Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Forays into Recreation 201

Notice the recent post titles? Someone may have gotten all the seasons of Community on their laptop from a Ms. Meyer during In-Service Training. Score... That conspiracy theory episode is the best...

But Will R. from Alison Hill! I have not finished answering your question! That last post was just getting a bit too windy for my liking. You said you want to know about our recreational activities? Well, let's learn! But a quick review. Or something like that. 

Quick tea history that I forgot to include last post: Making tea like described previously used to be looked down upon quite a bit by the community here because it was the drink of drifters and nomads who had nothing to do but spend their time making tea. Somehow, that got twisted into a symbol of luxury in a way, showing the tea-brewer could take the time to make the tea and didn't have to concern himself with the fields or animals, etc. And the tea-craze has spread like... crazy... here in Burkina. (Can't think of a better adjective! Sorry!)

But for a reaaaaally good time,. the bar scene is where it's at. Beers here are too expensive for the average villageois here, thus it's really only the functionaires (government employees) or the more successful people who can afford to go out, have a Brakina, Pelforth, or even Guiness, eat a roasted chicken, etc. For everyone else, it's all about the Dolo Caberet or Banji Hut.

But first, quick note about etiquette here in the Burks! If you invite someone somewhere, you're really offering to pay for everything. Careful, my friends. I know some volunteers who have gotten into somewhat tricky situations because of it. There is no splitting checks here. On the plus side, there was one week when I kept getting waved over by people at the bar/restaurant near my house on my way home from school. Thus, free chicken and beer/cokes/water whatever! I felt like quite the freeloader that week...

Anyways, Dolo is a local type of beer that everyone makes at their houses by fermenting... uhm... something. I think Sorghum? Or millet. Or something like that. Now is a bad time for me to forget I guess. Anywho, this stuff is EVERYWHERE and cheap! Women fill up plastic trash cans with Dolo and sell it in the marché, on the side of the road, at their houses, or anywhere else they can find. People come and drink all day. Sometimes, it can get a bit too crazy. But, man, everyone loves it. It's at weddings, funerals, birthday parties, holidays, soccer matches, etc. The Southwest of the country (where I may or may not be located) has an additional drinking option as well- Banji, or Palm Wine. Harvesters climb palm trees several times a day to drain the tree of some of its fermented... juices? Dunno. I do know though that it can be sweet or sour based on how fermented it is. They define each batch by sweet or strong. I was once waved over on my way back from school by a couple of guys at a Banji hut. I talked with them for a while about why I'm here, they bought me a calabash, or wooden bowl, of Banji and we bonded briefly. They told me they really appreciated how I took the time to stop my bike, sit down, and talk with them. It was pretty cool...

But so far I've really mentioned card games and drinking. The people here love listening to music, especially Akon. They also play a ton of soccer. My town hosted a soccer tournament in the town square area when I first arrived. A ton of people were there and it was pretty intense. The orange team won 2-1 whoever they were. And when the kids are not playing soccer, they're on the local foosball tables. I once played with a guy who kept saying MESSI! every time he hit the ball. I thought he was speaking a local language until I realized he was saying Messi, as in the soccer player. Oops. Also, I know during certain months, my teachers at my school set up a net and play volleyball together Tuesday nights. But there's been too many bees and that's been put on hold for a bit.

Basically, in analysis, the real priority here is spending time with other people. There are not really many solo habits here. Those with tvs usually only do so socially from what I observe. There's a lot of free time really because there are no fixed work hours in village, and, as a result, a TON of bonding going on. And again, these activities are mostly for the men because the women are busy cleaning and preparing meals. That's another topic though! So, dear readers, if you're chill and like downtime, come to Burkina Faso! If you're into staying out and going dancing, come to Burkina Faso but stick to the major cities!! It's always a good time here. Haha, in my village I feel like I'm always busy, or always could be busy and I think people think it's unnecessary. Why work when you could be drinking tea? And each time I drink it, I start to agree.


Forays into Recreation 101

...Let's have a little fun, shall we? BOOM. PUNNED. Or something. My sense of humor has not improved at all in country. Sorry about that folks.

Anywho, Will R. from Alison Hill writes in with this request: "I'd love to hear about what people do recreationally there. I know you probably don't have a ton of spare time, but what kinds of sports, games, or other activities are enjoyed there?" 

Thank you dear reader for your question! Permit me to fill my Third Peace Corps Goal quota for the day (sharing Burkinabé culture back home in the states) by answering! Yep, absolutely going to answer that. Any day now...

Have I built up the suspense? I've been working on that for my short stories. But I suppose here is neither the time nor the place. But! If you're REALLY hankering for an activity that takes a long time, go no farther than the classic go-to Burkinabé recreational activity of choice- making tea. It ain't your Grandma's herbals either, hipster readers. This stuff is legit.. Brewed with fresh mint and vanilla sugar, one can take a healthy two shots worth of tea after only two hours of work!

Ok, disclaimer, found this picture from cdn.wanderlust.co.uk. I don't know this guy, never seen him before in my life, but it's a much better picture than I could take. Also, my battery charger died so I'm not taking many pictures these days... I'll try to figure out how to give you guys something each post though. Anyways, note the care he puts into serving this tea. Here, you pride yourself on making a good shot of tea. It's basically the ritual of manhood. Maybe. All I know is I really won't be integrated until I can do it myself. EVERYONE drinks tea, and by everyone I mean just the men.

Anyways, you need that mini tea pot, a glass, you're little 100 cfa box of green tea, mint, a TON of sugar, some vanilla sugar, charcoal and a little basket for it and you're good to go! Start by boiling the water over the charcoal (go figure) and add the tea. And then sugar. And more sugar. And more sugar. And other stuff. But the cool part is making the mousse, or foam. If you pour the tea from up high, it creates a ton of foam which is mainly used for showing off. It's necessary to pour the tea back and forth between the tea pot and the glass at least 30 times if you want a decent drink.

Have I mentioned you're serving up to 6 people with this one tea pot? That's why you use shot glasses to serve it. That, and it's extremely sweet. I heard somewhere it's the number one cause of diabetes in hummingbirds. Which are here. And outside of my house. Pretty cool actually...ANYWAYS, taking tea is a group activity. The men gather into groups called Les Greines (maybe that's the spelling?) and just talk about life, love, possibly things a shade below love, and American politics. Seriously, the people here are much better informed than I am... But they brew a pot of tea up to three times, recycling the tea in the pot. Thus First Tea is SO much better than Second Tea, and I'm not even going to mention Third Tea in this blog, it's so not-as-good-as-First-and-Second-Tea. Yeah, suck on that Third Tea. These groups also play music, or play checkers and cards or even play Bocce Ball. Yep, that's right. Crazy popular in the middle of the country. It's pretty fun to watch actually...

But! Back to tea. You drink it, pass the glass back and wait some more for the next batch. Before you know it, you've passed your entire siesta (12-15h) drinking tea, laughing, or asking when you're getting married and having kids. Also, I had a long conversation about Viagra without realizing what was going on at the time. Seriously, I'm into euphemisms as much as the next guy, but not in a second language! That was... awkward... Meh. Now this is awkward... Let's call this post quits for brevity's sake and I'll see you next semester?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

...What?

Today's topic- the bizarre.

Put on your aluminum foil helmets folks- doesn't hurt to stay protected. Especially when there's clearly alien activity happening in your neighborhood. Or just reaaaally weird religious practices. I... I just can't explain what's going on!

So, around the corner from my house is a crossroads of sorts, formed by two dirt roads. Sometimes I can find the most odd collection of items assembled in the middle of the intersection. For example, today there was a nest-shaped collection of dried parsley surrounded by a shattered pot. The other day, there was a large shell with an egg lying in side of it. Before that there was a ring of chicken feathers on the ground. 10 Mattbucks to whoever can come up with some sort of commonality between the three! And believe me, Mattbucks are in high demand.

Secondly, today I found out that last night, Monday night, the Federal Government declared no school for the rest of the week in order to prepare for the upcoming election day on Sunday. They closed school. For a week. With no notice. For an election which doesn't affect the kids. They can't even vote! I don't understand!!! All that that accomplished is messing with my travel schedule. I was supposed to give my final trimester test today and leave for Ouaga tomorrow, but... I couldn't give the test since no one showed up. This is going to be interesting... The school will administer the test, send the tests on a bus to me in Ouaga for me to grade, then I will calculate the averages for the trimester and send it back. Phew.

Finally, here's a little excerpt that my friend in another town shared with me. It comes from a pamphlet used in schools to teach English through difficult questions and scenarios. This questioned is labeled "Are Men and Women Equal?" What follows is the content of that pamphlet:

-- Equality between men and women is a topical subject. Men claim to be different from women and even more important than women who are always dependant. Women claim to be equal to men because without them, life would not be possible. So it is what we call feminism. That is true because in many African countries, women work.

[MEN AND WOMEN ARE EQUAL]
-Biologically they are the same creatures
-Both are created by God
-Both have the ability to think, to work, and to do anything else
-Women are as educated as men
-They are enrolled in the building of society
[MEN AND WOMEN ARE NOT EQUAL]
-Women give beautiful babies to men and take care of their household
-Men are stroner than women. Men are the image of God but women are created to be a help of men
-Men are more courageous than women
-Naturally, women are very weak than men
-Women speak a lot of and can't keep a secret for a long time.

In conclusion, we can say that the equality between men and women should not be debated, because every women knows that man is head of the family. Woman is consider as second responsible of the family. Instead of talking about the equality between men and women, isn't it good to talk about complementary life? --

This... is crazy... I mean the 2nd and 4th points for the con  argument are basically the same!
No, in all seriousness, woah. I like how the marker of equality is the ability to not tell a secret. So I guess Benedict Arnold was a girl according to whoever wrote this. My friend here says that it was sold to the school by a private businessman and many teachers and students simply bought these before they could read them. However, unfortunately, this does reflect many mindsets here in Burkina Faso (and some mindsets in the US still!) That's why one of the top 5 goals here, the High 5 if you will, is to promote the equality of girls. So desperately needed...

And that concludes are voyage into the bizarre. Tune in next time!

(Note: You'll feel like an idiot if you ever try to translate a rap song into another language. Trust me.)

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Let's talk turkey.

Ok. This is what my December looks like.

I have three days of classes left at my school, giving a test on Tuesday and Wednesday. Immediately after the Wednesday exam, I leave to start my trek to Ouaga for a crazy period of formations. First, my camp GLOW training complete with breakfast at the director's house. Then, on December 1st, the first wave of volunteers from my group will arrive for our 2-week training on how to implement projects, teach sensibilizations, etc. During this time period, I'm correcting my 175 tests and I have a 3-day IT committee meeting. Also, I'm hoping to win our Ouaga poker showcase at least once. It's my time. Finally after that, I want to see the new group of volunteers swear in and meet my new site-neighbor.

Now, after that I return to my site for one week of school meetings and then it's vacation! No one will be wanting to do any work. Plus, other volunteers may be coming down to visit my site. So I'm pretty much done with this year! Hopefully, I'll be able to help put my association together in time... That's right. Some really motivated people in my community heard I wanted to do sensibilizations and decided to simply petition to create an organization to do the health trainings with the town. Good going guys!

I continue to meet new people each day. Somebody from the Mayor's office is going to start teaching me the local language Jula when I return from my formations. Plans are in the works to create a garden at my school and plant trees all along the border. An English club just started and maaaaybe I'll get involved. Wasn't quite in the loop about that. But! I'm excited.

I need to get ready and join up with the nurses from my local hospital for another day of rounding up random kids in the market and giving them polio vaccines, vitamin A, and measles vaccines. You know how it is. So! I'll write soon,

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Formations


Camp G2LOW is a program put on throughout many Peace Corps countries. It stands for Girls and Guys Leading Our World. Here in sunny Burkina Faso, the upcoming summer will host the third round of these excellent opportunities for the youth to come and be empowered. This is kind of my thing. Thus, I’ll be financial director for this week-long camp taking place in my regional capital. Good thing I’ve had a bit of experience with managing donations and file-keeping! (Shout out to Prattsville, NY here. I hope you all weathered Sandy…)

Each volunteer in the region works with their village to send 5-6 + kids to this camp. I think at ours, we would like to host 70 all-together. It’s necessary to provide lodging and food for the students during this time. During the camp, we put on sensibilizations, teach songs, play sports, and do all that good, old-fashioned campy stuff. Really, the main focus is promoting the girls to be more confident and engaged in their community. Burkina Faso has made it a priority to change long-standing attitudes and ideas about women that keeps them from reaching their full potential. Also, we teach the guys to accept and promote the girls in their village as well. It is crucial for the men to be involved in this process if there will, indeed, be a change.

I will be at a formation for planning this camp, a formation for my IT committee, and a 2-week training for my group of new volunteers all in December. Goodbye site- I’ll miss you... Basically, December gone be CRAY. Of course, after that I’ll be submitting grades (yeah, my students basically get a 2 week reprieve from Math class) and then celebrating Christmas with my community and New Years with the Americans. Hopefully I’ll be able to host some other volunteers who will be passing through during winter break to visit!
We shall see.

Things which are normal for me now…
                Eating sauce with my hands
                Goats and pigs on my porch
                Abandoning all thought of the absolutely complex idea of queuing
                Speaking only in French for weeks at a time
                Being given babies to hold in my lap because there’s not enough space in the van to fit everyone
                Taking 4 hours to prepare afternoon tea
                Clicking my tongue to signal affirmation
                Being able to tell random kids to do errands for me whenever I want
                … and so much more! I just can’t remember what is bizarre for Americans right now…

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Triumverates

It's time to start doing projects. I suppose. Today I will be meeting with my homologue and a nurse at the hospital to talk about our plan for helping my ville's hygiene. I'm running a little bit late to get back to town after working in my regional capital a bit though... oh well! C'est la vie. Anywho, I'm trying to set up point people for different projects in different sectors. For example, a group of me and two Burkinabé to work on the promotion of girls in the community, planting trees, health sensibilizations, and income generating activities. Basically, I'm forming triumverates. Should not have read Julius Caesar so much...

What would you all like to know about now? I just gave my first test to my students this past week. Unfortunately, I have not had the time to grade them. Here, a passing grade is a 10 out of 20. And they try to make the test average for the class be about an 11. Thus, things are a bit difficult. One of the major goals here is to encourage critical thinking. Often in primary school, the students are taught only to strictly follow directions and not think outside the box. The culture as a whole does not really align itself with critical thinking. I heard one story this weekend that when a section of forest was cleared out for a future road, the villagers continued to follow the old path- even though it twisted and turned in the now cleared field, the people twisted and turned along with it, declining to simply walk a new path. It serves the people well enough, but, of course, I'd like to help my students achieve their full potential. I'm excited to see who solved my critical thinking problems correctly.

Big news! There is a small village next to mine which is getting a new volunteer. Sadly, the two years has come to an end for the current volunteer... Bon voyage Lyndsay! Thus, the new volunteer will, for all intents and purposes, be my site mate for my remaining time here. After all, I've got the best marketplace around! Hopefully we can collaborate a bit on projects.

Anywho, I'm done eating my papaya and I'm frankly exhausted from this weekend's activities. If you have anything specific you would like to hear more about, let me know! I am but your humble servant, here to cater to your every literary craving. Or something like that. Will write soon! Promise.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

La Grève

Ok. It's been some time, no? Let's cut to the brass tacks.

Strikes. If you all know me as well as I think you may or may not know me, you would know that I don't know how I feel about strikes. Did you all follow that? Good. I admire when people take a stand to combat injustices and, to quote Holden Caulfield (shudder), I really do. However, I'm not a fan if innocents get hurt in the process. But let us move forward objectively.

Here, if something happens that gains national notoriety, from time to time the students from university level down to junior high will go on strike. This involves simply not going to school for two days. Yesterday, I was teaching one class when suddenly the class exploded into yelling and people trying to look outside the classroom. I was surprised- this particular class was normally very well behaved. Eventually I was told to let the class out into the courtyard and that I should just hang out with the other teachers and have some coffee. Apparently, some students from another school showed up and got some of our students to simply leave. Eventually an official representative of a university came to explain to the students the reason for the strike, classes were canceled, and everyone went home.

Nothing else is done during the strike- no protests, etc. Somehow the idea got out that the best way of combating injustice was to limit one's education. And that's what I'll say about that.