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Tanzania: land of constant complaints

The country seems well, but corruption is rampant

A land of constant complaints

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In Tanzania, is it that they complain too much, or they expect too much? Since the beginnings of economic and political liberalization in the 1990s, the nation has charged forward; the print media is bold and vociferous in both of the national languages, English and Swahili—especially the latter. Paved roads connect every part of the country, reaching towns and villages previously cut off during the rains; cellphones are in evidence everywhere. The country is connected. It’s as if an engine turned on one day, and the once laid-back country, known as “the land of not yet,” woke up. So what are the complaints about? Or, as a slick, modern voice on the radio says in an angular Swahili, “Wapi ni beef?

I’m sitting in a full minibus in the lush, hilly southern province of the country, heading from the provincial capital, Mbeya, down to Kyela on Lake Nyasa near the Malawi border. We pass areas growing wheat and corn, tea, banana, avocado, red beans and cocoa. We pass roadside markets selling vegetables, timber and locally made furniture. Finally we arrive at the market town, Kyela, known for its famous Mbeya rice. I can’t help observing that if one did not long for modern amenities such as a hot shower, one could simply lie under a tree all day, picking the occasional weed, and not starve.

On the way, my companion Felix, a local investigative journalist, points out other places of interest: the modest headquarters of a yogourt maker whose product now reaches all over the country; the modest house of a local man who owns hotels in the capital; a downhill bend on the road that was formerly called Uwanja wa Ndege, or “Airport,” because—before the speed bumps came up—vehicles would fly off from this spot down into the valley below; a coal mine started by the Chinese. Felix also tells disturbing stories of abuses of village women by foreign mine workers.

Indeed, the country is rich. Besides coal, there is gold, uranium and natural gas, and perhaps oil; food is grown abundantly in many parts and there’s plenty of cattle. Then why the incessant complaints from everyone I meet, not only in the nation’s capital, Dar es Salaam, but far away here in Mbeya and Kyela, where you cannot starve even if you tried? The problem is governance and corruption. Every morning in Mbeya you see trucks doing the rounds, piling up with bananas to take, presumably, to the capital. There is no adequate transportation for the produce. Tazara, the Tanzanian-Zambian railway, which once connected the south to the capital and port of Dar es Salaam, is now more or less defunct and remembered fondly. The Central Railway Line, built by the Germans when they colonized the country in the early 20th century, and which goes from the coast all the way to lakes Tanganyika and Victoria, is also useless. Air Tanzania, once thriving, is no more. The government, in a show of optimism, is planning another railway in the south, to be built perhaps with Chinese help.

It’s hard to believe, arriving from North America, seeing smart, oversized billboards showing happy, sophisticated people using fast Internet, air travel and mobile money transfers, and roadsides festooned with ads from cellphone companies, that about 80 per cent of the country spends its nights in total darkness. And for those fortunate enough to be connected to the grid, there are frequent and frustrating blackouts. The coal mine that I passed on the road to Kyela was projected to provide 300 megawatts of power; it was sold favourably to a politician’s family member and is now almost defunct, apparently awaiting—from what I read in the papers—Chinese help. Meanwhile, prices rise and corruption is rampant. It takes typical Tanzanian humour to be able to live with it.

Last year, a novel word found circulation in the Swahili language: vijisenti, a diminutive of senti, meaning “little cents,” i.e. mere pennies. It was used by a well-placed politician who was questioned by the media about the several million dollars found in his bank account during an investigation. Mere pennies, he said, arrogantly. The official in question was connected with two major corruption scandals, one of them called “Richmond,” in which a large contract was handed to a foreign company to fulfill the capital’s electricity needs. A fraction of the promised power was delivered. U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton was in the area recently and, while unabashedly warning the Africans about the Chinese in their midst, promised help. But, as a Zambian minister responded to this admonition from “Mama Clinton,” the Chinese have been in the region a long time, in Tanzania, in fact, since the 1960s, while the Americans were busy patting the hands of Kenyan politicians “fighting Communism.” The Americans were worried that Africa was turning Red, and an American ambassador named William Attwood wrote a book called The Reds and the Blacks. It was the Chinese in those Cold War days who built the Tanzania-Zambia railway, passing through Mbeya, when the World Bank declined to help.

The English-language papers, in an idiom that’s now universal, love to trot out business statistics for the interest of the few. The GDP growth of Tanzania, at over six per cent, is one of the highest in sub-Saharan Africa; unfortunately, this has not translated into social development. According to an Aga Khan Development Network report, the country ranks 148th in human development, out of the 169 countries surveyed. Life expectancy is 56 years; for every 10,000 people, there are only 10 health care workers. A recent survey, reported in a newspaper, found teacher-to-pupil ratios in the schools to be less than 1:80, and this may be optimistic; schools don’t have enough textbooks, unless you go to one of the private schools for the rich, where you learn the new Swanglish, the Swahili-English.

The gulf between rich and poor is so vast it is embarrassing. A cup of brewed coffee costs close to a day’s minimum wage—imagine an $80 espresso in Toronto. Forget coffee in a decent restaurant, someone on minimum wage cannot even afford one of the mangoes that grow so abundantly in the region and that vendors hold up for sale to passing cars. Inflation is about 10 per cent. By the time a worker pays bus fare to and from work, what he brings home is often not enough for school fees, medicines and rent. As one such worker said to me quite categorically, “Maisha magumu.” Life is hard.

In Dar es Salaam, signalling new wealth, construction proceeds apace, often with callous disregard for zoning, safety or the heritage value of the buildings destroyed to make way. I was taken to the site of an eight-storey building, which, built over the foundations of the original two-storey structure, one fine day simply collapsed. Another such “multi-storey” began leaning sideways on its way to the ground, but a stalwart neighbour stood its ground to give it support; and so it stands, the Leaning Tower of Dar es Salaam, still occupied. Some of these multi-storeys are built so close to each other, the rooms are dark. And yet, those who can buy not one but two and three SUVs; sidewalks become parking lots, and streets where kids once played and people sat around in the evenings are now almost impossible to walk through.

But Tanzanians are a relaxed, friendly people. The rigorous though idealistic socialist regimen of the 1970s and ’80s did bequeath a sense of national identity and a pride in the national language, Swahili, that are the envy of neighbouring countries. As an Ethiopian-American woman in Mbeya said to me, you go to Kenya, and they are angry; in Uganda and Rwanda, they look scared. In Tanzania, you can walk by a policeman, push aside his automatic, and say, excuse me, let me pass. This is in answer to a question foolish visitors often ask: is an “African Spring” possible? Is Tahrir Square possible? Most people say no. The more cynical say, how is a social network possible if there is no electricity? Perhaps by keeping the people literally in darkness, the powers that be hope to contain mass organized protest.

But for how long? There is a new official opposition in the country; it is urban and has youthful support, even in the high schools. It is called Chadema (Chama Cha Demokrasia na Maendeleo). It baits the government in parliament, asking awkward questions, and is brazen enough to be distasteful to many people. It is always in the news, especially in Swahili. Some even call it “activist.” And the word is that the official party, the CCM (Chama Cha Mapinduzi), which has ruled the country since independence, is nervous but cautious.

M.G. Vassanji’s travel memoir, A Place Within: Rediscovering India, won the 2009 Governor General’s Prize for non-fiction. His next novel, The Magic of Saida, will be published in the fall of 2012.


Tanzania: land of constant complaints

  1. Brings back lots of memories of the lush and abundance of Nature throughout most of Tanzania. If only the big movers and politicians situated in Dar had a less greedy outlook, they could make Tanzania a very prosperous country for all its citizens.
    A very well wriiten article.

  2. Correction Vassanji, Dar es Salaam is not nation’s capital, Dodoma is the national capital (would be nice if you can check your facts). So all kids in private schools are learning Swanglish? Why miss lead the world about our education system? Yes I agree the gap between rich and poor is so vast it is embarrassing and corruption is a major problem; However you still amaze me when you also mentioned in your article it is impossible for people to starve in Tanzania?…….. I can’t help observing that if one did not long for modern amenities such as a hot shower, one could simply lie under a tree all day, picking the occasional weed, and not starve………. This statement makes me sick!!! Report the truth; don’t be carried away in your world of fiction!

    • Nsiande, I dont see much wrong with what Vassanji elaborated about starvation. Literally speaking, with such arable land, how could one imagine a people going hungry? That is what he is try to explain. In certain areas, such as those visited, it is literally impossible to go hungry since fruits/bananas grow wild. So there you have it.
      On education, have you visited most “English medium” schools? Many actually teach Swanglish, since either their teachers have not mastered English well, or, it is necessary for the kids to understand. Moshi Intl, St. Constatine, IST, would be different, but how many TZ kids actually go there, at USD $12K/yr++? Surely he had the “English medium” in mind while writing the article.
      As for the capital, if you show me any official head of state ever received in Dodoma, then I will believe you that Dodoma is the capital. Truth remains that Dar is the capital, and the president spends most of his time at the capital, in Dar!
      One area where I could question his facts is this:: ‘angular Swahili, “Wapi ni beef?”’
      Truly, that sounds more Kenyan than a Tanzanian would ever say….they are the ones with broken “swa” (as they call it).

      Regards, Mollel

  3. I would like to go on a tangent and point out that English is not commonly used in Tanzania outside of businesses, NGOs, and the educated class. Look at report after report (UWEZO, HakiElimu etc) to find that the education system fails the nation by forcing them to learn all of their subjects in a language foreign and unhelpful to them – English. Teachers cannot teach in English and a recent World Bank report states that only 5% of teachers have minimum English standards. The language of instruction stupidifies an entire nation of people, and this is one massive and amazingly ignored fact which is causing Tanzania to have such little social development. Kids just aren’t learning anything at school; they don’t understand what’s being said to them therefore they cannot build competencies and skills. As a result they remain unemployed or underemployed. All for what? For some memorised broken English? I have little faith in English medium primary schools. The standard is low yet parents are tricked into believing they are better. We are mixing learning a foreign language – English – with language of instruction. The two are NOT the same thing. The latter is crazy nonsence; it doesn’t work. There is a national language, and it’s African! The government is ignoring this issue. Why? Because keeping children from becoming educated keeps them in power. It sets them apart from the rest.

    The education system is so poor our teachers only teach for around 2.5 hours per day. What can kids gain from this system?

    I work for an agricultural organisation and i don’t agree with the notion that Tanzanians cannot starve if they tried. While i understand the literal argument of arable land etc, agriculture is a social issue, it takes people, networks, resources, and skills to produce food. There is little support to the poorest farmers in terms of expertise (extension workers) and training; the majority of the country is using hand hoe and basic techniques; inputs are extremely expensive such as fertiliser etc; there is almost no irrigation-farming; and there is drought, albeit it not like surrounding countries. Women, our main producers, are marginalised in their communities and it takes money and dedication on the part of the government (but usually from NGOs) to ensure women and other vulnerable groups understand their rights to productive resources such as land, inheritance, marriage rights etc. Few do. Why? Because the system doesn’t inform anyone about anything which may help them. Information and access is for the powerful only, from the top to village leaders. We are keeping our people in darkness, literally and figuratively, because it maintains the status quo.

    So the essence of the article i agree with. but wapi ni beef?

  4. M G Vassaji unwittingly put his finger on the origin of the Tanzanian problems when he described his Tanzanian companion (investigative journalist) with a very noin-Tanzanian name – FELIX. Although I left TANZANIA over 50 years ago, I still remeber the KISWAHILI books in Tanzanian Scripts and the words for DOCTOR as BWANA WA NGANGA and not as DACTARI !!Like the language the culture is also affected and a lot of TANZANIAN  Foods for example are not fashionable!!We in the UK still long for the Cassawa and Bharazi with Mandhazi and Plantain where as the Tanzanians are longing for Bread/ Creosconts, Cereals, Bacon/Eggs, etc!! Like Mrs Obama straighten their Hair to look     European, although Black is beaurtiful…..
                                                            —— GAVAR NATHOO