Now almost one week back in Montreal. I feel satisfied about my stay and work in Kaolack. I do not know about the future but I continue to email with Mrs. Sanokho and she has called twice and I her once. She is in charge of a summer camp for girls - a way to get them through the summer so that they will not disappear into the world of work and never return to school. She will try to find mosquito nets for some of them so that they will not miss weeks of school when the worst malaria season in October starts along with the schools opening for the next year. She would like to help 300 girls and she already has the teachers who will volunteer... I have contributed a little. If anyone feels to do so, let me know and I can send the money by Western Union.
Yesterday Mrs S just called to chat.... :-)
Bi chi ka na. (See you later in another blog -- who knows.)
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Summing up: another post before the last one
I leave tomorrow and as things will be, I am having conversations that are shedding light on the future and the possibility of my continued involvement re in Senegal.
Today, I got to the office and the gate was locked. As some of us waited for someone with a key to come, we chatted and I struck up a conversation with Sara who works with cyber learning here in Senegal. She is young, American and has been here for some time ... We spoke about the library and the culture of borrowing Vs giving and of how to obtain suitable reading material-- in French-- that includes African authors and materials especially adapted for Senegal. We spoke of adult literacy. I feel hope that in some way the work I have done here will trigger a small wave that will facilitate learning and therefore empowerment for someone....
There are the goals of an organization and then there is the reality of day to day experiences and the fact that change happens most often imperceptibly.
Yesterday at home it rained in torrents and we moved indoors me and sat and chatted as Maman made supper (deep fried fresh fish, french fries, salad .. and for me deep friend shrimp- some sort of snack food that I can eat. The light was dim, and our numbers were reduced to 6 as the two young men who I had thought were nephews and just discovered are friends of friends left in the morning for the vacation.
One young woman who does the cooking and cleaning had gone home; the other, Soxkhna was sick, so Maman (third oldest daughter) cooked. The grandson had for some reason stayed with his parents for the last couple of days. The two other American volunteers had left. So we were just 6 around the evening supper tray.
After supper (around 8:30), Mme Sanakho and I sat with our feet up against a corridor wall ... we all sipped the treat ( a bottle of sprite ) Mama and I had put in the fridge that afternoon (the fridge in the corner store had not been working). Then we watched a sitcom in Wolof together.. I got fed up with one of the characters at one point and prepared to go to bed but the group persuaded me to stay - . I am glad I stayed and shared this family moment. Excellent way as well to learn a little more about Senegalese culture.
In the home I live, there seems to me to be a gap between the freedom given to the young and the traditional expectations expected of married children. Must be difficult for this young generation to know how to make sense of the different values.
Today I am finishing up my final report at the office. The program director has not been here this week and I may not see her before I leave. I am making copies of everything.
At home Mama is doing my laundry- of course, by hand. She or maybe Yande will iron it with the charcoal iron. No chance that I do it myself. :-)
Today, I got to the office and the gate was locked. As some of us waited for someone with a key to come, we chatted and I struck up a conversation with Sara who works with cyber learning here in Senegal. She is young, American and has been here for some time ... We spoke about the library and the culture of borrowing Vs giving and of how to obtain suitable reading material-- in French-- that includes African authors and materials especially adapted for Senegal. We spoke of adult literacy. I feel hope that in some way the work I have done here will trigger a small wave that will facilitate learning and therefore empowerment for someone....
There are the goals of an organization and then there is the reality of day to day experiences and the fact that change happens most often imperceptibly.
Yesterday at home it rained in torrents and we moved indoors me and sat and chatted as Maman made supper (deep fried fresh fish, french fries, salad .. and for me deep friend shrimp- some sort of snack food that I can eat. The light was dim, and our numbers were reduced to 6 as the two young men who I had thought were nephews and just discovered are friends of friends left in the morning for the vacation.
One young woman who does the cooking and cleaning had gone home; the other, Soxkhna was sick, so Maman (third oldest daughter) cooked. The grandson had for some reason stayed with his parents for the last couple of days. The two other American volunteers had left. So we were just 6 around the evening supper tray.
After supper (around 8:30), Mme Sanakho and I sat with our feet up against a corridor wall ... we all sipped the treat ( a bottle of sprite ) Mama and I had put in the fridge that afternoon (the fridge in the corner store had not been working). Then we watched a sitcom in Wolof together.. I got fed up with one of the characters at one point and prepared to go to bed but the group persuaded me to stay - . I am glad I stayed and shared this family moment. Excellent way as well to learn a little more about Senegalese culture.
In the home I live, there seems to me to be a gap between the freedom given to the young and the traditional expectations expected of married children. Must be difficult for this young generation to know how to make sense of the different values.
Today I am finishing up my final report at the office. The program director has not been here this week and I may not see her before I leave. I am making copies of everything.
At home Mama is doing my laundry- of course, by hand. She or maybe Yande will iron it with the charcoal iron. No chance that I do it myself. :-)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tourist
I took 2 days off to see a bit of the tourist side of Senegal and the ocean! Mbour, Saly, Joal-Fadiouth. I went with Maman and stayed with family... in the end it was not at all the independant, tourist experience I had been wanting. I chose to let the experience happen as it would. Lovely.
We we were welcomed into a home, Issa gave up his small bedroom, just enough space for a double bed, for us. He put up a mosquito net for me and Maman and I shared the bed. We walked on the beach in the fishing town of Mbour.... visited in a home with two terrasse that reminded me of Terry and Cindyś home in Bermuda; we visited Saly and walked along the beach in front of the I hear luxious hotels, sat in a focus spot night life restau/bar/dance establishment, the Letage. I believe and chatted .. Issas eyes lit up as we recalled out restau experiences --- nice to be my age and have so many experiences to draw on for connections with people. :-) Night life, the camaraderie of rest workers, passing warm nights after work chatting, dancing... Later I sat in the deepening twilight in the courtyard with Maman and listened as she told me of her last relationship and how it had ended.. she talked and talked and again I could empathize.... though she too is much younger than I. The next day we visted three small islands made of millions of clam shells and oyster shells that overer the years were thrown away by the villagers who harvest the seafood. We also visited the only Christian Muslim graveyard in Senegal attesting to tolerance for which people epressed satisfaction.
Numerous taxis - 4 place, 7 place .... in cars that had to be push started, most of them missing window levers, many inside door handles... but determination and debrouardisism of drivers triumphed.
This holiday was my treat so I paid way... quite a responsibility since I had no idea of the cost of taxis, nor how many, and a very limited budget due to the fact that y bank card did not operate in Senegal. Thanks to Maggie and Bruce and Molly and Western Union I will have enough to get me and Mme Sanokho to the airport on Saturday =-- she is seeing me off.. This has proven to be an experience in trust, budgeting and clear boundaries with money. I have been able to share and I have people have shared with me. Very good.
Stay tuned for a final post from Montreal with I hope a few more photos. Thanks for sharing in my journey.
We we were welcomed into a home, Issa gave up his small bedroom, just enough space for a double bed, for us. He put up a mosquito net for me and Maman and I shared the bed. We walked on the beach in the fishing town of Mbour.... visited in a home with two terrasse that reminded me of Terry and Cindyś home in Bermuda; we visited Saly and walked along the beach in front of the I hear luxious hotels, sat in a focus spot night life restau/bar/dance establishment, the Letage. I believe and chatted .. Issas eyes lit up as we recalled out restau experiences --- nice to be my age and have so many experiences to draw on for connections with people. :-) Night life, the camaraderie of rest workers, passing warm nights after work chatting, dancing... Later I sat in the deepening twilight in the courtyard with Maman and listened as she told me of her last relationship and how it had ended.. she talked and talked and again I could empathize.... though she too is much younger than I. The next day we visted three small islands made of millions of clam shells and oyster shells that overer the years were thrown away by the villagers who harvest the seafood. We also visited the only Christian Muslim graveyard in Senegal attesting to tolerance for which people epressed satisfaction.
Numerous taxis - 4 place, 7 place .... in cars that had to be push started, most of them missing window levers, many inside door handles... but determination and debrouardisism of drivers triumphed.
This holiday was my treat so I paid way... quite a responsibility since I had no idea of the cost of taxis, nor how many, and a very limited budget due to the fact that y bank card did not operate in Senegal. Thanks to Maggie and Bruce and Molly and Western Union I will have enough to get me and Mme Sanokho to the airport on Saturday =-- she is seeing me off.. This has proven to be an experience in trust, budgeting and clear boundaries with money. I have been able to share and I have people have shared with me. Very good.
Stay tuned for a final post from Montreal with I hope a few more photos. Thanks for sharing in my journey.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Reminder
"I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it , not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment..."
--Joan Didion
Commencement address at University of California,
Riverside, California, 1975
Commencement address at University of California,
Riverside, California, 1975
In Maskalyk, James, Six Months in Sudan: a young doctor in a war-torn village, Anchor Canada, 2010.
I remind myself of this quote as I approach the end of this dream. Many times since I have come, I have been invited to step through the dream -- to see something that is greater than the adventure of coming to Senegal for a month and working on a project that I see as worthwhile.
There have been and will be still this week many long moments of doing nothing that feels particularly worthwhile, of doing nothing at all, of experiencing frustration of plans that do not work.., of feeling fearful as I struggled with eating difficutlies.... But there have also been many lasting moments- jewels- of intimacy with people, of spirit to spirit communication, of knowing that I am doing what I see to do no matter the consequences that I cannot control, of taking risks and seeing myself move forward in my quest for transparency and self-acceptance-- my quest to comprehend what it means to acknowledge my ordinariness and in this find my true power.
And there are the experiences I did not expect at all: learning a little more about the Black American experience, the converted Black American Muslim experience, sharing with a gorgeous 16 year old Senegalese girl our mutual insecurities about our skin color, learning about the experience of a Senegalese Wolof woman marrying into a family from the Casamace -- and her first arduous years proving to her in-laws that she could work and take part in home duties and she triumphed and is now honored by her in-laws, learning about a Senegalese mans experience with retirment at 52 and finding meaning in his days, seeing a little of the world of the young talabe boys begging for a living as they complete their religious studies,..... Gifts all of these openings to others experiences.
Bye for now
Out of the routine : swimming pools and fashion
Yesterday, Sunday, after breakfast (dinner for us), Mme Sanokho, 2 of her daughters, Maman et Ndike, and her eldest daughters children, Mambaye (7) and Mama Khady (3), went to a lovely hotel in Kaolack, the Relai Hotel.
The kids had never been in a swimming pool and Ndike was to shy to get in, so I put on my swimming suit and got in with the 3. It was fun! The children loved it and Nkike learned to let her body float just a little. Mme Sanokho who actually is younger than I think feels she is past the bathing suit stage. She wrote a report for 10,000 Filles - among other things, she is in charge of finding the homes for the volunteers to stay. We had a walk... and chatted and had sodas and the kids had their first swing and slide experience. Fun!
I will post some pictures later.
We were back before supper. Super afternoon.
In the evening two of the American guy volunteers who also stay with Mme S got their outfits that they had had made by M Ss tailor. Fantastic booboos. (photos to follow). Tonight we plan to take family photos. I will put on my own outfit. I now have 4. I think I can wear at least 2 of them to school when I teach again.
One I had sewed to measure by Ndeyes tailor
An outfit can cost from 11,000 to 25,000 Cefa. I paid for one and ws gifted with tho others. What is really fun to me in this the creativity of the tailors. Amazing fashions-- works of art.
Fashion photographers must love working here.
The kids had never been in a swimming pool and Ndike was to shy to get in, so I put on my swimming suit and got in with the 3. It was fun! The children loved it and Nkike learned to let her body float just a little. Mme Sanokho who actually is younger than I think feels she is past the bathing suit stage. She wrote a report for 10,000 Filles - among other things, she is in charge of finding the homes for the volunteers to stay. We had a walk... and chatted and had sodas and the kids had their first swing and slide experience. Fun!
I will post some pictures later.
We were back before supper. Super afternoon.
In the evening two of the American guy volunteers who also stay with Mme S got their outfits that they had had made by M Ss tailor. Fantastic booboos. (photos to follow). Tonight we plan to take family photos. I will put on my own outfit. I now have 4. I think I can wear at least 2 of them to school when I teach again.
One I had sewed to measure by Ndeyes tailor
An outfit can cost from 11,000 to 25,000 Cefa. I paid for one and ws gifted with tho others. What is really fun to me in this the creativity of the tailors. Amazing fashions-- works of art.
Fashion photographers must love working here.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Le petit dejeuner
a post in French, errors and lack of accent markers included. English version to follow.
Un Nescafe pendant Mme Sanokho mange son baguette aux oeufs et boit son cafe. Elle a voulu que je mange dans la chambre à cause des moustiques, mais je lui ai dit que entre des moustiques et la compagnie, je prefère la tenir compagnie.
Des sons du matin:
Des priers à la radio vennant de la chambre de Titi et Moussa .. et Moussa lui même qui chant ses prièrs de vendredi. De la chambre de M S, la voix de l'annimateur de nouvelles direct de la France.
Des pas de Soxkhna sur le ciment du patio et le son whish du balai pendant qu'elle essaie vainement de chasser les centaines de mouches présents chaque matin. Des mouches sont silencieuses mais ils sont très présentes... il y en ce moment peut-etre 10 sur moi.. Je m'en fou plus ou moins. :-)
Le bruit d'un moto qui passe dans une rue voisine.
Des oiseaux - je ne les vois pas- qui chant : des pigeons, des magpies, des moineaux..
Le son d'eau versé d'un contenant bleu plastiques à rayés bleu foncés sur les pieds lorsque M S fait ses ablulutions avant de prier
De la cuisine (en fait une garage au dans la tête du desinateur de la maison i)qui oeuvre sur la rue- j'entend les son aigues d'une cuillère en metal qui tombent sur le planché pavé (ciment), le sond des bassins et bowls en plastiques pendant que S les déplace...
Le moteur du taxi qui vient chercher Mme S pour l'emmener au travail. Le moteur est bruyant celui d'un vielle voiture.
Un cockquerel (?) qui crie et un autre qui repond..
Ses sons tranquilles qui sont partie intégrale de ce matin paisible.
So many mistakes... but maybe you got a little of what I feel this morning in July sitting in the interior courtyard of the Sanokho family.... just before I head to the office.
:-)
Un Nescafe pendant Mme Sanokho mange son baguette aux oeufs et boit son cafe. Elle a voulu que je mange dans la chambre à cause des moustiques, mais je lui ai dit que entre des moustiques et la compagnie, je prefère la tenir compagnie.
Des sons du matin:
Des priers à la radio vennant de la chambre de Titi et Moussa .. et Moussa lui même qui chant ses prièrs de vendredi. De la chambre de M S, la voix de l'annimateur de nouvelles direct de la France.
Des pas de Soxkhna sur le ciment du patio et le son whish du balai pendant qu'elle essaie vainement de chasser les centaines de mouches présents chaque matin. Des mouches sont silencieuses mais ils sont très présentes... il y en ce moment peut-etre 10 sur moi.. Je m'en fou plus ou moins. :-)
Le bruit d'un moto qui passe dans une rue voisine.
Des oiseaux - je ne les vois pas- qui chant : des pigeons, des magpies, des moineaux..
Le son d'eau versé d'un contenant bleu plastiques à rayés bleu foncés sur les pieds lorsque M S fait ses ablulutions avant de prier
De la cuisine (en fait une garage au dans la tête du desinateur de la maison i)qui oeuvre sur la rue- j'entend les son aigues d'une cuillère en metal qui tombent sur le planché pavé (ciment), le sond des bassins et bowls en plastiques pendant que S les déplace...
Le moteur du taxi qui vient chercher Mme S pour l'emmener au travail. Le moteur est bruyant celui d'un vielle voiture.
Un cockquerel (?) qui crie et un autre qui repond..
Ses sons tranquilles qui sont partie intégrale de ce matin paisible.
So many mistakes... but maybe you got a little of what I feel this morning in July sitting in the interior courtyard of the Sanokho family.... just before I head to the office.
:-)
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Work Satisfaction
Today is I believe July 21.
This week we who are working on the book-mobile are seeing the end of project. I feel satisfied that we have completed something that will be useful this year. We are writing up hundreds of catalogue cards this week and we have worked to set up a system that will work here. The book-mobile serves 10 villages and I from what we have seen here is very much appreciated. The children and some adults of the neighborhood are out asking for books every time we work outside in the van. We put out books that could not work for the library and they were all gone in very short order.
Yesterday I helped one of the American volunteers (Goshan College) do a couple interviews of girls with 10,000 Filles. The two girls, 15 and 17, and going into grades 9 and 10 respectively (the lycee), both expressed that the extra help the organization was giving them was made a big difference to their success. These two girls both have families who support their going to school which is by far, from what I have seen and heard, the experience of the majority of girls.
Hawa and Khadiya both want to continue: one wants to be a journalist and the other wants to be a colonol in the military like her father.
I was the translater between Elisha and the girls (French /English) - a role I often have here. I love it.
I am beginning to catch on to some of what is discussed in my home in Wolof.. it helps that French words are thrown in and that I am observatrice and always looking for the sense of conversations. I have been watching my share of Wolof sitcoms.
All is well.
This week we who are working on the book-mobile are seeing the end of project. I feel satisfied that we have completed something that will be useful this year. We are writing up hundreds of catalogue cards this week and we have worked to set up a system that will work here. The book-mobile serves 10 villages and I from what we have seen here is very much appreciated. The children and some adults of the neighborhood are out asking for books every time we work outside in the van. We put out books that could not work for the library and they were all gone in very short order.
Yesterday I helped one of the American volunteers (Goshan College) do a couple interviews of girls with 10,000 Filles. The two girls, 15 and 17, and going into grades 9 and 10 respectively (the lycee), both expressed that the extra help the organization was giving them was made a big difference to their success. These two girls both have families who support their going to school which is by far, from what I have seen and heard, the experience of the majority of girls.
Hawa and Khadiya both want to continue: one wants to be a journalist and the other wants to be a colonol in the military like her father.
I was the translater between Elisha and the girls (French /English) - a role I often have here. I love it.
I am beginning to catch on to some of what is discussed in my home in Wolof.. it helps that French words are thrown in and that I am observatrice and always looking for the sense of conversations. I have been watching my share of Wolof sitcoms.
All is well.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Routine
It is difficult to imagine a day here that I could call: Voila! Une journee routiniere!
Each day has broken from set out being a routine, or a day-as-planned - the changes triggored mostly by forces out of my control: flat tires, tips-demanding traffic control police (the gendarmerie), sickness, electricity and water cuts, unexpected- but always well-received passing visits...
Still, I can give a general desciption of a week day and a weekend day with my family in Kaolack and working at the office of 10,000 Filles.
I set my alarm for 6:30. It is unecessarily early since I aim to be a the office sometime around 9:00 and it is a 15 minutes walk, but I like to say goodbye to Mme Sanokho and her daughter, Maman; they set off for work just after 7:00. By that time they will have eaten their baguette and chocolate/beans/fried eggs and onions/ finally chopped corned beef sandwhich (one of these versions at a time!):-) and drunk their sweet, spicey (ginger, cloves and cardomon (I think)) coffee. They will have used individully packed packets of NIDO (powered milk) for their coffees mixed by pouring the coffee from cup to cup several times). I will have had my Nescafe and powered milk sweet coffee as well.
I will also have taken my shower in a bathroom very basic with ceramic floors and a toilet with no toilet see and no flush. I fill a bucket to 'flush' it. There is incence but in a mixing bowel sized metal pot but it is ususlly lit on the weekend - and this helps to dilute the smell of urine sometimes present in the bathroom. The floors are washed every day but sand from the streets of sand automatically seeps in. I find a place to hang my clothes and my toilettery case and I pearch my soap dish on the side of the sink. Usually there is running water - the mineral content is high and so feeling a bit guilty I am give the ends a final rinse with my bottled Karin water as my hair is feeling denser and courser. I could easily go rasta here. :-)
I will have taken up my mosquito net and tucked the ends in behind the headboard.
I now drink my 'juice'. Very mitigated enthusiasm.
The sun is hot and the air is humid and I am sweating already before I leave the house. It is sure I will change my clothes and take at least one more shower - usually before our late supper (8 to 9 pm).. many people eat as late as 11:00 pm.
At work, the the volunteers gravitate towards the computers that have been reconstituted and although often work to send emails home, to post on blogs and to check in a Facebook.
'Work may or may not start at 10:00. Today there was no power and one volunteer with the data we needed was sick - we heard in the hospital - so no work was done ... A couple of us set out to visit her at the hospital or clinic which was somewhere dowtown. Just as we were about to head off in one of the mustard yellow and black taxis (each one pays a 'fare' and gets off where he or she wants) so in fact these taxis are more like buses, our colleague shows up. She was indeed in the hospital and has malaria and some sort of intestinal problem ..She got the medicine she needs to get her up and moving so she can get to Dakar tonight and she plans to spend the night in the hospital and then she is off to her current home in The Netherlands.
Christine and I walk with Nora to her home to get the documents, stop off a my home to get my USB key, and find my host M Sanakho home and sick with malaria. He had set off this morning and had and to come home.. A longish visit at Norah's and we come back. It is now about 12:00. Lunch is at 13h00! YIkes I had better go. I am late and they have made a vegetable broth for me which I will beat into an egg.... Gotta run.
Dinner will be inside and is called breakfast (dejeuner - ~n) ; often a wonderfully hot peppered joll of rice dish served on a large metal tray on the floor. Carrots and cabbage and a few large pieces of fresh fish or meat will be in the center in a read sauce. Peanut butter oil is used generously).
Strong , green tea sweetened and served in 3 small tea cups will be passed and refilled and repassed until everyone has been served and then it will be time to walk back to the office at 3:00.
The afternoons the first week we worked arranging the 2000 some books in the bookmobile. This week we are working between power outages, sicknesses, leavings, computer gliches and so one :-) on cataloging the books. A very rudimentary system since many of the village children and adults do not have we have learned a 'library culture'. For them a book is given not loaned. So there is that that the bookmobile worker and the reading room leader ( probabably Peace Corps workers) will be working on . We have little way thien of knowing if our work will have the results we would like. : do what we see to do and leave the results to Allah ( a quote in the Alchemist).
By the time I ususal arrive home whachinga ?? the flies will have ceeded the mosquitoes ..I find neither onslaught has been horrible ... although as I watched d three little boys who came begging (boys from the quoranic schools who are expectted to beg ) sitting around a bowl of sow (soured milk avidly dipping their share of a baquette in the milk oblivious to the 30 or more flies on each of their heads and around their food, I got up and fanned them with my newly aquired makde in Senegal fan).
So then in the evening we sit in constantly different patterns as plastic chairs are shared with new quests who pass by to say hello, or to visit awhile. The TV is out int he couryar and we passs from French to Wolof channels- news, sitcomes, , comedies, movies. Some people lie on the large 10 by 10 foot (?) mat on their stomaches or on their backs0- the object is to relax in company.
The meal will be like dinner but usally lighter. Tea again.
More lounging
I call it quit at 11:00. I am always the first.
:-)
Each day has broken from set out being a routine, or a day-as-planned - the changes triggored mostly by forces out of my control: flat tires, tips-demanding traffic control police (the gendarmerie), sickness, electricity and water cuts, unexpected- but always well-received passing visits...
Still, I can give a general desciption of a week day and a weekend day with my family in Kaolack and working at the office of 10,000 Filles.
I set my alarm for 6:30. It is unecessarily early since I aim to be a the office sometime around 9:00 and it is a 15 minutes walk, but I like to say goodbye to Mme Sanokho and her daughter, Maman; they set off for work just after 7:00. By that time they will have eaten their baguette and chocolate/beans/fried eggs and onions/ finally chopped corned beef sandwhich (one of these versions at a time!):-) and drunk their sweet, spicey (ginger, cloves and cardomon (I think)) coffee. They will have used individully packed packets of NIDO (powered milk) for their coffees mixed by pouring the coffee from cup to cup several times). I will have had my Nescafe and powered milk sweet coffee as well.
I will also have taken my shower in a bathroom very basic with ceramic floors and a toilet with no toilet see and no flush. I fill a bucket to 'flush' it. There is incence but in a mixing bowel sized metal pot but it is ususlly lit on the weekend - and this helps to dilute the smell of urine sometimes present in the bathroom. The floors are washed every day but sand from the streets of sand automatically seeps in. I find a place to hang my clothes and my toilettery case and I pearch my soap dish on the side of the sink. Usually there is running water - the mineral content is high and so feeling a bit guilty I am give the ends a final rinse with my bottled Karin water as my hair is feeling denser and courser. I could easily go rasta here. :-)
I will have taken up my mosquito net and tucked the ends in behind the headboard.
I now drink my 'juice'. Very mitigated enthusiasm.
The sun is hot and the air is humid and I am sweating already before I leave the house. It is sure I will change my clothes and take at least one more shower - usually before our late supper (8 to 9 pm).. many people eat as late as 11:00 pm.
At work, the the volunteers gravitate towards the computers that have been reconstituted and although often work to send emails home, to post on blogs and to check in a Facebook.
'Work may or may not start at 10:00. Today there was no power and one volunteer with the data we needed was sick - we heard in the hospital - so no work was done ... A couple of us set out to visit her at the hospital or clinic which was somewhere dowtown. Just as we were about to head off in one of the mustard yellow and black taxis (each one pays a 'fare' and gets off where he or she wants) so in fact these taxis are more like buses, our colleague shows up. She was indeed in the hospital and has malaria and some sort of intestinal problem ..She got the medicine she needs to get her up and moving so she can get to Dakar tonight and she plans to spend the night in the hospital and then she is off to her current home in The Netherlands.
Christine and I walk with Nora to her home to get the documents, stop off a my home to get my USB key, and find my host M Sanakho home and sick with malaria. He had set off this morning and had and to come home.. A longish visit at Norah's and we come back. It is now about 12:00. Lunch is at 13h00! YIkes I had better go. I am late and they have made a vegetable broth for me which I will beat into an egg.... Gotta run.
Dinner will be inside and is called breakfast (dejeuner - ~n) ; often a wonderfully hot peppered joll of rice dish served on a large metal tray on the floor. Carrots and cabbage and a few large pieces of fresh fish or meat will be in the center in a read sauce. Peanut butter oil is used generously).
Strong , green tea sweetened and served in 3 small tea cups will be passed and refilled and repassed until everyone has been served and then it will be time to walk back to the office at 3:00.
The afternoons the first week we worked arranging the 2000 some books in the bookmobile. This week we are working between power outages, sicknesses, leavings, computer gliches and so one :-) on cataloging the books. A very rudimentary system since many of the village children and adults do not have we have learned a 'library culture'. For them a book is given not loaned. So there is that that the bookmobile worker and the reading room leader ( probabably Peace Corps workers) will be working on . We have little way thien of knowing if our work will have the results we would like. : do what we see to do and leave the results to Allah ( a quote in the Alchemist).
By the time I ususal arrive home whachinga ?? the flies will have ceeded the mosquitoes ..I find neither onslaught has been horrible ... although as I watched d three little boys who came begging (boys from the quoranic schools who are expectted to beg ) sitting around a bowl of sow (soured milk avidly dipping their share of a baquette in the milk oblivious to the 30 or more flies on each of their heads and around their food, I got up and fanned them with my newly aquired makde in Senegal fan).
So then in the evening we sit in constantly different patterns as plastic chairs are shared with new quests who pass by to say hello, or to visit awhile. The TV is out int he couryar and we passs from French to Wolof channels- news, sitcomes, , comedies, movies. Some people lie on the large 10 by 10 foot (?) mat on their stomaches or on their backs0- the object is to relax in company.
The meal will be like dinner but usally lighter. Tea again.
More lounging
I call it quit at 11:00. I am always the first.
:-)
Monday, July 12, 2010
Pointe de rencontre NeemTree
Yesterday I sat with Mme Sanokho for hours under a Neem tree in the sandy street in in front of her home. We sat on green plastic chairs that we brought out, a large worn tire in lay on the ground before us. It made for the third chair as as passersby came and greeted us and stayed for awhile to chat in Wolof mostly. I listened for words I recognized, responded to greetings in French and in Wolof and observed. The generous branches and leaves of the Neem tree shaded us from the afternoon sun.
Beside me to my right sat 2 young men making green 'gunpowder tea' (you can purchase this tea in Chinese shops in Canada), flavored with fresh mint leaves. They boiled their tea in a 2 cup metal tea pot over a small kerosene burner. I saw them add 2 very generous one-shot glasses of sugar... More later. off to the bank.
A little further under another Neem tree a group of 7 to 10 young men and boys who had been playing ? on a fussball machine framed in wood now sat on the sand or on stools or chairs primed to watch the final for the World Cup.
En face, in front, Mme S and I faced the metal door set in the cement wall that bordered the courtyard in front of 'our' home. The walls are a fading brown-yellow color of whitewash.
To the right lie tethered three belliers/ male sheep which families who have the means are keeping for the Fete de Tabaski which will come up in I think September or October. During this celebration each family if they can will butcher a sheep and there will be feasting. The prices go up so buying the sheep in advance is a way to reduce costs.
Wonderful specimens. Healthy. One reminds me of Olaf (my sister's goat in Rimbey, Alberta). I will try to take a photo soon.
Women and young women and young men walk by. The girls dressed in form fitting jeans and cute t-shirts or in endlessly varied custom made traditional clothing. Chic. Colorful. Lovely. I have 2 outfits in mind- the material already purchased by Ndeye, the eldest daughter of Mme S. Ndeye has given me her name as a nickname. Ndeye. :-)
All this under the Neem tree- every compound has one in the villages, and now in the city they operate as oasises from the sun's heat. Here much is discussed, decided --I imagine-- and observed.
Beside me to my right sat 2 young men making green 'gunpowder tea' (you can purchase this tea in Chinese shops in Canada), flavored with fresh mint leaves. They boiled their tea in a 2 cup metal tea pot over a small kerosene burner. I saw them add 2 very generous one-shot glasses of sugar... More later. off to the bank.
A little further under another Neem tree a group of 7 to 10 young men and boys who had been playing ? on a fussball machine framed in wood now sat on the sand or on stools or chairs primed to watch the final for the World Cup.
En face, in front, Mme S and I faced the metal door set in the cement wall that bordered the courtyard in front of 'our' home. The walls are a fading brown-yellow color of whitewash.
To the right lie tethered three belliers/ male sheep which families who have the means are keeping for the Fete de Tabaski which will come up in I think September or October. During this celebration each family if they can will butcher a sheep and there will be feasting. The prices go up so buying the sheep in advance is a way to reduce costs.
Wonderful specimens. Healthy. One reminds me of Olaf (my sister's goat in Rimbey, Alberta). I will try to take a photo soon.
Women and young women and young men walk by. The girls dressed in form fitting jeans and cute t-shirts or in endlessly varied custom made traditional clothing. Chic. Colorful. Lovely. I have 2 outfits in mind- the material already purchased by Ndeye, the eldest daughter of Mme S. Ndeye has given me her name as a nickname. Ndeye. :-)
All this under the Neem tree- every compound has one in the villages, and now in the city they operate as oasises from the sun's heat. Here much is discussed, decided --I imagine-- and observed.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Kaolack
I am in Kaolack at the family Sanokho. I will start on the bookmobile on Monday. Yesterday Mme Sanokho and I bought a blender and today I have bought some yogurt: Everyone has been looking for ways to help me eat something: :-):
We were stopped on the road yesterday by a gendarme (policeman) and as Viola refused to pay a bribe we were there for some time:
I sat out under the stars in an interior courtyard with the family last night: I drank my first for this time green sweet minted strong Senegalese tea: We lounged around on large mats which are put out evenings. The family shared their one pot rice and lamb meal sitted around a the dish: lovely:
I am happy: Dama-am mbègueté:
Bye
We were stopped on the road yesterday by a gendarme (policeman) and as Viola refused to pay a bribe we were there for some time:
I sat out under the stars in an interior courtyard with the family last night: I drank my first for this time green sweet minted strong Senegalese tea: We lounged around on large mats which are put out evenings. The family shared their one pot rice and lamb meal sitted around a the dish: lovely:
I am happy: Dama-am mbègueté:
Bye
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Touba Coutu
Salut ! i am here... long flight and then a night ride to Kaolack and on to Touba Couta. Here we are in a democracy camp for about 50 girls aged 13 to 17. I am learning from my American friends about their experiences as Muslims, or as converted Muslims in the US and beginning to know the young American volunteers. I have begun to know some of the Senegalese girls... Mostly all in French. Yesterday and today the girls are reflecting on and doing activities involving the environment: we have seen parts of Planet Earth in an large covered patio; we have joined in discussion about recycling and painted and played tag and tonight we will watch Avatar. :-) So good. I am starting again to remember some of the Wolof I learned 5 years ago.
The camp ends on the 15th. Then I will probably do work with the bookmobile.
More later.. I am using someone's computer and she needs the adapter for her cell phone.
The camp ends on the 15th. Then I will probably do work with the bookmobile.
More later.. I am using someone's computer and she needs the adapter for her cell phone.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Il reste encore 3 nuits / 3 nights left
Il ne reste que 3 jours avant le voyage. 4 mois, en effet 5 ans, de 'préparation'.
3 days left before my trip. 4 months of preparation; actually, 5 years since this particular 'dream' was born.
Some of you will appreciate it when I add that yesterday I enjoyed a croissant for a late night snack.
My next entry from Kaolack, I hope.
3 days left before my trip. 4 months of preparation; actually, 5 years since this particular 'dream' was born.
Some of you will appreciate it when I add that yesterday I enjoyed a croissant for a late night snack.
My next entry from Kaolack, I hope.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Yes!
The reality of my upcoming month is beginning to make itself felt. I woke up on this cool, sunny Albertan Sunday morning thinking, this is the second last Sunday before I leave. Then, the NEXT Sunday, I will wake up in Kaolack. :-)
Yesterday, one of the people I have been communicating with in Senegal, Jessica, had her goodbye party and the photos - lovely- were posted on 10,000 Girls Facebook. Jessica looked a bit as I imagined her to be. I saw some others of the young women I will be working with. Dafa nékh. Possibly not the correct phrase to say - Cest bon! or Yes!
The director, Viola Vaughn is organizing a new project which involves what my family still loves to do: canning and making jam. This will be out of bissap; jus de bissap. They need canning jars which can be ordered and shipped through Amazon Link to the Masson 8, 12, 16 oz canning jars. If you feel so inclined. On my side, hope to pack a few jars in my already up-to-the-limit luggage. :-)
I hope I have Internet access in Senegal and can make this a more chatty newsy blogg, complete with pictures. Maybe I can even write some entries in French for my friends who feel more comfortable in this belle langue.
I am now reading: L'Oympe des Infortunes by Yasmina Khadra, Trois Femmes Puissants, by Marie Ndiaye; La Disparition du bébé chocolat de Andrée Poulin et L' Échappée belle d'Anna Gavalda. J'ai trouvé un librarie francophone ici à Edmonton! En fait il y a l'U of A Campus Saint - Jean, Edmonton.
For those who would like a few words of Wolof: Wolof-Français. contes Wolof en français et Wolof
Yesterday, one of the people I have been communicating with in Senegal, Jessica, had her goodbye party and the photos - lovely- were posted on 10,000 Girls Facebook. Jessica looked a bit as I imagined her to be. I saw some others of the young women I will be working with. Dafa nékh. Possibly not the correct phrase to say - Cest bon! or Yes!
The director, Viola Vaughn is organizing a new project which involves what my family still loves to do: canning and making jam. This will be out of bissap; jus de bissap. They need canning jars which can be ordered and shipped through Amazon Link to the Masson 8, 12, 16 oz canning jars. If you feel so inclined. On my side, hope to pack a few jars in my already up-to-the-limit luggage. :-)
I hope I have Internet access in Senegal and can make this a more chatty newsy blogg, complete with pictures. Maybe I can even write some entries in French for my friends who feel more comfortable in this belle langue.
I am now reading: L'Oympe des Infortunes by Yasmina Khadra, Trois Femmes Puissants, by Marie Ndiaye; La Disparition du bébé chocolat de Andrée Poulin et L' Échappée belle d'Anna Gavalda. J'ai trouvé un librarie francophone ici à Edmonton! En fait il y a l'U of A Campus Saint - Jean, Edmonton.
For those who would like a few words of Wolof: Wolof-Français. contes Wolof en français et Wolof
Friday, June 11, 2010
19 MORE DAYS TO GO
I have almost everything I need. I now have some French novels to read on the plane and I have started again to practice some Wolof phrases and vocabulary.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
A Glitch
May 21 on returning from work, it seemed that I would no longer be able to participate in the project in Senegal.
The process of reflection triggered by this email from Senegal was worth the disappointment. Often I have found that when I choose to view what seem obstacles at first sight as opportunities for growth, growth is exactly what I do experience. So yesterday, I envisioned Not going to Senegal, not working with 10,000 Girls, and I saw that I would find other opportunities- that this dream, as important as it had been, did not contain the 'purpose' for my life. I imagined myself doing other things this summer, finding other people to work with, and I knew I had the inner resources to take this turn in the road. I took an important step through the dream.
This cold Alberta spring morning, I am sitting in my 13th floor apartment at my laptop and I feel at peace. I feel grounded. I am going forward with my plans. I spoke with two of the women in the project and I feel closer having heard their voices. My experience this summer seems more solid. I will go Insha Allah and participate and learn. I am sure to come across the unexpected. I sure to meet many interesting people.
I just reread my earlier posts. Since the first one, I have reconnected with a former student from Montreal on Facebook. Moussa is from Senegal and it has been fun exchanging a few words in Wolof, French and English.
--Loubess? (Quoi de neuf? What's new?) - I texted him recently.
- Dara. (Rien de spécial. As usual.) - He texted back.
I have exchanged a few words with my long-time friend, 'Vieux', from Montreal and learned how to say Happy Birthday (dewenety)
Just recently I have begun teaching a new group at NorQuest College and have had the pleasure of meeting Fatou. She is from The Gambia, Mandinka by ethnicity ... vivacious, positive and working very hard at improving her writing and reading skills. She also speaks Wolof.
So ndanka ndanka... :-) .Slowly Slowly... l'oiseau fait son lit. (the bird makes its nest)
The process of reflection triggered by this email from Senegal was worth the disappointment. Often I have found that when I choose to view what seem obstacles at first sight as opportunities for growth, growth is exactly what I do experience. So yesterday, I envisioned Not going to Senegal, not working with 10,000 Girls, and I saw that I would find other opportunities- that this dream, as important as it had been, did not contain the 'purpose' for my life. I imagined myself doing other things this summer, finding other people to work with, and I knew I had the inner resources to take this turn in the road. I took an important step through the dream.
This cold Alberta spring morning, I am sitting in my 13th floor apartment at my laptop and I feel at peace. I feel grounded. I am going forward with my plans. I spoke with two of the women in the project and I feel closer having heard their voices. My experience this summer seems more solid. I will go Insha Allah and participate and learn. I am sure to come across the unexpected. I sure to meet many interesting people.
I just reread my earlier posts. Since the first one, I have reconnected with a former student from Montreal on Facebook. Moussa is from Senegal and it has been fun exchanging a few words in Wolof, French and English.
--Loubess? (Quoi de neuf? What's new?) - I texted him recently.
- Dara. (Rien de spécial. As usual.) - He texted back.
I have exchanged a few words with my long-time friend, 'Vieux', from Montreal and learned how to say Happy Birthday (dewenety)
Just recently I have begun teaching a new group at NorQuest College and have had the pleasure of meeting Fatou. She is from The Gambia, Mandinka by ethnicity ... vivacious, positive and working very hard at improving her writing and reading skills. She also speaks Wolof.
So ndanka ndanka... :-) .Slowly Slowly... l'oiseau fait son lit. (the bird makes its nest)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Timelessness
Now under 7 weeks until I leave for Senegal. I am still reading Maskalyk's book, Six Months in Sudan. So much resonates with me. Not because I think I will be experiencing the desert, an isolated post, dying or sick people but because his reflections and the very simplicity of his style trigger memories of my stay with Somali people in a small 'isolated' village, Wajir, Kenya. And because I am thinking ahead to the challenges and pleasures of Kaolack.
In a previous blog post, I mentioned that a memory of mine was the 'simplicity' of living in Wajir, Kenya (and in Mangun, Nigeria). Yesterday while reading, I thought Maskalyk had captured better the essence of what I felt, by his explanation: fewer distractions. For him fewer distractions resulted in a sense of timelessness, of living in the stretched-out present.
most of us in the project have contracts for six months. some are shorter, none are longer. though mine is only a couple months through, it feels like more. tim and i have decided on slogan for this project: “for those who think life is too short… come to abyei! it feels like it lasts forever!”
I think in some way, we all distract ourselves to avoid the true experience of time because it is uncomfortable…
i think some of the reason the time feels differently here is that there are few distractions. it was something I looked forward to when I read in the job profile: must have “interest to work in remote locations.” there is no morning paper to read while we eat our breakfast, after dinner, there are no concerts to go to , nor walks to go on. we sit quietly, and moments stretch. (pp. 170-171)
This sense of timelessness is what addicts must crave: a couple of glasses of wine, a refreshing drink of tequila and orange juice and only the present exists. Past and future take their distance. I felt this divine sense of now sitting evenings cross-legged on a woven mat soft on the sand in Wajir where I spent timeless evenings with Nick and Ian, two British VSO volunteers. Quietness. For two years we played UNO, and ate our suppers of camel goat, rice and onions under starlit cloudless skies. There was no morning paper that I remember, no shopping, only our short wave radios tuned to the BBC news.
I long sometimes for that sense of timelessness, of presence in the moment.
Here in Canada, I am constantly asked to consider RSP’s, pension plans, future employment advancements, new styles of clothing. Propelled into the future. In some crazy way it seems appropriate to stress about work. I often spend my now in the future, thinking about tomorrow’s lessons, problems at school, how to stay competitive.
I realize that Kaolack is a large city of more than 172, 305 people. It is situated at a busy port on the Saloum River. It has an important peanut processing industry, and I am convinced that Internet cafes and cell phones, and newspapers will be in plenitude. …though I do not remember seeing any newspaper in Dakar during my stay there with Ndoumbe Ndiaye 5 years ago. But when I see the photos of Kolack, I see dusty or sandy streets, small kiosks, and I think there will be, for me, fewer distractions than here.
I remember how I felt when I lay my head down under my mosquito net in a tiny hostel with in indoor open to the night courtyard bar in Dakar five years ago in June. I was overwhelmed with joy at being ‘home’.
The effect of my three weeks in Dakar have stayed with me. Sometimes when I tell someone of this mountain top experience, they ask me how long I was in Senegal. When I answer that I lived there 3 weeks, I see in the person’s eyes a dismissal of my experience. They have not understood that time measured in hours and minutes and weeks was irrelevant.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Shots
Three vaccinations today from an efficient, personable Capital Health Care nurse. photos of China on her walls. the Terracotta Army.(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terracotta_Army). When I entered her office, she said I had 15 minutes but she gave me 50. I came with data in French and in Spanish and with little understanding of what I had or did not have.I left with 3 vaccinations and a vaccination book that I can actually read, and a treated mosquito net and insect repellent with DEET . all this came to just under 300.
Necessary? maybe not. When I went to Senegal in 2005, I got a whole slew of shots but they cost a lot less and I got them without deliberating as to what was necessary or healthy .. I did all in the whirlwind initiated by my sudden decision to leave my Mexico posting for Dakar . I am not in the same place mentally as I was then. I feel more cautious.
I am reading, reading the journal /blog / book of the MSF doctor in Sudan, I feel peace; my desire to go is rooting itself deeply; I no longer am dreading the heat and unattractiveness of Kaolack - this is according to tourist guides. the people I will work with for a month live here. it is their home. maybe for all of their lives. and my memories of Northern Kenya have been revived: the heat, the burning sand, the cement-walled unadorned house I lived in, the sand burning the sides of my sandled feet, the rhythm of Somali music, cardamon tea, hot wind, quiet afternoons reading, mosquito net cocoon feeling of security, napping in my friends' straw Somali-style home made from thorn bushes .. napping on woven mats on packed sand.. ah..
Few thoughts spent then on acquiring things, food ( onions and tomatoes and rice and goat/camel/beef bought recently cut were the menu of each day) ; no forms of entertainment besides tea and conversation and books and UNO. Simplicity. Not without struggles and choices and frictions but a slowed down, more focused existence.
I would love to experience something of this again.
Necessary? maybe not. When I went to Senegal in 2005, I got a whole slew of shots but they cost a lot less and I got them without deliberating as to what was necessary or healthy .. I did all in the whirlwind initiated by my sudden decision to leave my Mexico posting for Dakar . I am not in the same place mentally as I was then. I feel more cautious.
I am reading, reading the journal /blog / book of the MSF doctor in Sudan, I feel peace; my desire to go is rooting itself deeply; I no longer am dreading the heat and unattractiveness of Kaolack - this is according to tourist guides. the people I will work with for a month live here. it is their home. maybe for all of their lives. and my memories of Northern Kenya have been revived: the heat, the burning sand, the cement-walled unadorned house I lived in, the sand burning the sides of my sandled feet, the rhythm of Somali music, cardamon tea, hot wind, quiet afternoons reading, mosquito net cocoon feeling of security, napping in my friends' straw Somali-style home made from thorn bushes .. napping on woven mats on packed sand.. ah..
Few thoughts spent then on acquiring things, food ( onions and tomatoes and rice and goat/camel/beef bought recently cut were the menu of each day) ; no forms of entertainment besides tea and conversation and books and UNO. Simplicity. Not without struggles and choices and frictions but a slowed down, more focused existence.
I would love to experience something of this again.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Preparations continuing
My list of what to bring along is made.
Last week I bought a book, Six Months in Sudan, and a quote at the beginning inspired me yesterday when I felt that this passion to be part of something larger than my life here in Canada might never be fulfilled.
In Maskalyk, James, Six Months in Sudan: a young doctor in a war-torn village, Anchor Canada, 2010.
This quote definitely struck a chord and makes up for the the relative expense of this project, and for leaving my mom for the summer, and for leaving the Rockies behind....
When I am bitten by the fear that this chance to learn a new way of seeing shall yet fall through; when I doubt what I have to offer, this quote comes as an invitation to take the chance.
Yet, I also keep in mind that 'one shouldn't think with certainty about the future' (Maskalyk, 2010).
Finally, I keep centered by the meditation : Step through the dream. Each passion is a step -- not the End. This experience I am focusing on will be succeeded by others. Still, it is important to 'live it'.
Last week I bought a book, Six Months in Sudan, and a quote at the beginning inspired me yesterday when I felt that this passion to be part of something larger than my life here in Canada might never be fulfilled.
"I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it , not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is do do and get it while you can and good luck at it."
--Joan Didion
Commencement address at University of California,
Riverside, California, 1975
Commencement address at University of California,
Riverside, California, 1975
In Maskalyk, James, Six Months in Sudan: a young doctor in a war-torn village, Anchor Canada, 2010.
This quote definitely struck a chord and makes up for the the relative expense of this project, and for leaving my mom for the summer, and for leaving the Rockies behind....
When I am bitten by the fear that this chance to learn a new way of seeing shall yet fall through; when I doubt what I have to offer, this quote comes as an invitation to take the chance.
Yet, I also keep in mind that 'one shouldn't think with certainty about the future' (Maskalyk, 2010).
Finally, I keep centered by the meditation : Step through the dream. Each passion is a step -- not the End. This experience I am focusing on will be succeeded by others. Still, it is important to 'live it'.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Preparations for volunteering with 10,000 Filles, Senegal
I had an intuition, a dream that was born in 2005 in Dakar living with a Senegalese woman and her friends and son. I had come over from Mexico to - why not? - learn Wolof. I came with Senevolu. I had a WONDERFUL, MAGICAL time with Senevolu and I see it as one of the high spots of my life.
As I was saying, a dream was born to work with Senegalese young women .. somehow, sometime. So now I am going this July... to Kaolack. After signing up, I learned that this city is not one of the most beautiful cities in Senegal and that it is hot and god-forbid dry! But I trust my inner light and I am open to what happens.. and to the time now preparing... I am going as a camel.. bringing my own food with me.
See the blog for 10,000 Girls: http://10000girls.wordpress.com/
I have my large suitcases and am on the quest for a malaria pill that will suit my specific situation.
I have been reviewing Wolof, and my French. Mangi Jangaa Wolof. Probably completely wrong for "I am learning Wolof" but playing with the few words I know is fun. Wolof is a challenge with its affixes and no past tense or future tense verbs .. all done with pronouns ... well, that is an over simplification I think partly true. Correct me if you know more.
Be fun to find a Wolof speaker in Edmonton. Who knows, there are 2 months before I leave.
As I was saying, a dream was born to work with Senegalese young women .. somehow, sometime. So now I am going this July... to Kaolack. After signing up, I learned that this city is not one of the most beautiful cities in Senegal and that it is hot and god-forbid dry! But I trust my inner light and I am open to what happens.. and to the time now preparing... I am going as a camel.. bringing my own food with me.
See the blog for 10,000 Girls: http://10000girls.wordpress.com/
I have my large suitcases and am on the quest for a malaria pill that will suit my specific situation.
I have been reviewing Wolof, and my French. Mangi Jangaa Wolof. Probably completely wrong for "I am learning Wolof" but playing with the few words I know is fun. Wolof is a challenge with its affixes and no past tense or future tense verbs .. all done with pronouns ... well, that is an over simplification I think partly true. Correct me if you know more.
Be fun to find a Wolof speaker in Edmonton. Who knows, there are 2 months before I leave.
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