Sunday is not a day of rest for my
colleague Christine and myself. Today we are meeting an organisation based just
outside of Arusha, CEDESOTA, working on land rights. Jackson, the Coordinator
is taking us out to one of the wards (consisting of 4 villages) where they work.
We set out on the road to Kilimanjaro – one
of the highways in Tanzania. Again I am impressed by the well maintained lawn
and flower beds which surround the businesses and hotels we pass. They take
such care of things in this country. We drive past a car dealership selling
shiny new 4x4s, blue tractors and red motorbikes. The scene is juxtaposed by
the herds’ boy passing with his goats, grazing along the road as they go, and framed
by the tree covered hills and mountains – old and new Tanzania.
I am enthralled still by the ‘garden
centres’ one finds by the side of roads in Tanzania – beautiful plants, trees
and shrubs lined up carefully in neat lines , ready for buyers to jump out of
their cars. There are no garden gnomes here, instead, a pair of tall ceramic
geese. The further we get out of Arusha
the more coffee plantations we see, mixed in with maize and the banana trees,
looking as though they are ready to launch into the sky, and which, it appears,
can grow virtually anywhere.
About 30 kilometres outside the city we
leave the “tarmac road” as Jackson calls it. At the mouth of the track we’re
taking stand the usual assortment of stalls and small shops: a hair dresser,
vegetable sellers. Soon we have driven through these and there is nothing for
miles except a sea of sunflowers. Initially they are green and growing but as
we clock up the miles the plants become brown, the leaves tissue paper like,
brittle. There has not been enough rain here. The local villages will suffer.
We pass a boy with an 8 foot metal joist
balancing precariously on the back of his bike; another is leading a solitary
cow by a rope. The road is bumpy, crumpled by a giant’s hand. We are now in
pastoralist areas we are told. Some have been forced to settle due to increasing
pressure on land and we catch a glimpse through the sunflowers of a small blue
house with an immaculate garden and chicken coup.
Land is an issue in Tanzania. Pastoralists,
traditionally nomads who travel with their herds using the different seasons as
their guide, are now fighting against those who wish to put the land to other
uses, whether they be tourist companies, multinationals or the Tanzanian
government. African Initiatives are about to start a new project with the
Ujaama Community Resource Trust (UCRT), an organisation who has worked in the
Ngorongoro district for many years. In the past African Initiatives has
supported UCRT and their communities to put together Land Use Plans, legal
documents which legalise the pastoralist right to use their land, their way.
This new programme goes a step further. For the first time UCRT will work with
multiple villages to secure rights over communal grazing land, so important for
their livelihoods and, of course often the only water sources in the area. The
project will reach 64,000 pastoralists. Importantly, it will also secure land
rights for 33,000 women- traditionally unable to own land.
As we drive back towards the tarmac road I
wonder how my community would act if we had to suddenly fight for our right to
live there. The villages which UCRT will work with, and those supported by CEDESOTA
would, I think, have a big advantage over us – they are united. And as Jackson
says, “We cannot succeed if we are not united.”
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