Thursday, November 29, 2012

Nov 9


**I wrote this on November 9th**

Hello Everyone!

Another week draws to a close, and even though I am pretty sure that I won’t be able to post this for a little while, I want to share with you this week’s adventures.

Probably the most noteworthy event of the week is one we all actually got to share: The presidential election. Some volunteers in the area planned to get together and spend the night in Banikoara, so that they could all hear the results together. I really wanted to join them, but I already spent my two ‘mental health days’ in Parakou for Halloween. Still I was able to hang out for a bit on Election Day itself, and it was nice to see everyone, catch up a little, and generally share in the anticipation.

For my part I made sure my shortwave radio had fresh batteries and set my alarm for 5 am (11 pm Eastern Standard Time). It turned out to be pretty ideal timing. When I found the BBC’s broadcast, the race was still neck and neck, but after about 20 minutes, one new station after another was declaring Obama the winner. As I got ready for the day, I listened to reactions, Romney’s concession speech, and Obama’s victory speech.

It was a little strange hearing American political news brought to me by the BBC, but I think it was a good strange. I was so grateful and excited to get to share that moment with everyone who was listening-in and watching back home, and to hear the news and speeches in real time. I won’t deny that I got a little misty eyed at a few moments, one of them being Obama’s last line, “we are and ever shall be the /United/ States of America.”

Regardless of how you feel about the results, I hope you also got a moment to feel like you were participating in American politics. That kind of thing tends to lead to a little introspection, and I couldn’t help thinking back to the election 4 years ago. That was the first election in which I could vote, and I remember watching the news come in from one of the lounges in the dorms at Gordon. That was an exciting time, and I don’t think I ever gave a thought to where I would be during the next election. I definitely didn’t guess Founougo! I have no idea where I will be for the next election, but I hope it’s a good surprise. I hope election time brought back some poignant memories for you too.

But ok, ok we aren’t really here to talk about my political inclinations, we are here to talk about Founougo!

This week I thought that my program director, Salomon was going to visit, and I had kind of planned my week around that. On Tuesday I learned that it was actually the assistant director, Gbaguidi, who will be visiting me on the 20th! So that changed my priorities for the week, and I have been reeling a little bit to get organized. I am winding down observing classes, but not quite ready to start working with the kids yet. The lack of fence around the school garden is one big reason for that. When I thought that Salomon was going to be visiting I reviewed a lot of the notes I wrote just before coming to post, and it was actually very helpful to see what goals I have really achieved (gardening and composting at home, getting to know the schools, working on my map of the community) and what things I still want to focus on more (learning about latrines here in Founougo, learning more details about the status of the trash organization, and establishing strong relationships with community members).

For your amusement, I will share a journal entry which I recently re-discovered, but wrote the week before I moved to post:

“I am kind of dreading going to post. I am worried it’s going to be hot and I will have nothing to do, especially nothing productive, and I will be angry with myself for that, and lonely, and will have nothing to eat but carbs.

I feel like if I had an easier post I would feel differently and because of that I kind of complain proudly. If I felt confident that I could get good food, and if I had electricity and could easily communicate via the internet, I would feel differently. Those would be a safety net, which I do not feel like I have.

I must imagine it going great. I want to make friends with everyone.”

That last sentence is sort of an in-joke. When I was little I once said, very seriously, that I wanted to be friends with everyone. Now in general, I was pretty harsh in this journal entry because it was private, and it can be good to vent. I am sharing it now for a little bit of 20-20 hindsight.

In fact, when I first re-read this entry, I had to laugh to myself. The thing is, it IS hot here, and sometimes it is lonely, and sometimes I don’t feel like I have much to do (and I certainly eat more carbs than I did in the States), but the thing is, it is o. k. I am learning to make the challenges (like lack of electricity) work for me, and for every moment of anxious frustration there is ay least an equal and opposite (if not greater) moment of feeling lucky to make an unlikely friendship, or the satisfaction of communicating effectively in a different language and culture, or just the joy of appreciating a sunset or a night sky that is new and different and beautiful. I think the anticipation of challenges during training was much worse than working through challenges has been now that I am finally here, living my life. And yeah, I hope and expect that more work is going to build up gradually as I get to know people and needs better and better.

And on that note, a few anecdotes: Summer (the volunteer that I replaced) had the local nickname of Maimoona (may-MOO-nah). People very regularly call out her name when they see me. Some of them still think that I am her (though I think that is getting less and less). I think some people, especially little kids, don’t really know what else to say to reach out to me and say hi. It’s seems like a pretty good place to start, I guess.

Of course, where I am wanting to establish myself as a new and unique person here, and as I want people to understand that I am actually not fluent in Bariba, the “maimoona, miamoona!”’s can get a little wearing. However, in the last week I got two ‘miamoona’s that I was happy to accept.

There is a woman who sells beignets, or fried dough balls, close to market, and I always say hi to her. She was one of the first people to pick up my local nick-name (Bake – BAH-kay) and she always likes to chat with me a little. I recently resolved to learn her name, which is Subaila (zoo – BAY – lah, sorry I have no idea how it should be spelled). It took me a couple tries to remember it correctly. When I finally got it down, I made a point to call out to her, “Subaila, good morning!” and without looking up she said, “Oh! Maimoo-er, Bake, good morning” I just grinned, if I can be mistaken for a person who had two years to learn everyone’s name and the way to greet them, I will take that!

Another small legacy from Summer is biking. She famously once rode her bike from Founougo all the way to Kandi in a day, some 80km! I feel no need to make such a marathon, and in fact I have been kind of staying off the bike. I am pretty intimidated by the flooded road and the general craziness around the market. However, there is a long dirt road that leads away from market, and the other day I decided to get a little exercise (and bike practice!) and take that road a ways. As I was heading out the door I greeted my landlord, and with a smile of familiarity he also said, “Good afternoon Maimoona – Bake!” If I remind my landlord of Summer because I jump on the bike every now and then, I am ok with that!

Incidentally, right after saying good-bye to my landlord, one of the kids in my concession came in on his bike. When he heard that I was going to ‘bike for sport’ a little bit, he said, “We will go together!” I was more than happy to get in a little unexpected neighbor-bonding time. I hope we get to bike together again soon. He was also very helpful when the road was crowded with cows. He knew just the right clicking noise to tell the cows to move aside. Apparently I need to learn a little bit of cow! (And in case you are wondering, biking in the Sahel just at the beginning of dusk is beautiful. I will try to take some pictures.)

To close out anecdotes, some of you have asked about the egg ladies. Awkwardly enough, the price of eggs actually has gone up right now. I can’t stand to risk being tricked into paying too much a second time, so for the moment I have been skipping the eggs. There is always something to navigate culturally. That one is still to be continued.

As I was thinking ahead to this post, I really wanted to make a quick comment on my developing perspective on effective aid (also known as, advice for Christmas donations!). Here is what I am noticing: There is a place for direct relief aid, or the giving out of things that are very much needed. The aftermath of a hurricane is an unfortunately poignant example of a time when food and supply just need to be shuttled to people asap. However, Benin is not in that type of situation. There certainly are significant needs here, but the country is stable. It’s been my limited experience that people are only as foolish, and only as innovative, as people in the United States, they just don’t always have the opportunities (or safety nets) that we tend to enjoy in the United States.

(Just today I was doing a food security survey with my homologue, Baron. There was a section that listed different possible challenges for farmers, and one of them was ‘inability to get credit’ Baron was confused and asked me what that meant. In Founougo, there isn’t even a legitimate bank from which one could ask to get a loan.)

So, if hand-outs aren’t really the answer for capable, smart individuals who want to improve their station, what is helpful? First, I would say education. Any money that can be (reliably) put towards scholarships, or more teachers, or more resources in schools is absolutely money well spent. It is so exciting already, to see a generation coming up that is more fluent in the global language of French, and therefore is going to be more capable of networking, traveling, and gaining new information throughout their lives. Anything to aid and increase that seems positive to me.

After that I would say the more small scale and specific a project is, and the more grass-roots, local support and involvement it has, the better. Cultural translation can be very, very tricky and I am afraid that we in the West have lost a lot of time and money trying to impose our ideas, (because they worked for us), in situations that are just not the same. If we can support people who have good ideas for their own communities, I think that is going to go a long way for sustainable improvement.

If I can take that one step further I would say that also gives a lot of weight to supporting artisans and Fair Trade type organizations. Being a conscientious consumer can take some time and effort initially, but every thoughtful choice does make a small step towards a better world. How cool would it be to do an entire ‘Fair Trade’ Christmas, where you knew that for every gift you bought, the people who worked to make it received a fair pay, which they could use to support their family. Now, I know those sorts of changes happen gradually, and it would be tough to completely change one’s buying habits in one gift-giving season (for my own part I I don’t think I will be succeeding 100% this year). I also haven’t really done my homework on Fair Trade, and have been pretty carelessly throwing that name around. Not For Sale, Global Girlfriends, and Equal Exchange, are other organizations that I know try to get fair pay to craftspeople in developing countries. Like I said before, each and every thoughtful choice does make a small step towards a better world.

Ok, I hope this all has been entertaining and interesting. I am sure my perspectives on development are going to keep evolving as time goes on. I hope I get to keep sharing my ideas with you as I go.

Thank you so much for reading. Being able to share my experiences with you motivates me to stay focused and to see the humor in the tough times, so thanks for being on this journey with me!

With love,
Lauren

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