Once again I return after a long hiatus. I can blame this latest absence at least in part on my two summer visitors, Jessie and Sammy, who each promised to write a guest post describing their trips and never did – though I’m not sure they can excuse me for three months away. (Jessie has since begun Peace Corps service in Azerbaijan and started her own, much more regularly updated blog – I’ll post a link on the side – check it out!). I have even less of an excuse for procrastination these days because I now have – drum roll, please – internet in Penessoulou! It’s expensive and a bit slow because it’s routed through my cell phone, but nevertheless I find it incredible that I can check gmail after I pull water from the well. In short, technology is amazing and I am lazy. I apologize!
I won’t bore you with the details of all that’s happened since my last post (I can’t remember it all anyway), but suffice it to say that after a crazy travel- and visitor-filled summer I was glad to come back to Penessoulou at the end of September to start a new school year. This second year is already proving much easier and more enjoyable than the first. Teaching is still exhausting, but it’s a lot more fun now that I know the kids and the system. I was surprised by how much I missed my students this summer and how happy I was to see them when I came back. I’m beginning to realize how hard it will be to leave them, and I’m not looking forward to it! Highlights from the school year thus far include: me knocking over a table (it only had three legs!) and ever-so-gracefully falling on top of it on the first day; singing “If you’re happy and you know it,” in one class and hearing my other classes join in (I don’t think their teachers were very happy about it); and showing students pictures of my house and Marlborough in the snow (it blew their minds!).
Outside of school, my girls club is off to an auspicious start – the girls who came to Camp Success this summer have been very active in planning and running the club and we’ve had forty girls each week! – and English club will start next week. Add in my women’s group, law school applications, and the occasional trip or fete, I’ve been very, very busy… I love it!
I was inspired to post at long last because the past two days have been two of the best in my Peace Corps experience. I’ve just returned to Penessoulou from the Badjoude whipping fete, a Lokpa coming-of-age ceremony where boys and men demonstrate their readiness to defend the homeland by whipping each other with wooden chicotes, or whips.
Every Lokpa village has its own annual fete, but the Badjoude fete is known to be one of the best, and it didn’t disappoint. Bands of boys and men dressed in outlandish attire – ranging from (stuffed) bras and skirts to animal skins and feather headdresses – processed through the village singing, dancing, and drumming followed by crowds of spectators. When the groups met, combat erupted spontaneously. Leaders from each group loosely regulated the frenzy, assigning sparring partners and declaring winners, but mostly it was a free-for-all. Then suddenly, at the leaders’ signal, the fighting would become dancing and the party would continue on to the next battleground. Singing, dancing, eating, drinking, and, of course, whipping, went on from dawn ‘til dusk, and I’m sure continued ‘til long after we had gone.
Thirteen volunteers went to the celebration – eleven out-of-towners, plus our gracious hosts Rut and Heidi. In Badjoude, we were welcomed as honored guests. The king fed us not once but twice (yam pilee with delicious sauce, rice, and copious amounts of tchouk, a local millet beer) and the mayor’s deputy didn’t seem too offended when we only picked at his meal afterwards. They all told us again and again how proud and happy they were to have us celebrate with them; they had worried volunteers wouldn’t come back after last year’s tragedy. It meant a lot that we – Kate’s friends – were there. Though they didn’t say it, everywhere we went it was evident how much the people of Badjoude had cared for her and that Badjoude was really her village. It was easy to see why Kate loved Badjoude so much; Badjoude loved her, too.
We volunteers didn’t talk about Kate much during the trip – I don’t think anyone wanted to be the one to dampen the festive mood – but I’m sure I’m not the only one who couldn’t help but feel her presence throughout. From the moment we arrived in Ouake commune, greeted by one of the most brilliant sunsets I’ve ever seen, we were struck by the beauty and wonder of the place. The starry, pre-dawn sky when we awoke to prepare for the fête; the red, baobab-lined paths winding through the village; the mountains looming majestically in the distance; Kate would have noticed those things, and she would have wanted us to notice them too. I remembered Kate as we were swept up in the dancing melée, as we saluered the village elders, and even as we laughed at the crazy dancer licking a wild cat hide. Kate loved village life and would have reveled in the chance to celebrate with her friends and neighbors. The entire experience reminded me how fortunate I am to be in Benin, how fleeting my time here is, and how important it is to appreciate it while I’m here – and I think that’s exactly how Kate would have wanted it.
Though I’m sad she couldn’t be there to celebrate with us, I’m so grateful I got to see Badjoude and remember Kate on such a happy occasion. It seems only fitting to remember a person as joyous and cheerful as Kate with a celebration of all the things she cherished. It was a day she would have loved!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Accra is awesome!
Greetings from Accra! At some point I will have to write a post (and put up photos!) from our girls' camp last week (it was fantastic -- the best thing I have done in Peace Corps thus far), but while I have the chance I wanted to post a few lines about our trek to Ghana.
We arrived on Wednesday afternoon after a long but not-too-unpleasant day of traveling. We made it through all the borders without a hitch, and since we rented taxis at each junction we never had to wait around for anyone.
When we pulled into Accra, you would have thought that none of us had seen a city before -- we were pointing left and right, jaws dropping at the sight of manicured lawns and highway dividers, shopping centres and traffic lights. The streets of Accra are lined with "Akwaaba Obama!" posters from the President's visit last week; we're sad we missed him, but it's definitely cool to see the city decked out in Americana.
After we found our hotel, got cleaned up and changed some money, we went out for delicious Mexican food at a sports bar around the corner. We told the waiter it was my birthday (it almost is!), which earned us a free round of drinks from a creepy old guy and cake from a real birthday party nearby. Several pitchers of Star later, we went out dancing at a club and then somehow found our way to a reggae party on the beach -- an excellent start to our vacation!
The next morning, we meandered our way to the Ghana Peace Corps bureau (definitely not as nice as ours!) and then bee-lined over to the Accra Mall for a little taste of home. It was like stepping into another world -- beautiful clothes, expensive electronics, a food court, a book store...we didn't know what to do with ourselves. Again, I found myself feeling incredibly villageoise and out of place -- I felt like people must know that I didn't belong in this clean, air-conditioned paradise. I had to stifle the urge to greet everyone I met (in French, of course) and to discuter for prices. It was very bizarre.
But the best was yet to come. Walking through the mall, I had seen several movie posters; it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, there was a movie theatre in the mall. I asked around and sure enough, tucked away on the second floor there was a cinema and it was playing the new Harry Potter movie! I couldn't have been more excited -- I immediately ran crazily around the mall telling the girls that we would get to see Harry Potter just days after it had come out in the States. We saw the movie (and met several Ghana PCVs in the theatre) later that afternoon. It was fantastic-- and such an amazing surprise!
Then, last night we treated ourselves to a fabulous sushi dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. Afterward, we made our way to a fun reggae bar, and then a few of us called it a night while others continued the party at a swanky nightclub. We really do love Accra!
Today we head to Krokrobite for some beachside R&R. This really is quite the vacation! More to come soon...
We arrived on Wednesday afternoon after a long but not-too-unpleasant day of traveling. We made it through all the borders without a hitch, and since we rented taxis at each junction we never had to wait around for anyone.
When we pulled into Accra, you would have thought that none of us had seen a city before -- we were pointing left and right, jaws dropping at the sight of manicured lawns and highway dividers, shopping centres and traffic lights. The streets of Accra are lined with "Akwaaba Obama!" posters from the President's visit last week; we're sad we missed him, but it's definitely cool to see the city decked out in Americana.
After we found our hotel, got cleaned up and changed some money, we went out for delicious Mexican food at a sports bar around the corner. We told the waiter it was my birthday (it almost is!), which earned us a free round of drinks from a creepy old guy and cake from a real birthday party nearby. Several pitchers of Star later, we went out dancing at a club and then somehow found our way to a reggae party on the beach -- an excellent start to our vacation!
The next morning, we meandered our way to the Ghana Peace Corps bureau (definitely not as nice as ours!) and then bee-lined over to the Accra Mall for a little taste of home. It was like stepping into another world -- beautiful clothes, expensive electronics, a food court, a book store...we didn't know what to do with ourselves. Again, I found myself feeling incredibly villageoise and out of place -- I felt like people must know that I didn't belong in this clean, air-conditioned paradise. I had to stifle the urge to greet everyone I met (in French, of course) and to discuter for prices. It was very bizarre.
But the best was yet to come. Walking through the mall, I had seen several movie posters; it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, there was a movie theatre in the mall. I asked around and sure enough, tucked away on the second floor there was a cinema and it was playing the new Harry Potter movie! I couldn't have been more excited -- I immediately ran crazily around the mall telling the girls that we would get to see Harry Potter just days after it had come out in the States. We saw the movie (and met several Ghana PCVs in the theatre) later that afternoon. It was fantastic-- and such an amazing surprise!
Then, last night we treated ourselves to a fabulous sushi dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. Afterward, we made our way to a fun reggae bar, and then a few of us called it a night while others continued the party at a swanky nightclub. We really do love Accra!
Today we head to Krokrobite for some beachside R&R. This really is quite the vacation! More to come soon...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
A few more photos...
Amdiath, Suruma, Maldiath, and Moulika...my little buddies.
Matt, former Djougou volunteer, came back to visit and introduced me to his work partners, Nady and Dean. They run a scholarship program for underprivileged, at-risk girls and are in the process of building a dormitory to house the girls in Djougou.
A bird's eye view of a Djougou CEG.
Yes, that is a twig holding the power lines apart.
The Germans have a pet monkey!
Dismembered snake
Melissa, Serpent Slayer!Bébé au dos
Maldiath seems a bit alarmed that I'm trying to put her on my back...
... but we got the hang of it!
Jessica's a pro
Jessica's a pro
Benin in pictures, Part II
Maldiath, my favorite little munchkin, and her caterpillar from Mom!
An ominous sky as rain descends on Penessoulou
Planting mango trees on Arbor Day -- as Jessica said, we're real Peace Corps Volunteers now! We were some of the last to arrive, so we got prime planting spots -- a trash heap and the grave of an unsuccessful sapling from last year's planting. Let's hope our trees fare better...
Benin in pictures
It's been a while since I've posted any photos, so here's a smattering from the last few months...
On Easter Sunday, Jessica, Melissa and I introduced my Director and his family to the tradition of Easter egg hunts. The kids -- and the adults! -- got really into it.
My Director's family at Joyce's baptism
Jessica and Lydie at the baptism
My little neighbors in their palm-leaf fort. I must admit, I was pretty impressed by their workmanship!
Jessica and Amdiath play "King of the Mountain," or "Mouton," in my front yard
On Easter Sunday, Jessica, Melissa and I introduced my Director and his family to the tradition of Easter egg hunts. The kids -- and the adults! -- got really into it.
Our finished products...ils sont jolis, non?
While the kids play, mom makes Easter dinner... goat! Mmm...
My Director's family at Joyce's baptism
Jessica and Lydie at the baptism
My little neighbors in their palm-leaf fort. I must admit, I was pretty impressed by their workmanship!
Jessica and Amdiath play "King of the Mountain," or "Mouton," in my front yardWednesday, June 17, 2009
It’s been so long since my last post that I don’t even know where to begin. I stopped writing after Kate’s death because I didn’t know what to say, and though I still don’t know what to say about it – what can one say about such senseless, terrible tragedy? – I don’t think I can keep using it as an excuse not to post here. What I will say about Kate is that she was a warm, wonderful person, an exemplary Peace Corps volunteer, and she is missed very much. We still don’t know enough about what happened to her or why, but I think we have learned enough to know that no explanation or justification will satisfy. Sometimes horrible things happen to good people, and Kate was one of the best.
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My first school year in Benin ended last week – not officially, of course, but the national examinations have begun and grades have been calculated, so consequently all students have stopped coming to school. Although I’m certainly glad to have a break from lesson plans and grading and telling kids to be quiet, I’m sad that I won’t see my students for four months. They’ve been trying my patience lately as the vacation approached, but I usually have a lot of fun with them. Plus, I don’t know what I’m going to do with all my free time now that I’m not teaching!
Actually, that’s not entirely true – although I’ll certainly have more downtime this summer than I do when school is in session, I do have a lot planned for the next few months. Our regional girls’ camp is coming up in a few weeks, which will require quite a bit of preparation. We’ve invited 60 of the best and brightest girls from 15 schools in the Donga to a week-long camp in Djougou to talk about health, family planning, and career and life goals, play sports, and do crafts and other activities. We’ll also take a field trip up to Natitingou to visit a cyber café and a women’s bracelet-making cooperative. It will be the first time many of these girls have seen either of these “big” cities, so even the journey will be exciting – the rest of the program will be icing on the cake!
After the camp, I’m traveling with a group of PCVs to Ghana for some sight-seeing and beach-lounging. We’ll get back just in time to greet the newly-arrived Stagiaires and to celebrate my birthday (24! I’m old!) in Cotonou. My sister Jessie arrives for a two-week visit on the 27th, and after her departure I’m hoping to be joined by a few more visitors somewhere on the continent, details TBD. I’ll be working Stage the first few weeks in September, and by then it will be time to head back up north to get ready for school again…phew! See – my summer’s gone by already!
In addition to my travels and visits, I have several other work and personal goals for the summer. First on my list: learn more Anii! I was really working hard at it when I first got to Penessoulou – saluer-ing people as I passed, talking with Mamas in the marché, asking people to translate what they were saying – but as time has passed I’ve slipped more and more back into French and have become lazier about asking questions.
Then, I am determined to have my law school applications ready before Thanksgiving, which (again, considering my schedule) means I need to start writing personal statements and editing my C.V. as soon as possible. To facilitate this process, I’m looking into getting internet on my computer through my mobile phone – it’s expensive, but it might be worth it if it means I don’t have to spend weeks on end in the capital glued to the LSDAS website. Don’t get too excited – I don’t know if it will work – but it might soon be a lot easier (and cheaper!) for you to contact me! Stay tuned.
I also want to get to work on a few of the secondary projects I’m hoping to get started next year. I’m looking into helping my school set up a computer lab (they have the computers, but they need some additional equipment and assistance), and if it works out, Jessica (my post-mate in Bassila) and I might be able to teach some sort of computer literacy course in the fall. We’re also hoping to do some kind of sex education/health sensibilizations, either in the form of a weekly class or a few programs. (There is no sex education in Beninese schools, and as a result kids (and adults) are often woefully misinformed about the mechanics of reproduction and disease transmission. Being here gives me a new perspective on hot-button U.S. debates like abstinence-only sex education and school busing. Though I still have strong opinions on both topics, now I’m simply thankful that we can have those debates -- thankful that we have sex ed and school buses to fight about!) I’m also hoping to get a jump start on my English club by meeting with some students over the summer. So far I’ve only got three students sitting on my porch on Friday afternoons, but it’s a start!
Additionally, last weekend I was elected Scholarship Girls Coordinator by the Gender and Development Committee, which means that next year I’ll be in charge of administering and hopefully revitalizing Peace Corps Benin’s scholarship program for girls. Currently, the Scholarship Girls program sponsors about twenty high achieving, financially-needy girls in secondary school. Once a girl is selected for the program, her scholarship follows her through graduation, provided that she meets a few minimal academic requirements (when I say minimal, I mean minimal – i.e., you can only repeat a grade once). The program stopped taking on new students in 2005, in part due to a lack of renewed funding (I’m not exactly sure yet where the original funding came from). There were also problems with the program’s administration and monitoring (it’s difficult to track girls across the country, especially if there is no PCV in her school) and its structure. I’m hoping that we can deal with some of those problems this year and get the program re-funded so we can take on new girls in the future. It will take some work – probably more than I realize! – but I think that putting girls through school is one of the most (and maybe only) effective way to empower girls in this country, and Peace Corps volunteers are well-positioned to identify and support strong female students deserving of assistance. So, I really must get to work now on figuring out how to make this program work!
And, to procrastinate this lengthy to-do list, I’ve been watching copious amounts of West Wing (I’m already in the third season) and reading good books (rather, re-reading, at the moment – Anna Karenina). To be fair, I did have the excuse of being laid up at home for the past few days with what resembled amebiasis or giardia…I’m not sure which, but whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant. It seems to be resolving itself, fortunately, so hopefully I’ll be back on track with my summer work soon!
I know I always say this, but I do hope to update this a bit more regularly in the future as well. These lengthy updates are all well and good, but I know I miss so much of the small stuff that really shapes my experience here when I’m writing about several months at once. For example, I might forget to describe how my neighbor kids rush outside ecstatically shouting “Avion! Avion! Avion!” whenever a plane flies overhead, or say that killing a chicken is a lot harder than it looks, or mention that my next-door neighbors’ baby (Maldiath, my favorite little munchkin) is starting to crawl and has her first tooth poking through! So for now, à toute à l'heure -- more to come!
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My first school year in Benin ended last week – not officially, of course, but the national examinations have begun and grades have been calculated, so consequently all students have stopped coming to school. Although I’m certainly glad to have a break from lesson plans and grading and telling kids to be quiet, I’m sad that I won’t see my students for four months. They’ve been trying my patience lately as the vacation approached, but I usually have a lot of fun with them. Plus, I don’t know what I’m going to do with all my free time now that I’m not teaching!
Actually, that’s not entirely true – although I’ll certainly have more downtime this summer than I do when school is in session, I do have a lot planned for the next few months. Our regional girls’ camp is coming up in a few weeks, which will require quite a bit of preparation. We’ve invited 60 of the best and brightest girls from 15 schools in the Donga to a week-long camp in Djougou to talk about health, family planning, and career and life goals, play sports, and do crafts and other activities. We’ll also take a field trip up to Natitingou to visit a cyber café and a women’s bracelet-making cooperative. It will be the first time many of these girls have seen either of these “big” cities, so even the journey will be exciting – the rest of the program will be icing on the cake!
After the camp, I’m traveling with a group of PCVs to Ghana for some sight-seeing and beach-lounging. We’ll get back just in time to greet the newly-arrived Stagiaires and to celebrate my birthday (24! I’m old!) in Cotonou. My sister Jessie arrives for a two-week visit on the 27th, and after her departure I’m hoping to be joined by a few more visitors somewhere on the continent, details TBD. I’ll be working Stage the first few weeks in September, and by then it will be time to head back up north to get ready for school again…phew! See – my summer’s gone by already!
In addition to my travels and visits, I have several other work and personal goals for the summer. First on my list: learn more Anii! I was really working hard at it when I first got to Penessoulou – saluer-ing people as I passed, talking with Mamas in the marché, asking people to translate what they were saying – but as time has passed I’ve slipped more and more back into French and have become lazier about asking questions.
Then, I am determined to have my law school applications ready before Thanksgiving, which (again, considering my schedule) means I need to start writing personal statements and editing my C.V. as soon as possible. To facilitate this process, I’m looking into getting internet on my computer through my mobile phone – it’s expensive, but it might be worth it if it means I don’t have to spend weeks on end in the capital glued to the LSDAS website. Don’t get too excited – I don’t know if it will work – but it might soon be a lot easier (and cheaper!) for you to contact me! Stay tuned.
I also want to get to work on a few of the secondary projects I’m hoping to get started next year. I’m looking into helping my school set up a computer lab (they have the computers, but they need some additional equipment and assistance), and if it works out, Jessica (my post-mate in Bassila) and I might be able to teach some sort of computer literacy course in the fall. We’re also hoping to do some kind of sex education/health sensibilizations, either in the form of a weekly class or a few programs. (There is no sex education in Beninese schools, and as a result kids (and adults) are often woefully misinformed about the mechanics of reproduction and disease transmission. Being here gives me a new perspective on hot-button U.S. debates like abstinence-only sex education and school busing. Though I still have strong opinions on both topics, now I’m simply thankful that we can have those debates -- thankful that we have sex ed and school buses to fight about!) I’m also hoping to get a jump start on my English club by meeting with some students over the summer. So far I’ve only got three students sitting on my porch on Friday afternoons, but it’s a start!
Additionally, last weekend I was elected Scholarship Girls Coordinator by the Gender and Development Committee, which means that next year I’ll be in charge of administering and hopefully revitalizing Peace Corps Benin’s scholarship program for girls. Currently, the Scholarship Girls program sponsors about twenty high achieving, financially-needy girls in secondary school. Once a girl is selected for the program, her scholarship follows her through graduation, provided that she meets a few minimal academic requirements (when I say minimal, I mean minimal – i.e., you can only repeat a grade once). The program stopped taking on new students in 2005, in part due to a lack of renewed funding (I’m not exactly sure yet where the original funding came from). There were also problems with the program’s administration and monitoring (it’s difficult to track girls across the country, especially if there is no PCV in her school) and its structure. I’m hoping that we can deal with some of those problems this year and get the program re-funded so we can take on new girls in the future. It will take some work – probably more than I realize! – but I think that putting girls through school is one of the most (and maybe only) effective way to empower girls in this country, and Peace Corps volunteers are well-positioned to identify and support strong female students deserving of assistance. So, I really must get to work now on figuring out how to make this program work!
And, to procrastinate this lengthy to-do list, I’ve been watching copious amounts of West Wing (I’m already in the third season) and reading good books (rather, re-reading, at the moment – Anna Karenina). To be fair, I did have the excuse of being laid up at home for the past few days with what resembled amebiasis or giardia…I’m not sure which, but whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant. It seems to be resolving itself, fortunately, so hopefully I’ll be back on track with my summer work soon!
I know I always say this, but I do hope to update this a bit more regularly in the future as well. These lengthy updates are all well and good, but I know I miss so much of the small stuff that really shapes my experience here when I’m writing about several months at once. For example, I might forget to describe how my neighbor kids rush outside ecstatically shouting “Avion! Avion! Avion!” whenever a plane flies overhead, or say that killing a chicken is a lot harder than it looks, or mention that my next-door neighbors’ baby (Maldiath, my favorite little munchkin) is starting to crawl and has her first tooth poking through! So for now, à toute à l'heure -- more to come!
Friday, March 6, 2009
I'm the worst blogger ever
Hello All!
Here is an entry that I wrote back in February but haven't had a chance to post since...sorry! I'll post something more recent soon!
Lots of Love,
Naima
16 February 2009
The fabled harmattan has come and gone, and once again the breeze floating across my porch at night is a warm one. It is 11 p.m., and the thermometer on my alarm clock now reads just over 90 degrees Fahrenheit. I must admit that this New Englander was rather underwhelmed by the promised fraicheur of the Beninese dry season. A few mornings where I am comfortable wearing a fleece jacket is not exactly what I call winter. Plus, the cooler weather lasted less than a month. It’s February -- shouldn’t there be a few inches of snow on the ground right now?
I must apologize yet again for the length of time between entries. Much has happened since I last wrote (which is part of the reason it has been so long since I last wrote): Christmas and New Year’s, Mom’s visit, the second devoirs and end of the first semester of school, President Obama’s Inauguration, a birth, a baptism, and a wedding.
I spent the holidays with Jessica and Melissa in Bassila. We had stockings (I sewed mine myself from a scrap of my Peace Corps bedsheet! I could scarcely believe my own resourcefulness haha), shortbread cookies, and even a miniature Christmas tree. On Christmas day, we feasted with the German linguists living in Bassila and sang Christmas carols ‘til late in the evening. I certainly missed spending Christmas at home with my family, but like my Beninese Thanksgiving, my Beninese Christmas was both so pleasant and so dissimilar from the Christmas I am used to that I could hardly be homesick or depressed. It was a unique but very Merry Christmas!
Shortly thereafter I made my way south to meet Mom in Cotonou. I was elated to see her, as well as so proud of her for making it here all by herself (and with four giant suitcases, no less!). We spent just one day in Cotonou, where we purchased a big mattress and mom rode her first zemi-jahn, before making our way north. We celebrated New Year’s Eve in Natitingou with a nice dinner and a visit to the PC workstation, where mom got to meet a bunch of my fellow PCVs and distribute the gifts she obligingly carted from other Peace Corps parents to their sons and daughters, and where I stayed out far too late fete-ing with other volunteers.
On New Year’s Day we headed to Park Pendjari for a three-day safari. The safari was wild and a lot of fun, if a bit exhausting. We only saw one lion (we got a great photo so it counts!), but we saw tons of hippos, several varieties of deer/antelope, crocodiles, monkeys, buffalo, and, best of all, elephants. In one rather comical (at least in hindsight) incident, Mom and I were seated atop the roof of the 4x4 when an elephant began advancing toward the car. Mom and I were ecstatic – what a photo opportunity! – but became annoyed as our guide quickly started up the engine and continued driving forward. We banged on the roof signaling him to stop, but to our dismay he kept going. At that moment, we realized that the elephant was not just coming to say hello, but was instead charging our vehicle! We had gotten a little too close to her and her baby, and we were lucky our guide was more animal-savvy than his camera-toting tourists. On our way back from the safari, we made stops to swim at the Tanagou waterfalls and to tour the Tata Sombas in Boukoumbe – both very worthwhile sights. We emerged from the safari tired and coated in reddish dust, but satisfied.
The next day mom and I returned to my village. It was wonderful to be able to show her what my life is like here. She was a trooper: she pulled water, did laundry by hand, learned how to ecraser tomatoes and piler yams, and even made me curtains while I did schoolwork. I took her to the market, introduced her to my friends in village, and fed her all of my favorite Beninese food. Best of all, she came to class with me a few days to watch me teach. She helped me demonstrate Simon Says with classroom commands and prepositions of place for my younger students, helped me make musical instrument flashcards, and took photos of all my classes. It was fun!
We rounded off the trip with a few days at the luxurious Hotel du Lac in Cotonou, home to a large pool, air-conditioning, and free wireless internet. We also visited my host family in Porto Novo, who were incredibly welcoming and excited to meet my mother. They had even commissioned a ceremonial Boubou to send home to my Dad – I can’t wait to see photos of him wearing it!
After Mom’s departure, I had to hustle back up north for school. The few weeks that followed were a whirlwind of classes and make-up classes due to the impending Devoirs (finals). My classes were still a bit behind due to my prolonged absence in November, so we had a lot of work to do. I started an after-school English club and our basketball team finally started practices, so my usually free Wednesday afternoons and Saturday mornings are now totally booked, and I spent a few weekends working on a Peace Corps Partnership Proposal with my post-mates in Bassila and Djougou for a girls’ camp this summer. It felt good to get so much accomplished, but it’s been a bit exhausting!
It’s also been an exciting few months for my friends in Penessoulou. My director and his wife had their third daughter, Joyce Nina, in January, and my closest neighbors were married and baptized their baby, Maldiath, in February. The Congres de Penessoulou begins next week when all of the sons and daughters of Penessoulou will return to visit and feter.
I, on the other hand, have had several near disasters this month, most of which were my fault: I nearly burned down my house a few weeks ago (the wind blew the curtain in my kitchen window into my stove…I’m really lucky that my house is made of cement!); my dog chewed through some supplies in my medical kit (he hasn’t eaten anything else, just dangerous poisons!); I found mice entering my house through my shower drain (I have since closed it and caught two of them in traps, but I’m sure there are more lurking somewhere); and I had my second bout of mild food poisoning (I think as a result of drinking juice au village). One thing’s for sure: life in Benin is never dull!
February vacation begins tomorrow, so I will travel to Sirarou to visit my friend Katie for a few days before we head down to Porto Novo for our TEFL In-Service Training. I’m excited to see the other TEFL volunteers and to experience the delightful conveniences and luxuries of the south (ice cream! air conditioning! pineapples!), but I’m very much not looking forward to traveling. It’s such a hassle here!
Here is an entry that I wrote back in February but haven't had a chance to post since...sorry! I'll post something more recent soon!
Lots of Love,
Naima
16 February 2009
The fabled harmattan has come and gone, and once again the breeze floating across my porch at night is a warm one. It is 11 p.m., and the thermometer on my alarm clock now reads just over 90 degrees Fahrenheit. I must admit that this New Englander was rather underwhelmed by the promised fraicheur of the Beninese dry season. A few mornings where I am comfortable wearing a fleece jacket is not exactly what I call winter. Plus, the cooler weather lasted less than a month. It’s February -- shouldn’t there be a few inches of snow on the ground right now?
I must apologize yet again for the length of time between entries. Much has happened since I last wrote (which is part of the reason it has been so long since I last wrote): Christmas and New Year’s, Mom’s visit, the second devoirs and end of the first semester of school, President Obama’s Inauguration, a birth, a baptism, and a wedding.
I spent the holidays with Jessica and Melissa in Bassila. We had stockings (I sewed mine myself from a scrap of my Peace Corps bedsheet! I could scarcely believe my own resourcefulness haha), shortbread cookies, and even a miniature Christmas tree. On Christmas day, we feasted with the German linguists living in Bassila and sang Christmas carols ‘til late in the evening. I certainly missed spending Christmas at home with my family, but like my Beninese Thanksgiving, my Beninese Christmas was both so pleasant and so dissimilar from the Christmas I am used to that I could hardly be homesick or depressed. It was a unique but very Merry Christmas!
Shortly thereafter I made my way south to meet Mom in Cotonou. I was elated to see her, as well as so proud of her for making it here all by herself (and with four giant suitcases, no less!). We spent just one day in Cotonou, where we purchased a big mattress and mom rode her first zemi-jahn, before making our way north. We celebrated New Year’s Eve in Natitingou with a nice dinner and a visit to the PC workstation, where mom got to meet a bunch of my fellow PCVs and distribute the gifts she obligingly carted from other Peace Corps parents to their sons and daughters, and where I stayed out far too late fete-ing with other volunteers.
On New Year’s Day we headed to Park Pendjari for a three-day safari. The safari was wild and a lot of fun, if a bit exhausting. We only saw one lion (we got a great photo so it counts!), but we saw tons of hippos, several varieties of deer/antelope, crocodiles, monkeys, buffalo, and, best of all, elephants. In one rather comical (at least in hindsight) incident, Mom and I were seated atop the roof of the 4x4 when an elephant began advancing toward the car. Mom and I were ecstatic – what a photo opportunity! – but became annoyed as our guide quickly started up the engine and continued driving forward. We banged on the roof signaling him to stop, but to our dismay he kept going. At that moment, we realized that the elephant was not just coming to say hello, but was instead charging our vehicle! We had gotten a little too close to her and her baby, and we were lucky our guide was more animal-savvy than his camera-toting tourists. On our way back from the safari, we made stops to swim at the Tanagou waterfalls and to tour the Tata Sombas in Boukoumbe – both very worthwhile sights. We emerged from the safari tired and coated in reddish dust, but satisfied.
The next day mom and I returned to my village. It was wonderful to be able to show her what my life is like here. She was a trooper: she pulled water, did laundry by hand, learned how to ecraser tomatoes and piler yams, and even made me curtains while I did schoolwork. I took her to the market, introduced her to my friends in village, and fed her all of my favorite Beninese food. Best of all, she came to class with me a few days to watch me teach. She helped me demonstrate Simon Says with classroom commands and prepositions of place for my younger students, helped me make musical instrument flashcards, and took photos of all my classes. It was fun!
We rounded off the trip with a few days at the luxurious Hotel du Lac in Cotonou, home to a large pool, air-conditioning, and free wireless internet. We also visited my host family in Porto Novo, who were incredibly welcoming and excited to meet my mother. They had even commissioned a ceremonial Boubou to send home to my Dad – I can’t wait to see photos of him wearing it!
After Mom’s departure, I had to hustle back up north for school. The few weeks that followed were a whirlwind of classes and make-up classes due to the impending Devoirs (finals). My classes were still a bit behind due to my prolonged absence in November, so we had a lot of work to do. I started an after-school English club and our basketball team finally started practices, so my usually free Wednesday afternoons and Saturday mornings are now totally booked, and I spent a few weekends working on a Peace Corps Partnership Proposal with my post-mates in Bassila and Djougou for a girls’ camp this summer. It felt good to get so much accomplished, but it’s been a bit exhausting!
It’s also been an exciting few months for my friends in Penessoulou. My director and his wife had their third daughter, Joyce Nina, in January, and my closest neighbors were married and baptized their baby, Maldiath, in February. The Congres de Penessoulou begins next week when all of the sons and daughters of Penessoulou will return to visit and feter.
I, on the other hand, have had several near disasters this month, most of which were my fault: I nearly burned down my house a few weeks ago (the wind blew the curtain in my kitchen window into my stove…I’m really lucky that my house is made of cement!); my dog chewed through some supplies in my medical kit (he hasn’t eaten anything else, just dangerous poisons!); I found mice entering my house through my shower drain (I have since closed it and caught two of them in traps, but I’m sure there are more lurking somewhere); and I had my second bout of mild food poisoning (I think as a result of drinking juice au village). One thing’s for sure: life in Benin is never dull!
February vacation begins tomorrow, so I will travel to Sirarou to visit my friend Katie for a few days before we head down to Porto Novo for our TEFL In-Service Training. I’m excited to see the other TEFL volunteers and to experience the delightful conveniences and luxuries of the south (ice cream! air conditioning! pineapples!), but I’m very much not looking forward to traveling. It’s such a hassle here!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
a very thankful thanksgiving
Yesterday was one of the best Thanksgivings I've ever had (no disrespect to my family at home-I miss you tons!). All of the TEFL volunteers from my stage were together in Parakou for a week-long teacher training so we had a huge feast: turkey on the grill, mashed potatoes, candied sweet potatoes, corn bread, stuffing with gravy, bread, salad, and fruit...it was heavenly. Keeping with tradition, I ate far too much and as a result I don't think I'll be hungry for a week. (However, this will not stop me from celebrating Thanksgiving a second time in Natitingou on Saturday.) But though the food was delicious, the best part of our dinner was definitely the company. We spent nearly four hours sitting around the table telling stories about home, our families and friends, college, work, post, and all the things we are most grateful for. We laughed, we cried, and we appreciated the chance to be together for the holiday. It was, I think, the most thankful Thanksgiving I've ever experienced. I love my fellow volunteers, and I feel so fortunate to be serving here in Benin with them!
Happy Turkey Day to everyone at home and across the globe! I love you and miss you!
Happy Turkey Day to everyone at home and across the globe! I love you and miss you!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Ile de la Madeleine
Michelle, Laura, and I took a pirogue out to this uninhabited island off the coast of Dakar for an afternoon of exploring, picknicking, and sunbathing. As you can see, it was a gorgeous day!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A Peace Corps Vacation
Hello from Dakar!
As you can see from the photos I posted yesterday, I’ve had a fantastic time in Sénégal so far –more like a vacation than a typical medical evacuation! (Thank you, Peace Corps!) Dakar is wild – totally different from Benin (and the rest of West Africa, from what I've heard). It's much more westernized and modern. There are real grocery stores (the new one that just opened near to Peace Corps headquarters has a better selection than Shaw's in New Haven and is absolutely beautiful!), tons of restaurants serving world-class cuisine, and paved streets full of cars and buses (rather than motos). It's the start of tourist season, so there are lots of souvenirs to buy and foreigners running around. The locals are more western too: they can usually speak at least some French (and even a little English, or at least enough to tell you to buy their stuff (“Ce n’est pas chère! Eet's not expenseeve!") and are more likely to wear western clothes than pagnes and boombahs. They even exercise on the beach, California-style. The scenic drive to downtown Dakar reminds me of visiting Marcy in LA – cliffs rising above beautiful beaches, people working out and jogging along the coast, kids playing on real play grounds...it's crazy!
I traveled to Dakar with my friend Michelle, another Benin TEFL PCV. Since it takes a full day for me to get from Penessoulou to Cotonou, we had to spend the night before our flight – which also happened to be the night of the U.S. presidential election – at the Peace Corps office in Cotonou. A bunch of other PCVs were in Cotonou for a meeting, so we all got together to watch the results come in on satellite television at the PC Administrative Officer’s house. (Thank you, Iffy!) We stayed up all night, cheering as states were declared blue and getting more-than-a-little teary-eyed when President-Elect Obama gave his valedictory oration at a little after 6 a.m. our time. It was a special place to be for this particular historic moment—serving in the Peace Corps in West Africa when America elected its first African-American president. For the rest of the day, everywhere we went people congratulated us, telling us that they too had stayed up all night to watch history in the making. Never have I been more proud to be an American or felt such solidarity with my countrymen and women. January 20th can’t come soon enough!
Michelle and I got into Dakar late Wednesday night, and we spent Thursday morning taking care of our medical appointments. I was totally impressed with the medical care here – the medical facility is state of the art, and the service was better than the States! On Thursday afternoon, we explored the area by Peace Corps headquarters (which is about a 20-minute taxi ride, or a 45-minute bush-taxi ride, away from downtown Dakar). There's a “dead yovo” market (a second-hand clothes market, so-called because a yovo – white person – would have to be dead to give up these gently-used clothes...kind of sad, really, when you think that in reality people just gave these clothes away and bought new ones) on the vacant lot next to the office on Thursday afternoons where I bought a pair of jeans for 500 CFA (about $1) and 4 t-shirts for 1000 CFA -- sweet deal! We went to dinner at a seafood place on the beach and drank a few too many Gazelles (cheap Senegalese beer) before heading to a bar with a couple of other PCVs in town. It was a lot of fun!
On Friday we were invited to attend Peace Corps Senegal's swear-in ceremony. In comparison with our swear-in ceremony, their initiation was a smaller, more intimate affair held at the U.S. Ambassador’s house and attended only by volunteers and a handful of American and Senegalese officials. The Ambassador gave a moving speech about the important role played by Americans serving abroad and about the impact of the U.S. presidential election around the world that made me feel very patriotic and warm and fuzzy inside. They served lots of yummy goodies (mini hamburgers! avocado shrimp bruschetta! cream puffs!), which we happily mooched like true Peace Corps Volunteers. (As we jumped a line of newly-minted volunteers for a second round of hors d’oeuvres, Michelle remarked that if you’re waiting in line, you haven’t been here long enough. We know better by now! Hahaha.) On our walk home from the ceremony, we stopped in at the biggest, ritziest hotel in the neighborhood just to have a look around, and when we stepped out onto the patio I realized that it was the same hotel where I spent the afternoon during my layover on my trip to South Africa a year and a half ago. It was every bit as posh and luxurious as I remembered. How funny to stumble upon it again!
On Saturday, we explored downtown Dakar. We visited the grand marché and bought touristy souvenirs and fake designer handbags (I am proud to say that I no longer run away from agressive vendors and taxi drivers, now I can discuter with the best of 'em—I got my bag for less than US $10!). Then we took a long walk along the coast, visiting the Presidential Palace and Senate House (and snapping photos with a bemused guard in traditional uniform) along the way. It was fun, but by the end of the day we were completely exhausted!
On Sunday, we took the ferry out to Ile de la Gorée -- a lovely tourist trap off the coast of Dakar. It was crazy and a bit overwhelming to be with so many foreigners! In an effort to escape the tour groups, we decided to do our tour of the island in reverse, beginning with the old fort and the marché and ending at La Maison des Esclaves (House of the Slaves -- Dakar was a big center in the slave trade), the biggest attraction on the island. However, in our cleverness we forgot that Sénégal is still in West Africa (despite appearances!) and most places take a repós in the afternoon, so by the time we got to the Maison it was closed until 2:30 -- which was also the time of the next ferry back to Dakar. So, we ended up skipping the historical site and having a nice lunch by the ocean instead. Oh well! It was a really good day just the same.
Monday was our American day. We took a day off from sight-seeing and lounged by the pool at the Club Atlantique, a kind of fitness center attached to an international school where PCVs can swim for free. The club is a little slice of America abroad: kids run around the patio and take swim lessons from an American-accented instructor while moms tan on the sidelines; a snack shack serves an array of fried foods (I ate my signature grilled chicken sandwich and french fries blissfully smothered in ketchup); lifeguards stand on duty; there are floaties and noodles in the pool. It felt like home!
Tuesday was another marché day, and today we have plans to explore a smaller, less touristy island off the coast of Dakar. Tomorrow we hope to go to Lac Rose, or the pink lake, and maybe even ride camels in the desert!
As you can tell, I'm having a really good time, and I really can't believe how lucky I am to be here. (Again: Thank you, Peace Corps!) That said, I am anxious to get back to my village and get back to work. I miss my students -- and my puppy! -- and I'm feeling really bad for being away so long during school. Hopefully I’ll be back in Penessoulou by the end of the week. Vacation is nice, but I’ve got work to do!
As you can see from the photos I posted yesterday, I’ve had a fantastic time in Sénégal so far –more like a vacation than a typical medical evacuation! (Thank you, Peace Corps!) Dakar is wild – totally different from Benin (and the rest of West Africa, from what I've heard). It's much more westernized and modern. There are real grocery stores (the new one that just opened near to Peace Corps headquarters has a better selection than Shaw's in New Haven and is absolutely beautiful!), tons of restaurants serving world-class cuisine, and paved streets full of cars and buses (rather than motos). It's the start of tourist season, so there are lots of souvenirs to buy and foreigners running around. The locals are more western too: they can usually speak at least some French (and even a little English, or at least enough to tell you to buy their stuff (“Ce n’est pas chère! Eet's not expenseeve!") and are more likely to wear western clothes than pagnes and boombahs. They even exercise on the beach, California-style. The scenic drive to downtown Dakar reminds me of visiting Marcy in LA – cliffs rising above beautiful beaches, people working out and jogging along the coast, kids playing on real play grounds...it's crazy!
I traveled to Dakar with my friend Michelle, another Benin TEFL PCV. Since it takes a full day for me to get from Penessoulou to Cotonou, we had to spend the night before our flight – which also happened to be the night of the U.S. presidential election – at the Peace Corps office in Cotonou. A bunch of other PCVs were in Cotonou for a meeting, so we all got together to watch the results come in on satellite television at the PC Administrative Officer’s house. (Thank you, Iffy!) We stayed up all night, cheering as states were declared blue and getting more-than-a-little teary-eyed when President-Elect Obama gave his valedictory oration at a little after 6 a.m. our time. It was a special place to be for this particular historic moment—serving in the Peace Corps in West Africa when America elected its first African-American president. For the rest of the day, everywhere we went people congratulated us, telling us that they too had stayed up all night to watch history in the making. Never have I been more proud to be an American or felt such solidarity with my countrymen and women. January 20th can’t come soon enough!
Michelle and I got into Dakar late Wednesday night, and we spent Thursday morning taking care of our medical appointments. I was totally impressed with the medical care here – the medical facility is state of the art, and the service was better than the States! On Thursday afternoon, we explored the area by Peace Corps headquarters (which is about a 20-minute taxi ride, or a 45-minute bush-taxi ride, away from downtown Dakar). There's a “dead yovo” market (a second-hand clothes market, so-called because a yovo – white person – would have to be dead to give up these gently-used clothes...kind of sad, really, when you think that in reality people just gave these clothes away and bought new ones) on the vacant lot next to the office on Thursday afternoons where I bought a pair of jeans for 500 CFA (about $1) and 4 t-shirts for 1000 CFA -- sweet deal! We went to dinner at a seafood place on the beach and drank a few too many Gazelles (cheap Senegalese beer) before heading to a bar with a couple of other PCVs in town. It was a lot of fun!
On Friday we were invited to attend Peace Corps Senegal's swear-in ceremony. In comparison with our swear-in ceremony, their initiation was a smaller, more intimate affair held at the U.S. Ambassador’s house and attended only by volunteers and a handful of American and Senegalese officials. The Ambassador gave a moving speech about the important role played by Americans serving abroad and about the impact of the U.S. presidential election around the world that made me feel very patriotic and warm and fuzzy inside. They served lots of yummy goodies (mini hamburgers! avocado shrimp bruschetta! cream puffs!), which we happily mooched like true Peace Corps Volunteers. (As we jumped a line of newly-minted volunteers for a second round of hors d’oeuvres, Michelle remarked that if you’re waiting in line, you haven’t been here long enough. We know better by now! Hahaha.) On our walk home from the ceremony, we stopped in at the biggest, ritziest hotel in the neighborhood just to have a look around, and when we stepped out onto the patio I realized that it was the same hotel where I spent the afternoon during my layover on my trip to South Africa a year and a half ago. It was every bit as posh and luxurious as I remembered. How funny to stumble upon it again!
On Saturday, we explored downtown Dakar. We visited the grand marché and bought touristy souvenirs and fake designer handbags (I am proud to say that I no longer run away from agressive vendors and taxi drivers, now I can discuter with the best of 'em—I got my bag for less than US $10!). Then we took a long walk along the coast, visiting the Presidential Palace and Senate House (and snapping photos with a bemused guard in traditional uniform) along the way. It was fun, but by the end of the day we were completely exhausted!
On Sunday, we took the ferry out to Ile de la Gorée -- a lovely tourist trap off the coast of Dakar. It was crazy and a bit overwhelming to be with so many foreigners! In an effort to escape the tour groups, we decided to do our tour of the island in reverse, beginning with the old fort and the marché and ending at La Maison des Esclaves (House of the Slaves -- Dakar was a big center in the slave trade), the biggest attraction on the island. However, in our cleverness we forgot that Sénégal is still in West Africa (despite appearances!) and most places take a repós in the afternoon, so by the time we got to the Maison it was closed until 2:30 -- which was also the time of the next ferry back to Dakar. So, we ended up skipping the historical site and having a nice lunch by the ocean instead. Oh well! It was a really good day just the same.
Monday was our American day. We took a day off from sight-seeing and lounged by the pool at the Club Atlantique, a kind of fitness center attached to an international school where PCVs can swim for free. The club is a little slice of America abroad: kids run around the patio and take swim lessons from an American-accented instructor while moms tan on the sidelines; a snack shack serves an array of fried foods (I ate my signature grilled chicken sandwich and french fries blissfully smothered in ketchup); lifeguards stand on duty; there are floaties and noodles in the pool. It felt like home!
Tuesday was another marché day, and today we have plans to explore a smaller, less touristy island off the coast of Dakar. Tomorrow we hope to go to Lac Rose, or the pink lake, and maybe even ride camels in the desert!
As you can tell, I'm having a really good time, and I really can't believe how lucky I am to be here. (Again: Thank you, Peace Corps!) That said, I am anxious to get back to my village and get back to work. I miss my students -- and my puppy! -- and I'm feeling really bad for being away so long during school. Hopefully I’ll be back in Penessoulou by the end of the week. Vacation is nice, but I’ve got work to do!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Dakar: In Pictures
Greetings from sunny Dakar!
I'm sorry to say that I have not yet written a post about 
my time here, but in the meantime I thought I'd put up some photos to give you an idea of what I've been up to. As you can see below, I'm having a blast!
my time here, but in the meantime I thought I'd put up some photos to give you an idea of what I've been up to. As you can see below, I'm having a blast! Bons baisers du Senegal,
Naima
P.S. I'm adding a link to my friend Michelle's blog on the sideline. She travelled with me to Senegal, and I think she's posting an entry or two about our trip! Check it out!
Michelle and I were invited to attend the swear-in ceremony for Peace Corps Senegal at the U.S. Ambassador's house -- it was lovely!
Me on the coast at Les Almadies 
Michelle testing the waters at Les Almadies
Ile de la Goree -- gorgeous!
Ferry to Ile de la Goree -- note its name! Hahaha.
Me on the ferry to Ile de la Goree.
Michelle a la plage!
This poubelle made me laugh.
View from the old castle, Ile de la Goree
A brand-new, American-style grocery store nearby Peace Corps headquarters. Incredible!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
News from the village
(I wrote this a few days ago but didn't have a chance to post it 'til now...I'm working on a new update now, as it's been an exciting couple of days! More news to follow!)
November 3, 2008
It’s hard to believe that October has come and gone. Although it does feel as though I’ve been in Benin a fair bit – four months now! – I can’t imagine that any “real” time has passed. This feeling is due, at least in part, to the lack of easily distinguishable seasons in Benin: here, it is eternal summer in my mind. Yes, the rain has stopped and afternoon temperatures are creeping steadily upwards (it was 95 degrees at 3 p.m. today in the shade!), but this is nothing in comparison with the transformation of New England from summer to fall, fall to winter. And though I know that at home the leaves are falling, school is in full swing, baseball season is over and football season has begun, Halloween has passed, and the presidential election will be resolved tomorrow at last, I am so far removed from these happenings as to render them almost unreal.
Meanwhile, here in Penessoulou life goes on. School continues to go well – teaching is fun, and I really like my students. I gave my 6emes a quiz on numbers 1-20 last week, and some did really well but some did terrrrribly. It’s going to be a long road ahead!
My biggest news (which you’ve already guessed if you’ve seen my photos): I have a puppy! His name is Skip (after the neighborhood kids’ favorite card in Uno), and he is a very good dog. I haven’t been able to find a collar for him yet (dogs, like children, goats, and chickens, tend to run free here), so when I want to bring him somewhere with me I often end up carrying him – a sight which amuses the villagers to no end and leads them to ask about mon bébé. He’s good company, and it’s really nice to have him waiting for me when I get home!
Tomorrow, I travel to Cotonou and then on to Dakar to take care of some medical issues – nothing serious, but I could be gone for up to a week. I’m excited to travel, but I’m worried about missing school and time in my village. Nevertheless, I guess I can’t complain about a free trip to Senegal! I should have more time on the internet when I get to Dakar (in fact, that’s probably where I’ll post this message), so I’ll be sure to put up photos and let you know about my trip. Senegal, here I come!
November 3, 2008
It’s hard to believe that October has come and gone. Although it does feel as though I’ve been in Benin a fair bit – four months now! – I can’t imagine that any “real” time has passed. This feeling is due, at least in part, to the lack of easily distinguishable seasons in Benin: here, it is eternal summer in my mind. Yes, the rain has stopped and afternoon temperatures are creeping steadily upwards (it was 95 degrees at 3 p.m. today in the shade!), but this is nothing in comparison with the transformation of New England from summer to fall, fall to winter. And though I know that at home the leaves are falling, school is in full swing, baseball season is over and football season has begun, Halloween has passed, and the presidential election will be resolved tomorrow at last, I am so far removed from these happenings as to render them almost unreal.
Meanwhile, here in Penessoulou life goes on. School continues to go well – teaching is fun, and I really like my students. I gave my 6emes a quiz on numbers 1-20 last week, and some did really well but some did terrrrribly. It’s going to be a long road ahead!
My biggest news (which you’ve already guessed if you’ve seen my photos): I have a puppy! His name is Skip (after the neighborhood kids’ favorite card in Uno), and he is a very good dog. I haven’t been able to find a collar for him yet (dogs, like children, goats, and chickens, tend to run free here), so when I want to bring him somewhere with me I often end up carrying him – a sight which amuses the villagers to no end and leads them to ask about mon bébé. He’s good company, and it’s really nice to have him waiting for me when I get home!
Tomorrow, I travel to Cotonou and then on to Dakar to take care of some medical issues – nothing serious, but I could be gone for up to a week. I’m excited to travel, but I’m worried about missing school and time in my village. Nevertheless, I guess I can’t complain about a free trip to Senegal! I should have more time on the internet when I get to Dakar (in fact, that’s probably where I’ll post this message), so I’ll be sure to put up photos and let you know about my trip. Senegal, here I come!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Skip!
My new puppy Skip (named after the card in UNO). He keeps me busy!!
Skip and me outside my house.
I had my tailor copy my black wrap dress in crazy Beninese tissue -- I think it's pretty awesome!
Why I love biking on the goudrone
Penessoulou
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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