Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving in Kaolack, Senegal!

Well we had quite a Thanksgiving feast here (on the day before Thanksgiving because there is a big Islamic celebration on Friday/Saturday [i.e. “Black Friday” and the day after it] so we all wanted extra time to travel back to our respective villages for that). Our meal consisted of 3 turkeys (2 grilled on a big enclosed charcoal grill [see picture below] and one deep fat fried), mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potato mash (we have a different kind of sweet potato/yam here, but it was still just as delicious!), squash soup/mash (it was kind of thick soup), home-made rolls, cranberry sauce (from a can, but good nonetheless), deviled eggs, macaroni and cheese, cucumber, tomato, and carrot salad with home-made balsamic vinaigrette, lentil and veggie soup, and millet bread (instead of cornbread, which was sooooooo delicious and Kenny totally just made the recipe up as he went since we couldn’t find corn meal/flour). Everything was incredibly delicious – we’re pretty sure we had the best Thanksgiving meal in Senegal, even better than the thanksgiving dinner at the Ambassador’s house (where some PCVs ate). :)




Dessert consisted of several different options, all of which were pretty untraditional Thanksgiving Day desserts except for the pumpkin log (and Teresa actually used a squash, not a pumpkin) and apple crisp (since it’s easier to make in a large quantity than apple pie and just as tasty). Teresa made the pumpkin log, pineapple upside-down cake, and apple crisp. I made snickerdoodle cookies and peanut butter brownies with chocolate butter-cream frosting and chocolate sprinkles. The brownies were a huge hit – I am definitely going to be making them again!!


It was quite challenging cooking for 35+ people in such a small kitchen, but we made it work by planning ahead, making a schedule, starting the night before, and cooking all night. We were right on schedule, though – we started eating just a little bit after 5 (the turkey carving is what held us up at the end and you can only have so many people around a turkey with sharp knives…). :)


We were all so full after dinner – as is supposed to be the case after Thanksgiving dinner – that we couldn’t clean at all, but just had to sit/lay around and chat. What was so great about our dinner above and beyond the tastiness of it all, was that, after all the expenses, it still only cost each of us 3,200 cfa, which is about $7. I think that’s saying something about our creativity and resourcefulness that we were able to make a genuine American meal here so cheaply (and quickly for that matter – though about 5 people were cooking all day and anywhere from 5-10 more people were helping out with various things, like chopping, stirring, doing dishes, etc.). But creativity and resourcefulness are qualities a PCV must have – and if he/she doesn’t have them, he/she learns them very quickly! :)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Bissap – tea and sorbet!!!

As I mentioned in an earlier post, the girls in the girls group in Kayemor I’m working with have just started harvesting their (beautiful) red bissap flowers. Last year it was transformed into tea and sold in the States and Europe, which will happen again this year, too. Also, though (I just found this out!), Ben and Jerry’s just made a deal with the NGO the helps guide the girls group to buy some of the bissap, too, to make bissap sorbet! I have no idea when this product will actually hit the market, but keep your eyes open because I’m sure it will be amazing!

CORRECTION: I was misinformed earlier – Ben and Jerry’s is interested in making bissap sorbet, but they have yet to make any sort of formal deal.

Here’s a close-up of these beautiful (and tasty – when boiled or soaked in water with sugar) flower:




The girls’ bissap field:

Giving Thanks for Food: Food Security and Seed Storage

It’s almost Thanksgiving and ‘tis the season to be thankful. And, as I think about all the great food we PCVs are pulling together for our Thanksgiving feast here in Kaolack, I can’t help but be thankful for food – and not just for the food itself (for how tasty it is and for how it sustains us), but also for the people that work so hard to grow it and transport it and sell it, for the sun and the soil that support the plants that become our food (directly or, as is increasingly the case in the States, indirectly), for the researchers and educators who help improve and adapt agricultural activities, and for the ways in which communities (large and small, local and international) can be built and strengthened through food. As an ag volunteer here in Senegal, the main part of my job is helping people grow better food – better in terms of increasing yields, increasing diversity, and increasing sustainability. This is essentially what is meant by the term “food security” – the ability to grow enough food for yourself (whether that “self” is a single individual, a family, a community, or a nation) to sustain yourself all year round. This concept focuses are the ability to literally grow the food yourself, rather than growing something else to sell to have money to buy other food, but it certainly does not exclude the possibility of trade and specialization (as is the current trend throughout the world). One way to help ensure food security is to improve farmers’ ability to store their seed from year to year during the dry season in a community-based seed storage facility. Seed storage in and of itself is helpful for food security because it allows farmers to have seed from the previous year to plant without having to worry about having money to buy seed (since the time right before the rainy season is usually when people are shortest on money) nor worry about if there will be seed available (based on many different factors that could affect this, like the government, seed companies, and roads and other infrastructure issues). And having a community-based seed storage facility helps farmers because it is a safer, more secure, better place to store seed than the average seed storage location for an individual family because it’s a actual separate building with (in theory) secure walls, ceiling, and doors so animals (and people) can’t get in and eat or steal seed. Having a common building for seed storage also means that farmers are less likely to eat their seed (if they are getting low on money and food), and it means seed is usually properly stored (in terms of using the correct chemical treatments if necessary) since everyone is storing their seed together. All in all, a seed storage facility is one of many ways to improve food security in a community. The PCV before me in Kayemor, Kate, met with farmers, community leaders, and a local NGO when she first got to Kayemor to determine what the community saw was their primary need/desire. They determined that a community seed storage facility was it – so she applied for a Peace Corps Partnership to raise money for the building: https://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=resources.donors.contribute.projDetail&projdesc=685-104 She has raised quite a bit of money already, and the community is contributing 25% of the total funds, but we still need to raise a little under $4,000. We would really like to have the money raised by January so construction of the building can begin during the cool, dry season, and be done before the start of the rainy season. Check out the website and let me know what you think of it! Part of what I want to do through this Peace Corps Partnership and building is not just to raise the money itself, but to create an ongoing relationship between people in the States and people in Kayemor, so everyone involved can learn and grow.
On another note related to food security, Peace Corps Senegal and USAID are working together on a new project focused on food security in Senegal, which will helpfully pull together the benefits of Peace Corps’ grassroots focus with the additional funding USAID can provide. I don’t know a whole lot about it right now, but as things develop I will do my best to post updates as I learn about them. For right now, check out this article from The Economist: http://www.economist.com/world/international/displaystory.cfm?story_id=14926122

My HUT!

In as few words as possible, my hut is amazing. It is big and spacious, has a light bulb and an outlet, has two doors (though unfortunately no windows), gets good air flow (which also means it gets really dusty – but what doesn’t here?!?!), has a nice backyard (with basil and mint and 2 young papaya trees that will hopefully produce fruit next year!) with an outdoor bathroom and “shower” area (for my bucket baths), is in the back corner of my family’s compound so I can feel part of the family but still can escape if I need to, is decorated with a world map and Senegal map and postcards and pictures already (and will be even more so with time – and I hope to paint a small mural of sorts, too!), has a nice bed and “desk” and dresser and bookshelf, is clean and organized, and feels like my home for the next 2 years (which is good, since it is my home for the next 2 years). Here are some pictures to help elaborate on the coolness of my hut:

My desk and front door (on the right):


Just to the right of my front door - my bike, world map, postcards, second chair, trunks, etc:



My backdoor, bookshelf, seed storage containers (yellow buckets and big water jugs), the mat for the kids to sit and play on, and the side of my dresser (with fabric hanging over the front):

Essentially the same stuff, with a slightly different angle (my water filter is featured prominently in the center there), and the Senegal map is off to the left:

My bed, mosquito net (yellow-ish thing hanging down from the ceiling), top of my dresser, desk, and front door:



My bathing area to the left (with my bucket of water and pan in the back to collect any extra water that I then use to water my basil, mint, and papaya trees) and my "toilet" to the right:

My backyard - nothing planted in it yet, but I might plant some stuff...or use it for my tree nursery area in the spring:

It’s getting’ chilly!

It now is getting chilly at night here – down in the low 60s. All the Senegalese people think it’s really cold here now – the women bundle up in shawls and the boys and men wear pants for sure (the men regardless pretty much always wear pants, though boys/teenagers often wear shorts), and jackets, too, if they have them. I’ve started sleeping in pants and a long sleeve shirt at night – and usually end up pulling up my sheet over me by morning. It is so amazing. Literally AMAZING. I still get hot and sweaty (a bit) during the day – the sun is still hot for sure (weather.com claims it gets in the mid-90s here still…but it really doesn’t seem that hot!), but it cools off nicely by evening. If I don’t get a chance to take my (often second) bucket bath of the day until after the sun has set, I can almost get the goose-bumps. Almost. :) The guys in my compound run back to their room after their bucket baths at night with their “towel” (i.e. a big cut of fabric) wrapped around them tightly because they’re so cold. I can’t wait to be able to wear pants all day and feel comfortable in them (i.e. not really get hot at all, or at least not too much). I think that should happen pretty soon – certainly by January at least. I can’t wait. Everyone here thinks I’m crazy when I say that it feels so nice now that it’s so “cold” – I tell them it really is not cold here, it’s cold in my home in the States right now. I tell them to imagine being surrounded by ice (since many people don’t understand the word for snow, nor what it means/looks or feels like) – and that is what Minnesota is like now (not really, but it will be soon, and the word for “now” and “soon” are the same in Wolof, so it works). When I told Suckeye this, she just looked at me and said, “If I went to Minnesota, I would die.” And I said, “Yeah, well, you might, but you’d learn to just wear a lot of layers of clothes like we do, and then you’d be fine.” (Or I more or less said that in my somewhat broken Wolof. I think she got the idea, though.)

More things I’ve done

- Plucked chickens out of a tree (do that almost every night now for my mom since we have 2 that like to chill in a tree in our courtyard, while the rest are dutiful and go to the chicken coop each night)
- Biked to Ndiba (a town about 20 km away from Kayemor from the main road), went to the weekly market there (called a "lumma"), and swam in the Bao Bolon River (pronounced very similar to “Babylon”) with 2 other PCVs
- Shelled more peanuts (thank goodness for athletic tape – my fingers would be raw if I hadn’t had it!) and also dropped them in the air from one big plastic bin to another to separate out the shells from the actual nuts
- Cooked millet at 6am with my mom


- Cooked peanuts in the evening with my mom and other women


- Played soccer with boys (mostly 10-15 year olds), and run around the field with older guys (while the younger boys just messed around with the ball)
- Actually made tea (I learned how to in TawaFall, but couldn’t quite get the technique down of pouring the tea from cup to cup to cool it down and get a foam on top, but now I can!) [Side note: my nickname among my family and a few other people like Yassa is “Xiim” which is the verb “to make tea” because the people in TawaFall would sometimes use that for when they were actually making tea, so I said it one of my first days in Kayemor and they all got a kick out of it because no one in Kayemor really uses that word…oh nicknames. :) Gotta love ‘em.]
- Went to Kayemor’s daily vegetable market, bought the vegetables for lunch, and then peeled and cut them as they should be (according to Senegalese cooking techniques) – all by myself! (I’ve done all that before, but with my mom, never by myself.)
- Learned how to open, fill (that’s easy!), and tie (quite challenging at first, but once I got it down, I got in quite a bit of a rhythm) the little plastic bags my mom (and the other kids in my compound) fill every day with bisaap juice to freeze and make “radi” (that my aunt then sells the next day, mostly to kids, for 25 cfa, which is about 5-10 cents)
- Made a garden in the fenced in area in my compound where my mom grows corn, cassava, and millet during the rainy season, has a couple papaya trees, and has a vegetable garden during the dry/cold season
- Locked myself in my hut and worked on my computer a few mornings, mainly to read past documents the PCV before me in Kayemor had emailed to me and to write up stuff for my blog (like this!)
- Had bisaap harvesting training with the girls in my girls group, and harvested a little of the bisaap flowers (and cut my fingers in a few places while doing so because my knife was so sharp and I am so used to dull knives)
- Started reading “A Short History of Nearly Everything” by Bill Bryson; still have yet to finish “Huckleberry Finn” (the first book I started here) but decided a wanted a little more intellectual stimulation one day, so pulled that book off my shelf [I am probably the only PCV in Senegal right now that has not read an entire book yet during our service so far…as much as I love reading, I just think that sitting and chatting as best I can with my family and friends is better for me right now in terms of community integration, learning Wolof, getting to know my family, etc. etc. – and I still have plenty of time to read all the books I want to]

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Observations

[Disclaimer: Below is a list of observations I have made regarding life in Senegal as I see and interpret it. In no way is it meant to reflect everyone’s life nor their view of life in Senegal.]


There is an enormous gap in education levels among people here. For example, my mom, Suckeye, never went to school and is illiterate. Most of the children here go to school, but that’s because Kayemor is a “wealthier” village (it’s all a matter of perspective since they would still be considered extremely poor in the states) – and because we actually have a school (children come from all the surrounding villages to go to school here). A couple weeks ago I met a man who studied at the university in Dakar and at a university in Brazil, knows several languages, has travelled around South America and Europe a bit – and now lives in Nioro and works with women who are largely illiterate, never went to school, and have never even been to Dakar let alone another country (besides maybe the Gambia since we’re so close to it). While we have a similar gap in the US, it isn’t as extreme as here. The average American can read and write, knows generally about the world (ex. how many continents there are, that the ocean is salty, what snow and sand are), can do basic math, has general knowledge about the human body and other animals, can name a handful of famous people (other than just Barack Obama) and what they’re famous for, and knows generally about current events and what’s going on in the world. I’m not sure if the average Senegalese person could do these things – certainly if they’ve had anything beyond a primary school education they could, but many people (especially adult women right now – since widespread education is still in the process of spreading to the rural areas and there has been less of an emphasis on educating women in the past) haven’t even had that and it can make life much more challenging for these people for many reasons. For example, Suckeye has a cell phone but since she can’t read, she can’t save anyone’s number in her phone (I’ve saved other peoples numbers in her phone for her several times already – though that’s often largely useless since she usually ends up memorizing the numbers because she can’t read the names of the people in her address book…) or set the alarm on her phone if she, for example, wants to get up really early (like 5 am) to cook the millet so she doesn’t have to do it when it’s hot during the day. Also, when I’ve pointed at various places on the world map in my room (ex. Minnesota is where my parents and brother and his fiancée live, while Colorado is where my sister lives; and Europe is north and east of Senegal), she doesn’t really understand. I’m not sure if anyone has ever explained to her what the world is like, but maybe when my Wolof is better I will be able to.


Students here have a much more casual relationship with their teachers here. I say this slightly hesitantly, because I’m sure it’s not always the case and I’m not sure “casual” is the right word, but I’ve noticed it in several different aspects and scenarios, which I will try to explain. First, for example, my friend Yassa washes her French teacher’s clothes. This would be strange in the States because men do laundry there, but here men generally don’t wash clothes (they know how to, but it is part of the women’s job to do laundry, so if a man isn’t married yet but not living at home or with other family members, he finds some other girl/woman to do his laundry – and in this case, it’s Yassa, one of his students, whom he pays to wash his clothes). (I was glad to find out that he pays her because it’s hard work and takes a long time – all morning, or longer if she’s washing her own clothes and the clothes of other people in her family, too). I went with Yassa to go get his clothes one evening, and when we got to his room (he lives at the peñc mi, which translates as “public place”, along with many other teachers – so that means that it is one large compound with several buildings that consist of a row of rooms that act as bedrooms, living rooms, etc. with a door out to the central area of the compound) he was in the middle of praying, so we just went into his room and sat down on his bed and waited for him to finish. Then when we were done we had a nice conversation about me and my work here, and what I used to do in the States, and other stuff like that before Yassa’s teacher gathered up his clothes, wrapped them in a big towel (which I carried on my head back to Yassa’s house because I wanted to help out), and gave money to Yassa.
Another evening I went with Yassa to invite the doctor at the hospital in Kayemor over for lunch the next day because he was interested in getting to know me and learn more about my work here [this isn’t creepy like it kind of sounds – it is not uncommon here at all for people to be invited over or to just go to someone else’s house for the day to sit and eat lunch and drink tea and talk], but when we got to his house, we learned he was traveling for several days so we couldn’t talk with him. Instead, though, Yassa’s math and biology teacher was there reading and watching TV along with another young man, so we stayed and talked for quite a while about lots of different things. While Yassa may not have normally stayed there and chatted for such a long time with her teachers if I hadn’t been there, the thing I find most interesting is that it’s not uncommon or strange for her to sit and chat with her teachers outside of school in their homes or other places. This is just an extension of the fact that community is such an important and ever-present aspect of life here. Students are often related to their teachers (even if very remotely, it still counts) and interact with their teachers in many ways outside of class because the community is so small (by American standards). I guess this is probably very similar to life in a small rural town in the States, though I still think the emphasis on community here is more prevalent than even in a small town in the US. I wish I could have spent more time with my teachers growing up. I continue to keep in touch with several teachers (from elementary school, middle school, high school, and college) and I am still learning from them. As children and young adults I think we tend to greatly under-appreciate the wealth of knowledge, guidance, and direction teachers can offer if we are willing to be open to them and have the opportunity to learn from them not only in the classroom but outside the classroom as well. [I refrained from saying “out in the real world” because I think the classroom is the real world – it certainly has been real to me for the past 19+ years I’ve spent in a classroom.] Anyway, I’m not sure if students here take advantage of this opportunity to interact with and learn from their teachers outside the classroom, but at least it is easier for them to do so here than it usually is in the US. And not only can students learn from their teachers, but teachers can learn from their students – about what life is like for them now (because invariably it is different from when they were growing up, no matter how young the teacher is), what activities they’re involved in, what their families are like, what they like and dislike, what they think about school/the town/the world/life, etc. etc.


The topic of community is so important I think it deserves its own section. I’m not sure the best way to go about talking about it, so I’ll just give examples of ways the strength of the community is expressed. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before or not, but kids just roam freely here and parents don’t worry because they know older kids and other adults will watch out for them and keep them safe. If a person has a problem, family and friends (which is essentially almost everyone) are quick to help out. Families are very large and fluid – my mom’s brother’s wife’s step sister’s niece, for example, would be considered family and could come stay with us for any amount of time without any problems. We do, in fact, have 3 students staying at our house right now (and another one across the street staying with my aunt and uncle) who are related to me in some way (through my mom – have yet to figure out the details…but I know none of them have the same last name as my mom). They sometimes go back to their homes on the weekends, but not always. They act and are treated almost like Suckeye’s (my mom) children – the girl helps with the cooking, sweeping, dishes, laundry, etc., while the boys run errands and do manual labor activities (like building millet-stalk fences), and, in return, they get beds (the boys share one bed and the girl shares a bed with my brother who’s 6 – not at all uncommon) and meals here. I’m not exactly sure if their parents give them money to give to Suckeye or if they give her other things (ex. milk, bisaap, fabric, etc.) or if they don’t give her anything directly but all involved just know that they will help her out whenever she needs it (or just give her things they know she’ll like or want). In any case, community is an incredibly important aspect of life here and I’m sure I will be writing about many more examples of how community is expressed here in the months and years to come.


No one says “please”, and “thank yous” are limited. It is part of the culture here to not really say “please” ever (I don’t even know what the word for “please” is in Wolof), and to not say “thank you” very much (though people certainly do say it). Instead, people just make demands. For example, instead of saying “Can I have some water, please?” people say “Give me water.” And instead of saying “Will you help me shell my peanuts, please?” people say “Shell peanuts for me.” These demands have gotten on my nerves a bit at times because I am so used to being very polite, asking very nicely for things I need or want, and saying “please” and “thank you” all the time. However, I am gradually getting used to this fact of life here. I think part of the reason people don’t say “please” and “thank you” that much is because of the community culture here – since everyone shares everything so much, it is not strange or rude by any means to say “Give me some water” or “Shell peanuts for me” because the other person will most definitely say the same thing (or something similar) sometime later. What I think I will struggle with the most is figuring out if I want to change my habit of being polite and saying “please” and “thank you” to fit into the culture better here, or if I want to maintain that aspect of myself/American culture. I mean, I already stand out since I’m the only white person in Kayemor (except when other Peace Corps people come to visit), and they already think I’m a bit strange because I wear different clothes, can’t talk in Wolof very well, wear a helmet when I ride my bike, etc. etc., so it wouldn’t really make a difference if I continued to ask politely for things and say “thank you” a lot. I’m not sure if it would help people feel more comfortable with me if I acted like everyone else in this respect or not. I do think, though, that by saying “thank you” a lot and being polite I can help teach Senegalese people about American culture, which is one of the three goals of the Peace Corps, so perhaps that’s what I’ll continue to do.


Money is a tricky issue here, just like it is in the US. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard the phrase “Amul xaalis fii” which means “There is no money here [in the village, in Senegal, in Africa, etc.]”. Since people have so little money here, they are always concerned about how much money they have, how much they’re spending, etc. One way I’ve seen this concern expressed very clearly is at baptisms. When women go to a baptism (and they go to them all the time since people are constantly having babies and since essentially everyone is invited to a baptism), they are expected to give money to the new mother (and her family). Usually the women all gather at some point late in the afternoon after lunch and after the dishes are done (and after those that were cooking/doing dishes have changed into their really nice clothes) to give/collect the money and record the amount of money given. The women have notebooks with lists of people’s baptisms, the people who attended each baptism, and how much money each woman gave. This is because when a woman attends another woman’s baby’s baptism she is expected to give the same amount of money (if not more) to that woman as that woman had given her when her baby had a baptism. As an American, where money is important but not exactly put on display quite as much and quite as regularly, this tradition seems a bit bizarre and condescending (in that it seems like the women don’t trust each other to give them money at their babies’ baptisms so they must record it), but it isn’t bizarre or condescending here – it is just a fact of their culture and another way community is strengthened because they are able to show how much they’ve been able to support and provide for other families.


Education is a major issue everywhere, and especially in developing countries. I was told here earlier in September that school should start early to mid October provided the teachers don’t go on strike because the government hasn’t gotten their act together to pay them. As far as I know, school started on time this year. But I have noticed (mainly through conversations with my friend Yassa and the students that live at my house) that classes are cancelled all day for the days when the teachers need to go into the nearest big town (Nioro) to get paid, which has happened at least once (and is maybe a monthly or bimonthly event) – there isn’t a direct deposit system for them as far as I know so they have to go to the bank (I assume…?) to get their paychecks. Also, there are no substitute teachers; if teachers are sick, traveling, at a baptism/wedding/funeral (which happens a lot), or whatever, then there just isn’t class. This is just one of many complicating factors that makes going to school/learning here so much harder than it (generally) is for students in the States. Another factor is the fact that students travel from all around Kayemor to go to school here. I’m sure it’s more like situations in really remote, rural places in the US. But I think there are definitely more schools in the States than here. And there is an actual school bus system in the US, whereas here the students have to walk, ride a bike (rare), ride a horse (even more rare), take a charette, or take the big alhams into to Kayemor everyday (or, like the students in my compound, once a week and stay over at a relative’s house). This obviously takes time and can become expensive over the extent of the school year (paying for the charette and/or alham every day or every week), plus since students are in school they can’t work in the fields as much, or do other money-gaining work. Students do definitely work, though – they go to the fields in the later afternoons/evenings before the sun sets around 7pm; they do the laundry; they help cook; they do the dishes; they sweep and clean; they build fences and repair tools; etc etc. This obviously takes time away from when the students could be studying and is very tiring (since most of this work is physically-demanding), which is another factor that makes learning more challenging here. (I definitely recognize that students in the States work, too – both for their families like students here, and for pay, in restaurants, stores, etc., but the work here really isn’t an option like it is for many students in the states – they choose to work because they want to have personal spending money, for example.) All in all, I am very impressed by the dedication and desire that I have seen in students here (not all, but many) to learn and improve their lives through education.