Elliot and I were at the markets, and plums had just come in. This is very exciting! There’s lots of fresh fruit in Dodoma, but it’s always the same ones – mangoes, pineapples and bananas, watermelon, passionfruit, sometimes guavas. Maybe that sounds wonderful and exotic to you, and much of […]
Tamie Davis is an Aussie living in Tanzania, blogging at meetjesusatuni.com.
Perhaps my expectations had been set awry by the publicity around Roxanne Gay’s Bad Feminist, but I was pretty disappointed by it. I was expecting a manifesto for bad feminism, which I think is a really interesting way of describing fourth wave feminism, and the fact that there is no […]
The topic of the TAFES Dodoma Associates dinner we went to was ‘The Rising Divorce Rate’, and after contributions from several members, the speaker gave his point of view. He largely argued that the reason for divorce is that people have left God’s design for marriage. What followed was an […]
Arthur and I feel like we’re not that good at taking or doing holidays. It’s something we’re still learning. I guess that’s partly settling into being a family on holidays (rather than a couple), partly our personalities, and partly living cross-culturally where you can never switch off entirely. We’ve just […]
The longer we’ve been in Tanzania, the more convinced Arthur and I have become that we need to come to terms with Tanzanian Pentecostalism. What are its distinctives? How is it different from Pentecostalism in Australia? What is its history? Where is it at these days? As I’ve chatted with […]
Cards on the table: I belong at least loosely in the complementarian camp, though most people we meet are surprised by that, which is either an indictment of Arthur and me as complete hypocrites, or a wonderful compliment because in our view, good complementarians should look like egalitarians (and the […]
We were at a dinner for TAFES Associates in Dodoma, when we were offered goat intestine soup. We tried it of course, and it was not bad, even the furry bits – definitely better than the fried goat liver I’d eaten for breakfast in a village the previous weekend! We […]