Fun in the (115 degree plus) Sun

So I gave my second lesson at the Girl's School and it went reasonably well. There are some girls in the class you seem generally interested and a few who could care less... same as teenagers in the states I suppose. I decided to start with marketing instead of accounting / costing as it is much less technical and (hopefully) will catch their attention better than the other subjects. Of course when I say marketing, costing, accounting I am talking really basic stuff: "Qu'est-ce que c'est une client?... Ko hundon woni 'client'? (What is a client?)" I do the class in French, but have to speak really slow as even my French is, amazingly, far better than most of the girls in the class; but I also find myself repeating some key phrases in Pulaar when I can. I think the hardest thing for the students is to understand how to take these ideas and apply them to there real lives. They think of business as buying something in bulk, sitting in the market next to all the other people selling the same good, and selling it for the same price as everyone else. What I'm trying, therefore, to get across in my course is not so much a lot of technical information, but simply trying to get them to start thinking like entrepreneurs with an eye for competition. It's the only way that a sustainable business with prospect for any growth will ever happen.

This brings into question some personal problems I've had with people thinking solely with a capitalistic frame of mind that plagued me before leaving America to joining the Peace Corps. The Senegalese are incredibly community focused and help out their neighbors, friends, extended family (usually these groups are all one in the same) without a second's thought as to what they are giving up. This is a trait I feel as though we've lost in the States, where everyone seems to look out for themselves and immediate families only. On the other hand, when your society expects you to support everyone around you regardless of the cause of their problems it creates a situation where all too often the one motivated, productive individual is held back by the large number of people who are dependent upon him or her, leaving no room for growth and hence an overall stagnant economy and a country with little hope of development. In the end I think that both cultures can ultimately learn from each other: yes, competition is good and drives progress but it wouldn't hurt if we looked out for each other a little more. I mean people here are giving food to each other when they themselves haven't eaten and at home we second guess helping someone in need because we are saving up for a nicer car. So, as I said before (in another of my little philosophical/sociological rants... I think it helps to clear my mind sometimes if I write it down), I think we in the States could learn from the Senegalese: help each other out a bit, and realize that we really do have it pretty good (I know I'm not home for the big economic crisis right now, but I doubt anyone reading this is missing meals); and maybe the Senegalese could learn that a little competition could help 'whip them into shape' a bit and the people that are motivated and hardworking here would be allowed to flourish and develop their country.

One day I also made my first attempt at making 'Neem Cream' at my house. There is a tree that grows around here, called Neem (in Pulaar maybe... not sure what language that name is in), that has certain properties which deter insects. It's therefore used in agriculture to ward of pests that eat crops, and can also be made into a type of insect repellent. Basically you just boil a bunch of the leaves in water for a while, whittle up a bar of soap, and mix it all together with some oil. Then you get a cheap, homemade insect repellent. The idea is that people can make this in their village and get bitten by mosquitoes less frequently, leading to less malaria and infected mosquito bites. Of course my family thought I was crazy for using perfectly good cooking oil and a bar of soap for a purpose other than what they're intended for. Soon (the rainy season should be starting within this month and is strongest June - August, bringing not only a lot of rain but A LOT of bugs as well) we will find out how well it works and just maybe they will actually want to make the next batch themselves! Here's to hoping...

This past month some of the volunteers and I also had another one of our sex ed meetings at the school in Diaobé; this time it was actually the students presenting what they had learned from us to their classmates. This consisted of two days of work, the first being a day of planning with the students, helping them to make lesson plans out of the information they learned and letting them practice presenting one time before having to do it in front of their peers. The topic chosen to start with was 'Grossesses Précoces et Non-Desirée' or Premature and Unwanted Pregnancies. Then the next day the students presented to their classes while the other volunteers and I walked between classes to monitor the talks and add little tidbits in when deemed necessary, sometimes trying to steer the direction of the conversation a little. It went well over all, the students were very interested, but some pretty amazing cultural differences shone through in the course of the classes. The relation between women and men is much different here than in the states and some of the classes turned mainly into a discussion between girls and boys (the girls being vastly outnumbered as so many have quite school by the age of 14... hence why we're trying to have them talk about premature and unwanted pregnancies!) Also some people mentioned how people will purposely cut the tips of condoms to purposely impregnate / get impregnated to force a marriage, how it is 100% impossible for guys to resist a girl if she says she wants to have sex without a condom and it is totally her fault for the lack of protection (apparently guys just can't say "no, I'd rather use a condom"), and some other really unique statements I've never heard before. In the end the talks should help, if nothing else they now at least know they can get condoms from their classmates without having to go to the med hut to ask for them where everyone in the village with know they're searching for condoms: blush, blush. It worked last year in another village, so hopefully the talks prove effective in Diaobé as well, Inshallah.

Well, since this was a two day event I got to spend the night in Kounkané; giving myself time to go swimming in a local river. I had heard mixed reports about crocodiles and hippos but when it's 105 in the shade and you're biking in the sun it's hard to resist. I even got some nice photos with a local fisherman, who then told me there are crocodiles, so that ended that swimming session. I'll just have to wait to go to Kolda again and swim in the pool! Before heading back to Velingara I went to the large market in Diaobé with my Senegalese Mother. She used to buy stuff in bulk here (mainly this type of cooking oil they use in almost every sauce here) and then sell it back in Velingara for a pretty good profit. But, as I had mentioned, my host Dad has been having trouble with money recently as the government here simply will go 9 months without paying people while the bosses are visiting France and Dakar... so my family spent all the capital my mom uses to buy the goods on food that we ate. So I went with her and bought all the stuff she sells just to get her doing something again other than just sitting around the house with no way to make any money. This way she can sell it all, give me back my investment (theoretically) and keep the profit she makes until my dad actually gets paid.

Well this entry is going to be another long one, sorry, but I've been going a month between posts and I'm actually a little more active now. Since I've gotten to Velingara my family has been saying I need to visit this village called Lenkering where some family friends live. So one weekend I just called up my Dad's friend, Sadio, (he's like 60 but really nice) and told him I was coming for a few days. The village is farther south, approaching the border of Guinea, and is beautiful! The farther south you go the more trees there are, so it's not quite so sandy there even though we're in the driest part of the year right now. I spent a day walking all around the town with a friend and neighbor of Sadio, including visiting a really cool community garden they have fenced in where there are a lot of grafted mango trees and vegetables. Ohhh ya, it's mango season now and for the next couple months, which here in the south of Sénégal basically means I get to eat as many free, freshly picked mangoes as I want, which is awesome and simply delicious.

I have also been battling wing Senelac recentely, which is the the Senegalese power company. I have been trying to get electricity installed in my hut, which is no small feet. Basically they are waiting for the bride that I'm resisting giving them. Anyways I have been stopping by there most everyday hanging out with the workers there, trying the build enough trust for them to give me my counter before I leave in a year and a half! It's to the point where the "patron de base" is sick of seeing me, so hopefully I will win soon. Inshallah, I will win without paying them they're extra money soon; we exchange knowing, smiling glances each time I pay them a visit.

In the meantime I have been continuing the classes at the girls' school and recently showed a video aimed at improving girls rights in the area. The movie encourages Senegalese girls to leave the house and aspire to achieve their personal dreams: outside of playing the typical culturally appropriate role of house maker (and not the only the only house-maker, but one of many at that). So we are giving out scholarships to girls in volunteer communities throughout Sénégal, encouraging them to continue their education beyond an elementary level, which is very lacking here. People here can't so much as buy a single notebook or pen, so it's great to know a few girls will at least be able to pay their school dues and get the utter basic supplies.

This past weekend I went on some village visits with World Vision and The Grandmother Project, who I work with. We had these forums with grandmothers and others from the villages and talked about reinforcing traditional values while ending female genital cutting, etc. My 'job' for the day was photographer, so I got to take a lot of photos (check my picasaweb account, a lot of new pictures are up, haven't had time to comment them yet though!) It was a fun weekend that included a lot of dancing with really old Senegalese women, some interesting car rides including one in the truck bed on dirt roads with about 50 plastic chairs and 8 elderly African, I had two grandmother's sitting on my lap as we drove through the bush!

Finally back in Kolda though, been a month since I was last here! So I'm more than ready for the break and to speak a little English. I'm going to be going to Kedagou soon to see a local Bassari animist festival, then back to site to continue working. Missed a bunch of stuff again but this is already a long enough post. Although it's now 115 degrees every day, it is at least mango season, so I can fight the heat with as many fresh mangoes as I want! Jamtun and more soon, Inshallah!