What do you mean in village?

I have stayed in my village, Ndoudiene, for the last month. What this means is that I did not come to the regional house in the last month to use free internet, speak English, and eat at a restaurant. These are the things volunteers do to escape the stress of village life. Staying in village meant that I saw my family every day, spoke in wolof every day, ate maffee (rice with oily peanut sauce) every day, and experienced my first illnesses due to malnutrition. On that note, I know who I can trust in my family and who I can't. I know who has been making fun of me for the last four months because I understand the language quite well now. The food has been and will be horrible for the next year and a half. I pay my family for food but they never buy vegetables and if I buy them I have to buy enough for 20 people. It makes it hard to eat healthy. While I was in village I had Giardia. This is diagnosed by symptoms including diarrhea, excessive gas, sulfur tasting burps, and abdominal discomfort. I had it from Christmas until last Thursday the 10th. The combination of bad food and Giardia really crashed my immune system, thus I have an ulcer in my mouth. Through it all I'm still pretty happy and am now gorging on cucumbers,carrots,and yogurt. I don't think I'll do another month long stitch. It's not healthy and I run out of money because I have no access to a bank or ATM. Three weeks will be my max from this point on. Little miss kitty, Jasmine, was the best thing that has happened in the month I stayed. People are seriously afraid of cats here. The women run and scream fromthis kitten. My little brothers and sisters poured water on her and were trying to post her with a stick so I had to save her. I just couldn't watch that or know that I just walked away while it was happening. Now the kids are afraid to come in my room. Double bonus cute kitty and no dirty kids :)

Oh yea, I'm in Africa

So I spent the holidays traveling. I went to a friend's village for Christmas and we had an exquisite lunch at a campemant. Campemants are like hotels with swimming pools which usually cater to French or Europeans who come here to hunt. We had the whole place to ourselves though :) For New Years I went to Pompenguine. Its an area on the West Coast that is absolutely beautiful. It was the first time I didn't stay up until midnight. I fell asleep on the patio listening to the waves. Peaceful. The last couple weeks I have been working at site getting my cool season garden plans ready and visiting my Master Farmer. A Master Farmer is a person who has expressed interest in learning new techniques and is willing to teach them to others in the community.Mine is a woman who doesn't like to get  dirty....a major source of frustration. The other day I was biking through the bush,which is very sandy and not fun a t all, I looked around and was like oh yea I'm in Africa. I wonder what books and movies I had seen before I came here and I want to look again to compare what I now call home. I'm going to try to stay at site for the next month solid so that I can get a lot of work done in my community. That's why the last three days have been spent shopping in Kaolack for hut repair and garden materials. There was a monster rat in my room the other day he dug a hole into the cement under my dresser. Gross!! Well I better get some work done on the pest manual I'mmaking. Educating farmers about pesticide use has gone to near the top of my list. Below is a picture of a Baobob tree between two of my friends sites....I thought it had some interesting qualities ;)

In Service Training

For the last two weeks I have been learning what is expected of me as an agriculture volunteer in more detail than we have ever had before. Some of the second and third year volunteers demonstrated what they have done at their sites and we had endless power points. I have some great ideas of how things should roll and I'm so ready to be back in my hut. I'm also too broke to stay in the city any longer. Also, since we had our agriculture summit and all vol the week before I have been away from my village for three weeks! That's just ridiculous. I plan to spend a lot of time convincing everyone that I'm not going home. I never want to hear some of the trainers talk again, I would rather take their place and prepare for the class than sit through jumbled English on a subject that has been repeated so often I want to shoot myself.
I am ready for my first Christmas and New Years here and plan to be very busy. I hope to visit some of the more picturesque parts of Senegal. Although they will have to be short trips because I have a lot of work to do. Farmers to train, bed nets to distribute, and overall teaching my village how they can make money! The past weeks should be the longest time I will ever be out of site and I'm glad because it is a pain to travel with more than a day or two of clothing.

All volunteer Conference

This week we had all the volunteers in Senegal get together and share our most successful moments and projects. It was really informative and cool to talk to everyone. I have some ideas for my garden now and know more than I did before about how we can use trees to reclaim the soil and improve farming practices. It is also nice to share all of the frustrations that are the same across the country and sectors. For example, your cab driver didn't really know how to get where you were going, your host brother wants to marry you, your acne from teen years has returned, and my favorite question how many pairs of underwear have you ruined? Also, after being in village for 6 weeks not having electric and taking bucket baths it is nice to be back in the center using the internet for free and having a free flowing shower. I did have to do my laundry in brown water this morning. It may be the center but it's still Senegal :)

Tabaski

Tabaski is a holiday which celebrates the willingness of a Bilical man to sacrifice his only son in the name of the Lord. An angel comes and gives him a sheep instead. So my family killed four sheep, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I had a chill morning; I watered my garden and braided the hair of one of my youngest sisters. It hurts and before we were done with it she was, and started crying. It kinda sucked trying to do it while she was crying and moving. Then  they killed the sheep in the yard. My dad came by and dug a hole. I was like huh maybe we are putting up a tent for shade. Nope that is for blood, they slit the sheeps’ throat over the top and drain it in there so that it doesn’t make a mess. The chickens came by later and were picking at it and small scraps of flesh. Then I helped cook lunch. We hacked the sheep into smaller pieces after the men had skinned them and cooked it all. I mean all, heart, liver, stomach, and oh yeah intestines. We peeled onions and potatoes and boiled macaroni. I ate by myself which I thought was weird it being a holiday I thought they would have me eat with them. Then we went and greeted people in wolof clothes. I wore the same thing I did for Korite. I didn’t have anything new made that was ready yet, but my family didn’t know it wasn’t new. Then we ate dinner EWWWWW is all I really wanna say about that. I should have taken a picture! I tried to stay up late but shortly after 9 a little girl began destroying my hair and I had to excuse myself to salvage what is left. She was trying to help me take out my braids. They have fake hair so when they take out their braids they don’t care if it is destroyed, hence my dilemma. The next day we did it all again. I stayed out longer this night greeting some of my aunt’s friends, this aunt is younger than me and the people were cool. Overall as I told my sister it was a two day Christmas party at your inlaws with no booze. I hope next year I am magically in America for Tabaski and our Thanksgiving J

My New Lifestyle

I have been trying to integrate into the community and make my presence known while staying within my comfort zone. I went and ate at the "egg mans" the other day. In all cities and many villages in Africa there are women who sell beans and bread in the morning for breakfast While it sounds simple I assure to a malnutritioned volunteer in need of protein they are the shit! In my village I have instead of a bean lady a man who sells bread and eggs.  Not as good as a bean lady though, and he overcharged me. I do have a new friend in the village now  though! I have been to people's fields and gardens and sometimes I just walk around and say hi to people. There is one boutique, and by that a mean a room in someones compound where I can buy sugar and soap, which I frequent. I think the people there are used to me and that the woman though I don't know her name yet likes me.  My family is getting used to my schedule and know the times I will be sleeping or showering and I feel that they give me my space. Things are looking good :)

Veggie Wars!

My family never has vegetables. I tried to fix my lack of nutrition by buying veggies for my family. This worked for all of one day until the veggies I bought were not appearing in the lunch bowl. I was offered to eat with my brothers' family for dinner one night. I saw them cooking and they had a lot of veggies so I accepted. This infuriated my grandma. I was told I am never allowed to eat with that family again. I will now be hiding vegetables and fruit in my room and eating it when I have my door shut and locked. Crazy crazy crazy lady, just feed me some of the veggies I buy, and really why do you care if I eat with them? Then I'm not eating your food which I'm still paying for. In this culture it makes my family look bad if I eat with someone else, that's why they got mad.