This morning I arrived at our primary school (actually the Tanzanian word for this level of education is better, I think -- shule ya msingi, foundation school) at 10:15 a.m. for the school's graduation. I arrived late (the festivities were scheduled to begin at 9:00 a.m.) because I have so many things in the air right now and had to get some work done.
The ceremony ended -- get this! -- at a little after 5:00 p.m. It was a long day -- frankly, too long. Too many folks spoke too many words. It was unfortunate because what should have been the highlight -- the awarding of the "leaving certificate" -- was done without solemnity, in a very rushed manner.
Things were so long that there was a break for a meal in the middle of the ceremony (the meal was meant to conclude the ceremony).
Despite all the problems with the graduation ceremony, it was wonderful to be part of it. It is the first graduation of the primary school, and the pioneers were proud to be the first. But now I am content to pour a cold one and rest a bit before I receive a guest from Morogoro, Mchungaji Joshua Magyar, a Lutheran pastor who was at language school with me. It will be good to catch up with him (he's from the US, having been most recently pastoring in Montana).
