Thursday, November 29, 2012

Peanuts here, peanuts there, peanuts EVERYWHERE!

Did you all know it is peanut harvesting season in Senegal?!?! Very exciting for me because it involves a new variety of snacks. My favorite is fresh , roasted peanuts. So fresh I first pull up the plant out of the ground, carry it home and give it to my sister who then gets some hot coals ready while I individually pull the peanuts off of the plant. Ever had peanuts that fresh? Delicious.

It is almost worth going to the fields for this perfect snack. Peanut farming is tough work!!!! The actual process pre-harvesting is long and extensive so I will save you from hearing about that until another time. But, if you are interested, here is what it takes once the plants are ready for harvesting. 

First, the woman have to  hire men (4 dollars a day) to 'tiga jaxuu' or go around with a hoe and dig around the plants, pulling up the roots. I tried to dig up one plant and was sweating sooo much, took me about 5 minutes while my mom does it in 30 seconds. But still, this is man's work so the woman have to hire men to do most of it.

I had 2 wonderful American university students from Dakar visit me and while they were here we helped with the next step of peanut farming- 'tiga nekelo' or the gathering of the plants into large piles. For them, it was an eye opening experience and were very impressed as I did all of the work, WHILE carrying a baby on my back. (I was impressed with myself as well.)

The next step is 'tiga tiumbo' where you comb through the dirt to pick up individual peanuts that had fallen off of the plant and are a individually hiding in the dirt. After 2 hours of this my neck was killing me from leaning over and preforming this tedious task. Following this, the smaller peanut plant piles are collected and placed into larger peanut plant piles. Then people hit the piles with sticks, making most of the shells fall off.

I am not totally sure what happens after this step... but I am guessing that is the point when the majority of the peanuts get brought back to the village on a donkey drawn cart. Once in village women wash the shells with water (tiga kuu), crack open the shells (tiga woto), toss the peanuts to separate the shell and the peanut (tigo tofe), sort through the peanuts for the bad vs. good ones, and FINALLY go to the market to sell them.

Sound exhausting? Think about that next time you snack on some peanuts while watching TV or eat a PB sandwich (oh dont even get me started on how many more steps it takes to make PB). But I must say, I am very glad I am in a peanut producing culture because at least I get some protein from them and can never be sick of eating too many peanutst!!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Tabaski is to Muslims as Christmas is to Christians


Sheep lots are to Tabaski as Christmas tree lots are to Christmas

Tabaski (or Eid al-Adha) is one of the most important Islamic holidays when Muslims celebrate Abraham's willingness to sacrifice his son, Ishmael. Instead, Abraham slaughtered a sheep as a sacrifice to god. To commemorate this event, Senegalese kill sheep and eat the meat for the following few days.
A week prior to Tabaski I took a short trip to Thies and Dakar, not realizing the impact that Tabaski preparation has on Senegalese economy and daily routine. Fields on the side of the road that are typically empty were instead filled with Pulaar men and their herd of 20 or more sheep. Each man proudly stands next to their crop that they have tied together with a rope, making the sheep form a large, noisy circle. We passed by over ten of these 'lots', each with more sheep circles than the one before. Depending on the size, a sheep can go from 30 USD to over 300 USD. The bigger the sheep you buy, like bigger the tree, the more impressive and successful you appear to be.
I was taking a 'mini bus' back to my village, when we stopped to load on one of the passenger's cargo. And lo and behold, it was about 25 sheep that were loaded onto the top of the car and stuffed underneath our feet. At one point, to the chagrin of the owner, one of the badly tied sheep fell off the top. He survived. As I descended the car, I realized that I was covered in sheep hair. Lovely.

Chopping down Christmas trees are to Christmas as slaughtering sheep is to Tabaski

The morning of Tabaski I awoke to the sound of a beating drum, summoning the call to prayer. I dressed quickly as I did not want to miss any of the exciting events. I soon discovered that the only real thrilling thing that happens on Tabaski (like many big holidays) is cooking and eating. After helping cut onions for over an hour, I saw the men sharpening knives and knew what it meant. The killing had commenced!
In less than 10 minutes there were 7 dead sheep with their necks sliced open and blood splattering the dirt. The boys and men worked together to saw away at the sheep, placing meat pieces on random scraps of metal. The meat was the distributed to the woman to cook different parts in different shifts throughout the day. (oh and of course all this meat just sits out for the next two days with flies and other insects crawling on it. Everyone touches the raw meat and then eats without washing their hands. Needless to say my stomach was not very happy for the following few days.) I saw more meat consumed on this day than I have the entire time I have been in my village combined. 
The important female elders feasting over a massive bowl of meat

Going to the market is to Tabaski as going to the mall is to Black Friday

The other major aspect of Tabaski is getting new clothing. The only time for the entire year that most people get new clothing is for Tabaski. Most children received two new outfits, a pair of new shoes and new jewelery. In addition, all the girls had their hair done in fancy up-does, with yarn or hair extensions that go down their backs. Even a week prior to Tabaski, going to the market is insane, everyone is fighting over articles of clothing, bargaining for jewelery and trying to find the correct size of shoes. I was not brave enough to fight through the crowds and decided to buy bananas outside of the zoo rather than venture in.
My 6 year-old sister was so excited to put on her new outfit that before she even showered on Tabaski morning she demanded to put on her skirt-shirt combo. Sadly, the top was too small to fit over her head and after 5 of us tried to pull it over her, we gave up and the outfit was put on the 8 month old baby. So cute.



Baby Ami is wearing the oversized/undersized outfit, held by Naye.


The climax is to Tabaski as the climax is NOT to New Years

Bintu all dressed up, ready to go!
Unlike the kids, I was less excited to put on my outfit that I had gotten sewn for my Swearing in Ceremony. As pretty as it is, it is so hot and uncomfortable so I kept pushing it off until my mother wore her new outfit. 
After lunch she said she would not put it on until the next day when all the woman go to greet other families and surrounding villages. I too decided to put it off until morning. 
So the next day, I bravely put on my complet and prepared myself for an exhausting day of greetings. After gathering together with over 40 woman, all dressed in their new, fancy outfits, showing off their embroidery and new necklaces, we set out. On the short walk to Dialacotto I got many shouts from impressed villagers and had several head scarves thrown at my feet. (This means that my outfit was fancy and I was supposed to throw money onto it.) 
We arrived at a compound I had never been before and all 40 of us stuffed ourselves into their little room where an elderly, possibly blind woman, was sitting. After several rounds of greetings and prayers for the coming year we got up and left. I thought to myself, well that is not bad, went by fairly quickly. How many more people will we greet? I soon learned that that was it. We were headed back home. I could not believe it! We all got dressed up for that! All of you have been preparing for months for that! To greet one lady and then go home! 
I took off my already sweaty complet after having worn it for less than two hours. What an odd, uneventful event.

Saturday, November 3, 2012


Thanks to all of the amazing people who have sent me goodies, food, love, and letters! This is the corner of my room where I put up all of my letters! I look at them everyday and think of all of you! Thank you!

 I am sorry that it has been so long since my last post! Once again, time just goes by and before I know it- its November!! Since my last post many, (but really very few) things have happened. The most exciting of which is that two monitor lizards dug a hole through the outside of my latrine and into the pit and were living there. Google monitor lizards. They are disgusting. Too much info? Sorry.
My health hut has been functioning successfully and I hang out there most days. My baby sister no longer cries when she looks at my white skin so I now carry her everywhere on my back. I joke that I will also carry her to the States although who knows if its a joke.... ;)
 The corn is ready which allowed us to have delicious snacks of burned corn for a few weeks. Okra is also in season and I spend many hours carefully slicing buckets okra into tiny pieces with one of my mothers. It is then dried, pounded, sifted and cooked with peanut water. Cooking here has a few more steps than in the states...
Halloween passed by for all of you, and i had an even more important holiday that involved  killing many sheep....