A Dusty and Bumpy Road Trip Across Northwestern Tanzania


This is Part 1 of a 7 part series on my experiences in Tanzania while volunteering with a U.S. based NGO to build a library and community resource center in the village of Nyegina, near the shores of Lake Victoria. To read other parts of this series, please use the term “Tanzania” in this site’s search function.

I looked through the streaked and pitted windows of the van I was sharing with six other volunteers from the Midwest as we headed four hours north from Mwanza’s primitive airport to Nyegina, a small village outside of Musoma. We had joined Tanzania Development Support, a U.S based NGO that was partnering with other in-country organizations to build the first phase of a library and community resource center in this village.



We were traveling on the B-6, one of Tanzania’s national roads. It serves as a lifeline between Mwanza and Musoma in the remote northwestern part of the country, connecting people and goods with the scattered villages that lie along its long and dusty 220 kilometers. This two lane road’s shoulders weren’t broad enough to contain the scores of people as they walked from village to village. Vying for the narrow space were donkey-pulled carts and herds of goats and cattle. Women of all ages were carrying water jugs, firewood, and vegetables. Countless numbers of gaunt riders were hauling either sugarcane, baskets with chickens inside, construction supplies, chairs, or various other odds and ends on their wobbly bicycles.






As we made our way, the numbers of people, equipment, and animals were increasing. They soon overwhelmed the shoulders and were forced use of the road’s pavement itself. Our van’s driver weaved and dodged in and amongst this mix of man and beast. Other drivers from the opposite direction did the same. Their hulking trucks and smoke-belching buses rushed by us with only inches separating their side view mirror from ours. 


Like many of the country’s roads, this one seemed to be under perpetual reconstruction. Where the repair was underway, the whole road was closed, not just one of the lanes. The locals created parallel dirt tracks into the adjoining scrub land. After running for miles, these tracks eventually connected back to the stretch of main road not currently under repair. From the look of things, these rough detours have been in use for some time. They proved to be very dusty and bumpy affairs. 

They also proved to be hard on our bottoms and on the van as well. One of our tires blew and shredded as we neared the western edge of the Serengeti. Standing in the shade of an acacia tree, we observed this part of the world while our driver worked in the heat to change the tire. More of the women and young girls we saw earlier filed past, looked at us puzzled as they continued on their way, carrying large water containers or bundles of wood on their heads. A young shirtless boy was shepherding his herd of fly-covered cattle in a nearby field.  Beyond him we saw matted, mangy looking wildebeests off in the distance. Nearby, people were washing themselves and their clothing in a small fetid puddle that had formed in the roadside ditch. Others were making their way back to their basic mud brick and thatched-roof homes, ignoring the trash and garbage that blew through their yards and the surrounding fields.



Dusk arrived early at this equatorial location. The setting sun turned into a muddled and dirty yellow, its light filtered by the suspended dust and dirt from the roadway’s traffic. In the din, our van’s weak headlights illuminated the hand-painted sign announcing our arrival at the Epheta Center, located directly on the shores of Lake Victoria in Musoma’s Makoko neighborhood. Dr. Kurt, professor and president of Tanzania Development Support, greeted us at the locked gates. He arrived several days earlier along with ten university students from the U.S. They were part of a work/study program through the university where Dr. Kurt teaches and would be helping us with the library’s construction.



This residential compound is surrounded by masonry walls topped off with shards of broken glass. It is operated and maintained by the Capuchin friars, serving as a quiet retreat for priests, nuns, and lay persons who from time to time need rest and reflection, spiritual or otherwise. For the next several weeks, it would serve as our home and for the rest and reflection we would need while we help build the new library and learn of the needs of the people of the Musoma and Nyegina region.  

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