obey Frelimo’s rules.

Nowadays, Frelimo is loosing it’s weight. The opposition is getting many places for things like that. For example, in Nampula, Beira, and Zambezia MDM took and won election. When I walk around the village, I see many people very happy and what they say is “Vota MDM, Vota Simango” who will bring more opportunity to youngs. What you have to know about politic MDM and Renamo party they are together. When they win after election on 15 October, they are going to join the votes and to be counted as one. It is political idea about them.

Maybe you can ask, “Why are they fighting?” In war time, it was one party. Renamo president and Frelimo’s members such as Eduardo Mondlane, Samora Machel, Joaquim A Chissano, Armando P. Guebuza won together with Afonso who is Renamo’s president and Andre Machangaissa who is Afonso’s uncle.

While they were fighting against colonialism they stole a house where there were many things such as guns, bombs, and so many. It was in Cabo Delgado. What happened was Frelimo’s members took all the things and hid in the place where Afonso and Andre didn’t know until now. Since this time Afonso and his uncle removed themselves from the group and they created their party which they gave the name of Renamo, which means “Resistencia Nacional de Mocambique”, National Mozambican Power. And who is a lead of this party is Afonso. Now when you trainer ask about election it will be confused I tell you trainer. I am A.A. Thanks, trainer.

I am L.S. I was born on the 5th of March, 1996. I’m eighteen years old. I have three brothers and four sisters. I am from Mecanhelas district, Niassa province. I live in the boarding school of the Teacher Training Center Belmiro Obadias Muianga in Cuamba.

The problem in Mozambique is about lack of employment in Mozambique.

In Mozambique lack of employment is the biggest problem that affects in the country. Many people in Mozambique have level (have finished grade 12), but they are suffering with poverty because of lack of employment. The government is employing people, but the number of unemployment is not reduced in Mozambique. It happens for example when are many people in Mozambique. In the north there is a higher percentage of people because the number of birth rate is bigger. Mozambican people in each family we can find nine, ten children. In this case the government doesn’t manage to employ everybody. It is a problem because with large number of unemployment cause poverty in the country. When the level of poverty is very heavy it causes trouble in the country. The young men turn to become killer and seller to survive themselves. Thieves are result of unemployment. But it doesn’t mean that the government is not able to employ people. So the number of people in the country is very large. The money of payment is few.

The government has to find ways to solve this problem. The population has to understand and reduce the number of birth rate in Mozambique. And to leave everyone to study up to a high level to reduce the poverty in Mozambique to develop the country.

Student Posts IV: Corruption in Mozambique

My name is Cristina .M. and I am from Mozambique, Niassa province, Cuamba district. I am a trainee of Belmiro Obadias Muianga teachers training centre.

Corruption is a big problem in Mozambique. Why is it a problem?

It is a problem in all ministries of education, health, in all, for example, if a person is offended, the offender pays money to a daily police station official. When he goes to solve that problem, he says the offender will be imprisoned as he payed money he is to be free only he stays in the jail for two days and goes home he is loosened. In the schools, teachers need money for student to pass the class. If it is a girl some teacher they want to make sexual relation with her. If a student is intelligent they don’t like him otherwise he will pass the class freely. I think the possible solution if it happens and ease could be announced and the person who does it must be put away of the service.

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My name is Osvaldo .A. I am 7372 days old, and I am from Mecanhelas. I like listening to the news report.

One of the problems in Mozambique is corruption. The doctors in the hospitals are selling tablets. When a sick person goes to the hospital, the doctors say “come next week, because this week we want to treat those who have a stomach ache, and not those who have a headache.” After that, a sick person pays 1000 Meticais (about $33) to be treated. Many people die because they do not have money to pay a doctor.

To pass a class, the teachers want money; The teachers want a student to sleep with them. When the student does not have money, the teachers say he is sleeping. Many students have concluded grade 12, but they don’t find employment because they don’t have money to pay teachers. Many people are buying certificates. As a result, many teachers are weak, thieves, and drunks. When the students pay money, they get good marks, and many intelligent students without money are always crying by the end of the class, and it causes poverty in the country.

To eliminate this problem, the doctor should receive money from the government after he treats a sick person. In this case the doctor will be happy when a sick person comes to receive money from the government.

The tests should be corrected in Maputo where are some wises like a president, so that they can control it. In this case, the mark could not take a part of relationship, but only knowledge.

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I am Lucio A., a trainee at teachers training center in Cuamba district in Niassa province. I was born in 1988 in Nampula province. I am the third son of my family, I am a boy who likes so amuse with friends specifically my colleagues of my course and the rest of my college.

I am going to post here a certain problem of my country, in that I am going to present how it comes for, why it occurs, the possible solution, and the possible points where it affects.

Corruption

In my country, wonderful Mozambique in these days we have been mecalued with a certain problem that comes from our leaders to us, the young men as the work finder. Why am I saying it comes from our leaders? Many gatherings people discuss about it and seems to be tough to be solved. When someone studies and gets a degree to find employment with our government, it’s really hard to employ before she/he sends money to pay those who are managing the working for this you employed.

One of the best ways to try to reduce the corruption is from top. It should be divided the rights in our country we find that the president of the country is also the president of party in power. In that when people look for employment it’s hard because they know our leader leads in two or three places then they do not easily leave employment for us, they ask for money.

When it comes I think the government as refuses he should establish rules saying each one who makes corruption should be arrested. I do remember before last year there was a law, each one who should become rich illegally must be sucked out and lose his/her employment. And the government should let people who apply the criteria of employing people who are not competent because when people are pleased where they are not competent they are doing things with pressure to sell employment. And the people should not accept to pay for their employment by paying money.

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Student Blog Posts III: Education and Corruption

My name is Alberto .A. I’m 23 years old. I was born in 1991 in Nampula city. I’m a trainee of Belmiro Obadias Muianga teacher trainer center. I’m taking English course. I’m living in the boarding school. My father’s name is A.L. and my mother’s name is F.J. I have many friends from school and out school. I have twelve siblings, but we are not all from the same mother. We are from the same father. 6 sisters and 6 brothers. My free time I like play football, dance, and conversation about any kind of topic which we can discuss about the life itself or our academic level.

Grade 1 up to grade 5 I was studying at Muegani primary school and grade 6 and 7 I was studying at Belenese full primary school. Finally grade 8 up to grade 12 I was studying at Nampula secondary school.

Mozambique is a country that the problems never finish. We are facing many problems in Mozambique. The problem that we are facing around Mozambique is:

The lack of an employment

Lack of water because the taps that we have are not sufficient to population because every day many people who are living around society they are remarking about it.

Mozambican school have not sufficient days for students also all primary schools have not school bus neither hospitals.

Corruption is the first problem in Mozambique.

The roads are not good,

When is a project of constructions takes a long time to be already.

Mozambicans have not helps center for the people that their family has passed away.

If you are poor, you are nothing. You can’t have a word.

To end with these problems, Mozambican government must monitor all problem that the government is facing.

My name is Juvencio A., a native of Cuamba, Niassa province. I was born on February 24, 1996, so I am 18 years of age. I was born in Cuamba and grew up in Nampula. Unfortunately my parents are divorced now I’m living with my aunt and uncle. Now I’m in teacher education, English Course.

As for education in Mozambique. In Mozambique education, it is globalized in government. Mozambican education has several problems such as the problem which is corruption in Mozambique. It means that students don’t pass without paying money to teachers, if woman are doing the trade often it is compulsory sexual intercourse.

With the implementation of the new curriculum in Mozambique, education is divided into cycles.

In Mozambique there is a high level of illiteracy because children are rejecting the entry on school grounds if they think it is a waste of time and fearing the return of their property or raped. Not only, but also the Mozambican government has no material for the construction of more schools, and school materials for easy education in Mozambique.

Break away with these problems, we need help to fight corruption, that is, the government should adopt some methods of crime fighting as justice and attorney fortilized.