Monday, April 17, 2006

A Night Around The Dinner Bowl

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Sitting around eating dinner every night with my family reminds me of a scene in the movie ‘Nutty Professor’. The Klumps, a heavy-set family, are sitting around the dinner table eating some good ole soul food. The conversations are mixed until somebody has gas and everybody bursts into laughter. You might ask yourself, why this reminds me of my family in Senegal. No, it isn’t because I have gained 300 pounds since I’ve been here.

So, tonight, we were eating dinner and my parents were asking me about my parents and if/when they were coming to visit Senegal. I told them the loose tentative dates. They were disappointed that they didn’t intend to stay for more than a month. But they want them to come to Thies, which I want them to as well.

The next conversation piece, once again, revolved around me, because I’m not going to lie, I’m the talk around town. Apparently, a few of the other trainees’ sisters have been asking when ‘Aziz’ (my Senegelese name) is coming over for dinner. I just don’t have enough days in the week to handle my social calendar. But, getting back on topic, my parents asked if I was going to visit Senegal after my two years of service were up, and I said yes. Then, they asked if I was going to invite them to my wedding. I did say yes, because I will, but I did tell them that there was one small problem because I had no clue when that was going to happen and that it wasn’t going to be Senegal, unless I was offered more than 200+ assorted farm animals and a lifetime supply of rice as a payment to take their daughter.

Then, one of my brothers had gotten into trouble that day, so we all called him crazy. My dad then went off alittle. In the US, this would be embarrassing for the kid and in a sense an unacceptable means of punishment, but in Senegal, it is acceptable and quite funny to an outsider.

After my brother got lectured by everyone in the family, my mom let out a nice loud burp. Quite unexpected I must say. I would have expected it out of my brothers and then a nice hard slap on the face to follow, but, when Mamma Toure does it, it is pretty funny. All of us burst into tears. I then learned how to say ‘burp’ in Wolof, which is important.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Mini Update

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I'll write more later becuase I don't have much time left here, but things here are going well still. I think I am sick. My throat has been bothering me and I think I'm running a fever, but I can't seem to read the thermometer. It is in English, but I guess I just don't know how to read it. Hopefully whatever I have clears up soon, cause there isn't much time to recouperate here. I went to Dakar today for an Urban Ag field trip which was cool. When we got back, we got our bikes which all of us had been waiting for. I rode home with about 5 other volunteers and it was the most akward ive felt in a while. We definetly got the stares. Crazy Americans with their really nice bikes, bells, and helmets. We can get sent home if we dont wear our helmets...so its pretty much a big deal. Other than that, we are suppposed to find out our site placement on friday and I'm going to the beach on Saturday, which should be fun. Hope everyone is doing well and if I dont talk to you beforehand, have a great Easter.

Palm Sunday

Sunday, April 9, 2006

Today, another volunteer and I decided to go to church for Palm Sunday. While nearly 90% of the population of Senegal is Muslim I believe, there are Protestant and Catholic Churches in Senegal. The service started at 10:00 am, so I left my house at 9:00 am and walked to the Place de France. That was a mistake. According to my brothers, I walk fast and it still took me 45 minutes, so it wasn’t a short walk by myself in the streets of Thies. I should have taken a taxi for several reasons, but I didn’t. I ended up getting to the Place de France to meet the other volunteer, but neither one of us knew where the church actually was. After asking a few people we found it a couple of blocks away.

There were about 70 to 100 people there, once it got started. Any visitor had to stand up and say who they were, which was intimidating, cause I had to introduce myself in French. The service was very laid back. There was a lot of singing in French. Basically, over the course of 2 hours, I understood about 3 words. Actually, I’m not going to lie, I started to lose interest after a bit because I didn’t get the jokes being told. The congregation was laughing, but I wasn’t. The other volunteer felt the same way. It was kind of weird though, seeing it was Palm Sunday, but from my recollection, their was no reference to Palm Sunday. It was interesting.

I believe some of the churches and cathedrals, if not all, have services in Wolof. The church I went to had a Wolof hymnal, which I looked at and understood some, but not much. It was pretty nice because we don’t have any real Wolof books at the Training Center, so it was cool to see written Wolof being used.

Afterwards, I continued with my stubbornness and walked back to my house. I don’t know why I didn’t take a cab, but I really didn’t have much else to do. But I got home to face a large bowl of rice and fish.

I'm starting to discover the things that remind me of home here. I think everybody has to some extent. I found a place that sells the gummi bears I like, good pizza, and so on. Its going to take some getting used to, the withdraws of things I enjoyed at home and can't here, and things that just remind me of home. Don't take this the wrong way, but inorder to keep the sanity up, every once in a while, you need a Coke.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Second Batch of Pictures

I think they are mostly just of my family. Enjoy!!!

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Another Highlighted Night....

April 7, 2006

Tonight was pretty cool. I went out for a bit with some volunteers to a chicken restaurant then to Pamandas…it was pay day so we all had some money. This chicken restaurant was awesome. In the States, we would call it a hole in the wall, but it was absolutely amazing. The chicken was cooked over a fire but I wouldn’t go as far as saying it was rotisseried. Their fries put Bojangles’ fries to shame almost…that takes a lot for me to say. I ended up splitting a whole chicken and fries with two other people and it came out to 4,000 CFA, which is like $7 for it all. Unfortunately, it is bad to think of money in U.S. terms here. Afterwards, I went to Pamandas to meet up with some other trainees for a few minutes before heading home.

I saw the presidential motorcade also, which was really neat. I don’t know if President Wade was in Thies tonight or was just passing through, but all of a sudden police motorcycles drive drove by followed by a long convoy of Ford Expeditions, a limo, police cars, ambulance, and other vehicles. The convoy definitely moved a lot faster than typical traffic in Thies. It was really weird because it just happened. It wasn’t like in the States where streets are shut down for the presidential motorcade.

After I got home tonight, I heard a lot of wolof screaming in the courtyard. I didn’t know what was going on, but one of my sisters drug me outside to watch some of my brothers beat the crap out of a snake that was in the courtyard. Chairs were taken apart and the pieces were thrown at it. It was nuts. It was pretty much like a scene from Jerry Springer. Finally, the snake was killed. It wasn’t huge nor poisonous, but don’t know what type it was. I’m not a big fan of snakes at all, so I’m glad it got the ax. I got a picture of it, so hopefully I’ll get it up soon.

The last thing I will say, before going to bed, is about the probability of getting in a taxi accident. I’ve come to realize that if I don’t feel like I’m going to die at least four or five in a cab ride in Thies, then, it just isn’t a normal ride. Sadly, some of us are thinking about making bets on how many cab accidents we will get in. One trainee has already been in one. Luckily, the cabs don’t go very fast, and by very fast, I mean they stall in the middle of intersections a lot.

I’m off to bed. Hopefully everyone enjoys reading this site. If you ever have any questions or suggestions, let me know. If one of your suggestions is for me to fix my grammatical mistakes, I’m sorry, its not going to happen…I just haven’t felt like rereading everything and I’d rather go to bed, like right now.

A Day In The Life

It’s been a fairly easy day here in Thies. I guess one thing I haven’t really talked about is my typical day, other than the layout of training. If I have talked about it already, well, I’m sorry, but I’m losing track of what I have and haven’t written.

I usually wake up around 6:15 every morning. I either wake up to the sound of my alarm clock or that of the donkey. Sometimes, I wake up a little confused do to the larium. It is the malaria prophylaxis that I take once a week. Once of its side effects is crazy dreams. I haven’t had too many but novels could be written about them. After making my way out of my mosquito net covered bed, I take a cold shower or bucket bath, depending on the water pressure.

Around 7:00, I leave the house and walk to my bus stop with 2 other volunteers that live a few houses down. At the bus stop, we have this amazing view of the sun every morning. I probably wouldn’t think much of it in the States, but here, it is a nice thing to see every morning. We are one of the last stops, so the bus comes full with volunteers around 7:20. Typically, everyone has their language notebooks in their hand studying over notes from the previous day. Hopefully we will be getting our bikes soon, so we can bike to the center. Unfortunately, I’m one of the farthest volunteers from the center, but the bikes are nice Trek 3700 mountain bikes, so I’m looking forward to biking.

We get to the center around 7:30 were we all eat breakfast. By breakfast, I mean a half loaf of French bread. I typically have a cup of "American" tea as well. During this time, atleast for the first few weeks, I would use it as a bathroom break, but thankfully, my stomach has now adjusted to Senegal. Classes start at 8. The two morning sessions, which each last two hours, are typically both language. Learning language in the morning is much better in the morning than in the afternoon. While it is interesting and essential to every volunteer’s success, it definitely isn’t always fun. My teachers are great, but at times, there is a love-hate relationship. In between the two morning sessions is a 30 minute break in which most of the trainees just relax or play ping pong.

Following the second session, there is a 2 hour break. This may seem like a long time, but it isn’t. Lunch begins at 12:30 or so everyday. We sit under a covered pavilion around large bowels on the floor. Each bowel seats about 4 or 5 people. Some people eat with their hands others use a spoon. A couple times a week during lunch, we have to sit with other people who speak our language (wolof for me) and only use that language.
Following lunch, everybody crams into the foyer to see who got mail. I’ve been lucky a few times, but I do encourage yall to write. After the mail craze, you have about an hour and a half. Ideally I would take a nap on a hammock, but lately that hasn’t been the case. Instead of napping, I’ve had wolof tutoring, had aataya (Senegelese Tea) with some trainers, or had to work on some urban ag stuff. In my urban ag technical training, we don’t have enough time in class to finish our projects, so we have to find time throughout the day to finish them up. Right now, the urban ag trainees have a few construction projects going on. Also during this time, if the medical staff comes from Dakar, we receive vaccinations. I couldn’t even tell you what number we are up to, but I’ve gotten four or five this week.

With the mid - afternoon break ending at 2:30, we typically go to technical training (Health, Urban Ag, Environmental Education), cultural training, or health/safety training for the afternoon sessions. The afternoon sessions last an hour and a half each. For technical training, it is very hands on, unlike the other two programs, so it is really cool because half the time we are in the classroom and the other half, we are outside learning.

Around 6:00 everyday, although it has started getting later and later each day, the center training is done. That is a typical day at the center, but there are many variations to the day. Sometimes we will only have one language session…which is nice.

With class over, I either take the bus home or go out for a bit with other volunteers. If I go home, I typically spend the rest of the evening with my family. Learning the language around them has been much better than the classroom. We have dinner around 9 or 10. Surprisingly, I have eaten everything that has been put in front of me. I don’t know how, but some of it is stuff I wouldn’t dare to eat in the States, but they make it taste pretty good here. Although, I like rice, I eat it atleast twice a day. Today, I had two dinners; one with volunteers and another when I got home. Even if I’m not hungry when I get home, well, I better still find room in my stomach to eat.

I try to get into my room for good before 11 every night. I have been pretty good about doing that. Still not sleeping 100% through the night, I try to get as much sleep as I can. By days end, I’m pretty drained mentally and physically, so it’s a bit frustrating that my sleep is not the best, but I don’t think there is much I can do about it.

That is my typical day here in Thies as a Peace Corps Trainee. Only 25 months and a week left….time flies.

Rumors...

April 5, 2006

Amongst the Urban Ag program, there are rumors flying about placements. We are supposed to find out late next week where we are going to be going. While far from easy still, the likelihood of living in a mud hut in the middle of nowhere scenario is very slim. As I have stated in previous post, there are 7 Urban Ag trainees (including myself) in my stage. There are 2 guys and 5 girls. Five are learning wolof and the other 2 are learning other national languages. I say all this because it is important in placement. The two learning other national languages already know their sites due to the availability of sites and where their languages are spoke. Apparently the sites in Mbour and Dakar are going to guys. I don’t say this to be sexist, but due to safety concerns, they are apparently easier places for guys to work. I have also heard Thies being thrown out on the table too, which is where the training center is. Mbour is a beach resort town but apparently has some racial conflicts. Dakar is pretty much the capital of Western Africa and has its own challenges. Because I came into this not wanting to have expectations, I don’t care where I get placed, whether it is in a village 40 km from a town (this won’t happen since I’m urban ag) or in a large city, but living on the beach isn’t where I thought I’d have a chance to live this time last year. But once again, this is all speculation but with input from credible sources. Placements apparently can change at the last minute due to certain factors. I’ll let yall know when I find out for sure.

I See White People

April 5, 2006

I can’t say I have been looked after this well before, at least not for along time. While I’m 23 years old, being in Senegal right now, I feel like I still wear a diaper. Learning the language is going to take a lot of time as well as understanding my surroundings. Fortunately, I have an awesome family here that looks after me and protects me to some extent.

Monday night, I went out with my brothers and sister to the Place de France here in Thies for Independence Day Eve rally. It involved kids marching with torches. It was pretty cool to see. We ended up meeting up with some other volunteers and their host siblings. When I say we met up, I really mean that we stand out like a sore thumb. Pretty much, I know about half of the "white people" I see. Because of this, at one point Monday night, a crowd of people kind of crowded around us and started talking to us. While not knowing exactly what they were saying, I don’t think it was the nicest of talk and it got alittle scary, I’m not gonna lie. My sister, who could hold her own anywhere, told them to f’off and got all of us Peace Corps people out of there. Pretty much all the trainees that have met her love her because, yes, she is awesome. It is kinda neat though, I feel like when I go out with my brothers and sisters, I have bodyguards. Its pretty cool. One day I plan on busting out a sharpie and start signing autographs.

Another example of how my family has looked after me occurred today. When I returned home from class, I went to a corner shop with one of my brothers and sister to buy ingredients for beignets. While there, all I could here was "toubab, toubab, toubab, toubab." This is a term that supposedly means all non-resident, but really is said to any white person. I don’t think it is the most respectful of terms, but you hear it all the time, mostly from kids. I heard it more when I was in Kedegou than here in Thies, but regardless, it gets old. Well, my brother Omar told the kids to shut up, then chased them, and then got the novel idea to throw a few rocks at them. Omar is probably about 12 or 13 and the kids that were calling me toubab were probably 5. Well, one of the rocks hit one of the kids in the head pretty hard. Whether he deserved it or not, that is a different story. He ran into his house crying and out came three of his bigger brothers/cousins/friends (relationships aren’t easy to figure out here). My sister started yelling at my brother and smacked the crap out of him on the face and yelled at the little kid’s entourage as well. We ended up leaving the store and while I condone hitting 5 year olds in the head with rocks, I did give my brother a hug and high five because of the principle of it. Its an amazing feeling when you know somebody is going to stand up for you like that. In a sense, I’m not a toubab, I’m here to live and work amongst the Senegelese people for the next two years. I’m glad my family has taken me in as much as they have. So we get back in, and the first thing out of my sisters mouth is "Papa, Omar hit a kid in the head with a rock." So Omar and Papa had a talk. Then the little kid’s mom/sister and the kid came over to figure out the situation. So here we go again. Fortunately, the two families know each other well and my dad set things straight I believe. Unfortunately, everything was in really fast wolof, which I’m not at the stage yet where I can understand a lot of even slow wolof. Then mamma came home…so I heard everything again. Finally, I just had to get out of the house for a bit, because I really wish I had known what they were saying partially because it was in a sense about me, and my family’s view on the concept of the ‘toubab’, so I walked two houses down to tell my story to another volunteer.

The moral of the story is that I have a family here in Senegal that looks after me and isn’t afraid to stand up for me, especially right now, when I’m not at a level to do it on my own. Laughing and playing dumb only gets you so far on the streets, so its nice to have a strong crutch to lean on right now.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

First Batch of Photos

Here is the link to view my first set of pictures. They are mostly from my Demystification trip. Hopefully I can get my next set up pictures (ones of my family) up soon. If you are asked for a password, click view without signing in. If you have any problems let me know. j

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