Thursday, 17 May 2012

Reading the Megillah and the Mesibah



5)
I was asked to tell the story of Purim before reading the megillah for the benefit of the children and then began the reading of the text in hebrew before Yoseph took over the reading in the native Kikuyu language. 

Purim isn't new to this community, as messianic jews who live in the area keep jewish festivals such as Purim, although in a christian context (Joseph told me that it was therefore not a difficult step for a messianic jew to decide to believe only in the Torah and halachic teachings).

After reading the megilah we had a party. We had earlier prepared falafel from Osem's very good falafel mix that had travelled to this tiny village in Africa from Israel via Tescos. As well as the falafel balls we made 'laafa' bread for the salad and falaful. Getting the bread baked on the small charcoal burners involved not a little experimenting but we got there in the end.

 
 Bagels I had taken with me also went down a treat toasted and topped with a piece of mature english cheddar. In one evening I had introduced both bagels and falafel to Africa!


That so many people came to hear the megilah was heart warming. The community members had not jumped into a car and driven in comfort to hear the megilah but for not a few this had meant a walk of many miles over atrocious country lanes in the dark with only the moon to light their way. That is a token of the Ol Kalou jews' determination to keep their faith. 


The pictures above were taken with flash. The room was however quite dark as there is no electric power in the community. Life is quite basic.
The above scene but taken without flash 




Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Messianic jews and judaism


3)
In the week I was in Gathundia I did not witness any altercations amongst the children, not even any raised voices.

The warm personality of the soft spoken Ruth and her husband Joseph seems to be reflected in well behaved and happy children.


 
 In the cold evenings the children congregate together in the tiny smoke filled kitchen eating their dinner, and preparing the next day's school lunch.


Joseph's wife Ruth rarely sat down during the many hours that I was with Yoseph and other members of the community who would pop in. Yoseph was recovering from a bout of a flu like illness so he was taking a break from his normal routine of hard physical work.

Sorting the crop of beans. This year's harvest was meagre owing to the drought


4) Yoseph and members of the community are very interested in modern Israel and its achievements. As former messianic christians who had rejected the teachings of the New Testament they found Josephus enlightening. Josephus wrote his book the Jewish Wars which includes an account not just of the terrible slaughter inflicted on the Jews of the Land of Israel by the Romans, but of much of the life, culture personalities and even of the great building works of the Herodian period, such as the aqueducts, the city of Caesaria and its amazing harbour. That Jesus was not once referred to in this contemporary account does not lend credence to the later writings about him, even if Jesus himself existed, which is not a foregone conclusion.

Josephus confirms the Gathundia jews in their previous decision to leave christianity as practised by the messianic 'jews'. The step was not a great wrench as the messianic christian 'jewish' movement celebrates all jewish holidays, even Purim. And the sabbath is also held on Saturday the seventh day of the week as with jews according to the Bible.

My Purim visit to the community meant taking a five mile trip in a matatu (a transit van filled until the door can only close with difficulty) to an internet shop boasting a grand total of three ancient desktops in order to download a hebrew/english version of Megilat Esther that was kindly uploaded as a pdf file by Chabad. The excruciatingly slow computers were matched only by the printer. Thirteen pages took 45 minutes to print! Anyone who used the first inkjet printers of the mid 90's will remember this experience fondly.

Megilat Esther is recited each year on the festival of Purim to celebrate the saving of the jews of Persia from the vizier Haman who wished to annihilate the whole jewish community. Haman met a bad end as did a later man with the same murderous intent. And now Persia/Iran has Ahmadinejad who is unable to restrain himself when describing his genocidal intent vis-a-vis the jewish people.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Visiting the Kenyan Ol Kalou Jewish Community


2)
I spent the week of Purim with the Gathundian community and was very much affected by the warmth of this tiny community who looked after me and cared for my every need whilst I was with them. Whilst the community is very poor by any western standards they possess qualities that are lost to our materialistic society. Joseph and Ruth's family functions as a unit, with the older ones amongst the 13 children taking their roles in doing the various household tasks.

Doing the washing


For example Joseph's eldest daughter gets up at 5am, walks for an hour in order to arrive in school by 6:30am, doing her homework and preparation for the beginning of the school day at 8:30am. She stays in school until 6pm, and must attend 6 days a week. Getting home at 7:30pm the oldest sibling still at home entails caring for the younger children as well as helping with household tasks such as washing clothes. the eldest child is also delegated by the parents to mediate disputes. Joseph told me that it is rare for a dispute amongst the children to be so serious so as to be brought to their parents' attention. The younger children recognise that their sister will deal fairly with them and accept her decisions.


Ol Kalou jewish community near Mt Kenya


This account of my visit to the jewish community of Ol Kalou is long and will appear over the next few days. I will be posting pictures but first need to sort out some technical problems.

1)

Getting to this tiny jewish community situated near Mt Kenya took not a little effort and time, not least thanks to KLM which landed late at Schipo airport and then refused my boarding the connection to Nairobi. With KLM there's often some problem or other, but at least I was put up in a pleasant hotel after all the formalities. Of course there were a group of Israelis also staying in the hotel. Whenever travelling I usually manage to find an Israeli to pass the time of day in  hebrew with. And that's one of the reasons that people think that Israel is a massive country. It's so easy to meet young Israelis wherever you travel (there's a tradition in Israel that upon finishing army service an extended world trip is undertaken).

So after a night's rest the 10 hours or so flight to Nairobi was uneventful. With my super slow walking pace I managed to reach the very end of the queue for the police desk, which meant another hour getting into Kenya. Now they take your fingerprints which slows the process down further. The more you know about the country you arrive in the better as each third world country visited can otherwise involve a painful learning curve.

After making a trip to the very well guarded, and hopefully safe Israeli embassy in Nairobi, to get some books, pamphlets and maps (Thank you to both the UK and Nairobi embassies) and having walked around the capital I feel I now know the place better. Having walked much of the center of Nairobi during the day and in the evening, I believe it isn't half as dangerous as those pundits posting on the different travel forums would have you believe as long as you keep your wits about you. With a bit of common sense such as not going into unlit areas at night, finding out the lay of the land from locals, and keeping to the main streets, the people to fear are the aggressive beggars and those cunning people who sidle up to you and find some chat up line to hook you into a conversation, who stick like glue and can indeed make your life miserable. One fellow's chat up line was about how bad racism was in the UK. Managed to eventually slough him off especially as I believe the laws in the UK aren't too bad on that score, and they are enforced unlike in african countries where a little bit of ethnic cleansing and the killing of hundreds at election time doesn't go amiss.

 'Downtown' Nairobi is in the feared River Rd/Latema Rd area. During the day when walking there I didn't see any other 'Mzungu' or 'whiteys'. They keep solidly to the 'CBD', the 'Central Business Disctrict'. Wherever you walk in this area and indeed in Kenya and Uganda you will hear this appellation for white skinned people. It's usually not badly meant,  just a greeting, although one man while was writing this was very upset to see a mzungu walking around with a black lady. People in the restaurant were smiling, so the man's distress does not seem to be shared by many people.You don't want to visit the downtown area beyond River Rd after dark however as then it really is dangerous. Walking around there I saw no white faces during the day either.

I thought i'd seen it all until I was chased part way up the street in the downtown Latema Rd area during the day by a half crazed woman carrying a baby! My offence had been not to donate to her cause. The sad fact is that it is impossible to give everyone who asks, and the street beggars are especially difficult as care needs to be taken when giving so as not to be overwhelmed by a crush of those who pile on to receive their share. A crowd can materialise out of nowhere when one of them receives a donation.

Once a group of expectant kids suddenly mobbed me at which I threw all the coins I had in the air behind the throng. The throng evaporated in a flash and became instead a feeding frenzy, allowing a (somewhat) quick get away. Being mobbed in a third world country is not pleasant especially when knowing that there could be pickpockets in the crowd. And a group of pickpockets going in for the kill is something difficult to emerge financially unscathed from.

Luckily the most one especially professional group of kids got off me a few years ago was a bottle of water out of my back pocket. Although they beckoned me back to retrieve it as I receded from their sight I felt little compulsion to take up their kind offer. The group didn't try very hard to follow me partly as they were territorial, working just the particular part of the street around my hotel, and partly because I had become a different kettle of fish since the last time I met them. I hope they didn't fight too much over their share of my tiny bottle.

I had learned a technique how to deal with the pickpockets after they almost succeeded the last time I emerged from my hotel. Now you ask why, if there is a group of villains who never move and who always work the same nice hotel, one of an international chain, do the police not come and sweep them all up? Welcome to the third world. I must admit that most people in the hotel would not encounter the group as they wisely took the hotel staff's own taxis that charged three times the going rate. I like to see where I end up rather than be delivered up the street from one air conditioned door to the next. Anyway, now go back and answer the question.

So after this long digression, let's get back to the subject of the blog (Please forgive me if I digress now and again but people who come after me will most likely not only visit the jewish communities but will also wish to visit the country around. I hope such people will find the information that I have gained of some use).

Please note that I and my friends in Africa will be happy to guide you around and keep you safe. As well as covering expenses you will make a donation or fund a project in a jewish community. The jewish communities in Africa are in great need and there is much scope to tailor your donation to your particular wishes and interests. As far as possible the wider gentile community is also to be included in charitable projects. 


On the way from Nairobi to Kasuku

Getting to the Ol Kalou community takes about four hours in a minibus 'matatu' that goes from somewhere in downtown Nairobi norhtwards to the trading center of Kasuku .

Still on the way to Kasuku Trading Centre

Kasuku Trading Center - not beautiful, just a way station

From Kasuku you take a 15 minute motorbike taxi ride (and your life in your hands, especially if its raining).
You learn the meaning of 'bumpy' and drive up to the railway tracks and over them without the driver so much as glancing from one side to the other, or slowing down.



But that is of no matter as it is many years since a train passed this way.



That heritage left by the British empire has been well and truly squandered in Kenya as in Uganda. In Kenya there is one line serving Mombasa to the east of Nairobi and  Kampala to the west of it. Yet both countries are criscrossed with railway lines. One motorbike driver was cursing his country's corrupt politicians who pocket the monies intended for the upkeep of the roads and train system. I didn't think it wise to tell him that he was relatively lucky, that in Uganda the main tarmacked roads can be even more dangerous than the unsurfaced country roads, that in Kenya the surfaced roads are in a drivable condition. But then on reflection, the back roads in the hills around Ol Kalou are positively the worst i've ever seen in my life, and a bit worse again. They are a rally driver's dream. Enjoying a bit of motorbiking myself nowadays, when I hired a bike I managed to drive most of the way over the nightmarish parts (at times feeling even my teeth attempting to abandon ship it was so scary, to get to one of the community members who had broken his ribs in a fall). Having traversed the 'bad' bits I relaxed only to have the bike slide out from under us on a smooth stretch which I had thought was certainly safe! The source of my downfall was a sneaky pothole filled with sand. Toda lakel (Thank heavans) we fell onto a grassy verge and luckily had only scrapes not broken bones.

If the road from Kasuku to Gathundia was surfaced the ride would be pleasant with hardly any other traffic and the area being quite scenic.



 But the road isn't surfaced so after three and a half hours bouncing in a transit van the last thing you want is to go on a back crunching ride on a motorbike. But, if you haven't brought four of your own wheels, the motorbike is what's left.



It's just as well there is so little traffic (outside the main cities) as driving standards are not up to those of the west. The truck driver decided to stop in front of us without warning and we stopped just in time. The truck driver had got out to fiddle with his battery quite oblivious of us.  It follows that accidents are not a rare occurrence.

The two founders of the jewish community of Gathundia and their children live cheek by jowl by the end of this rocky portion of road.

Almost there, you can see where the rocky part begins
 Just before you get to Yosef's house the mud path peters out and pure rock begins. Rather than be shaken to bits i'd sometimes get off beforehand and walk the rest of the way. It didn't rain when I was there but it would have been treacherous when wet. Motorbike taxis are not for the faint hearted at the best of times, but in the rain you really need to have said that tephilat  haderekh (prayer for the way).

It doesn't look to bad in the picture, but your back will really 'appreciate' the last stretch of road.

Arrived at Yosef's house!
Three year old Sarah is just the sweetest little girl!


Sarah
But then all of Yosef's children are lovely and so well behaved. They interact with each other nicely and I saw no bullying or unpleasantness in the week I was with the family.


Some of Yosef's children.
Yosef has thirteen children, as does Avraham.

So let me introduce you to Yosef,  the kitchen and Yosef's lovely and ever so hard working wife Ruth.

Yosef exhorting me to eat. The dish on the left has water melon in it.
 
Ruth in the kitchen
 The kitchen is the mainstay of the home and as it is so smoky from the charcoal fire is outside the house, lucky for me. I kept my distance as having serious asthma I could easily meet my end in that kitchen. I mainly preferred to wait in the house with Yosef to sample the end products.

 Before I popped my head inside the kitchen I took the deepest breath I could and held it whilst snapping with my camera.
Naomi's in the red hat, as industrious as her mum Ruth


The kids spend most of their time in the kitchen


especially after dark when the sun goes down and the air takes on a chill due to the high altitude near Mt Kenya. The warm kitchen area is the place to be and the kids don't seem to notice the smoke. I wouldn't last more than 5 minutes in there.

The synagogue is found on the land of Abraham Ndungu.



 Abraham and his sons farm some 20 acres of land in their tiny community of aspiring jews whose greatest wish is to be accepted as full jews by the wider jewish community.

The community however lacks anyone trained in the orthodox stream of judaism and when Avraham and Yosef made overtures to the orthodox community in Nairobi they were all but rejected. They were not given the welcome they had hoped for from the community but given a book by the rabbi and all but dismissed. This is standard procedure with converts who are only accepted into the fold after having shown great and persistant commitment to join the jewish faith. The Jews of Ol Kalou have that commitment learning from the book which explained the jewish faith and rituals and passing their knowledge on to their children.

Avraham's grandchildren with Bet Haknesset in background


The Ol Kalou jews also turned towards the Abayudaya community centered in Nabugoya near the town of Mbale in Uganda who are led by their conservative movement ordained rabbi Gershom Suzomu. When rabbi Suzomu visited the Gathundia/Ol Kalou community he was convinced of the sincerity of the community and extended the help of the Abayudayah community that was established in 1924. The rabbi facilitated the converting and educating of the children of Gathundia who make their way to the Abayudaya community in Uganda. 



A number of the younger members of the Gathundia community have now undergone conversion by rabbis belonging to the Conservative movement in America. As the journey to Uganda is long and expensive for community members, it is unlikely that the older members will ever make the trip, or be recognised as jews by any orthodox stream of jewry. Another problem is that a bet din (religious court of three rabbis) to examine candidates for conversion is only convened in Nabugoyah the Abayudaya center every 3-5 years.

Friday, 16 March 2012

Meeting the Ol Kalou Jewish Community


This account of my visit to Keny and Uganda's jewish communities, of Ol Kalou and the Abayudaya is long and will appear over the coming days.

1)

I visited the tiny Ol Kalou jewish community in Kenya ( near Mt Kenya ) after passing by the very well guarded Israeli embassy in Nairobi to pick up some books, pamphlets and maps (Thank you to both the UK and Nairobi embassies) . I spent the time on my hands before leaving for Ol Kalou by walking around the capital. Having walked much of the center of Nairobi during the day and in the evening I now believe it isn't half as dangerous as those pundits posting on the different travel forums will have you believe. The hotel staff who try to persuade you to take taxis they order for you are of course interested in hyping up the dangers (most likely for a share of the take).

With a bit of common sense such as not going into unlit areas, and keeping to the main streets, the only people to fear are the aggressive beggars who truth be told, can make your life miserable. But they aren't everywhere, so if you find yourself in Nairobi center I would recommend not to be put off walking ( as long as you keep a careful watch). After a day or two of getting to know the layout of the place, there isn't in truth much to see. There are few, if any buildings of any architectural significance and the Uhuru park is little more than grassed over wasteland. The feeling is of an old délabré colonial city, at least in the center around Kenyatta Ave. It goes downhill from there.
The only unpleasant incident I had was when I was chased a little way up the street in the downtown area during the day by a half crazed woman carrying a baby, and who was trying to punch me with her free hand! Luckily she became out of breath before me an asthmatic not in the best of fitness came to a standstill (It's surprising what one can do when the adrenilin is racing around the body). I warded off her punches with my cloth bag bought from a supermarket in Germany. It was very nice and weighty with a water bottle in it, the perfect yet harmless disincentive to punching me. My offense had been my disinclination to donate to her cause. The sad fact is that it is impossible to give everyone who asks, and the street beggars are especially difficult as care needs to be taken when giving so as not to be overwhelmed by a crush of those who pile on to receive their share.
Once when a mob of expectant kids made for me I threw all the coins I had in the air behind the throng. That saved me from being mobbed and allowed a (somewhat) quick get away. Not very dignified, but being the target of a feeding frenzy isn't the most pleasant feeling.
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Getting to the Ol Kalou community takes about three hours in a minibus 'matatu' that goes from somewhere downtown. 'Downtown' is in the feared River Rd/Latema Rd area. During the day when walking there I didn't see any other 'Mzungu' or 'whiteys'. Wherever you walk in this area and indeed in Kenya and Uganda you will hear this appellation. It's usually not badly meant,  just a greeting, although one man while I have been writing this was very upset to see a 'mzungu' walking around with a black lady. People in the restaurant were smiling, so the man's distress does not seem to be shared by all. Apart from the above incident downtown i've not encountered any bad feelings directed towards me.
After a few hours in the Matatu I arrived in Kasuku a small trading centre and was met by one of my hosts. We took a couple of 'boda boda' motorcycle taxis to Gathundia to meet the Ol Kalou community. The main road was okay, but the couple of kilometres or so dirt road to the village was in quite bad condition, not ideal if like me you suffer from a bad back! The boda drivers would make good rally motorcyclists in the UK. I'm sure the conditions they face are much the worst possible. One track I travelled on was unbelievable. Luckily it wasn't raining.
The center of the jewish community of Gathundia is as usual the synagogue. This is found on the land of Abraham Ndungu. Abraham and his sons farm some 20 acres of land in their tiny community of aspiring jews whose greatest wish is to be accepted by the wider jewish community.

The community lacks anyone trained in the orthodox stream of judaism. They felt rejected when their overtures to the orthodox community in Nairobi were all but rejected. The Ol Kalou jews turned instead towards the Abayudaya community centered in Nabugoya near the town of Mbale in Uganda and led by their conservative trained rabbi Gershom Suzomu (this doesn't mean that the OK jews have turned their backs on orthodoxy. I was given to feel that they would very much like to be accepted by the orthodox community, however slight the possibility of that happening). When rabbi Suzomu visited the Gathundia/Ol Kalou community he was convinced of their sincerity and extended the help of the relatively long established Abayudayah community to them by facilitating the converting and educating of children of Gathundia who make their way to the Abayudaya community in Uganda. 

Some of the younger members of the Gathundia community have now undergone conversion by rabbis belonging to the Conservative movement in America. As the journey to Uganda is long and expensive for community members, it is unlikely that they will ever make the trip, or ever be reccognised as jews by any official stream of jewry. Another problem is that a bet din to examine candidates for conversion is only convened in Nabugoyah the Abayudaya center every 3-5 years.


Saturday, 21 January 2012

Refuah Shelema to Jessica רפואה שלמה

Update 13th May 2012 - On my last visit to Uganda I believed that there was a possibility that some of my donations were not used for the purpose I thought they were intended for. I decided to make some investigations yet could still not get to the bottom of the matter which bothered me most, as to whether the undoubtedly sick child had actually received the operation I paid for. 


I am somewhat chastened and believe now that monies donated should be followed up closely if they are intended for a communal purpose, or if they are intended to achieve any other goal. 
People are very needy and I will still make small donations to individuals as in the past, but communal charity should not be given to one individual and forgotten about.


I feel that the giver of charity has a responsibility to  follow up and see that the intended beneficiaries actually benefit from the charity given. This is not a foregone conclusion.
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Solomon informed me about Jessica a child with a heart problem who he has taken under his wing and for whom funds were needed to pay for an operation. I'm happy to say that the modest amount that Solomon needed has meant that Jessica in the last week underwent a successful heart operation in the privately run chinese hospital in Jinja Uganda.

Solomon says that Jessica although very poorly after the operation is now out of danger. 

Solomon has been מסירת נפש
in taking food, milk and medicaments to Jessica and those caring for her. These are not provided by the hospital.

Everything has to be provided for by the family or as the little girl has no family, by Solomon who cares for Jessica and other orphans in the Abayudaya's Namanyonyi community.

'Ya Shekoach' Solomon for all you have done.

רפואה   שלמה Jessica. May you have a long, healthy and happy life.

N.B. This post was written after shabbat ended. The recorded time is wrong.

Monday, 9 January 2012

With less than two months now until the next trip there is still room in my case for essentials for the Abayudaya

There is a very great need indeed for antimalarials. If you have any left over from a recent trip then they are urgently needed. This need is open ended and in whatever quantity will be useful (with at least 1year before expiry). The main drugs are Malarone (proguanil & atovaquone), Lariam (mefloquine) and Doxycycline but if you have other antimalarials such as those used to treat cases of malaria (e.g. Coarthemeter - artemether and lumefantrine ) please get in touch as there no doubt about it, anti-malarials you provide will save lives.

  • Mosquito Nets (preferably impregnated with Permethrin)
  • Medicines - antimalarials, antibiotics of any kind but expecially doxycycline.
  • Dressings
  • Multi-vitamins, iron tablets etc
  • Small torches
  • Toothbrushes
  • Deet mosquito repellant
  • Mosquito coils (slow burning, not electric as few homes have electricity)
  • Musical Instruments - lightweight (I have to put them in my suitcase). Descant/Treble recorders that you no longer need are the ideal instrument as they are a fully functioning instrument to learn on with the bonus that I can put a number in my bag. The odd violin, clarinet, flute etc or even a guitar might also be of use.
  • Laptops/Netbooks - They don't have to be new but should be in good working order. It is not essential to have a working battery but it will be helpful if the battery does work as power cuts are frequent.
  • Solar Panel installation sponsorship - this would enable communities not connected to the power grid to have light after dark, be able to recharge mobile phones, torches.....
  • Religious items - kosher tephillin, mezuzot etc. Different communities will have different needs. Finding these out will be part of my next trip in March 2011.
  • If you wish to sponsor a child through school or a student through university then you will be contributing to the future prosperity of the community. Less than £1,000 a year will see a child through school, and £3,000 a year for a student to go to university. There are many young people who have passed all their exams yet had to drop out of university because of funding problems. If you sponsor a named child through school/university then you will be given their details and regular updates as well as the details of how your money is spent. If you wish to sponsor anyone mentioned on this blog then feel free to contact me. 
If you don't have money to contribute, then maybe you have time to spare and a skill instead?
  • Do you speak Hebrew or French? Do you have skills in IT or music? Maybe you can teach guitar, recorder or keyboard? If you can provide the lessons i'll provide the instrument(s). 
  • Are you medically trained, a nurse or a doctor? You could train up first responders in basic life saving skills. Maybe you have another skill that you think might be useful. 
  • You will need to commit yourself to a minimum of one month and finance yourself whilst volunteering, Costs will be minimal but accomodation will be basic.

    Sunday, 1 January 2012

    Music

    The abayudaya are very musical. They have many of their own melodies that they sing during the course of the service in synagogue. There is little harmonisation but the songs are sung with feeling and a sense of rhythm and musicality. Many of their songs are sung in Luganda language.

    Culturally rich as the abayuday music is, I feel that it would be nice if abayudaya children would have the opportunity to learn western music. I have played instruments for much of my life and hope abayudaya kids will similarly be able to experience the enjoyment I have had from playing music. Apart from the sheer pleasure there is evidence that learning to play an instrument provides a whole range of skills, social, educational and cognitive.


    There were no instruments available for general use of the children although I saw a few well used instruments in one community member's house. There is no teacher of music in the abayudaya community.

    I took some recorders along with me when I visited the community in November as these really are a most efficient way of getting to grips with western music. 

    I was unable to teach any of the school children as they had just broken up for their long holidays. But whilst I was playing for msyelf Samson and his friend expressed interest in learning.  In the space of a few days they had mastered almost the whole of the first octave, and even started on the second. They might have a natural sense of rhythm, but they found it hard going learning to read from manuscript. This was after all a crash course! I had less than a week to teach them the rudiments of music and playing the recorder before I had to leave. I was just amazed at how seriously they took to their new instrument and how much we accomplished.




    I left exercises, music and a few instruments behind for Samson and friends to practise. Samson is going to pass on his new skills to those who were unable to join in, in time for my next visit.

    This really is not the best way to go about introducing young people to music, but it will have to do for the moment. I'll be back with more instruments and be able to teach for another week soon. The ideal solution would be to have a teacher visit the community on a regular basis to give lessons. If you are interested in sponsoring a music teacher for the abayudaya then please contact me via the email at the top of the page.