What's in a life?

As Peace Corps Volunteers we work under three goals.  The first is the most quantifiable but the second and third are more about the exchange of culture, ideas, and language that we have with host country nationals.  So much of my time is spent talking with people in my village and around Senegal about everything and anything.  The following is by no means a complete list of things I have discussed.  These conversations happen in Bambara and so often the exact translations and sense of words do not come across, but I do my best.

Living off the grid (in Vermont).  Acne and other skin issues including but not limited to, sunburns, heat rash, and bug bites.  The moon and the stars, yes we have them in America too.  Trees, our trees are not the same as here in Botou but we have lots of trees.  Why my mother is "so old".  Cows, donkeys, horses, goats, sheep, and chicken can all be found in America.  The difference in development between America and Senegal as it relates to our respective independence dates.  Farming, and how we do it in America and how we used to do it in America.  Industrialization.  Skyping and the fact that I can see my parents and friends as well as talk to them.  Looking something up on the internet i.e. googling, particularly Senegalese holidays.  Meteorology and what weather prediction people do.  The fact that our milk generally comes in liquid form, not powder.  Why I'm still not married and why I will not get married in Senegal.  Why people in America have fewer kids than the Senegalese (I tell them that it is expensive to have lots of kids in America).  Obama and how Obama essentially paid for me to come and work here (it is the simplest explanation I can give for how I came to Senegal without paying any money directly myself (for the ticket and visa).  The war in Yemen.  British/Gambian English versus American English (Where does American English come from they ask?) My father's profession (I describe it as a doctor for people who are sick in their heads).  The fact that we get wood on horse drawn carts too (West Braintree).  Villages in America and their similarities and differences between villages in Senegal.  Starting a Bambara language school in the U.S.  Reading for pleasure.  Married couples in the Peace Corps.  People early terminating their service.  The fact that I play the saxophone.  Swimming.  Mountains and hiking up mountains.

This is obviously not a complete list but this should give you an idea of what people ask me about.  If you have any things you think might be interesting to discuss, feel free to let me know.

Tastes: a continuation of the five senses

So I'm finishing up the five sense posts. I figured I've been here for almost nine months and while I may not have seen, smelled, touched, tasted, or heard everything there is in this country I'm ready to report in on my final two senses and give my two senses (cents).

Tastes are a miraculous thing in Senegal because they can be absolutely wonderful and make your day or they can ruin it. Many of the following are very subjective.

The taste of oil. Oil (vegetable mainly) is used in many of the rice dishes in Senegal. It's almost a food staple, much like ketchup is for me in the States. The national dish in Senegal is called Chebb u Jenn (in Wolof) and is rice cooked in oil (yes you read that right) with fish, and very cooked vegetables. The rice is also cooked in these spice cubes that are very similar to the bouillon we use in soup stock. It is a dish that I can barely stomach, but not just because of the oil. It's a lunch dish here in Botou usually 2-3 times per week. Oil also shows up in beignets, doughnuts, and fatayas. All of these are fried goodies that you can find anywhere. Women sell them on the street and people make them in villages to sell as well. Beignets are fried in oil to the point that, like the oily rice, you can squeeze the product and watch the oil come off. Doughnuts (we call them "bon bon") here, are less greasy but more doughy and still fried in oil. I like these better and I think they taste like apple cider doughnuts from Vermont. That is if you hop on one foot and tilt your head to the side. Fatayas are dough filled triangles or half moon shaped with fish and vegetables. Sometimes a fish bone or twelve and fried.

After oil there are peanuts. Peanut butter is not eaten the way we eat peanut butter in America. In fact when I describe what we do with peanut butter to people here they raise their eyebrows and wrinkle their nose. Peanut butter is made into a peanut sauce (and not like the peanut sauce you might dip your chicken satay into). This peanut sauce has more bouillon, sometimes tomato paste and tomato powder, sometimes baobab leaves, and sometimes fish or meat. It's served over white rice and in Bambara we call it naa jii, or tiga dege which just means peanut butter, with name variations if there are different things in it. In Wolof it's called maffe. This dish I quite enjoy. As long as my spoonful has some hot pepper and not bones. Another taste is our "couscous" which is made out of corn. We pound the kernels and then soak them in water. The corn is then brought to a machine where it is ground very finely. Then it is sifted into two different grain sizes. One is made into basi, a couscous like texture that some volunteers describe as sand. It is then served also with naa jii but a lighter version. Sometimes this will have moringa leaves, beans leaves, or cabbage in it. Sometimes it will contain fish or beans!.  But most of the time it is plain  "peanut water" as we volunteers love to refer to it as (and is the direct translation).

The other diet staple is breakfast. We call it mooni and it is basically sweet mini matzo balls in a porridge. The finest grain from the corn is sifted to basically a flour and then mixed with water to make little balls that are then boiled in water (sugar added) and we drink it with large spoons like ladles. Another frequent taste is that of sugar. Because most of Senegal is Muslim and because many/most Muslims do not drink alcohol they drink sugar instead. In Senegal it comes in the form of attaya (thé) which is a strong green tea boiled (unlike how your heart healthy father knows you should steep green tea) with sugar and mint or basil or the leaves of a lemon tree. When the Senegalese don't drink this bitterly sweet tea they get headaches. And complain. I've noticed the withdrawal myself. The tea is not good (at least in my opinion) but it's not bad and I usual don't refuse. These are all food tastes. Food is not very varied here in Senegal. Oil comes in breakfast sandwiches where eggs are cooked to form a whole new beast. While raised culturally Jewish I was accustomed to eating a food's weight in oil in the form of latkes. But when I realized that this once a year treat was actually making my stomach hurt I quickly asked my dad to make sure we had lox and brisket instead for Hanukkah. This stomach pain resulting from oil came back with revenge in the form of oily rice. And while I am polite I eat a bit of the national dish when served but the oil always brings me back to my dad's delicious latkes.

The other taste that I can't help but ignore is that of dust from tracks driving by as I'm biking. Exhaust and dust are my delicious. Although if given the option between exhaust and dust and oil I might have to c

onsider. The smell and taste that unfortunately comes into your mouth of burning trash is also seriously disgusting. Most of the trash burned has plastic in it. And as we put it here in Peace Corps. Burning plastic leads to us breathing and tasting cancer, something most of us try and avoid.

"Spring" in Botou

I like to think of myself as a site guru instead of a site rat. Let me explain. Some people spend weeks on weeks at site, without venturing because there is nowhere to go and nothing else to do. Some like it (I think) and some think it is what you do if you want to be productive at your site. I however, am not in that position. For one thing when I leave site I only have to travel ten kilometers to get to relatively reliable electricity, WiFi, a freezer with cold water, and the peace corps Tambacounda regional house.  And for another I do not leave my site frequently enough to be deemed someone who is escaping site or work and does not really like to be here. Instead I leave site to gather my own sanity and prepare to head back. I've realized that (among many other things) being happy at site is paramount for me. If I'm not happy something is wrong. I'm generally a very happy person and that has translated to the me in Senegal as well. But in order to keep this order within myself and in my village I travel the ten kilometers (about once a week), usually on my nege-so (lit. iron house) to the house where I breathe in some serious dust, experience a warmer city, and bask in a few hours of cold water and conversation with my two other halves (three cheers out there for my mama and papa) and anyone else who might be around. I pick up any letters that you may have sent me and I recharge (literally, I reload books on my kindle, podcasts on my iPod, and charge my Nokia phone).

 At site, recently I've been keeping busy. I've been working with the director of Botou's primary school to bring water (via a spigot) to the school as well as fencing and tools for a school garden. The produce from the garden will supplement the rice, beans and oil given to the school by the World Food Programme. We had to measure the space, calculate what the community already had (tools, land) and what the community could give (labor, sand) in terms of a community contribution (active participation). I had numerous meetings with the men in the village, including one where eight men between the ages of 20-50 and I walked around measuring things out. Then I spent a few trips to Tamba trying (at first unsuccessfully) to get numbers and pricing for piping for the water, and eventually pricing for the door. We figured out the piping back in Botou at the water tower (al hamduilliah). With all the numbers worked out I also met with the inspector of schools for the region of Tamba who wanted to know who I was, what I was doing, and to thank me. The grant has been submitted and we are waiting for the go ahead and the funds which hopefully will come in during the summer so we can get everything set up for when the school year starts in October.

It has been exhausting getting all these minor details worked out before the actual work happens. Something I've realized about working with the Senegalese is that they are very patient and eager for things to work or, but the organization of business and commerce is such that nothing happens when or where you want it to. It can be frustrating but patience has come in the form of Halima Fofana and has become second nature to me here. Frustration often abounds but usually not much else can be done. I have been persistent. Meeting with people multiple times a week or a day to make sure that I get the information I need. Hopefully it will all pay off and there will be fruits of our labor (and vegetables). Only time will tell. And time is all I've got.

Tambacounda Girls' Leadership Conference

Most regions in Senegal (if not all) have some sort of gender focused event each year.  In some regions it is a girls' camp focused on leadership, some are youth camps for both boys and girls, and in Tamba, it is a leadership camp for both girls, and their fathers.  By including their fathers, the hope is that the girls will be able to interact with their fathers (or father figures) in ways that are not the norm, and that these men will learn to support their daughters towards their futures.  Our conference was a two-day event where we hosted 26 young girls in middle school and their fathers or guardians.  We had host country nationals as wells Peace Corps Volunteers help lead sessions on leadership and self-empowerment, sexual and reproductive health, the environment and our stake in the future of the physical earth, and in personal finance and business management.  The guardians and girls had simultaneous sessions (sometimes together) but mostly separate with time for everyone to speak their mind.  And speak their minds they did, in many different languages.  One of the most unique and difficult things about the leadership camp we have here in Tamba is that there really isn't one language that unites everyone.  As volunteers we speak Bambara, Mandinka, Jaxanke, Fulakunda, Peulafuta, Wolof, and French and as citizens of Tambacounda our guests speak the same.  However even if we were to try and use Wolof or French as the main language to conduct various sessions there were always people who didn't understand or speakers who would translate into two or more languages.  The girls' sessions were conducted mostly in French, but there were still some girls who were too young to understand French and so occasionally speakers spoke in Pulaar.

With the girls it was slow to get them active and participating in discussions, but when the sexual health sessions came around and our environmental field trip out to see some trash, they were much more vocal.  The dads/guardians were always animated and continued to speak their minds about issues such as women as leaders, early child marriage, and the reproductive organs of a woman. It was amazing to see this all happening (see, mainly because I couldn't pick up on the Wolof or Pulaar discussions).  It was also great to see the dads and the girls begin to interact in ways that they might not normally in their homes.  The first meal we all had the men and the women ate at separate bowls (which is what we do in my village) but after that first meal the dads and girls begin to mingle.  It was so much fun to witness all of these people in a new environment, socially and mentally.

Even more so it was wonderful that my host father was able to participate with his daughter and niece.  He biked in each day (because he had some things to take care of as the village chief) but he was there each morning and left after the last session every day.  When I returned home earlier this week I asked my host mom Raki if Bouna had told her about the training.  He had, and we went on to talk about early marriage, forced marriage, and bride price.  In Bambara!  I then saw Mahdu and he apologized for not being able to attend which I said was fine.  He said that Aissatou had told him about the training and he said "Félicitations" (Congratulations! in French).  I don't know what will come out of this training for the girls in my family.  Will they stay in school until the end of high school?  Will they go onto university?  Will they be married off before they are 18?  Will they talk to their families about birth control options?  Or will they begin to speak more to their fathers about what they are thinking?  Anything and everything is great in my mind as long as they have been exposed to new ways of thinking and new horizons. I am excited to be part of their future and a part of this family, both the Fofana family here in Botou and the Tambacounda people in Senegal.

Sounds, noises, goats oh my!

A new post will be up next week about the Girls' Leadership Conference we just had in Tambacounda.  In the meantime, here is another installment of the five senses.

If you want to check out the photographs from the conference follow this link :

http://liannareed.smugmug.com/Peace-Corps-Senegal-2014/Tambacounda-Girls-Leadership/


Sounds!

Goats sounds like children.  When they cry, sneeze, cough, or are thirsty.  It can be very disconcerting at times when you think a young child is in distress when really it is just a kid.  The sound of getting a flat tire is one of the most disappointing sounds that I've heard so far.  The air wheezing out of my tire, while on my bike, makes a pleasant bike ride into a relatively unpleasant bike walk.  My uncle Daouda's phone speaks the numbers of the person he is calling...in English.  So I often here 7-7-6-5-4-3-8-5-1 or some similar combination.  It can be very distracting when you are woken up by the automated voice speaking in English but I have just used it as a teaching tool for my siblings.  The French radio or the Senegalese radio with music is also a frequent alarm clock for me.  Donkeys braying is one of the most identifying sounds of village life.  I've gotten used to it while I'm sleeping so that it no longer bothers me.  Although it does sort of surprise me when I walk by a donkey braying because they fart while they are braying...who knew?  The donkeys did bother me at one point when my family started keeping them right outside my hut because I could hear them peeing, their stream is apparently very strong.  The call to prayer is a sound that has become a sort of comfort, a marker of time throughout the day if you will.  The other odd sound is that cows don't moo here.  What is up with that?  Babies cry a lot.  And my other alarm clock is the sound of the pulley on the well.  The sounds of Senegal and of my village no longer alarm me in the ways that they used to when I first arrived.  But I wouldn't say that they are all comforting sounds.

6 month-aversary

Hello my wonderful readers around the world!  I thought I owed you a post because it has been awhile.  I have been back in Botou for about three weeks, next week is our Girls' Leadership Conference and eventually my real life should start...

Just kidding.

Life in Botou is wonderful, complex, beautiful, and my whole life right now.  Yes, sometimes it seems boring or slow, but I have come to love my life as a villager in Botou.  I spend much of my time with other villagers, my friends and my family.  Sometimes my life here seems like a hiatus from my real life, as if it isn't my real life but some sort of break that I'll stop after 27 months and go back to my America and my "life."  But in reality, and something that has become clear from the moment that I became comfortable in Botou, my life is here.  Botou is my life.  Peace Corps Senegal is my life.  At the same time my life is so much different than those of the lives people are continuing at home.

I love walking through my village, taking photographs of people and their babies.  I enjoy shelling peanuts, listening to village gossip, and most importantly speaking Bambara and getting to know my fellow village mates.  But sometimes it is hard when there doesn't seem like there is much to "do."  I'm working on a grant for my school garden, waiting for my tree sack and tree seed order to come through, and helping people with dry season gardening techniques but all of those things are very slow coming.  Minutes here, minutes there.  But I've also come to realize that my job is speaking Bambara, learning about people, and being in Botou.

I will post a blog next week about the Girls' Leadership Conference!

Post Pre-service Training

I just finished PST 2 (Pre-Service Training) which was the final installment of our technical training.  These past two weeks were full of techniques, practices, and more English social stimulation than I've had since PST 1.

Aside from the technical practices that we learned, which I'll get to later, we also learned about Monitoring, Reporting and Evaluation (something we here call, MRE).  This is the method with which we as PCVs use to record and report on our work at our sites while in country.  This process is multilayered and comprehensive as some of the data that we report goes to Peace Corps Headquarters in Washington, while other pieces of information stay in Peace Corps Senegal for our sectors individually, and, for my program as a sustainable agriculture extension agent, some of our data also goes back to Senegalese organizations working on improving practices, seeds, etc.  It is a lot of paperwork (digital of course), but also pretty straight forward and it seems like a cohesive way of collating data and information and disseminating to the sources that can best use the information.  I'll have more of an understanding of how collecting this data will actually look once I'm in the field.  We report this information through the Volunteer Reporting Form (VRF) that is used worldwide by Peace Corps.  It is a bi-annual extensive account of all of our extension activities and the way that our work is aligned to our project framework.

We also learned about how to apply for grants through Peace Corps' system.  I can use grants if my village expresses an interest in a project that would benefit the community, address their needs in terms of food security, etc.  We can also use grants for group projects like the Girls Leadership Conference that Tambacounda will be hosting later this month.  Some of the grants are funded by USAID or NGOs like One Acre Fund, World Connect, etc. while others are funded through community and families members back in the United States through a partnership program.  It was all a lot to process but I am excited about the many opportunities that I have for my two years of service in Botou and in Senegal.

Our technical training was also much more specific than what we received during PST. I'll give you an overview of what we learned and if you want me to expand on anything please let me know.  We learned about our seed extension program for field crops, SRI (System of Rice Intensification), permaculture planning and implementation, earthworks (boomerang berms, contour berms, cuvettes, etc), pruning, seed selection and storage (vegetable and field crops), companion planting, intercropping/mono-cropping, advanced gardening techniques (staking tomatoes, helping cucurbites climb), Farmer Managed Natural Regeneration (FMNR), vegetable propagation, integrated pest management, soil fertility management, chemical fertilizer best practices, and a few other things that I'm sure I'm forgetting.  It was quite the comprehensive education, particularly for someone like me (typical Peace Corps volunteer with a liberal arts degree) and I appreciated that they do give us a baseline of knowledge so that we can go back to our villages with something to teach them.  It is exciting and overwhelming and thrilling, and many other different emotions, but I'm very excited and looking forward to settling back into life in Botou and beginning the technical work of my Peace Corps Senegal experience.