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Monday, August 25, 2008

Rainy Monday

My Mayor's Office (when it didn't rain)


At the time of writing, I am sitting in a one-room mudbrick building in the concession of Bitinkodji’s Secretary General. I am superfrustrated that I don’t know Zarma fluently. DARN I wish I new Zarma fluently this minute so that I could understand what people were saying and could get to work in installing some sense of civic duty and personal ownership in the villagers. The Secretary General is a lovely man and will henceforth be my official counterpart. If he knew of my frustration he would smile and tell me to ‘have patience’. In fact, that’s what any Nigerien would say. Things take tiiiiiiiiiiime and before I can actually do any work, people need to know and trust me. That takes even more time. People in Sagafondo are far worse off than people in Hamdallaye. Whereas in Hamdallaye malnutrition seems to be the biggest problem, starvation is very real here and disease is everywhere. My counterpart’s wife is a nurse but since Sagafondo does not have a health facility she travels 10 km to the neighboring village everyday to work but if it rains, as it did all morning today the road floods and she can’t go. Where in earth do you begin development work with the current state of things. Maybe it’s good that I don’t know the language because if I did I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from going around telling people to get a grip. Illiterate parents don’t send their children to school because they don’t see the immediate need. People don’t pay taxes because they don’t see the benefits of doing so. Before I even start thinking about how to remedy any of that, I need to be able to talk to people and they need to trust me.

When I arrived for live-in on Sunday I learned that I have a house but that it wasn’t nearly up to Peace Corps’ standards and that is why I am living with my counterpart’s family for now and inshallah, (if God so wills) I will be able to move all my stuff into my own house and concession by the end of the week. Quite incredible that once I get back from Live-In we only have two more weeks of training. CRAZY!!


Sand Dunes in Bitinkodji





Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Stating the Obvious

Today was market day and on my way back I ran in to a few ladies and exchanged the regular greetings of ‘how are you, your family, your house, your dog, your health, your day, your last two years’? Then I had my first full conversation in Zarma of which I understood everything. It proceeded something like:
Them: “You’re wearing earrings”,
Me: “Yes I’m wearing earrings”,
“Three of them”,
“yes three of them”
“Your bag matches your dress”,
“ Yes my bag matches my dress, is it good?”,
“yes it is good. Give it to me!”,
” No, I need my bag, I can’t give it to you, I’ve got to go now, see you later!”
“Bye”
The good news is that I never have to worry about not having things to say because Nigeriens state the obvious all the time. Exclaiming with surprise that the sun is shining is just as normal as asking someone if the think it’s going to rain tomorrow. The bad news, as was evident in the second half of my brief, post-market conversation is that I’m going to have to spend two years refusing to give people all my stuff. As a white person I am automatically stamped with three labels: 1. Rich 2. Fluent in French and 3. There to give them stuff. For all the good work that NGO’s do they certainly have made Peace Corps job hard because Nigeriens expect annasaras, or white people, to give them things for free. Hopefully after a while in my village, people will understand that I won’t give them things and maybe they’ll stop asking. Maybe.

Market Pictures


Electronics

Grocery - i.e. grains (millet, corn, sorghum)


Sunday, August 17, 2008

concession life

Thanks to a wonderful boyfriend I am happy to present this picture of what my hamdallye concession looks like

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Site location

Sagafonda, Bitinkodji. That’s where I’m going. Totally not where I originally wanted to be but I am certain that I’ll come to love it over time. It is only 25 kilometres from Niamey which means accessing internet and hosting visitors will be quite easy. I was a little worried at first thinking that I wasn’t going to get “the real” Peace Corps Experience being so close to the capital. I didn’t have to worry. The mayors office in Sagafondo does not have electricity and neither does my house. There is cellphone reception but that’s pretty much it. Sending text messages will therefore be the fastest way to get a hold of me. Sagafonda is the name of the village. It has a population of 5000 and is the largest of 17 villages in the Commune of Bitinkodji that has a total population of 23 000. This is just about all I know at this point. My house has two rooms and is really close to the mayor’s office. Beginning August 24 we will go on a week long site visit and at that point I’ll be able to say more.




Me and My Mayor: Abdou Boreima

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Ain't no Walk In The Park

Life in Africa wouldn't be easy. I knew that before joining the Peace Corps. Immersing yourself in another culture is never easy but everyone kept saying that this was going to be so hard and I nodded in agreement. Still, it did not fully register because after all, twice already, I have moved to a new country, made friends with locals and learned their way of life. After a month in Niger I can say with confidence that none of those experiences will compare to the challenges that I am and will have to face here in Niger. This post will shed some light on what I’ve learned after one month in country but also identify the simple pleasures that keep me from breaking down.

The greatest challenge is culture. It really is an overused word in many ways because it doesn’t have a clearly defined meaning or rather; its meaning is too broad. I will use it to describe three main aspects of life in Niger and how these aspects pose a significant hurdle that needs to be climbed or circumvented in some way before I can actually start considering Niger my home. These aspects are gender roles, religion and humor.

Gender Roles are extremely clearly defined in Niger. Men and Women are expected to perform completely different tasks and should not cross those borders. Women in the house, men on the field or busy conducting other income generating activities. Men control the money and thus the household. The gender roles go beyond work though and that is when things get really tricky. As a woman there are a million subtle norms on how to talk to men including a bunch of topics that are off limit. Touching a man is considered extremely suggestive even if it is just a hand on an arm as you’re making a joke. We should never allow a man into our concession, night or day and should never go anywhere with a man after dark even if it is work related. This may not seem like a big deal; just avoid men and things will be fine. Well given that all leaders, political, business and otherwise are men this is very hard since most people we work with will be men. In addition men are more likely to be literate and have education which will generally make them more interesting conversation partners since women’s conversation is limited to the immediate whereabouts of the village. I must admit that this is not a well tested statement but I was asked to provide an account for how I think being a women will impact my service in an extremely man dominated society and this is my understanding thus far. It may very well change once I get to post and get to know more women my age. The thing is, most women my age are already married with at least a few children who will make finding common ground hard, or so I imagine. Still, I am glad to be a female Peace Corps Volunteer because my understanding is that male volunteers have an even harder time bridging the gender gap since talking to married women is off limits unless their husbands are present which of course can limit what can and cannot be said. Unmarried women are also mostly off limits since any serious conversation would be viewed as a coming on with the intent of marriage. At least as a female volunteer, our foreign status gives us the ability to talk to men (in public) on a different level than a Nigerien woman would almost to the point of night and day. A perfect example is from demystification weekend when we went and had dinner with the school director. It was accepted in her village because they worked together but our Demyster; Liz, explained that the Director had once told her that there were only two women that had ever had dinner with him since childhood; his wife and Liz. It just wasn’t done. When Liz asked why it was alright for her to come, the Director explained that it was different with her. She was educated; and Annasara.

It is important to understand that gender roles are SUBTLE. At first glance it would appear that men and women have equal status, and in a way they do. Women are free to say whatever they want and generally go wherever they want whenever they want. I know that men are valued more only because of what I’ve heard, not because of what I’ve seen. There is plenty more to learn but because I will always be on the outside, not quite the social status of women but certainly not as men, it will most definitely be the greatest challenge to determine what the system is and where I fit in.

A final point links to the next big challenge; religion. Polygamy is completely accepted in Niger since Islam allows a man to take up to four wives “as long as he can provide equally for all of them”. In reality this isn’t always the case. More on that when I actually get to know a polygamous family and can report more on the details of how that impacts the family dynamics and gender roles between husband and his wives but also between the wives.

Nigeriens are predominantly Muslim (98%). They follow the pillars of belief on Allah as the one deity, prayer 5 times a day, Ramadan, alms to the poor and the pilgrimage to Mecca (even though most people can’t afford the last). That being said, people do not let religion interfere with business or politics. As I understand it Niger is and has always been a secular country which means that there is little chance for conflict based on religious divides. The biggest issue I see with Islam is that people use it as an excuse not to seek medical assistance for themselves or their children because Allah will determine when and where you die no matter what you do. The school Director at demyst who mind you is highly educated man said about his smoking when I commented on it: “God will decide when it’s time to die”. At least alcohol use is never an issue since Nigeriens holds alcohol and drugs as strong cultural taboos.

A final challenge at this point lies in understanding Nigerien humor. They joke all the time and it’s almost impossible to discern when they are serious and when they are joking. In addition, jokes can be extremely, even at my limited language ability. Yesterday for the first time, I had to lock myself up in my private concession for a few hours just because I got tired of listening to my host sisters repeat everything I said and then laughing out loud. I know people often insult each other as jokes and although I am perfectly aware of this it is going to take some serious effort and time to get used to. Nigeriens laugh all the time at each other and themselves and I really hope that I will grow a thick skin fast so that I can take part in this instead of feeling hurt when they laugh at instead of encouraging my attempts to learn their language.

Still, there are many highlights with my life in Niger thus far. Small things that I have never experienced before and might never enjoy again. Here follows a list of such treats:

- Taking a bucket bath at dusk after a hot day which means sitting on a small stool with a bucket of semi-warm water (getting warm in the sun), a bar of soap and pouring cups of water to wash away the sand and dirt that gets into everything. All this as the sun is setting

- Heading to the market in the morning means greeting at least 10 people on the short walk, most of whom know my name at this point and give me big encouraging smiles as they wish me a good morning. While at the market I exchange greeting s with the sales people since I buy the same thing every morning and am slowly becoming on familiar terms with Fati who sells Fari Masa and Daoda who makes my coffee.

- Talking to the language instructors in between classes can a lot of times lead to laughter since they understand where we are coming from and have no problem pointing out and ridiculing the peculiarities of their own language and culture and how it compares to western culture.

- Sitting on a mat last Sunday doing macramé with strings I brought from the US while my host sisters braided my hair in well over twenty tiny braids. This took over two hours to do and I enjoyed every moment of it.

- Lying in bed after dinner, looking at the moon and Mars. Never have I been so conscious of the moon’s travel across the sky. I can tell it’s bedtime by where the moon stands in the sky. I wish I remembered the constellations from Astronomy class but I have a feeling the ones in Africa’s sky are different from the ones in the Boston sky.

- At night is also when Teri and I share a debriefing of the day. We discuss our worries about site announcement, we gossip about other volunteers and the staff and we get to know each other. I hope we get placed close to each other so that we can easily keep in touch.

Speaking of site announcements, they happen TOMORROW! Thursday August 14 is when I learn what my home will be for the next two years. Next blog entry will include all the details I can get about my assignment.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

A Busy PCT (Peace Corps Trainee)

Another week has gone by and I have now been in the Peace Corps a full month. If I can keep up the blog entries to once a week, I shall have to be content since that is more journal writing than I’ve done in years! As you know, I didn’t get the blogs posted last week since there was no way to upload the blog since the internet café was closed and I couldn’t do it through my ipod touch. I did, however get a cell phone. Please feel free to call me at any time since I am still desperate for communication with family and friends even though I am starting to develop friendships here, Teri being the best potential. I don’t want to publish the number online but check my Facebook profile for it or ask someone in my family.

Tuesday of this week we had the most exciting session of any thus far; Introduction to PACA. PACA stands for Participatory Analysis for Community Action and is a standardized approach for community development that focuses on involving the community members in the planning, execution and follow-up of community development projects. Quite remarkable in how it’s used by PCVs to get community members excited about their own development but more importantly giving them a sense of ownership of these projects so that it doesn’t become another situation where rich white people come in and give them stuff because a lot of times that is what they have come to except from Western NGO’s and so called “Development efforts”. PACA is going to become extremely useful in the field because it will allow us to be facilitators for change without dictating what that change should be and how it should be done. So many development projects fail because the facilitators, although well intentioned, they don’t take the time to involve the community in what they do. Even though they may respond t specific needs, without ownership, a community will never fully appreciate the value of the development initiative and it will be wasted. As an example is the well that was built by an NGO, used a little but left untouched when it broke because the villagers did not consider it ‘their’ well. Then of course there are cultural differences that often go unbeknownst, even to Nigerien development facilitators . An example of this is the emergency food program that so often gives food relief to malnourished children and to people with malaria. The food given is often a high-calorie pompinut biscuit that is said to work miracles in terms of returning the body to a healthy state. Well biscuits are often considered children’s food so the food program evaluators found that the malaria stricken adults would sell their biscuits or give them to kids.

Yesterday (Wednesday) we had our first Journee en Ville which is a technical trip set to expose the trainees to more details of what work might actually be like. We visited a current MCD near Niamey and listened to her mayor give a presentation about the work of his office and the relations to the traditional village chiefs. Essentially what happened with Decentralization in Niger is that the central government divided the country into 256 communes where the local population elected a council who in turn selected a mayor from among themselves. This is all good in theory but a lot of times there can be tension between the system of traditional village and regional chiefs since a lot of the mayoree’s tasks were previously conducted by the traditional chiefs. In addition, the system of decentralization is so new that many times the people in the communes as well as the mayor himself are often unsure about the exact role they are supposed to play. Thirdly, the Central Government seems to have done little but set up the mayorees and haven’t been to active in providing additional support, financial or otherwise. Finally the severe lack of resources due to a lack of standardized tax collection system means that the mayorees only have the means to execute a fraction of what their budgets propose. There was supposed to be an election to elect new councils in 2008 but that will not happen. As you probably get form this description, the system of decentralization in Niger is far from our idea of a local government and there will be plenty of opportunities to work on my patience building once I get to post.

After visiting with the mayor we went to a local school and witnessed a presentation by the newly formed student government. An education volunteer had helped set it up and it was amazing to see the dedication in the kids talking about the minister for sports organizing a school soccer tournament and the minister for health organizing a malaria awareness campaign. A lot of MCDs are interested in setting up student government and given the success of the one we witnessed yesterday I am certain it could very well be done.

The one thing I keep reminding myself though is not to set to definitely plans before I become integrated into my village because what can be done will depend so heavily on the motivations and aspirations of the villagers and my counterpart. My counterpart will be a local villager that is connected to the Mayoree in some way and will act as a link between me and the villagers. Having a motivated counterpart can apparently make or break your Peace Corps experience so I really hope I get one with a lot of kokeri (i.e. effort or motivation).

Today we had the first of two possibilities to pass the required language proficiency level. I spoke Zarma fairly fluently but know that I stumbled a couple times and am not at all certain I reached intermediate mid even though I am definitely above the novice level. We also had site interviews which means there is nothing to do but wait for one more week because on August 14 we will learn our permanent site placements and I can start conceptualizing where my home will be for the two years of my Peace Corps Service. Yesterday was the midpoint of PST and from now it is downhill until Swear-In on September 12.

If you’ve gotten to this point of my blog you’ve done well. It came out to 8 pages in a Word Document and I’m sure it took you a while to get through it all. Please leave a comment and please let me know if you have questions so that I can include it in my next blog entry that should be posted with more frequency since I can now go to Niamey every week.