In a
photo published in a magazine, Sr. Mary Vertucci, a Maryknoll Missionary, was
standing in a crowd of happy-looking Maasai girls. In love as I am with Africa, it was not the
location of the shot but the Vertucci name that first attracted my
attention. I wanted to find out more
about my fellow alumna of the College of St. Elizabeth. You see, I have cousins in Naples and Cilento
in Italy whose last name is Vertucci. I
thought Sr. Mary might be cousin to my cousins, a relationship that counts for
something both among Neapolitans and among the Maasai. Mary and I have never been able to establish
whether my cousins are her cousins, but I now know this about her: I admire and
support the work she is doing with those girls at the Emusoi Center in Tanzania.
Emusoi’s website declares it to be “a safe and supportive place
that seeks to provide and facilitate opportunities for education for secondary
school age Maasai girls: to enable each to become aware of her potential and
worth as a person; to realize the value of education for herself and her
community; and to engender a desire to discover ways to use her education to
influence change for the good of her community. This is accomplished by giving
these young women a chance to continue
their education beyond primary school level.”
Before we
go on, let’s talk about the Maasai. They are a pastoral tribe that inhabits
southern Kenya and northern Tanzania.
Their culture is ancient and has, to a certain extent, withstood the
assault of change. In the late 19th
and early 20th centuries, the British moved into their territory and
began to corral them and their herds into reservations to make room for European
settlers. The Maasai culture has been
threatened ever since.
There are
beautiful things about their way of life, and preserving them seems worth a
struggle: the closeness of helping, supportive families, their sustainable way
of using the land by migrating their cattle.
There are also traditions that do not sit well with modern thinking,
like female circumcision and the complete subjugation of women. The place of girls in their society is what I
want to emphasize.
The
Maasai practice polygamy. It is not unheard of for a wealthy man to have as
many as fourteen wives. These men acquire
their women by buying girls and paying with cattle. Fathers value girl children because they can
bring a bride price. The girl sold for
cattle will then have no choice but to go off to bear the children and tend the
animals of her husband. Her girl
children will be sold in turn. Educating
a girl in this environment is seen as a waste, at best, since it does not
increase the price that her father can charge for her.
Some
fathers, out of affection for their daughters or their mothers, can be persuaded
to give up or postpone the income and let their daughters continue into
secondary school, but with the AIDS crisis, many girls have lost their mothers
and their fathers and become pretty much the chattel of uncles and
grandfathers.
Here is
where Emusoi comes in. Its name means “discovery” or “awareness” in the Maasai language. Emusoi is not a school. It is a place where Maasai girls can live in peace
and security while they continue their studies in nearby schools. The students often arrive, accompanied by
female relatives, in defiance of the men who wish to seal their fates. The women who bring them often suffer
brutality at the hands of men whose plans for the girls are frustrated. The girls often arrive with only the clothes
on their backs. One poor child had to
give back to her mother the cloth she was wrapped in and the car tire sandals
she wore because they were borrowed. In
a sense she came to Emusoi naked.
Sister
Mary and the Emusoi staff teach the girls their true worth and what their
future can hold—beyond bearing children and
caring for the herd. They can preserve
what is best in their ancient way of life by learning about the laws of the
country and how to stand up for their people when their rights are denied. They can help their families beyond just
bringing in a bride price. They can
learn medicine—how to care for the sick of
their tribe. Most of the girls who have
passed through Emusoi have returned to help their people. A woman from New Jersey named Mary Vertucci
founded Emusoi in 1999 to help them. The
hardest thing she has to do in her work is to turn away the 60% of girls who
want to learn, because she does not have the means to support them.
If you
want to learn more, here are two ways:
You can buy
the book Emusoi: Maasai Girls Tell Their
Stories by Kasia Parham. It’s available here:
You will
read in their own words the stories of, among others, Anna, whose mother
stopped her circumcision ceremony and brought her to Emusoi instead. And of Neema, whose brave mother spirited her
away rather than see her sold into marriage at age 12 in return for a truckload
of beer. All the profits from the sale
of the book go to Emusoi.
And you
can go here:
You may decide to help the effort by clicking
the donate button. I invite you to join
me in becoming a regular supporter. Each
month, a small amount is charged to my credit card. It makes nary a blip on my monthly balance,
but it means a lot the girls of Emusoi.
And it makes me feel good when I receive Sr. Mary’s monthly email reports of their progress.
Thank you, Annamaria. It's always heartening amid all the depressing news to read about people making a difference one child at a time.
ReplyDeleteAs you say, the Masai are fascinating people and there is a political story here too. Apart from the links you give, interested mystery readers should read two excellent books - Strange Gods (I trust everyone knows that you are the author of that one!) and Richard Crompton's Hour of the Red God. Seems gods are abroad in African mystery fiction these days! There is also Kwei Quartey's Wife of the Gods set in Ghana. However Detective Kubu hasn't come across any as yet...
Michael, I beg to differ. There may not have been gods involved, but Kubu made the plight of some African children plain in Deadly Harvest. I was not only vastly entertained by that book, but informed of an issue I had no idea existed. For which I thank you and Stan.
DeleteI was once told that the best way to clean up a mess is start with what's right in front of your face, and just keep on moving until it's done. I'd like to hope that with dedicated folks like the Vertucci cousins, there's a chance of doing much the same for these poor children. Thanks for raising it, Annamaria.
DeleteExactly so, Jeff, but step one is to know about the mess. I am hoping to call attention to this one so people who care to, might help with the improvement efforts. Are you in NYC? I would love to see you.
DeleteNot yet, but soon...at least for four days.... miss you too:)
Deletethank you for the information that is conveyed very informative at all
ReplyDeleteGreat article. Looks like a wonderful project. It was while living in Arusha that I first met the Maasai and this brought back happy memories. I was also shocked though at the practice of FGM which I learned a lot about in research, including meeting a practitioner and witnessing it happen (at a discreet distance). It is woven into the culture but important steps are being made against it. I hope I can visit Emusoi next time I am in Arusha.
ReplyDeleteHello Richard, Thank you for your kind words. I am happy to introduce Emusoi to a person familiar with the issues. I hope you will try to visit.
DeleteThanks for sharing this news of Emusoi and the plight of the Maasai girls with all your blog readers. We just finished selecting 40 new students out of the over 200 who were asking for places. It is heart-breaking to turn some of them away, but we are unable to support them all in school. Our group from this year are very happy; all have been accepted by various secondary schools and they will be beginning the school year in January. Hopefully, 9 of the best girls will be supported by scholarships and we are still looking for support of the 30 others! Thanks again for sharing the news of our Center
ReplyDeleteMary, I am happy to spread the news. As Michael said above, it is heartening in this world beset by trouble to come across a person making things better for one child at a time.
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