Hello to all my friends and family!! Thinking of you always but my experiences
here in Senegal continue to get bigger and better every day. I have been very busy for the past 3 weeks
after completing the five week challenge in village and I would love to tell
you all about it.
Here goes:
The five week challenge is a little challenge that our
country director created to help us stick with the harsh requirements of
staying in a small village for five weeks.
It means that we may not spend a night in another location other than
our respective huts for the first five weeks after we install but we are however
allowed to leave site for a day. I
personally thought this was an easy task.
I ended up going to the city of Kaolack twice for day trips during the
first five weeks but my tiny village of 700 people is lucky enough to be
located only 10 kilometers away from the medium sized city of Kaolack; which,
also is home to the second largest market in Africa and the largest market in
Senegal! Yeah its pretty legit. Like a dirty maze filled with stray cats,
fish bones, puddles of foot washing water and a bazillion people trying to get
your attention. You gotta be on your
game.
My family in village is wonderful but also very huge. Reminds me of the Bryant clan in many
ways. There have been baby goat births
almost every week including one on my first day while eating lunch. It was pleasant. Asides from that I have done a lot of
wondering, reading, chilling and sweating under Neem trees, climbing baobabs,
playing with children and conversing with people outside of my sister-in-law’s
boutique. I love all of the children
despite their loud volume at all hours.
I’ve been eating lots of peanuts and peanut butter as Kaolack is one of
the regions where peanut production is staple.
Another product of the region is salt so on many roads you can glimpse
large white mountains of salt. I have
also been dabbling in a bit of work as my last blog post mentions. I have learned how to make a tree pepineer
aka nursery and will start an intensive bed of Morenga trees when I get back to
my site.
So I mention “when I get back to my site” because I have
been away from site for 2 weeks. It
seems like a long time but I think that is because a lot has been going on
including our language seminar which included more language classes and
sleepovers with my friends nearby from my stage. What cut that in half for me however was a
small insignificant trip to Dakar to meet the president…of the United
States. Jk. It was by no means insignificant and so very
neat of an experience. Meeting Obama was
a big deal to the 30 or so volunteers that were chosen. I had to book it out of my village however
after I found out they might stop people from entering Dakar at a certain time
the evening before we were to meet him because of his arrival. I fortunately made it before dark and after
asking 30 people for directions to the Peace Corps regional house in Dakar I
made it to “six” (French pronunciation) as it is nicknamed. It was so cool to meet other volunteers and
converse about what we would say to Obama if we had the chance to talk. The next day we all spent time getting ready to
American music and shaving our underpits for Mister President. Soon we were on our way to the embassy
excitedly talking about what was going to happen. We ended up waiting in a line in front of the
prestigious Radison Bleu for a lot less security than I imagined and then
entered a small tent where about 3 or 4 hundred people eventually
gathered. It was a get-together for
American hands in Senegal. After waiting 2 or 3 hours, the president made his
appearance and made a lovely concise speech thanking us all for our hard work
despite hardships and frustrations from time to time being away from family
members and friends back home in America.
The President had also had a meeting earlier that day with our PC country
Director as a guest to discuss food security and successful governance in
Senegal. SO it was a neat experience all
in all. After his speech, he made his
way down some barriers to shake hands and greet people. I unfortunately was behind two rows of people
but I saw him and was not 2 feet from his face.
There was somewhat of a mad rush so I can understand his brief greetings
before being escorted out of the tent. It
was strange how the Senegalese were more crazed to see him than the
Americans. He did however talk to a PCV
and asked if he was “having fun.” He did
not mention PC in his speech but I gladly shouted it at the end of the list of
people thanked before the round of applause.
The rest of my time in Dakar was wonderful and I had a lot
of fun on the town that night. After
this trip to Dakar I traveled back to site to catch the very end of language
seminar and to spend a nice weekend with my family, showing them pictures of
Dakar and Obama. However, I was soon off
to the Kaolack garage again for an 8 hour trip down south to the Region of
Kedougou. Every year there is a very
large gathering of PC Senegal volunteers in the beautiful mountainous region
for the American Independence Day celebration.
Basically a few days of wild and crazy American fun! We had pool parties in the rain and went all
out decked in red, white and blue and American flags and temp tats and sparkles
and anything festive you can imagine!
Had so much fun, it was unreal!
Kind of roughed up my body a bit but it was bound to happen after a very
chill lifestyle in village for a month and a half. Also became a 20 course meal for a family of
mosquitoes but totally worth it down there.
Our hotel was right on the Gambia River and we were all very hopeful to
see a family of hippos floating by. It
didn’t happen but there was something resembling an otter or lizard and then
much mysterious pieces of wood and trash including a Talibe bucket. (a Talibe is a young Koranic student who must
beg for money and food). We also held a
bird funeral on the river for the unfortunate dove that ended its life on a
hotel room window. It was absolutely
gorgeous watching the rain storms travel over the tree tops and fields across from
the river and the humongous horizontal streaks of the thickest lightning I’ve
ever seen in the sky!! Went on a great adventure one night risking our lives and
our shoes to traverse large puddles in the muddy roads at night and then
talking to taxi drivers and club owners to show us where we could get a drink
or two. After Kedougou we took a ten
hour trip back up to Kaolack before heading up to Thies to the PC training
center to attend a Training to learn tips on how to teach English to
Senegalese. Despite the two day
training, a lot was covered and since it was run by the State Department, I
believe they were very effective in shaping our skills to bring back to our
communities, who are head over heels excited to learn English. I hope to use the skills I learned in this
training to help out with an English club for high school students in Kaolack
and perhaps be a part-time English teach for a preschool in a nearby village by
the river. I have high ambitions but I
guess that is what all this prep and training and getting to know my town and
Senegal is for.
Now I am kickin it at the center. I am loving it here as it’s quite relaxing
with zero expectations! I get to chill
and internet and have fun nights with great conversation. I’ve been meeting and getting to know more
and more volunteers in other regions during each event I’ve attended in the
past few weeks. The only downside is I
have essentially zero money which is never any good. I will attend a SeneGAD meeting for Gender
and Development in Senegal since it is a topic I am interested in and that is
the area the scholarship project I did falls under. I’d like to find out about as much as I can
that is going on with Peace Corps and get involved. It’s almost a bit like college. Endless amounts of opportunities that you
just gotta seek out. I am happy to do all of this but also that I get to go
back to my village and back to speaking in only Wolof, seeking out the desires
and needs of my community. Wooo!
I’ll leave you with some pictures as I normally do!
Peace Out!
baboons in Kedougou!
The Gambia
the dirt road behind my house. many travelers on their donkeys and horses come from far away
Amazing Thai soup in Dakar
Yeah I was there! Obama!!
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