Toasting my Grandmother

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Toasting my Grandmother

The following is a toast – a tribute – a salute – a homage – to honor my Indian (maternal) grandmother, Shirin Hassanali Gwaderi, a pioneering Nairobi schoolteacher and school principal.

– Karim

Forward by Paola Gianturco

Paola_GianturcoIt is possible that the stereotypical “grandmother” never existed?

For many people in the Global North, the word calls up the image of a wrinkled, bespectacled, irrelevant old woman in a rocking chair. Perhaps she is crocheting something useless like an antimacassar; that’s the extent of her productive work.

This has always seemed like a bizarre stereotype to me.

I grew up in the middle of the United States in the middle of the 20th century, and from what I remember, real-life American grandmothers were like Energizer Bunnies. They canned fruit, farmed vegetable gardens, cooked and baked for large families, cleaned their houses, sewed clothes, washed and ironed laundry by hand, cared for their grandchildren, helped sick relatives, and some worked with their husbands in family-owned businesses.

Karim has written about his pioneering Indian grandmother born in Kenya almost a century ago.

My hunch is grandmothers in the Global South were also like Energizer Bunnies. Yet recently, I was given a souvenir in Argentina: a ceramic grandmother in a rocking chair knitting!

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Having interviewed 120 grandmothers on five continents for my newest book, Grandmother Power, I can report that contemporary grandmothers all over the world are not sitting in their rocking chairs.

They are collaborating effectively to create a better future for their grandchildren. Virtually universally, they look at our troubled world, say, “Not good enough for my beloved grandchildren!”  and get to work on issues as diverse as energy, the environment, social justice, education and health.

The best description I know of contemporary grandmothers is the one that the Canadian and African grandmothers wrote when they invented the Grandmothers to Grandmothers Campaign for the Stephen Lewis Foundation, which benefits the 15 million African children orphaned by Aids. The grandmothers wrote:

“We are strong, we are determined, we are resourceful, we are creative, we are resilient, and we have wisdom with our age and experience.”

Perhaps if we looked back into history, we would find that “old fashioned” grandmothers shared those very characteristics. That would be a wonderful, stereotype-destroying surprise.

Karim has written about his pioneering Indian grandmother who was born in Kenya almost a century ago. Read his inspiring article about her impressive work as an educator and see if you still believe in that rocking chair riding grandmother!

A Pioneering School Teacher

by Karim

All of us, if we dig deep enough, can find at least one teacher or one family relative who proved to be a source of inspiration and strength as we charted our own course through our own life.

For me, that person was undoubtedly my grandmother, Shirin Hassanali Gwaderi, whom I called ‘Mummiji’. Shirin Hassanali Gwaderi was a pioneering school teacher, school principal and a founder of a multiracial school.

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My grandmother, Shirin Hassanali Gwaderi (Mummiji) as a young bride

Mummiji was born almost a century ago as an Indian Muslim woman in Machakos, Kenya. Her parents had emigrated to Kenya in ‘British East Africa’ from Gujarat, India. They then moved from Machakos to the racially segregated capital, Nairobi.

At women’s satsang meetings, they discussed famine and emigration of families out of Kutch and Gujarat.

Bead Bai, page 61, by Sultan Somjee

She got married to my grandfather, Hassanali Gwaderi (whom I called ‘Apaji’), in the late 1930′s around the outbreak of the second World War. How does an Indian woman of Mummiji’s generation come to found a multiracial school in Nairobi?

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Mummiji and Apaji on their wedding day

In order to understand the context, it is necessary to perceive the quiet, understated and constant support she received from her husband (and my grandfather), Apaji.

In a generation of Indian men who expected their wives to serve them in a somewhat subservient role of cooking and cleaning and raising children, Apaji was an anomaly. He positively glowed with admiration at his wife’s intelligence, tenacity and enterprise. Rather than hold her back, he encouraged his wife to blossom into her fullest potential.

In practical terms, this meant that Apaji encouraged my grandmother to apply for a grant to go to London, England for a teacher training course and receive teaching credentials with which she returned to colonial Kenya and became an elementary school teacher at the same elementary school I attended in Nairobi when I was a child: Mummiji was one of my teachers!

Mummiji then went on to found her own school of which she was also the principal.

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Mummiji in London, UK, during her teacher training in the 1950′s

Her practices as an educator were always progressive and innovative.

When I was about 12 years old, Mummiji apprenticed me at her school in Parklands, Nairobi and I would help her teachers with various tasks such as preparing and clearing up the materials for arts and crafts classes. Art was an important subject in her school curriculum.

She loved and sought to empower the creative spirit of children.

Something that made a lasting impression for me, is when Mummiji would volunteer me to read stories to her elementary school students. These stories were carefully selected from a wide and diverse batch of books ranging from Kenneth Graham’s Wind in the Willows to local writers from Kenya, Uganda and Tanzania. Mummiji embodied values of “multicultural curriculum” well before such concepts even had a name or label.

Mummiji embraced ideas of “multicultural curriculum” before such concepts had a name or a label.

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Me with my grandfather, Apaji

With Hassanali Gwaderi, my grandfather, I learned of storytelling traditions.

Those young men who had left during the previous drought arrived during the desiccated Monsoons.

They said sweet water, milk and honey flowed in Africa like rivers from the Himalayan mountains.

Bead Bai, page 61, by Sultan Somjee

Hassanali Gwaderi took his family name from the port of Gwader (below, near bottom of the map, on the red dotted Border of Khanale) on the Arabian Sea, from where he had stowed away on a steamship headed for Mombasa on the Kenya coast.

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The Gwaderi family were part of the Bolochi tribesmen from the Baluchistan region of Gwadar. This is an historic region, bordered by India, Persia and Afghanistan, and conquered and fought for by many, from King Darius II to Alexander the Great.

In the early history of the Swahili coast, Arab traders sailed in dhows (boats) and made their why from Oman and Gwader to Zanzibar and then Mombasa on the Kenya coastline. In fact, the Swahili spoken in East Africa is actually a blend of African and Arab languages and dialects.

Apaji embodied the ideas of oral storytelling traditions which we enjoy today within a postcolonial context.

Apaji would fill me with glorious tales of the Gwader people, of swashbuckling Bolichistan tribesman with curved swords and brocaded gold vests and golden shoes with the toe part curved upward. It was like listening to Shaherazad, he was such an enchanting storyteller.

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Apaji embodied the values of “oral storytelling traditions” which enjoy today within a postcolonial context. These stories were intricately woven and seamlessly spun through the fabric of the colorful cultural traditions of Bolochi tribalism, Gujarati villagers, Kikuyu folklore, Indian diasporas in British East Africa, Zanzibar traders, seafaring Arab voyagers and adventurers sailing dhows on the Indian Ocean.

All this of was framed within the British colonial context of Empire.

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Punjabi blacksmiths, Kutchu Kanbi stone-dressers, Gujar Shuthar carpenters, bring their skills to build Nairobi.

They pull together with the Kikuyu, Kamba and Luo people, all workers, builders of the foundation of the British Empire and a new country. A modern Kenya.

Bead Bai, page 185, by Sultan Somjee

In their twilight years, Apaji and Mummiji had a large extension built in the verandah of their modest home in Parklands, Nairobi. This consisted of a row of classrooms so that Mummiji could run a school and a day care center from home.

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Teacher and Principal, Shirin Hassanali Gwaderi, with her students

As was usual for my energetic grandmother, she ran about with youthful vigor attending to every administrative detail and educational need of the children and teachers in her school.

As was usual for my unassuming grandfather, he would quietly observe his wife, the pioneering school teacher, kindling a warm glow of beaming pride and admiration within his heart.