Tired of Being Mzungu in Tanzania

Tired of Being Mzungu in Tanzania

Tired of Being Mzungu in Tanzania

I leave Tanzania in three days and it’s time to go. It’s been three months of cold showers, upset stomachs, and tough lessons, perhaps the toughest of which was this: I will forever be a tourist here. No matter how long I stay or how many local kids I love or how good my Swahili gets, I will never fit in. I can’t escape the label that my skin sticks bright and clear on my forehead. I am just a mzungu, only a white person.

That’s all there is to me. I am not a friend, not an enemy, sometimes not even a fellow human, but a representation, a generalization, water to oil. I am here to give things: my time, money, toys and clothes. These things are my identity.

A few times a week a volunteer like me, walking innocently along, not bothering anyone, is approached by kids or grown-ups (usually kids) who hold out a flat palm and demand in a hard voice, “Give me my money!” First of all, none of us carry large amounts of money with us because a) we don’t have much – we’re volunteers, remember? – and b) we might get mugged.

The habit of expecting money from mzungus is engrained in their culture. Somebody taught them this, and that somebody is not going to teach them otherwise.

Our standard response is to imitate them: we hold out our hands and say, “You give me my money!” But it never does any good. The habit of expecting money from mzungus is engrained in their culture. Somebody taught them this, and that somebody is not going to teach them otherwise.

As far as I can tell, the confusedness of race relations here for the most part stems from nothing more hostile than ignorance, passed down through the generations. There were maybe two or three Tanzanians on my flight from Amsterdam to Kilimanjaro; the rest of us were American or European tourists. Whereas in the west travel for leisure is a popular pastime, the majority of Tanzanians cannot afford such a hobby.

I don’t think they get out of their country much, and especially not off their continent.

Most of them don’t have televisions, cutting off access to documentaries and international news channels. They must eventually study history or geography in school, but I have no idea whether the national curriculum includes any study of Europe or Asia, for example, or North America.

No, I am not rich. I’m not poor like you, but I’m not rich like you think I am. One of the things I’m most looking forward to about going home is getting away from all the attention people pay us in the street here due one hundred percent to the color of our skin.

I know that my students didn’t even know Tanzania was part of Africa, so I’m not holding out much hope for the existence of vast world knowledge on their part. Due probably in part to this lack of understanding, everything is black and white to most Tanzanians I’ve encountered – literally black and white.

No, I am not rich. I’m not poor like you, but I’m not rich like you think I am. One of the things I’m most looking forward to about going home is getting away from all the attention people pay us in the street here due one hundred percent to the color of our skin. I often walk part of the trip to and from work with other volunteers.

Daladala conductors grab our wrists; taxi and bodaboda drivers shout after us offering rides; we hear hisses, catcalls, whistles, shouts.

Generally I choose not to respond, a habit acquired from months of receiving this treatment. If I’m in a good mood I’ll offer a simple, quiet greeting and/or a small smile in return.

Mostly people just holler “Mzungu!” or “Hey ‘zungu!” Generally I choose not to respond, a habit acquired from months of receiving this treatment. If I’m in a good mood I’ll offer a simple, quiet greeting and/or a small smile in return. Always dissatisfied, they keep yelling. They shout harshly at my back after I walk past: “Mzungu! Mzungu! Ay, mzungu! ‘Zungu! MA-ZUNG-U!”

These are not hostile greetings, but neither are they friendly; locals speak to me on the street in exactly the kind of tone you might use with a disobedient dog named Mzungu.

Our natural first reaction is to think, “Would you like it if you were walking down the street and I yelled ‘hey, black person!’ at you? Because it’s the same thing.” I want to inform these people that I do have an actual name, and it is not “mzungu.” That word’s definition encompasses, in my opinion, only a small portion of my identity – but to them, it’s all I have to offer. For this reason and for the manner in which it is often delivered, I’ve come to find it offensive.

I think that while it is not intended as such on every occasion, “mzungu” definitely crawls with shades of not-so-nice connotations, especially used, as one volunteer heard it, in the context of a hospital delivery room.

I think that while it is not intended as such on every occasion, “mzungu” definitely crawls with shades of not-so-nice connotations, especially used, as one volunteer heard it, in the context of a hospital delivery room. Women here give birth without much medication and if they scream or cry during labor, they’re mockingly called mzungus. That’s funny because it’s true, but not so flattering, hm?

Frankly, I have never in my life been on this end of racism and I hate it. But after I have time to cool down after particularly frustrating incidents, I consider that perhaps it’s good for me to feel this way, to be treated like this. I understand that people with so little might feel resentful of people with so much that they can afford to give it away, who can afford to work for free.

And so many people every day all over the world fall victim to abuse because of the color of their skin, but rarely does this happen to white people – we’re overdue for a little battering around, you might say. I’ve found that I don’t handle it as gracefully as I should.

I’ve found that I’m ready to go home and not hear that grating, segregating word ever again.

Mzungu
Mzungu

Tired of Being Mzungu in Tanzania
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22 thoughts on “Tired of Being Mzungu in Tanzania

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    Buck Rivers
    June 18, 2019
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    Go home then. This whole article until the last paragraph is written with such a cynical tone. These are people living their lives and then here come these ZUNGUs interrupting everything. They are poor because of colonialism. The kids don’t know that, but they can feel the disdain of having a people destroy your future then come back to “volunteer” hundreds of years later. It is engrained in every facet of society. So please, go home and be comfortable in your space. Every POC in Europe and North America feels like an outsider and most of us are born and raised here. You got a small taste of being in somebody else’s home and you’re mad that they want to call you what you are? Zungu means “wander” or “spin”. Wazungu wandered in years ago and wandered out with 1/3rd of the African population so you’ll get over a little name calling.

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    Paul Heinegg
    March 12, 2019
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    I lived in Dar Es Salaam for 5-1/2 years. My neighbors and fellow workers called me “Baba Ayo”–the name of my oldest child.

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    December 7, 2018
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    Hi. I stumbled upon your post as I was looking for associated content with mzungu. (I have another blog in mind, I might call the mzungu chronicles).
    Sorry about your experience. I can understand it being a mzungu myself, I spent a good bit of my teens in East Africa, Kenya mostly. And yes, we will never cease to be wazungu.
    I hope you have recovered and that your African experience is slowly filtering out the bad to keep only the good.
    Cheers (Kwaheri sassa) 😉
    Brian

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    Dora
    June 14, 2018
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    Wow! I feel really sorry for Amanda and any other person with the same experience in Tanzania. I am a Tanzania, born and raised here. And yes i never understood it myself at a young age i would scream mzungu if one crosses my street. Point fingers so my friends would also see. Back then shouting that word didn’t mean being racist. Kids are mostly innocent and know nothing about descrimination. For us we grew up believing that white People are superior more like heroes that we see in movies. Yes rich too because of how many are potrayed on television and so on. So i would screem mzungu being happy to finally see one, proud actually and if she or he smiled at me then that was a bonus. I Dont know about today but i know most kids…the unfortunate ones who dont have much exposure and knowledge would only call Mzungu to get attention in the hope of been seen or even talked to. To them it is like meeting a celebrity. They have it in their mind that the white people are rich so again it could be the stories told, history or pure ignorance but has nothing to do with racism. I have been there and done that. Now being a grown woman i partly understand why kids would screem mzungu” or even run up behind them as they walk maybe to touch their clothes or hands. Then they would go home saying they saw one and spoke to one and touched one. I dont know how to really put it but its more like pride for them. And as for the grown ups…the daladala men and bodaboda drivers, businesemen or women on the streets its almost the same thing. Assuming the white People have money, give tips, are kinder and nicer. So they call out to make them use their services or buy their products thinking they wil pay good money. It is because we are à developing country and we stil have a lot of uneducated brothers and sisters and worse it could be the culture too. Our beliefs have a lot to do with how we see the world and the people. I am sure it is not hate to the other race but more like seeking for help and attention. Most Tanzanians reading this would agree that we love white people, if anything we are even proud to be seen as one of them. Dress like them, speak like them and even think like them. Because we believe they are good. I feel so sad because most of them dont feel good about how we view them ‘ATM’ thingy…and again it is all about the culture and beliefs. Still all that being said i know a lot of white people who have stayed in Tanzania shortly or longer but have had the best time. It’s about how you choose to see it as, if you stop shake à few hands or just wave it wont make a big difference but again if you laugh it off and move on you might Just be as understanding as you can be. Tanzania is a very peaceful country, if you stopped to ask for direction or information to one person…two others would come over to hear you out in the hope of providing better help…and again if they ask for money out of it just apologize for having Non and slowly walk away. Everywhere in the world people seek opportunities..good people too, its worse in developing countries. But they wouldn’t hurt you or even talk back because they have nothing against you but simply Just trying their luck.

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    Charis
    April 3, 2018
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    I really relate to this. I think most of the commenters misunderstood you, we all know what the word means and where it comes from, but walking down the street and having packs of men SCREAAAMING at the top of their lungs MZUNGU MZUNGU HEEEY MUZUNGU MUZUGUUUUUU HEY COME HERE, and then when you don’t reply, they further scream at you asking what your problem is. In what part of the world would you respond to anyone screaming at you in the street??? In the few instances I have gone up to chat with those people, they don’t even look me in the eye, they stare up and down at my body and ask me for my phone number, not because they want to get to know my personality, they just want to bed me, for the sole reason that I’m a white girl.
    It’s not the friendly “hello Mzungu” that bothers me(I love those interactions), it’s the tone in which it’s delivered. Or in situations where everyone else is addressed as ma’am, sister, or my friend, and you are just Mzungu, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Again it’s not everyone, everywhere, but I personally can’t walk outside without getting screamed at, so it’s frustrating when people deny our experiences.

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    Lois
    December 10, 2017
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    Where I live muzungu deadass means white person (well mostly the way that it is used). I can see how this can be a bit annoying, but it could be worse.

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    fredrica shirima
    March 25, 2017
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    Am a…Tanzania and yes I will admit it has been passed from generation that white people have lot of money but being called mzungu has nothing to do with being racist…and the way you talk about how youre student how insignificant tanzania is makes me think what a hypocrite volunteer you got your own issues soo please get over yourself …

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    Hopr
    April 4, 2014
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    This seems like such a small minded viewpoint.
    I’m currently volunteering in Kenya and I also get called a Mzungu.. However I have never taken offence to it and my skin is is actually brown. I am black British. Mzungu has nothing to do with the colour of your skin. Open your mind a little and try to embrace new cultures, no wonder you felt like a tourist, you obviously took a us and them approach to your experience.

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    Dave T
    March 30, 2014
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    I recently returned from volunteering in Suswa, Kenya, and at times felt the same as Amanda about people calling me Mzungu. After a while I thought, “Only a few people shout it at me and people get called a lot worse because of their skin colour. Besides, the people doing it probably don’t see it the same as I do.” After that it seemed to stop being a problem for me and I’d either reply “Habari!” or wave hello.

    The one thing that did really grate a bit was some Kenyans seeing me as a wallet on legs, but then although I’m not rich materially I have so much more than many of them, so its not surprising. I would say the people I got to know well, the ones that mattered most did not have that attitude. So I’m looking forward to going back soon.

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    Faith
    February 16, 2014
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    I am Tanzanian.
    When i was a kid i used to call whites men wazungu too, without bad intention and i believe other Tanzanians do the same especial uneducated ones.
    they just think its normal and right to do so. when i was in form six i realis that whites people hate that name because one of my teacher comes from america and told me that can you ask other student to stop calling me that name, can you imagine at that time i note that he feels bad about that name.

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    January 26, 2014
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    Oh, I really like your article. Now I’m in Tanzania and this is exactly how I feel.
    I found one solution. Well, it’s not perfect but still better than nothing. I’ve joined a gospel choir and I’m practicing and singing with them. Only one of the people speaks English, but when you sing the language doesn’t matter.
    Otherwise I’m just a mzungu or – what’s even worse – simply walking white ATM… !

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    Dave
    October 15, 2013
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    Perhaps I was luckier, but I found the use of ‘mzungu’ to be good-natured, and the children who yell out ‘give me money’ seem to be aware that they’re being cheeky, sort of like a 3 year-old who swears, sees the reaction of adults, and decides it’s a great way to gain attention. Admittedly there were one or two teenage boys who seemed to think they may actually succeed with the ‘give me money approach, but they’re in the minority.
    As for touts, ripoff prices, and the walking wallet sensation, you can’t tell me that this hasn’t happened elsewhere overseas. I’ve seen it being used in wealthy countries, and even here at home on unsuspecting tourists.
    On the whole, however, I felt that 99.95% of locals treated me as an equal. Tanzanians are just as likely to invade one another’s personal space, especially on dalladallas, where any such concept is left at the door, conductors pushing passengers to the back or grabbing passengers by the arm is not limited to wazungu.
    All said, I hope you still had a wonderful time, some of my most cherished memories are from my time over in Tz, and I have no doubt that there are many, many people who are grateful for what you have given, and I trust that you have left a good impression on those you met in your day-to-day living ober there.

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    Sandra
    August 29, 2013
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    Three months isn’t very long! Not long enough to state that if you stayed you would always be a tourist here in Tz. Try speaking with someone like my Aussie colleague who’s been here 7 years. It would be insulting to her (and her local hubby and kids) to suggest she was a tourist. Things take time – from past experience it’s taken me around 2 years to feel at home in any new country/city. Five months in I’m just starting to feel comfortable here.

    Meanwhile, I also don’t enjoy the constant ‘Mzungu’ but 80% of the time it seems innocent, and I love all the high fives and random cuddles I get from kids when I’m out running (that doesn’t happen back home!). I find the best way to head off trouble is to pre-emptively greet everyone and give them a smile > you get back what you put out into the universe. I’ve only had one kid ask for money and I laughed and gave him a big HAPANA SANA.

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    Katie
    July 31, 2013
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    I lived in Tanzania for over a year and left with a deep sadness, feeling like I was leaving my new home, family and friends behind. After a month or so in TZ, not a single person called me mzungu, and I think that is primarily because I tried to immerse myself in their culture. I ate the same food, listened to the same music, watched the same movies (YES – they have movies, which also means they have TVs) and hung out at the same local spots. I gained meaningful relationships with friends that I still keep up with, some daily. I feel terrible that you left with such distasteful things to say about a country filled with some of the most welcoming and kind people I’ve ever met. I honestly believe your bad experience in Tanzania stems from something more personal rather than an entire country. For anyone who reads this blog in hopes to gain a little insight into Tanzania – This is NOT an accurate view of life in TZ. My advice to anyone traveling there is to get to know the people you’re around. Share a plate of ugali with the locals, hang out, find out the latest gossip – don’t separate yourself. You’ll find that we are SO much more similar than we are different.

    Amanda – You are a mzungu. You’re right, you will always be a tourist in Tanzania and that’s a position you put yourself in.

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    Wies
    July 10, 2013
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    or alternatively is that it is a derivative of kuzunguka i.e. people that wander around.

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    Wies
    July 10, 2013
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    The root meaning to “mzungu”:

    Mizungu means strange objects or tools that you need to be taught how to use. So the people with the strange objects, the colonials with their guns, bicycles, etc, became “wazungu” the people of strange things. Sawa mzungu?

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    John
    July 3, 2013
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    I found your blogg by accident and read it and feelt I had to comment. The word mzungo doesn’t mean “white person”. Thinking in black and white you’re the one that have mad a false assumption… Sorry to say. I suggest you research the background of the word or ask an educated tanzanian person. It’s definitely NOT the same thing as you shouting to somebody “hey black person!”… Again your looking at this in black and white. In the exact same way you’re accusing others of doing. You’re also generalizing, something you’re also accusing tanzanians people of doing when they see a white person.

    I’ve been in your situation and recognize a lot of the stuff your writing about. But you have to remember that you are a tourist in a foreign country. You can’t generelize a whole population of being beggers that expect hands out from “mzungos”. Or assumptions about the school system that you don’t know anything about. Do you think that’s fair? There a poor people all over the world. In some places there are more than others. Same thing with uneducated people, muggers, thiefs, and son. It has nothing to do with the culture.

    The feeling of never fitting in a foreign country can be attributed to every country in the world with a population of immigrants. You should turn that feeling into a life lesson.

    1. Look up the difference of rascism and discrimination!

    2. Look up the REAL meaning of mzungo! A similar meaning you can find in almost every post colonialized country.

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      Abruzzi Vancouver
      March 18, 2014
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      Muzungu is used by Dr. Livingstone to hide people, it means “I don’t see you” in Arabic. laa shufnak, maashufnak, maa shufna, (he does DR LIVINGSTONE does not see you, meaning, you don’t have to worry about been spotted, he wont tell the bad guys where you are. also, Susi and Chuma where muslims remember? Suni (Muslim) and Chuma (Mosque).

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    Valerie
    June 15, 2013
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    Oh loved reading this and I know exactly the feeling and that you will always be different. I’ve lived in Tanzania for any years and now I’m in Kenya.

    However, once your Kiswahili gets better and you can quickly turn around when they shout “Mzungu”and say
    “Tanzanian!” or “Kenyan”
    “my name isn’t mzungu”,
    “don’t be stupid”
    “Is that the best you learned from school” or “go back to school” which makes them feel very stupid,
    and my favourite if it’s really a bad situation is “don’t be an asshole”
    Usually I get an apology – but sometimes the effort is draining..lol.

    If I got from a school and I had time I would go into the school and have a serious word with the Principal. That’s not on!

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      Rose
      October 9, 2016
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      It is best to look up the word and its meaning instead throwing those insults around: –
      Mzungu
      From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
      Mzungu (pronounced [m??zu??u]) is a Bantu language term used in the African Great Lakes region to refer to people of European descent. It is a commonly used expression among Bantu peoples in Kenya, Tanzania, Malawi, Rwanda, Burundi, Uganda, Democratic Republic of Congo and Zambia, dating back to the 18th century. Literally translated it meant “someone who roams around” or “wanderer.”[1] The term was first used in the African Great Lakes region to describe European explorers in the 18th century, apparently as a result of their propensity to get lost in their wanderings in Africa. The word Mzungu comes from Kiswahili, where ‘zungu’ or ‘zunguka’ is the word for spinning around on the same spot. The word was assigned to the first white people arriving in the African Great Lakes because they often became lost. Kizunguzungu is Kiswahili for a dizziness.[2] The term is now used to refer to “someone with white skin” or “white skin”.
      The possessive kizungu (or chizungu) translates as “behaving rich”. However, in some areas, such as in Rwanda and Burundi, it does not necessarily refer to the colour of one’s skin. Traditionally Europeans were seen to be people of means and rich and so the terminology was extended to denote affluent persons regardless of race.

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    February 25, 2013
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    This is BRILLIANT. Encompasses my exact thoughts on the term perfectly. The worst is walking past a school in rural kenya; it’s an absolute chorus, overwhelming.

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