Tabaski and then Some

Happy Tabaski! So It's been another week or two at site (the days tend to just blend together here) and my life as a Peace Corps Volunteer chugs along. I have basically been spending my days hanging out with my family, working on my language skills (that will never end!) and making more introductions and figuring out exactly where I will be working. I have a meeting coming up with the Inspector of schools of the Department of Velingara (similar to the Superintendent in the States) where we will be discussing the possibility of me giving computer training to students, and during the summer vacation, to all of the teachers (very few of whom know how to use a computer at all). This will be interesting as I will be teaching many people things as basic as how to use the mouse and what a cursor is... I should be returning from Senegal with a new found appreciation for the saying: 'Patience is a Virtue.' I'm still waiting on my Supervisor to return from Mecca, which should be in about a week, at which point I will be introduced to the women's groups with whom I will provide some business / management advice and training. I really need some more Pulaar for that, as most women here don't speak French.

As a whole things have been going well. As I said the days can kind of blend together, some days being better than others. There are definitely days where I am completely bored, feel as though I'm doing nothing and really realize how much of an outsider I am. But then there are also the days that are great, I get along well with everyone and make some new strides in my language. I had my first loss of patience with a Senegalese man who was more educated than most and was persistently asking me for money which he said he's spend on a party (this was immediately following a long and in depth conversation about the causes of poverty and the lack of funds and work in Senegal: such as the fact that all the most highly educated people leave for Europe or the US and having no capital with which to invest). I then lost my temper and yelled at him in French that spending money on things such as parties was exactly the problem and that nobody here saves for the future and that it was exactly the reason for the lack of funds and work. I did manage to add a few apologies in and walked away mid-sentence with my face clearly red and my fists clenched. It wasn't that what he said was any worse than other Senegalese, it was just kind of the boiling point. (Don't get the impression by this story and my last post that all my time with the Senegalese is spent deflecting demands for money... it's usually just once and then we can talk for hours and have great conversations.)

This past week was also Tabaski, the largest Muslim holiday of the year. It is to celebrate the Story of Abraham (same in the Koran as the Bible) where God told Abraham he must kill his only son as a sacrifice as he didn't have a goat. Right as Abraham was about to engorge his son, God replaced the boy with a goat... hence proving Abraham's faith in God and God's status as great and caring. The more I learn about it, the more I realize how similar the three major sects of religion (Christians, Muslims and Jews) are basically the same thing. They all preach doing good towards others, they all believe in one God, and they all draw on the stories and history of the same area and roughly the same time period. Religion aside, a Senegalese holiday basically consists of a lot of buildup with very little actual ‘party.’ Everyone who can (and many who can’t but do anyway) buy new clothing for the event. This is likely the only clothing they will buy that year, so it’s a pretty big deal for them. Also, the girls all do each other’s hair by adding fake hair extensions and braiding for a week straight. Finally, and most importantly, each family buys a goat for slaughter in celebration of the holiday and in recognition of God.

In the morning I got up early and joined the male members of my family at the large prayer session in the center of town. There were many, many people there and it was pretty powerful sitting in huge lines with the rest of them as we bowed and kissed the ground simultaneously in the Muslim style of prayer. I obviously didn’t know exactly what to do, but I’d seen others do it enough at this point that I could just mimic the people around me and get along fairly well. I must say, being at the prayer session earned me a little ‘Velingara street-cred!’ It was also quite powerful to kiss the ground and pray with so many people at the same time, it really invokes a sense of community and humility. After that I returned home where we did the ceremonial killing of the goat (that thing was stick and bones... hardly any meat at all!) after which the day of eating began and so I came to realize the reality of a Senegalese holiday. They basically just go around giving benedictions to all their neighbors and eating all day. I ate so much goat meat at every house that I visited that by mid-afternoon I passed out for a couple hours because I was just so stuffed. When no ‘party’ arrived as I had expected, I realized that eating meat and a new pair of clothing is definitely the most exciting thing that happens each year and is celebration enough in itself.

Also, at some point I took out my camera which made people go completely nuts. EVERYONE wanted a million photos taken of them and I was basically a photographer for the day while my family were the models; my sister’s especially loved it. I even was taken around to all my Dad’s friends’ houses to take photos for them as well (not as if I even have a way right now of making prints!) and by the end of the day I had taken over 100 photos and I wasn’t in a single one (got some of me in my bou-bou the next day). As a whole Tabaski was a good time... if nothing else I got my year’s worth of protein in one day, even though most of it came in the form of fat and cartilage (it’s amazing how good even that tastes now). And I will never forget my mental image of my brothers fighting over the cooked and picked clean skull of the goat (it looked like one of those skulls next to a tumble-weed in an old western) as they managed to find little pieces of brain and eye socket to eat. They picked it clean like a chicken wing. It’s too bad that with all the pictures I took that day I missed that one!

Two days later I left to go to Kolda for a few days as most all the other volunteers would be there, it was Jess’ birthday and we were having a house meeting. I had previously decided to ride my bike from Velingara to Kolda with two other volunteers who live close by, a distance of about 80 miles. All week my family was saying it was too far and I couldn’t do it, but I knew it was possible and was looking forward to the long ride... at least I could tell myself I accomplished something these first couple months! (Just kidding, my language has improved and I know my way around much better now. It’s just weird living for so long with no schedule or tangible accomplishments, so a little challenge like this is exactly what I needed!) So I got up to leave with the sunrise, beating the Mosque wake-up chants, and left by about 6:30 in the morning. I made it about 7km when I hit a pothole in the road and my back tire exploded! So after a week of being told I couldn’t make it to Kolda, I had to walk my broken bike back the 7km and prove them right. Needless to say I was a little disappointed but getting over stupid things like that is something I’ve gotten good at here: the land where pride can oftentimes be your biggest enemy. I ended going to Kolda via sept-place and the two girls rode their bikes without me... I passed them in the car on the way! But they made the whole distance in one day, so I will be doing that as soon as the next opportunity arises. Probably not for Christmas, as I will be carrying a fair amount of baggage, but my next visit to Kolda.

Ohhh, and for Christmas I’m going to spend it with the other volunteers in Kolda, baking cookies, watching Christmas movies and even eating duck! After which, for New Years, I think I will be going to the beach, but I’m not sure. I was originally going to go north to the beach with my stage-mates but unfortunately I think that might be a little too much for my Peace Corps budget right now. But that’s okay, this month as a whole is going to have a lot of time away from site and with other Americans, so it’s fairly relaxing. Meetings and class tomorrow, need to get some sleep. Goodnight and Merry Christmas!

Peace Always!

P.S. : Check out my Webshots albums, I’ve added some photos of Velingara... many more to go but it’s tough with the internet here to load too many. Got at least 100 up though!