Saturday, June 23, 2012

Daily Routine



My village is in an ideal location (or at least I think so). I am 1km off of a major, well paved road that has a large 'road town' called Dialacoto 2 km from my village. In Dialacoto I can charge my phone, buy a cold coke, eggs, bread and (heaven forbid) go to a hospital if need be.While internet is not accessible, it is nice to have a place with these luxuries and it provides me with a larger community to work with if I felt so inclined.
Almost everyone in my village is a peanut farmer but interestingly most have some sort of supplementary income coming in from family members working in the US, Spain or France.The rainy season is currently beginning (so it should cool down! yah!). This means that everyone is going to the peanut fields during the day and burning the ground to prepare for planting.
My name here is Fanta Mamayo Tanjan. The Tanjans are 50% of my 700 person village. Essentially my family dominates the village in terms of size and power. The chief (my dad) and the Imham (the muslim leader) are both Tanjans. The hard part of this is that I don't have an enclosed compound per-se but live in an area of the Tanjan Kunda. Therefore, whenever I go anywhere, I pass by 70+ people who are members of my family and who get offended if I dont greet them, tell them what I am doing, where I am going and why. As you can imagine this gets annoying but on the bright side, for now, it is great language practice!
Group of women who were overly eager to get their pic taken inside of a hut. Half these women I really like, the other half I really dont.



The village chief, my father, is over 70 (aka ancient and looks like he will die any minute) is half crazy, cant hear, chain smokes cigs and eats kola nuts like candy. I live directly next to his son, Babanding, who is the acting chief. He has 3 wonderful wives who look after me and are more of my 'mothers' in village. The first wife is the woman who I have been instructed to give my food contribution to and who is kind of expected to make sure I am fed and doing well. Her and the 3rd wife do NOT get along, so much so that one night while I was in village they had a screaming, fighting match that continued for over 3 hours. Other than that I have never seen them acknowledge each other.
The rest of my village is very friendly and understanding. I can walk into any compound and feel welcomed to sit down and show off my peanut cracking skills or my pounding skills. While they dont really understand why I am living there for two years, everyone is happy to have a weird 'toubab' sit and chat with them. 

Naye is Babanding's second wife. Aminata is the baby and Naye's youngest daughter.
I also want to emphasize the fact that every village here is so extremely different. The dialectics of Jaxanke vary in my village and the road town 2 km from me. Additionally, Anna's village speaks an entirely different language and her family experience, food and living situation is completely opposite to mine. The family that I stayed with during training is so different from my current family that it seems they are from another country. From fashion to gender roles to employment opportunities to cultural faux-pas, every village and every compound is unique.

 In order to give you a better picture of my day to day life in village, here is a pretty accurate schedule of what every day is like for me in village, especially for these first few months here when I am really not doing too much. 

06:00- I am awake at 6 every morning (quite the opposite of my college life schedule) and I go for a run. Any later than this and the heat would be so unbearable there is no way I could run.
07:30- After getting water from the well, taking a bucket shower (these are surprisingly enjoyable) and watering my plants, I make a nice hot cup of Nescafe and a big bowl of oatmeal (accompanied with several spoons of peanut butter). I enjoy my 'American breakfast' in my hut and read for about an hour before I venture outside
09:00- Walk around the 'Tanjan kunda', greeting my family members and asking how everyone slept and their plans for the day. Depending on who is doing what (aka if they are people I like or not), I will sit and help cook or crack peanuts for 30 minutes.
This is my fav little boy, Lamini. On the last day in village he accompanied me for my morning greeting around the village. It was adorable.



10:30- Go to other homes in the village, venturing out into random compounds to meet other people in the community and practice my language
12:00- Return to my hut for a snack and reading time. Yah, I get to read a lot.
14:00- Go out onto my stick bed in the front of my hut to read, play with kids and wait until lunch
15:00- Am called for lunch which I eat with 8 other women. By this time yes I am starving and praying that there is extra peanut sauce on my plain rice
15:30- Head back to my hut to take a 'nap' aka eat another mango and read for another hour
16:30- Make my way back out to my family area to see who is cooking dinner and where. If one of my two sisters who are of age to be in charge of a meal are cooking dinner then I will help them. If not I usually help some of the older women with cracking peanuts. I find that I like women between the ages of 0-22 or 50+ but the women in between are unsympathetic, uninterested and I find some to be jealous of my freedom and lack of responsibilities.
18:30- Go back to my hut area and take another shower.
19:00- Hang out with some of the school age girls and help them with their homework. Or I teach kids how to do a puzzle, play Connect 4, or bring out the crayons and play with the young ones.
20:30/21:00- Eat dinner with my group of women. Afterwards I sit under the stars and listen to the women gossip for a bite before heading off to my hut to read for a few minutes.
22:00- Sweating but sound asleep!

The main exception to this schedule is Wednesdays where I make my way to Wassadou, buy fruits and veggies at the big market there and then make my way to the river where Anna (the new volunteer in Wassadou) and I sit and eat bean sandwiches and enjoy not having to tell someone what I am doing every other minute. I have also been able to take some trips to neighboring villages and festivals with my family making some days more interesting than others but as of now, I love my relaxed, reading and chatting schedule. Hell, this is not a bad 'job'!

Friday, June 22, 2012

5 weeks of 'checks'



My girls.
 So much (and yet so little) has happened in the past 5 weeks, my first 5 weeks in my village, that it is impossible to summarize. As everyone continuously warned me, I had my ups and downs. In a matter of minutes I could feel totally great, be thinking that my language had improved enormously, I was connecting with people and being here for 2 years would be no problem. Then one person makes a comment about buying them tea or medicine or a makes a snide remark about my language and I could be ready to burst into tears. But with that said, I had a great time, learned so much and was able to do more reading, sketching and sleeping than I have ever been able to do before! I can get used to this!

In order to give you all a quick, overall picture of somethings that I have done, here is a 'checklist'
  • Woken up with a pillow so damp from sweat that as soon as I walk away it is swarmed with fruit flies and takes 6 hours to try off -Check!
  • Mastered the art of cracking peanuts -Check! (everyone in my village are peanut farmers so any downtime consists of women sitting around with massive buckets of shelled peanuts that they 'de-shell'. Good for me because it keeps my hands busy and they see that I am doing some 'work')
  • Biked 5 km back to village through a sand, wind, rain storm -Check!
  • Read 8 books -Check!
  • Gotten 5 flat tires. -sadly, Check!
  • Was stung by a bee for the first time ever! -Check!
  • Puked mango in front of a group of school kids while riding a bike -Check! (note to self, NEVER take doxy after only eating a mango for breakfast, dont worry I was fine! Maybe tmi?)
  • Eaten an entire bag of TJs nut mix in less than 2 days -Check, check! (ya, protein is hard to get)
  • Finished off a duffel bag of snacks -7/8ths Check! (thank goodness I got 2 more packages of snacks to tide me over! Thanks Kate!! :)
  • Danced in front of over 100 people -Check!
  • Danced with an 80 year old woman when no teeth, no top on and boobs swinging down to her belly button -Check!! (damn I wish I had a pic of that!)
  •  Eaten endless, endlessssss amounts of rice -Check...
  • Yes, that is all rice in that massive kettle behind the women.... 



  • Mastered this conversation in Jaxanke:  
Me: No I dont have a man,yes I am old but no I dont want to take you for a husband.  
Senegalese man/woman who wants me to marry their son: Why?
Me: Well will you cook and clean for me?  
Senegalese: Oh... well than, what will the children do if the parents do all of the work?!?
Me: Ummm, learn!
 -Check!
  • Walked 7km to and from a neighboring village with 11 other women -Check!
  • Sat at the Wassadou Campament for hours watching: hippos, birds, baboons and lizards -Check!
  • Showed kids puzzles! -Check!
  • Mastered pounding corn -1/4th Check, I try.... 



  • Gotten a group of 2 year old boys to fall in love with me -Check!!! 
    • Love them back and tell their moms I will take them back to America with me -Check!
  • Survived my first crazy rain, wind, sand, flash flood storm in my hut -Check!
  • Found the perfect reading tree 3km from my village -Check! (it is large and secluded with good roots to sit on. I am sure I will spend hours there in the next two years!) 
 
Come visit me! This is where we will hang out! :)