I am once again overwhelmed by the generosity of my family and friends. The faucet project has been funded. Thank you to all who contributed, your thoughts and prayers, and your enthusiasm for being the backbone of this project.
Happy New Year's!
~Lala
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The Cannon's Trip to Mali
My family made it back safely to the States yesterday. While at times I was extremely overwhelmed, I think that everybody had a lovely time with no regrets (okay, maybe a few) about coming.
It's going to be really difficult for me to sum up everything we did in a few weeks, so here is a brief summary.
After Bamako, we went to Segou. We went to a place where they dye the bogolan (mud cloth). After the demonstration, we each made our own bogolan squares. We had a lovely Italian dinner and saw the sun set over the Niger River.
From Segou, we went to Severe. I saw some other PCVs with their families. We spend the night in Severe, and then the next day explored Mopti. We took a boat ride to a nearby village and ate by the river.
After our day in Mopti, we spend another night in Severe. The next day, we headed out in the morning for Dogon Country. After lunch, we hung out for a few hours and then continued to Dogon. We had a small evening hike, and then stayed at a very nice campament. It was a little area made for tourists. It even had toilets!! Our tour guide pawned us off on his brother. He has a lot to learn from his brother! Dinner was nice. Will and I slept outside. The next morning, we went shopping. We had lunch with Rachel and her family, and then began hiking. Our guide was fantastic! Everybody made it out of Dogon country alive!
After our hike, we spent the night in Mopti. The next day, we left for Sikasso. We got in at 11:30 pm. Will stayed with me and my parents stayed in the hotel.
On Christmas Eve, my family picked up the tab for meatloaf. And, my mom made her infamous banana pudding:) We went to church on Christmas. My family wasn't so impressed with the 2 1/2 hour service in Bambara. It was the first time I saw my mom fall asleep in church! We had lunch at Echin's house. Green beans, chicken, bananas. It was delicious! Then it was nap time. After naps, we opened presents. Thanks to everybody who contributed! Later that evening, we hung out with other volunteers.
The next few days blur together. We were able to see the touristic "sites" of Sikasso in a private car. Also, my dad got real sick. My mom diagnosed him with malaria. We got medicine for him, and the next day he was able to get on a bus for Bamako.
In Bamako, my mom and I were in a cab that got rear ended. Then some time later, the cab broke down. Oh, Mali.
My last supper was shared at a delicious Chinese restaurant. I over-ordered, but you would too if your parents were picking up the bill!
I asked my family to write their experiences of Mali. I hope to post that within the week so you can get a different perspective.
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S! 2009
It's going to be really difficult for me to sum up everything we did in a few weeks, so here is a brief summary.
After Bamako, we went to Segou. We went to a place where they dye the bogolan (mud cloth). After the demonstration, we each made our own bogolan squares. We had a lovely Italian dinner and saw the sun set over the Niger River.
From Segou, we went to Severe. I saw some other PCVs with their families. We spend the night in Severe, and then the next day explored Mopti. We took a boat ride to a nearby village and ate by the river.
After our day in Mopti, we spend another night in Severe. The next day, we headed out in the morning for Dogon Country. After lunch, we hung out for a few hours and then continued to Dogon. We had a small evening hike, and then stayed at a very nice campament. It was a little area made for tourists. It even had toilets!! Our tour guide pawned us off on his brother. He has a lot to learn from his brother! Dinner was nice. Will and I slept outside. The next morning, we went shopping. We had lunch with Rachel and her family, and then began hiking. Our guide was fantastic! Everybody made it out of Dogon country alive!
After our hike, we spent the night in Mopti. The next day, we left for Sikasso. We got in at 11:30 pm. Will stayed with me and my parents stayed in the hotel.
On Christmas Eve, my family picked up the tab for meatloaf. And, my mom made her infamous banana pudding:) We went to church on Christmas. My family wasn't so impressed with the 2 1/2 hour service in Bambara. It was the first time I saw my mom fall asleep in church! We had lunch at Echin's house. Green beans, chicken, bananas. It was delicious! Then it was nap time. After naps, we opened presents. Thanks to everybody who contributed! Later that evening, we hung out with other volunteers.
The next few days blur together. We were able to see the touristic "sites" of Sikasso in a private car. Also, my dad got real sick. My mom diagnosed him with malaria. We got medicine for him, and the next day he was able to get on a bus for Bamako.
In Bamako, my mom and I were in a cab that got rear ended. Then some time later, the cab broke down. Oh, Mali.
My last supper was shared at a delicious Chinese restaurant. I over-ordered, but you would too if your parents were picking up the bill!
I asked my family to write their experiences of Mali. I hope to post that within the week so you can get a different perspective.
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S! 2009
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Yea! My family is here:)
Well, it's 10:48 am, and my family is asleep in the hotel room.
Their flight was an hour later, but whatev. It was a really long hour waiting outside (you aren't allowed inside unless you have a badge). I eventually talked my way in. It was so great seeing them! My mom's bag unfortunately didn't make it...maybe tomorrow.
Favorite Buba quote:
"Everytime I lick my lips, I taste dirt."
Welcome to Mali!
Their flight was an hour later, but whatev. It was a really long hour waiting outside (you aren't allowed inside unless you have a badge). I eventually talked my way in. It was so great seeing them! My mom's bag unfortunately didn't make it...maybe tomorrow.
Favorite Buba quote:
"Everytime I lick my lips, I taste dirt."
Welcome to Mali!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
To Village and back
Yesterday, I went to Adele’s village. I feel like an old woman because my knees are killing me! So many hills! I entered her village and saw all these men. I thought I walked in on a town meeting, but it was a funeral. A guy was stabbed by his half older brother. He suffered a week before he finally past. The accused is crazy. No, really. He hears voices. Anyway, the accused returned to village last night. His sister took him in. What a tragedy.
I was extremely Malian, and made a great first impression with Adele’s village because I brought kola nuts to the chief. Kola nuts are symbolic of respect. I think they taste gross, but I hear that there is a caffeinated affect if you chew on them long enough. This morning, the chief sent over like 5 lbs of oranges! I had to give some to Adele because I don’t think my legs could handle an additional five pounds on my bike!
I had a great time at her site! She’s a great cook! I couldn’t believe how cold it got at night! So glad I brought my sleeping bag!! Her hut was basically built in a field. Last night, when I was bathing (outside of course), the cows were basically like 3 feet from me! There was a wall, but it was just so funny to me. Here I am, freezing, being culturally appropriate (they would have talked about me if I didn’t bathe), watching the sunset, and the cows were right next to me, just mooing away. TIA.
Peace Corps Mali was also informed of another tragedy this past week. A Returned Peace Corps Volunteer (RPCV) was in an accident that took her life in Mopti region. She was an RPCV, but never actually returned to America because she began working with a NGO here. I met her when I went to Gao last year. Cristina was so energetic, helpful, and kind. Please remember her family and friends during this mourning time.
I forgot to mention last week that there was a bug in my room that looked like a stick on earring! It was incredible! I’m always glad when people are at my house when these “I wish I had someone to show this to” instances occur. I made Lindsay look at it. What are friends for?
Also 2 weeks ago, I had a meeting with the director of transportation. It’s amazing how much more vocal I am when meetings are done in English! (He studied in Michigan.) I didn’t change anything, and I actually understand where he is coming from. We talked for about 2 hours (Lindsay let me do the talking. We decided to bring a nice person/Lindsay and an aggressive person/me). The funniest part was when he said something and I said, “I disagree.” He then replied, “Well, I agree with myself.” I couldn’t resist and said, “Well, I agree with myself.”
I sent out holiday letters last week. I think there might be an error (or two), but I was trying to get them to the post office Thursday afternoon, but I ended up going to late. Also, I think some parts of the letter are lame. Lesson to self: don’t rush the letter! There is a fete next week, so I wanted to get them off because I think we don’t work Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday.
Need to go to the internet café now, but my project got posted! J Go to www.peacecorps.gov, “Donate Now” “Donate to Volunteer Projects”. Check it out! There are so many worthwhile causes.
I was extremely Malian, and made a great first impression with Adele’s village because I brought kola nuts to the chief. Kola nuts are symbolic of respect. I think they taste gross, but I hear that there is a caffeinated affect if you chew on them long enough. This morning, the chief sent over like 5 lbs of oranges! I had to give some to Adele because I don’t think my legs could handle an additional five pounds on my bike!
I had a great time at her site! She’s a great cook! I couldn’t believe how cold it got at night! So glad I brought my sleeping bag!! Her hut was basically built in a field. Last night, when I was bathing (outside of course), the cows were basically like 3 feet from me! There was a wall, but it was just so funny to me. Here I am, freezing, being culturally appropriate (they would have talked about me if I didn’t bathe), watching the sunset, and the cows were right next to me, just mooing away. TIA.
Peace Corps Mali was also informed of another tragedy this past week. A Returned Peace Corps Volunteer (RPCV) was in an accident that took her life in Mopti region. She was an RPCV, but never actually returned to America because she began working with a NGO here. I met her when I went to Gao last year. Cristina was so energetic, helpful, and kind. Please remember her family and friends during this mourning time.
I forgot to mention last week that there was a bug in my room that looked like a stick on earring! It was incredible! I’m always glad when people are at my house when these “I wish I had someone to show this to” instances occur. I made Lindsay look at it. What are friends for?
Also 2 weeks ago, I had a meeting with the director of transportation. It’s amazing how much more vocal I am when meetings are done in English! (He studied in Michigan.) I didn’t change anything, and I actually understand where he is coming from. We talked for about 2 hours (Lindsay let me do the talking. We decided to bring a nice person/Lindsay and an aggressive person/me). The funniest part was when he said something and I said, “I disagree.” He then replied, “Well, I agree with myself.” I couldn’t resist and said, “Well, I agree with myself.”
I sent out holiday letters last week. I think there might be an error (or two), but I was trying to get them to the post office Thursday afternoon, but I ended up going to late. Also, I think some parts of the letter are lame. Lesson to self: don’t rush the letter! There is a fete next week, so I wanted to get them off because I think we don’t work Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday.
Need to go to the internet café now, but my project got posted! J Go to www.peacecorps.gov, “Donate Now” “Donate to Volunteer Projects”. Check it out! There are so many worthwhile causes.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Thanksgiving in Sikasso
I hope I am speaking for all when I say all the volunteers that came to Sikasso for Thanksgiving had a lovely time.
Volunteers started arriving on Wednesday. That morning, Lindsay and I went shopping. We bought 30 K of potatoes, 8 dollars of green beans, and 2 jays. We hired a cart to take it to the Malians’ house who was cooking for us (yes, we outsourced it…what a good call.) That afternoon, I went over to Diane’s to help bake pies. We all went out to eat. It took some volunteers 2 hours to get their food. And, unlike Ameriki, they didn’t get it for free, no matter how hard they argued. Some people went dancing later, but I was exhausted.
Anna, Katy, me, and Laura after pie baking
Volunteers started arriving on Wednesday. That morning, Lindsay and I went shopping. We bought 30 K of potatoes, 8 dollars of green beans, and 2 jays. We hired a cart to take it to the Malians’ house who was cooking for us (yes, we outsourced it…what a good call.) That afternoon, I went over to Diane’s to help bake pies. We all went out to eat. It took some volunteers 2 hours to get their food. And, unlike Ameriki, they didn’t get it for free, no matter how hard they argued. Some people went dancing later, but I was exhausted.
Anna, Katy, me, and Laura after pie baking
Thursday was Thanksgiving! I went over to Diane’s and played hearts. I also was the bartender for an hour, and Lindsay and I picked up the green beans, jay (Malian pumpkin), and potatoes. I have a great taxi driver’s number in my phone, and he happily chauffeured us around. I feel that most cab drivers in Sikasso are unfair and rude, so I am delighted that I got Yacuba, and then got his business card. We had 4 turkeys, 12 pies (apple and pumpkin/jay), dressing, green beans, gravy, and I can’t really remember what else. It was quite a feast.
Laura, me, Lindsay, Anna: Sikasso Kaw on Thanksgiving
Friday was Mexican Night. I cleaned, and then went shopping with Laura. We bought 5 Kilos of meat, 20 avocados, 4 Kilos of tomatoes, 2 ½ K of onions, peppers, flour, etc. We then called Yacuba to take all the ingredients to my place. People started coming over about 2:30, and we hung out. Everything was going great, until the power went out. TIA. It was out for about 45 minutes in the whole city. I managed to find my headlamp and gave it to Lindsay D. (she is such a great cook and I am so appreciative that she took control of the kitchen). I also managed to use a few candles. I think some volunteers thought I was ridiculous, but I think I should have posted my rules. I have 2 rules. Take your shoes off before entering my house and shut the door! I believe I said “Shut the door” about 20 times. All these brusse volunteers don’t have doors that shut, but I do and I am antimosiqutos/flies and you have to keep the door shut to keep them out. It wouldn’t surprise me if people were talking about me and my “friendly” (or maybe not so friendly) reminder to shut the door.
We all hung out on the roof. I invited Echin, and was delighted that he came. Everybody was impressed because he actually ate the food. Most Malians don’t like what we cook. It’s just too weird. If it’s not drenched in oil, they don’t know what to think. Echin has traveled, and eats different types of food.
On Saturday, I returned bottles with Laura. I then took 2 naps. Hosting wears me out!
I think it’s fair to say that Thanksgiving and Mexican Night 08 was a success!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Oh Happy Days
Welcome Esa!
I am such a happy PCV right now!
Last week, I went to 2 baptisms. As previously stated, “naming ceremony” would probably be a better term. One of the baptisms I went to, I didn’t even know the family! But, I brought a gift (soap), and this particular family spent a lot of money and slaughtered a lamb. This lamb was so tasty! It reminded me of Greece!
I knew the family of the other baptism I went to. It was Diane’s guards’ (Moussa) wife’s (Mye) baby. His name is Esa. So cute! He is such a big baby, which means he’s healthy. Laura told me most Malian children at her health clinic at her village weigh about 2 Kilos after birth. Esa weighted in at like 4 Kilos!
This week, I am finishing the paperwork for the faucet project. I HOPE to turn in the paperwork by Monday….but it is West Africa and we are on WAIT.
We have a few meetings at work these next coming weeks, and I want to organize my thoughts (and then translate them to French). This is my time to give my opinions and ideas.
Thanksgiving is next week!!! And my family is coming next month!!! It’s crazy that the time has finally arrived!
A few random sightings-
A few weeks ago, I was biking by and saw a really cute little girl on a tire. Normally, children use bike tires as toys and run and hit the wheel with a stick to get the wheel moving. One little girl put her tire on a cut down tree and sat on it like a tire swing.
I saw an 18 wheeler carrying dried sheep skins. And, there were 3 poor sheep sitting in front of it. I’m having a hard time describing this, but it was really funny and I wished I had my camera near by!
I have seen so many wrecks within the past month! The most tragic wreck was an 18 wheeler that ran off the side of the road. People were sitting on top (pretty typical), but they were thrown from the truck and sweet potatoes (what the truck was carrying) feel and killed 4 individuals. People were picking up sweet potatoes 2 days after the wreck.
proud daddy, Moussa
I am such a happy PCV right now!Last week, I went to 2 baptisms. As previously stated, “naming ceremony” would probably be a better term. One of the baptisms I went to, I didn’t even know the family! But, I brought a gift (soap), and this particular family spent a lot of money and slaughtered a lamb. This lamb was so tasty! It reminded me of Greece!
Esa
I knew the family of the other baptism I went to. It was Diane’s guards’ (Moussa) wife’s (Mye) baby. His name is Esa. So cute! He is such a big baby, which means he’s healthy. Laura told me most Malian children at her health clinic at her village weigh about 2 Kilos after birth. Esa weighted in at like 4 Kilos!
This week, I am finishing the paperwork for the faucet project. I HOPE to turn in the paperwork by Monday….but it is West Africa and we are on WAIT.
We have a few meetings at work these next coming weeks, and I want to organize my thoughts (and then translate them to French). This is my time to give my opinions and ideas.
Thanksgiving is next week!!! And my family is coming next month!!! It’s crazy that the time has finally arrived!
A few random sightings-
A few weeks ago, I was biking by and saw a really cute little girl on a tire. Normally, children use bike tires as toys and run and hit the wheel with a stick to get the wheel moving. One little girl put her tire on a cut down tree and sat on it like a tire swing.
I saw an 18 wheeler carrying dried sheep skins. And, there were 3 poor sheep sitting in front of it. I’m having a hard time describing this, but it was really funny and I wished I had my camera near by!
I have seen so many wrecks within the past month! The most tragic wreck was an 18 wheeler that ran off the side of the road. People were sitting on top (pretty typical), but they were thrown from the truck and sweet potatoes (what the truck was carrying) feel and killed 4 individuals. People were picking up sweet potatoes 2 days after the wreck.
Chillin in potato scraps
Lala and Esa
Happy mom, Mye and Esa
proud daddy, Moussa
Who's ready for some futbol?
Monday, November 10, 2008
Fast, Fun Week
My dinner; gorgeous isnt it?
It seems like every time I am about to Bamako, I get sick. 2 weekends ago (November 1st & 2nd), I went home that night, feeling real puny. I was running a fever, took some Motrin, and finally went to sleep. The next morning, my fever rose. Anyway, also how it seems to happen to me, when I go to the doctor, I don’t look as bad as I did when I was at home. Anyway, I was not feeling great the whole time I was in Bamako. But, I did go to an expats house for an election party. I felt so young and broke! It was a potluck. I brought candy…the expats brought nice wines, lamb, chicken, etc. Anyway, hopefully they understand that we are living 2 different lives here and we don’t have money. The house was phenomenal! I didn’t see a pool, but I did see the tennis courts and the “game house” (which I do believe is bigger than my apartment). And, I saw my first washing machine and dryer! I was a bit disappointed I didn’t see more ice cream in the freezer. The election party was fun, especially because we were all pulling for the same candidate. I left at 3:30 am because it was basically done (the whole time change couldn’t have come at a better time…just kidding).
The next day, I left with Chelsea to go back to Sikasso. I really do prefer the morning bus, but I overslept for the morning buses. On the taxi ride over, these guys hang on the cab. It is so annoying because if they bring you to a shady bus, they get a cut of money. (When I say shady, I mean unreliable…the 6 hour trip could take 11 hours). I wasn’t feeling great, and they were REALLY ANNOYING, and I did something I probably should not have done. I threw water on one of them. He was totally taunting me (no excuse). Anyway, he caught it with his mouth and spit it at me. Guess I deserved what I got. Anyway, he was either cussing me out in Bambara or cursing me, but I couldn’t understand him. And, what really stinks is I don’t think I deterred him from harassing the next “tubabs”.
Sadly, the mayors’ son (in Sikasso) got hit by a bus, so the mayor put out an order that NO BUS stop in the city, and should go straight to the bus station. If they are caught, it’s a 50 dollar fine. This was irritating because formerly, I would get dropped off literally at my front door. I am sad for the mayor, but I don’t think this is the solution because now the buses fly through town (believe me, I’m on my bike) along with the 18 wheelers. Ideally, they would implement speed limits, install speed bumps, and have designated bus stops. Sigh. So I had to walk 20-30 minutes home, but that beats going to the bus station. I passed several of the people I regularly greet, and they were congratulating me, giving me high fives, as if I personally got Obama elected. Everybody was really excited.
This past weekend, it was the annual Balafon Festival. It was so much more organized last year, but we all had a good time. Burkina Faso press asked me if they could interview me…I directed them to Lindsay. Lindsay was able to give a shout out to her village. Unsurprisingly, Burkina won. They totally deserved it. I wish I could look at the sheet that they are judged on.
I started taking medicine yesterday and am already feeling better.
“My e” (Dianes guards’ wife) had a baby boy last Thursday! The baptism is on Wednesday, so I should have some adorable pictures of the new baby!
I am trying very hard to get the paperwork finished for the faucet project, but things move real slow here. Hopefully, it will be up by December. When it is posted, I will put instructions on how to help!
I have this great idea that I am going to make a Where's Lala Calendar? Can you find me:)
It seems like every time I am about to Bamako, I get sick. 2 weekends ago (November 1st & 2nd), I went home that night, feeling real puny. I was running a fever, took some Motrin, and finally went to sleep. The next morning, my fever rose. Anyway, also how it seems to happen to me, when I go to the doctor, I don’t look as bad as I did when I was at home. Anyway, I was not feeling great the whole time I was in Bamako. But, I did go to an expats house for an election party. I felt so young and broke! It was a potluck. I brought candy…the expats brought nice wines, lamb, chicken, etc. Anyway, hopefully they understand that we are living 2 different lives here and we don’t have money. The house was phenomenal! I didn’t see a pool, but I did see the tennis courts and the “game house” (which I do believe is bigger than my apartment). And, I saw my first washing machine and dryer! I was a bit disappointed I didn’t see more ice cream in the freezer. The election party was fun, especially because we were all pulling for the same candidate. I left at 3:30 am because it was basically done (the whole time change couldn’t have come at a better time…just kidding).
The next day, I left with Chelsea to go back to Sikasso. I really do prefer the morning bus, but I overslept for the morning buses. On the taxi ride over, these guys hang on the cab. It is so annoying because if they bring you to a shady bus, they get a cut of money. (When I say shady, I mean unreliable…the 6 hour trip could take 11 hours). I wasn’t feeling great, and they were REALLY ANNOYING, and I did something I probably should not have done. I threw water on one of them. He was totally taunting me (no excuse). Anyway, he caught it with his mouth and spit it at me. Guess I deserved what I got. Anyway, he was either cussing me out in Bambara or cursing me, but I couldn’t understand him. And, what really stinks is I don’t think I deterred him from harassing the next “tubabs”.
Sadly, the mayors’ son (in Sikasso) got hit by a bus, so the mayor put out an order that NO BUS stop in the city, and should go straight to the bus station. If they are caught, it’s a 50 dollar fine. This was irritating because formerly, I would get dropped off literally at my front door. I am sad for the mayor, but I don’t think this is the solution because now the buses fly through town (believe me, I’m on my bike) along with the 18 wheelers. Ideally, they would implement speed limits, install speed bumps, and have designated bus stops. Sigh. So I had to walk 20-30 minutes home, but that beats going to the bus station. I passed several of the people I regularly greet, and they were congratulating me, giving me high fives, as if I personally got Obama elected. Everybody was really excited.
This past weekend, it was the annual Balafon Festival. It was so much more organized last year, but we all had a good time. Burkina Faso press asked me if they could interview me…I directed them to Lindsay. Lindsay was able to give a shout out to her village. Unsurprisingly, Burkina won. They totally deserved it. I wish I could look at the sheet that they are judged on.
I started taking medicine yesterday and am already feeling better.
“My e” (Dianes guards’ wife) had a baby boy last Thursday! The baptism is on Wednesday, so I should have some adorable pictures of the new baby!
I am trying very hard to get the paperwork finished for the faucet project, but things move real slow here. Hopefully, it will be up by December. When it is posted, I will put instructions on how to help!
I have this great idea that I am going to make a Where's Lala Calendar? Can you find me:)Monday, November 3, 2008
Halloween
I need to start doing a better job journaling! This week was fine. Fairly uneventful (probably because I didn't write anything down).
On Friday night, Laura, Adelle, Katy, and I made cheesburgers! (Actually, Vascure burgers...vascure is fake cheese...doesn't need refrigeration). It was marvelous!
On Saturday, PC called. They came into town to check out the new bureau. At the same time, I was suppose to meet with Babemba. Sigh. I was late to the Babemba meeting, but it wasn't a big deal because it's Mali. I'm feeling pretty good that the village is going to get a robinet by March!
Halloween, celebrated in Sikasso on November 1st, was fun. Only Laura, Ben, and I dressed up. Ben made these amazing masks. I'll see if I take his picture. I went home that night, not feeling great. I had a fever, and all afternoon and night, green stuff was coming out of my eye. The next morning, I was feeling sick, my fever rose, and it was just not fun. I went to Bamako, and was able to stay in the medical unit. I got check out this morning. It wasn't pink eye, the fever is gone, and it's not strep throat. I'm not 100%, but I'm feeling much better.
On Friday night, Laura, Adelle, Katy, and I made cheesburgers! (Actually, Vascure burgers...vascure is fake cheese...doesn't need refrigeration). It was marvelous!
On Saturday, PC called. They came into town to check out the new bureau. At the same time, I was suppose to meet with Babemba. Sigh. I was late to the Babemba meeting, but it wasn't a big deal because it's Mali. I'm feeling pretty good that the village is going to get a robinet by March!
Halloween, celebrated in Sikasso on November 1st, was fun. Only Laura, Ben, and I dressed up. Ben made these amazing masks. I'll see if I take his picture. I went home that night, not feeling great. I had a fever, and all afternoon and night, green stuff was coming out of my eye. The next morning, I was feeling sick, my fever rose, and it was just not fun. I went to Bamako, and was able to stay in the medical unit. I got check out this morning. It wasn't pink eye, the fever is gone, and it's not strep throat. I'm not 100%, but I'm feeling much better.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
If Harry Potter were Malian, I like to think he would look like Lye and posse This week has gone surprisingly fast. Here’s some highlights.
On 10/14, I went to Babemba to meet with the individual who works for the water company. Several individuals from the community met with us. I saw where the main water line is and where we would install the faucet. Unfortunately, after talking with the water company, it is unfeasible to put the faucet in the middle of the village. He informed us that the pressure would be too weak. Hopefully, after this first faucet is installed perhaps in a decade; they will have the technology to supply water uphill to Babemba. But right now, we have to install it near the road. While this isn’t the ideal situation, people will still have access to potable water which is the main goal.
2 Wednesdays ago (10/15), I left the internet café in such a good mood! It’s remarkable how just an hour of the internet can put a smile on my face for the rest of the day. I was peddling along, when I past a kid on my bike. As I was passing him, he managed to nail me in the leg with a rock, propelled from his sling shot. I abruptly stop my bike, grabbed my purse, and chased after him. I spent a good 30 minutes of my once joyful afternoon, chasing this punk kid. He knows Sikasso better than me, and I unfortunately lost him. During the chase, I began crying (which is such a no no in this culture) because I felt like one of those kids from elementary school that is constantly bullied and then one day, they fight back. All this built up tension of kids yelling TUBABU!, taunting me, making farting noises when I passed on my bike…it just all built up and I broke down. I did not even know I had so much built up tension in me! I bought a coke (I only drink soda on the weekends, but I felt like I deserved one), and called Emily in tears. Oh how drastically moods, and the weather, can change!
I went to a women’s group last Friday to help them cook. I cut the onions with my left hand, but nobody said anything. When I told my tutor I helped them cook, he asked with what hand did cut the food with. I told him my left, and it told me it was bad. Why don’t you try cutting food with your non-dominant hand and tell me how that works out for you? I washed my hands more than anyone in the group. I am so unMalian, and cannot cut food in my hands without shedding blood. They gave me a plate to cut on, and I will start looking for a piece of wood to give them for when Americans help them. I am planning on hanging out with them more this upcoming year because I had a great time and was able to practice my Bambara.
On Sunday, I went to Babemba for a meeting. Unlike the previous meeting, people were on WAIT time. We ended up starting 30 minutes late, and people continued to come in even near the end. I think it is because we started the meeting earlier and people were still at the market (Sunday is the big market day in Sikasso). Anyway, everybody is on board. I hope to submit the paperwork early Novemberish, with the intent of it being online in December.
On Wednesday, I went to a baptism. I think a more appropriate name would be the naming ceremony. I was supposed to go to my homologues house at 7 am. I came a few minutes late, and Madame was already gone. Thankfully, Echin’s son Essac escorted me there because I had NO IDEA where I was going. They served me beans when I got there, and I hung out. Jaba (Echins wife) was so in tune with me and as so as she saw me yawn, she took me inside to nap. I, unlike most PCVs, think 7 am is really early, but people in brusse think 7 am is sleeping in. Yes, I am a city girl. Because I didn’t bring my cell phone, I had no idea what time it was. So I kept on listening to see when the greeting changed from good morning to good day. IT’S STILL N E SOGOMA? [Good morning in Bambara, spelled phonetically] Needless to say, it was a long day.
Jaba and her sister-in-law Fatimata...while I couldn't understand their conversations, they were so comfortable and considerate (Jaba pulled water from the well so Fatimata could bathe) I bet this will be Katie G and myself in 30 years
On 10/14, I went to Babemba to meet with the individual who works for the water company. Several individuals from the community met with us. I saw where the main water line is and where we would install the faucet. Unfortunately, after talking with the water company, it is unfeasible to put the faucet in the middle of the village. He informed us that the pressure would be too weak. Hopefully, after this first faucet is installed perhaps in a decade; they will have the technology to supply water uphill to Babemba. But right now, we have to install it near the road. While this isn’t the ideal situation, people will still have access to potable water which is the main goal.
2 Wednesdays ago (10/15), I left the internet café in such a good mood! It’s remarkable how just an hour of the internet can put a smile on my face for the rest of the day. I was peddling along, when I past a kid on my bike. As I was passing him, he managed to nail me in the leg with a rock, propelled from his sling shot. I abruptly stop my bike, grabbed my purse, and chased after him. I spent a good 30 minutes of my once joyful afternoon, chasing this punk kid. He knows Sikasso better than me, and I unfortunately lost him. During the chase, I began crying (which is such a no no in this culture) because I felt like one of those kids from elementary school that is constantly bullied and then one day, they fight back. All this built up tension of kids yelling TUBABU!, taunting me, making farting noises when I passed on my bike…it just all built up and I broke down. I did not even know I had so much built up tension in me! I bought a coke (I only drink soda on the weekends, but I felt like I deserved one), and called Emily in tears. Oh how drastically moods, and the weather, can change!
I went to a women’s group last Friday to help them cook. I cut the onions with my left hand, but nobody said anything. When I told my tutor I helped them cook, he asked with what hand did cut the food with. I told him my left, and it told me it was bad. Why don’t you try cutting food with your non-dominant hand and tell me how that works out for you? I washed my hands more than anyone in the group. I am so unMalian, and cannot cut food in my hands without shedding blood. They gave me a plate to cut on, and I will start looking for a piece of wood to give them for when Americans help them. I am planning on hanging out with them more this upcoming year because I had a great time and was able to practice my Bambara.
On Sunday, I went to Babemba for a meeting. Unlike the previous meeting, people were on WAIT time. We ended up starting 30 minutes late, and people continued to come in even near the end. I think it is because we started the meeting earlier and people were still at the market (Sunday is the big market day in Sikasso). Anyway, everybody is on board. I hope to submit the paperwork early Novemberish, with the intent of it being online in December.
On Wednesday, I went to a baptism. I think a more appropriate name would be the naming ceremony. I was supposed to go to my homologues house at 7 am. I came a few minutes late, and Madame was already gone. Thankfully, Echin’s son Essac escorted me there because I had NO IDEA where I was going. They served me beans when I got there, and I hung out. Jaba (Echins wife) was so in tune with me and as so as she saw me yawn, she took me inside to nap. I, unlike most PCVs, think 7 am is really early, but people in brusse think 7 am is sleeping in. Yes, I am a city girl. Because I didn’t bring my cell phone, I had no idea what time it was. So I kept on listening to see when the greeting changed from good morning to good day. IT’S STILL N E SOGOMA? [Good morning in Bambara, spelled phonetically] Needless to say, it was a long day.
The guest of honor primping with him mom (it was quite funny because I asked her his name, she told me Karim...but she was mistakened. His name is Ibhrihim...in Mali, the father and his friends name the child )
I hung out with the women, ate zami (red rice), had an orange frozen soft drink, and ended up leaving in the afternoon. I left before the griots came. Griots are people that give out blessings and you pay them. I (much to the horror of all Malians I’ve told) don’t really agree with griots and don’t want to pay someone for something I didn’t ask for. I explained to my tutor that they just do it for the money, but he argued that their heart is in it too. While I understand it is a part of the culture, I have had a hard time embracing griots. So, I got to experience the preparation for the baptism.
I hung out with the women, ate zami (red rice), had an orange frozen soft drink, and ended up leaving in the afternoon. I left before the griots came. Griots are people that give out blessings and you pay them. I (much to the horror of all Malians I’ve told) don’t really agree with griots and don’t want to pay someone for something I didn’t ask for. I explained to my tutor that they just do it for the money, but he argued that their heart is in it too. While I understand it is a part of the culture, I have had a hard time embracing griots. So, I got to experience the preparation for the baptism.
So much food! 
I believe this child hasn't seen many white people before...
I believe this child hasn't seen many white people before...
Women cleaning the dishes
My last name, Maïga, is a northern name. Because I live in the south, people are always like, you’re a northern woman. Sure. So, I typically impress people because I know how to say good morning in Songhi (sp?). They laugh. But, last week it backfired, because the person I said good morning to continued speaking in Songhi. I guess I can’t fool everybody.
Isnt this little girl adorable? She didn't cry at all
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Farewell to the Last Belushi in Sikasso
My trip to Segou was fantastic!! I didn’t even know I needed a break until I got there! I interneted for about 20 hours. I drank lots of soda (I felt like I needed to buy something in order to use the wi fi), and I ate lots of good food (expensive, but I splurged). My first meal there was a ham sandwich! With REAL cheese!!!! (We have fake cheese in Sikasso…fake as in it doesn’t melt…)
I thought Kyle was nice because he has sisters, but then I got to thinking, my mom has 4 sisters….just because you have sisters doesn’t make you nice. (I think that came out wrong. My mom is AMAZING!!! But, when she is with her sisters, they can all get…shall we say rude?) So, he’s much nicer than me. I ended up buying him dinner one night and we called it even. (If I won, I would have showed no mercy.)
Mary put the map in color. It looks so good! She has inspired me to take a photoshop later on in my life. I am currently trying to make some minor changes, but I think I am going to give up today.
This sounds crazy, but I was looking forward to getting out to village. Just the simplicity and the quietness (is that even a word?) of it all. So, I ended up going “camping” with Mary at Kyle’s site. I do like my toilets, but it was so pleasant bathing in the rain. During moments like those, I wish I had both a toilet and a yeagan. It reminded me a bit of when I was a lifeguard and would go swimming in the rain. I guess that’s the Pisces in me.
Brooke, the last Belushi of Sikasso, left. We had a wonderful Indian food night on Friday night. On Saturday, we were supposed to go to the pool all day, but when I arrived, Katy was the only one there! I got a drink, and it was fun chatting with Katy. Her village is quite far from Sikasso, so I don’t see her as much as the other volunteers in Sikasso region. It was really nice catching up with her. When we were leaving, we ran into some Koreans, and they asked if we were Peace Corps. Why yes, we are. Apparently, it was literally their first day in Mali. No, really. They are working for a NGO for 3-5 years. Katy and I wished them all the best. When we left, Katy and I were discussing if we give out a PC vibe. Do we look like the former stereotypical PC volunteer? Or are we in areas that no tourist would go? 
When the rain stopped, we met everybody and got street food. Chelsea had FUN FETTI birthday cake mix and icing, and it was absolutely superb!!! While it’s sad to say goodbye, it’s crazy that my stage will be the next group of volunteers to leave!
Random Thoughts/Experiences of Lala
You know how some women get monthly pedicures for mental health reasons? I think I am going to put air in my bicycle tires once of month. I didn’t realize how much a little air can make such a huge difference! I feel like a new woman!
Yesterday (10-13), the secretary of the Environment Conservation Bureau, decided I should marry her brother. He’s a Christian, speaks English, in his 30s…what more could a girl ask for? It was so funny because I apparently am in my prime marrying age, and everybody who finds out I’m single, plays matchmaker. I asked the secretary how old she thought I was…15 or 16!!! And, my family is coming in December so if it was up to the secretary and my coworker, I would be getting married in December to a guy I’ve never met. Love is not a factor. Security and being culturally appropriate is.
Malians are so wasteless when it comes to food. I was noticing how Malians cut onions and tomatoes and there is literally no part that can be eatten that goes to waste. I thought nothing of cutting the end of the onion off, until I saw how they meticulously only cut the inedible part out.
Last weekish, I saw a guy who was riding a bike. He was about to turn right, but was signaling with his left hand. This also happens, I feel, a lot with both cars and motos. While I was anti drivers education as a teenager, it really is a good idea, and I am now an advocate of driver’s education. And, it would be fine with me if South Carolina raised the driving age. Geez, I sound old!
Yesterday (10-14), we saw a white guy going into our favorite restaurant when we were leaving. We didn’t say a word, but then he asked “Peace Corps?” When this happens, I feel proud. It’s like we go where no tourist plans to go (except PC families that are visiting). He lives in Kayes region and thought we were PCVs so decided to go to “our” restaurant (we are regulars).
Today, I almost got hit by a bashee (green truck that has benches in the back where people sit). I’m glad I can laugh about it now. The guy was turning left; I was going straight…anyway, I’m glad PC gives us nice bikes with brakes…
I had an epiphany last week. I am an adult. Sigh. I’m trying to get excited….
I thought Kyle was nice because he has sisters, but then I got to thinking, my mom has 4 sisters….just because you have sisters doesn’t make you nice. (I think that came out wrong. My mom is AMAZING!!! But, when she is with her sisters, they can all get…shall we say rude?) So, he’s much nicer than me. I ended up buying him dinner one night and we called it even. (If I won, I would have showed no mercy.)
Mary put the map in color. It looks so good! She has inspired me to take a photoshop later on in my life. I am currently trying to make some minor changes, but I think I am going to give up today.
This sounds crazy, but I was looking forward to getting out to village. Just the simplicity and the quietness (is that even a word?) of it all. So, I ended up going “camping” with Mary at Kyle’s site. I do like my toilets, but it was so pleasant bathing in the rain. During moments like those, I wish I had both a toilet and a yeagan. It reminded me a bit of when I was a lifeguard and would go swimming in the rain. I guess that’s the Pisces in me.
Brooke and me
Brooke, the last Belushi of Sikasso, left. We had a wonderful Indian food night on Friday night. On Saturday, we were supposed to go to the pool all day, but when I arrived, Katy was the only one there! I got a drink, and it was fun chatting with Katy. Her village is quite far from Sikasso, so I don’t see her as much as the other volunteers in Sikasso region. It was really nice catching up with her. When we were leaving, we ran into some Koreans, and they asked if we were Peace Corps. Why yes, we are. Apparently, it was literally their first day in Mali. No, really. They are working for a NGO for 3-5 years. Katy and I wished them all the best. When we left, Katy and I were discussing if we give out a PC vibe. Do we look like the former stereotypical PC volunteer? Or are we in areas that no tourist would go?
Tata and Lala @ the pool
When the rain stopped, we met everybody and got street food. Chelsea had FUN FETTI birthday cake mix and icing, and it was absolutely superb!!! While it’s sad to say goodbye, it’s crazy that my stage will be the next group of volunteers to leave!
Random Thoughts/Experiences of Lala
You know how some women get monthly pedicures for mental health reasons? I think I am going to put air in my bicycle tires once of month. I didn’t realize how much a little air can make such a huge difference! I feel like a new woman!
Yesterday (10-13), the secretary of the Environment Conservation Bureau, decided I should marry her brother. He’s a Christian, speaks English, in his 30s…what more could a girl ask for? It was so funny because I apparently am in my prime marrying age, and everybody who finds out I’m single, plays matchmaker. I asked the secretary how old she thought I was…15 or 16!!! And, my family is coming in December so if it was up to the secretary and my coworker, I would be getting married in December to a guy I’ve never met. Love is not a factor. Security and being culturally appropriate is.
Malians are so wasteless when it comes to food. I was noticing how Malians cut onions and tomatoes and there is literally no part that can be eatten that goes to waste. I thought nothing of cutting the end of the onion off, until I saw how they meticulously only cut the inedible part out.
Last weekish, I saw a guy who was riding a bike. He was about to turn right, but was signaling with his left hand. This also happens, I feel, a lot with both cars and motos. While I was anti drivers education as a teenager, it really is a good idea, and I am now an advocate of driver’s education. And, it would be fine with me if South Carolina raised the driving age. Geez, I sound old!
Yesterday (10-14), we saw a white guy going into our favorite restaurant when we were leaving. We didn’t say a word, but then he asked “Peace Corps?” When this happens, I feel proud. It’s like we go where no tourist plans to go (except PC families that are visiting). He lives in Kayes region and thought we were PCVs so decided to go to “our” restaurant (we are regulars).
Today, I almost got hit by a bashee (green truck that has benches in the back where people sit). I’m glad I can laugh about it now. The guy was turning left; I was going straight…anyway, I’m glad PC gives us nice bikes with brakes…
I had an epiphany last week. I am an adult. Sigh. I’m trying to get excited….
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Life is Grand
I am sitting by the pool in Segou, using whi fy internet. Isnt that great?!
This most eventful part of my week was going to Segou. The bus schedule listed that a bus would leave sikasso at 8 am, but we ended up leaving at 9. But, what was so memorable was sitting and waiting while people watching. A teenage Malian girl and an adult Malian woman were getting into it. I dont know what was said, until a Malian who spoke impressive English sat beside me and explained it to me. Apparently, the teenager told the woman that nobody could beat her in this area. The woman said oh yeah, well i can, and then proceeded to try to hit her. A Malian man broke it up, and in Mali, they use 3rd party intervention. The individual listens to both sides of the story, and it really helps calm them down (most of the time). The woman just thought it was disrespectful.
Then in Koutiala, some body thought they were getting gyped out of money. That "discussion" (as the guy beside me told me...i would have probably used yelling match but whatever) lasted 30 minutes. TIA.
Segou is wonderful, except the harrassment from garabos, tour guides, etc. Laying by the pool, reading, listening to an ipod was how I spent my afternoon. Just like an enthralling book, I forgot where I was for a few hours today!
Segou is a much needed break. So glad I'm here!
This most eventful part of my week was going to Segou. The bus schedule listed that a bus would leave sikasso at 8 am, but we ended up leaving at 9. But, what was so memorable was sitting and waiting while people watching. A teenage Malian girl and an adult Malian woman were getting into it. I dont know what was said, until a Malian who spoke impressive English sat beside me and explained it to me. Apparently, the teenager told the woman that nobody could beat her in this area. The woman said oh yeah, well i can, and then proceeded to try to hit her. A Malian man broke it up, and in Mali, they use 3rd party intervention. The individual listens to both sides of the story, and it really helps calm them down (most of the time). The woman just thought it was disrespectful.
Then in Koutiala, some body thought they were getting gyped out of money. That "discussion" (as the guy beside me told me...i would have probably used yelling match but whatever) lasted 30 minutes. TIA.
Segou is wonderful, except the harrassment from garabos, tour guides, etc. Laying by the pool, reading, listening to an ipod was how I spent my afternoon. Just like an enthralling book, I forgot where I was for a few hours today!
Segou is a much needed break. So glad I'm here!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I Bleed Orange and Blue!!! Always and Forever
My pregame pict before i went to sleep
This has been a week of bugs. There was this ginormous bug on my porch! I put him in my stairwell. He either fell down the flights of stairs or just dropped, but the next morning, he was on his back at the bottom of the stairs. I was hoping that my tutor knew the name of the bug, so I asked what’s that? He told me a worm. I explained that wasn’t a worm. He then told me it’s a big bug. But then again, if someone where to ask me what the name of a bug was (other than a lightening bug, lady bug, or grasshopper), I probably wouldn’t know either.
Monday (September 22) was Mali’s Independence Day. I was a bit disappointed. I thought it was going to be like the fete Tabaski (in December). The food was delicious and who doesn’t like a day off from work? But, there were no hot dogs, hamburgers, fireworks, etc. But, I was totally sporting the fabric!
Like I said on the previous post, Auburn played LSWHO last Saturday. Even a continent away, I got really excited on game day, and was totally rocking an Auburn shirt and flip flops. Well, fellow PCV and LSWHO Alum, Kyle and I made a bet. I said money at first, but then we agreed that the loser would go to the other persons site and be their servant for a day, wearing the other teams shirt. Well, I was super pumped because my house could always use a good cleaning. I am so thankful my daddy understands how much I LOVE AU football, and he called me at half time. Auburns up!! It was 1:30 am my time, but I was super excited!! I felt like I was there! When he hung up, I don’t think I slept. When I got another telephone call at 3:30 am, I was ready! I was singing “It’s great to be an Auburn Tiger” in my head. “Kate…I’m sorry” $#$% is what I was thinking. Anyway, after he described the game, I am still proud of my Auburn Tigers. War Eagle!!! So, next week, I am going to Segou to settle my bet. I would rather be his servant for an ENTIRE WEEK than wear that skanky, hideous, yellow and purple shirt! But, a bet is a bet.
I actually used my goofy horn this past week! It was really funny because I was biking along and then this guy is on his moto, and if he continued his course of action, would have ran straight into me! So, I honked. He started laughing, and I did too. So, if I ever get hit, at least both parties will be laughing.
I actually used my goofy horn this past week! It was really funny because I was biking along and then this guy is on his moto, and if he continued his course of action, would have ran straight into me! So, I honked. He started laughing, and I did too. So, if I ever get hit, at least both parties will be laughing.
This has been a week of bugs. There was this ginormous bug on my porch! I put him in my stairwell. He either fell down the flights of stairs or just dropped, but the next morning, he was on his back at the bottom of the stairs. I was hoping that my tutor knew the name of the bug, so I asked what’s that? He told me a worm. I explained that wasn’t a worm. He then told me it’s a big bug. But then again, if someone where to ask me what the name of a bug was (other than a lightening bug, lady bug, or grasshopper), I probably wouldn’t know either.
Monday (September 22) was Mali’s Independence Day. I was a bit disappointed. I thought it was going to be like the fete Tabaski (in December). The food was delicious and who doesn’t like a day off from work? But, there were no hot dogs, hamburgers, fireworks, etc. But, I was totally sporting the fabric!
Lye and me next to the camera shy geese
Tuesday was basically like Christmas for me. 3 BOXES!!! It is absolutely marvelous! And, one box had an eight page letter!!
Because I have an absurd amount of chapstick, I decided to give one to the Mama (the teenager who cleans my clothes). I gave her the Nesquick Chapstick. Later that day, her mom asked what it was. The knob was completely broken. It actually looked like there were teeth marks on it. Then it occurred to me that she probably has never used chapstick before and had no idea what to do with it! And, I bet the chocolate flavor threw her way off! Oh the things you assume everyone knows!
On Thursday, I had a meeting with the Environmental Conservation management. It was a great meeting! Even though all the paper work is so tedious at times, it was so great to designate responsibilities. I am excited and confident in this project now!
Yesterday, I helped Mama cut onions. Malians typically cut the food in their hands. I would cut my hand. So, I brought out my cutting board and sharp knife. They definitely got a kick out of it. I began crying, and apparently, I don’t know if it’s a Malian thing or what, but Mama put a piece of onion on my head and it is suppose to help with the crying. It might have been a mental thing, but it worked! Until it fell off my head, and I had to put another piece on and then I think it lost it’s magic. Also, when I went to Echin’s house yesterday afternoon, I sat down and watched a guy shaving 2 goat heads. It was fascinating! I did feel a little bad for the goat, waiting in line. I’m sure he could smell the death of his friends. I can’t tell who gets more entertainment out of the geese: Lye or me. They are so cool! I wonder if I could have both labs and geese…
I am learning more Bambara! Not exactly the ideal Friday night, but it was good. But, after studying, instead of taking a bath (no bath tub), I did the second best thing; I soaked my feet in hot soapy water. Wonderful! I should have started doing that a long time ago!
And, on Saturday morning, Makan and I began to work on the paperwork for the PCPP project (the project where the village is asking for funding for the tap system). It’s so long and tedious, but we made progress. Next week, I will examine where the committee has decided the best location for the tap system. Also on the agenda, I will be going to Segou region for completing my side of the bet (I will NOT allow photography in that…shirt), and I will also work with Mary on the map of Sikasso. Apparently, it looks so good (and it does!) the mayor wants to get it in color and make it poster size! So, Mary and I will also work on the poster. 2 birds with 1 stone.
Tuesday was basically like Christmas for me. 3 BOXES!!! It is absolutely marvelous! And, one box had an eight page letter!!
Because I have an absurd amount of chapstick, I decided to give one to the Mama (the teenager who cleans my clothes). I gave her the Nesquick Chapstick. Later that day, her mom asked what it was. The knob was completely broken. It actually looked like there were teeth marks on it. Then it occurred to me that she probably has never used chapstick before and had no idea what to do with it! And, I bet the chocolate flavor threw her way off! Oh the things you assume everyone knows!
On Thursday, I had a meeting with the Environmental Conservation management. It was a great meeting! Even though all the paper work is so tedious at times, it was so great to designate responsibilities. I am excited and confident in this project now!
Yesterday, I helped Mama cut onions. Malians typically cut the food in their hands. I would cut my hand. So, I brought out my cutting board and sharp knife. They definitely got a kick out of it. I began crying, and apparently, I don’t know if it’s a Malian thing or what, but Mama put a piece of onion on my head and it is suppose to help with the crying. It might have been a mental thing, but it worked! Until it fell off my head, and I had to put another piece on and then I think it lost it’s magic. Also, when I went to Echin’s house yesterday afternoon, I sat down and watched a guy shaving 2 goat heads. It was fascinating! I did feel a little bad for the goat, waiting in line. I’m sure he could smell the death of his friends. I can’t tell who gets more entertainment out of the geese: Lye or me. They are so cool! I wonder if I could have both labs and geese…
I am learning more Bambara! Not exactly the ideal Friday night, but it was good. But, after studying, instead of taking a bath (no bath tub), I did the second best thing; I soaked my feet in hot soapy water. Wonderful! I should have started doing that a long time ago!
And, on Saturday morning, Makan and I began to work on the paperwork for the PCPP project (the project where the village is asking for funding for the tap system). It’s so long and tedious, but we made progress. Next week, I will examine where the committee has decided the best location for the tap system. Also on the agenda, I will be going to Segou region for completing my side of the bet (I will NOT allow photography in that…shirt), and I will also work with Mary on the map of Sikasso. Apparently, it looks so good (and it does!) the mayor wants to get it in color and make it poster size! So, Mary and I will also work on the poster. 2 birds with 1 stone.
I miss my brothers
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I cant think of a title
One cultural experience that I had this past week occurred at my homologues’ house. Lye (5 year old), began eating without inviting others to join him. Even though most people would decline, it is impolite here to eat without inviting the others around you. So, Echin’s friend said (in Bambara, but I still understood it), Lye’s an American. It was because we don’t offer to share our food with others. Interesting huh? That is one thing I hope to continue when I live in American again. I really like how you are always invited.
2 days ago, when I was done at work, I was telling everybody to have a good weekend. My coworker told me it’s only Thursday. I didn’t believe him. So, I pulled out my calendar and checked it with my cell phone….I’ll be darn…he was right! That was a bit disappointing.
Trinh called on Wednesday!! I was so happy to hear her voice!!
I almost hit a kid on my bike the other day. I’m not going to lie. I like the feeling of almost hitting someone better than the “ut oh, I’m about to get hit”. But, both experiences are nerve racking. So, I finally installed the goofy horn I received for my birthday on my bike.
I am trying to get 2 projects of the ground. And, I’m just giving you the heads up, but YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! I am going to apply for a PCPP (Peace Corps Partnership Program). The money would be used to get a nearby village a robinet (tap) because during hot season, their wells dry up. Anyway, I’ll put the link when I finish applying for it.
Auburn plays LSWHO today!!! WAR EAGLE!!
(I apologize for not taking pictures. But, September 22 is Mali’s Independence Day, so I should take some then.)
2 days ago, when I was done at work, I was telling everybody to have a good weekend. My coworker told me it’s only Thursday. I didn’t believe him. So, I pulled out my calendar and checked it with my cell phone….I’ll be darn…he was right! That was a bit disappointing.
Trinh called on Wednesday!! I was so happy to hear her voice!!
I almost hit a kid on my bike the other day. I’m not going to lie. I like the feeling of almost hitting someone better than the “ut oh, I’m about to get hit”. But, both experiences are nerve racking. So, I finally installed the goofy horn I received for my birthday on my bike.
I am trying to get 2 projects of the ground. And, I’m just giving you the heads up, but YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! I am going to apply for a PCPP (Peace Corps Partnership Program). The money would be used to get a nearby village a robinet (tap) because during hot season, their wells dry up. Anyway, I’ll put the link when I finish applying for it.
Auburn plays LSWHO today!!! WAR EAGLE!!
(I apologize for not taking pictures. But, September 22 is Mali’s Independence Day, so I should take some then.)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It's September!
I looked at the calendar today, and can’t believe it’s already September! I am starting to plan “The Cannon’s Go to Mali” trip. It’s really hard to plan because things can change in a blink of an eye. So, as long as everyone comes in with good attitudes and flexibility, it should be a good time.
I woke up last week at 4:30 am to use the bathroom, and I felt so incredibility lazy. My neighbors were already starting their day! It turns out, it was the beginning of Ramadan. One Malian told me “If you eat after 5:30, you’re not really fasting.” So, for the month, people do not eat or drink after 5:30 am until the sun sets. People are giving me a hard time because I am not fasting, but it’s okay.
I also have been having some…interesting dreams. One night, I dreamt that there were centipedes in my hair. I couldn’t feel them, but when I shifted my part, they were there. Another weird dream was I at the local mall in SC, and I saw a woman who just squatted down and peed in front of the mall! And, the last dream I remember was going home to see my dog. I don’t know who was more excited, K-dog or me! Even though my life is fairly uneventful right now, my dreams aren’t!
We were supposed to have a meeting for the robinets (taps) for the nearby village, but somebody died, and it was canceled. And, I am getting frustrated with the local environment project. Now granted I can only understand most of what is going on in the meetings, it seems to me by his tone and word choice that he is doing ME a favor by contributing to THEIR project. And, it’s absolutely ludicrous to me that the Environment Conservation bureau doesn’t have basic tools like a wheelbarrow, hoe, ax, etc. Even though they didn’t think it was a priority to go in their budget, I feel like I am expected to get this equipment for them. Next week when my homologue returns from vacation, I will explain the dilemma to him, and I know he will take care of everything. I am so blessed to work with someone like him! (And, there is a junk scrap place next to my apartment, and there is a guy who appears to be interested in me. Maybe not, maybe I’m tooting my own horn, but I explained to Echin [my homologue] that this guy has turned around car before to talk to me, and I feel uncomfortable. Echin told me the next time that happens to call him and he’ll take care of it.)
The new volunteers swear in this week! And, my new teammate, Diane, will move into her house this Sunday. I think this solo time was good for me, but I am excited about having a new teammate.
Next week (if I remember), I will try to take pictures of my life in Sikasso. But, it will be difficult to upload lots of pictures because the fast internet place closed. If they weren’t making a profit, they should have lowered their prices and then more people would leave the medium internet place and use the fast interenet place. Too bad nobody asked me;)
I woke up last week at 4:30 am to use the bathroom, and I felt so incredibility lazy. My neighbors were already starting their day! It turns out, it was the beginning of Ramadan. One Malian told me “If you eat after 5:30, you’re not really fasting.” So, for the month, people do not eat or drink after 5:30 am until the sun sets. People are giving me a hard time because I am not fasting, but it’s okay.
I also have been having some…interesting dreams. One night, I dreamt that there were centipedes in my hair. I couldn’t feel them, but when I shifted my part, they were there. Another weird dream was I at the local mall in SC, and I saw a woman who just squatted down and peed in front of the mall! And, the last dream I remember was going home to see my dog. I don’t know who was more excited, K-dog or me! Even though my life is fairly uneventful right now, my dreams aren’t!
We were supposed to have a meeting for the robinets (taps) for the nearby village, but somebody died, and it was canceled. And, I am getting frustrated with the local environment project. Now granted I can only understand most of what is going on in the meetings, it seems to me by his tone and word choice that he is doing ME a favor by contributing to THEIR project. And, it’s absolutely ludicrous to me that the Environment Conservation bureau doesn’t have basic tools like a wheelbarrow, hoe, ax, etc. Even though they didn’t think it was a priority to go in their budget, I feel like I am expected to get this equipment for them. Next week when my homologue returns from vacation, I will explain the dilemma to him, and I know he will take care of everything. I am so blessed to work with someone like him! (And, there is a junk scrap place next to my apartment, and there is a guy who appears to be interested in me. Maybe not, maybe I’m tooting my own horn, but I explained to Echin [my homologue] that this guy has turned around car before to talk to me, and I feel uncomfortable. Echin told me the next time that happens to call him and he’ll take care of it.)
The new volunteers swear in this week! And, my new teammate, Diane, will move into her house this Sunday. I think this solo time was good for me, but I am excited about having a new teammate.
Next week (if I remember), I will try to take pictures of my life in Sikasso. But, it will be difficult to upload lots of pictures because the fast internet place closed. If they weren’t making a profit, they should have lowered their prices and then more people would leave the medium internet place and use the fast interenet place. Too bad nobody asked me;)
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Not much to report
This was another extremely uneventful week. I am studying Bambara and French daily. And, it was pay day!
Oh, I fell down last week, but my cuts are healing nicely.
And, I almost got hit by a bus today, but thankfully not.
I know, BORING. Some weeks are like that.
Oh, I fell down last week, but my cuts are healing nicely.
And, I almost got hit by a bus today, but thankfully not.
I know, BORING. Some weeks are like that.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Solo in Sikasso
a younger, naiver, LalaI’m solo in Sikasso. I really had a wonderful vacation; I am still hearing how fat I’ve gotten. I do need to start exercising. On Wednesday, I really was going to run, but then I was having gas problems. I ran out of gas while I was cooking on Monday. So, on Tuesday, I exchanged my empty gas tank with a full one. I took it home and gas was spewing out of the top. So, the next day, I got a new one. I took it home, and that too had a malfunctioning top. I went back again, and told the owner he should pay for my transport. He actually came to my house with the 3rd tank. He discovered that I turned in 2 critical pieces when I exchanged my tank. So, he went back and got the necessary pieces, and I once again, can cook. What does this have to do with running? I’m having toe problems (surprise) and I was going to soak my feet before running because of the pain/infections.
One of Chelsea’s friends spent the night at my house on Wednesday night. She is doing missionary work. It’s so interesting how you can all be living in the same country with COMPLETELY different experiences and different mentalities.
Rob, our ONLY MALE, is leaving this Sunday. We all are very sad about this. Maybe I’ll host a “Sikasso Girls need Lovin’ too” party and invite all of the Mopti boys (or maybe just all males in Mali…) Sigh.
I do have some good news to report. I have my own water counter! One word: ecstatic! My bill went down 93 percent! I am a happy girl! And, there was a meat strike. It was going to be over early September, but for some reason, we again have meat. Life is good in the south!
One of Chelsea’s friends spent the night at my house on Wednesday night. She is doing missionary work. It’s so interesting how you can all be living in the same country with COMPLETELY different experiences and different mentalities.
Rob, our ONLY MALE, is leaving this Sunday. We all are very sad about this. Maybe I’ll host a “Sikasso Girls need Lovin’ too” party and invite all of the Mopti boys (or maybe just all males in Mali…) Sigh.
I do have some good news to report. I have my own water counter! One word: ecstatic! My bill went down 93 percent! I am a happy girl! And, there was a meat strike. It was going to be over early September, but for some reason, we again have meat. Life is good in the south!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Farewell Trinh
Love this pict
Trinh and her fam (and yes, thats pc fabric on the kids)
The Belushis (minus jack)
Trinh and Madame
I met the newbies last week. It’s still surreal that a year has gone by, my friends are leaving, and new people are “replacing” them. It’s….refreshing? to know how much I have grown as an individual, just talking to the newbies. I’ve changed so much as an individual. Basically, my perspective of life has changed. I do believe I have changed more this past year than my 4 years of college. Maybe it’s just a different kind of change. Maybe you can’t even compare college and Mali 
Trinh and her fam (and yes, thats pc fabric on the kids)
The Belushis (minus jack)
Trinh and Madame
I met the newbies last week. It’s still surreal that a year has gone by, my friends are leaving, and new people are “replacing” them. It’s….refreshing? to know how much I have grown as an individual, just talking to the newbies. I’ve changed so much as an individual. Basically, my perspective of life has changed. I do believe I have changed more this past year than my 4 years of college. Maybe it’s just a different kind of change. Maybe you can’t even compare college and 
Last weekend, Trinh had her farewell party. It was fun. Lots of dancing, laughter, friends. I designated myself as the photographer because I would want someone to do that for me. Even though, I probably won’t have such a big bash next year.
I ended up going to
I didn’t take pictures in
It’s funny how things work out. While I am sad that Trinh left, I did (FINALLY) receive the last 2 books of the Twilight Saga. So, I’ve been pretty busy this week.
Me with my 6.50 cedi bottle of dr.pepper (6.50 usd)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Ghana
me, Becky, and Anna at the border
I unfortunately didn’t do a good job of journaling, so most of this is from memory. I know I will leave out things, so for 2 other points of view, check out
I was planning on leaving for
On Monday while I was on my way to
We left Monday morning. It was fine, but the lady beside me, I thought, was a bit rude (Comes to find out she’s not Malian). We were rolling along nicely until we hit the
I don’t know what day it is, but our first actual touristic stop was in Kamasi. Kamasi has this incredible market that even puts
Anna, Becky, me @ the Beach!
The Green Turtle. If you’re in
Does anyone else find this picture funny?
After the GT, we went to
beach at Cape Coast
At a national park (Anna, Becky, me)
Cheescake for breakfast?! YES PLEASE!
Ghana
Oh how I love sour cream!
On the way back to
At the end, all the bus stations ran together....and yes, that would be me asleep in the tent
Even though
Monday, July 28, 2008
Ghana...here i come
So, yesterday I woke up really sick. I was going to leave for Bamako, but it just wasnt happening. I left this morning, and about half way through, some guy in an army cowboy hat entered the bus. He was passing out traditionalle medicama. I thought it was hilarious how people were saving it, and even buying some! I dont see him being very successful on public transport in Ameriki.
Well, the airplane fell through....grrrr. So, im trying to mentally prep for a 40ish bus hour trip tomorrow...
Well, the airplane fell through....grrrr. So, im trying to mentally prep for a 40ish bus hour trip tomorrow...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Leaving for Ghana Next Week
This month has gone by soo fast! I can’t believe I am going to Ghana next week!
Really, nothing of interest happened this week.
Oh, I did go to a funeral last week. I forgot to put my friends blog link last time, so here it is http://chelseamali.blogspot.com. The men and women were seated separately. When we arrived, somebody was yelling blessings through an intercom. At 9 am, we had rice and pasta and delicious meat. Chelsea told me that they bought 20 Kilos of meat the day before! After eating, we greeted the 2 wives, the mother, and the village chief. Then we chilled.
Laura’s mom took Laura and me out to dinner. It was so sweet of her! I had such a fabulous time! She is a RPCV, so it was interesting hearing how different she pictured Mali.
I was sick yesterday. The 3rd book in the series still has not arrived. I am trying to be patient…AHHHHHHHHHHH.
I have to pack and clean this weekend to get ready to go on my trip!
Really, nothing of interest happened this week.
Oh, I did go to a funeral last week. I forgot to put my friends blog link last time, so here it is http://chelseamali.blogspot.com. The men and women were seated separately. When we arrived, somebody was yelling blessings through an intercom. At 9 am, we had rice and pasta and delicious meat. Chelsea told me that they bought 20 Kilos of meat the day before! After eating, we greeted the 2 wives, the mother, and the village chief. Then we chilled.
Laura’s mom took Laura and me out to dinner. It was so sweet of her! I had such a fabulous time! She is a RPCV, so it was interesting hearing how different she pictured Mali.
I was sick yesterday. The 3rd book in the series still has not arrived. I am trying to be patient…AHHHHHHHHHHH.
I have to pack and clean this weekend to get ready to go on my trip!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
1 Year Mark! Oh, yeah
This week, I’m hitting the one year mark! Some days, I can’t believe how fast this year has gone by. Other days, I feel like I’ve lived here for about a decade.
I had tutoring the other day. It’s been a while, and it’s so nice feeling like I’ve improved!
Trinh and I watched 27 Dresses yesterday. It is a stereotypical chick flick. I loved it! Drama, predictability, happy ending. What’s not to love? We ate popcorn, cookies, and drank soda.
I also began running again yesterday. I was annoyed that so many people would greet me while running, so I decided to listen to music and tune the world out. I mean, I really do appreciate people wanting to greet me, but when I’m running?! I don’t think they understand it’s like if I stopped their soccer game to greet. Nobody would do that. Running is my soccer. I wonder how many people I ignored yesterday.
I am going to my friend’s village this weekend for a funeral. There was a horrific well accident last month. Typically, you are put in the ground the day you die. Then, they have a funeral that day, 7 days later, and then again at 40 days. I am going to the 40th day funeral, which is typically the largest because people can arrange for transportation and such. While it was such a tragedy for the whole community, I remain amazed at how strong my friend is and just how supportive her village is. Check out her Peace Corps experience at .
Flash back: Swear in day, 
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Pictures Galore!
View from my roof: Sikasso
The bat (it was WAY BIGGER when walking/hopping)
After the bat incident
Anna and me in Bamako...waiting for the BEST CHEESEBURGERS EVER
The 4th of July 08 in Manitali
Manitali is Beautiful!
Sikasso Kaw!
Our bus
View from walking up the side of the hill
me at the top of the hill
The bat (it was WAY BIGGER when walking/hopping) After the bat incidentAnna and me in Bamako...waiting for the BEST CHEESEBURGERS EVER
The 4th of July 08 in Manitali
Manitali is Beautiful!
Sikasso Kaw!Our busView from walking up the side of the hillme at the top of the hillGetting back on the bus
Malian women who came over to greet us when we had a flat
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