Thursday, September 09, 2010

Bittersweet

Saturday I will be saying goodbye to my life in Grayling and moving to Wisconsin to take my TESL certification course. The class is 5 weeks long and I will be gone for no longer than 6 weeks, but moving from Grayling marks the end of a period in my life.

I will go from living with my wonderful parents and brother (and cat) to being on my own again. I've only lived here for 9 months, but it feels like forever. I don't know if there will be a period in my life where I will live in Grayling for this long again. I have come to consider myself a resident of this town and not just a visitor.

Things I will miss about Grayling:
  • Living with my parents - fun, relaxed people, no rent, no bills, no grocery expenses. There's always someone willing to join me on adventures and to offer support when I need it.
  • My friends - George and Lorna, my homegirl Liz, the Peace Group, drum circle, bank and K-Mart friends and customers, etc.
  • The beauty of the area - tall pine trees, "natural" rivers (i.e. log-filled and impossible-to-get-through), crystal clear lakes, rugged bike and walking trails, Hartwick Pines.
  • The lack of retail development - you really feel like you need less when there's less to buy.
  • My darling sweetheart Juan who's stolen my heart these last couple of weeks. I will miss his beautiful smile, great sense of humor, and firecracker personality.
But small-town living ain't all it's cracked up to be. I guess unless you have a family, there isn't much here for entertainment. There's certainly a lack of non-alcoholic venues where you can meet other people, unless you count flirting with someone in the produce aisle at Glen's. I'm pretty excited to meet like-minded liberal free-thinkers in Madison, attend university events, buy ethnic groceries and cook for myself, and ride my bike for transportation.

Hello, Madison! Goodbye, Grayling!

Monday, September 06, 2010

News from the village

I just talked to my friend Issoufou, from Niger, for about 30 minutes. It was so great, it was like we had just seen each other yesterday when it's actually been over nine months.

We used to talk a lot, back when he had a cell phone. But he sold it to buy food for his family, so I would call other people in the village but wouldn't get a chance to chat with him. Now times are looking up and he bought another cell phone and was able to call me. I was out of town and my mom answered the phone. She used my Hausa-English cheat-sheet we keep by the phone to say, "Zeina is not here. Who is this?" Her Hausa's improving because this time Issoufou didn't have to correct her on her pronunciation. :)

Issoufou is doing well. Actually, the whole village is doing well. They got plenty of rain for their crops and didn't experience any flooding like other villages. That was a relief to hear because I keep hearing on the news about the famine in Niger, followed by flooding that swept away people's houses and ruined their fields. I was glad to hear that Korap wasn't affected by this. I was also happy to hear that other villages nearby who had had problems received food assistance from the government. Thank you, Niger government, for not forgetting the villages.

Other good news - his wife, Omeima, successfully gave birth to their baby daughter, Mariam. She and the baby are both doing well, but she asked me to send her some warm clothes for their daughter for the upcoming cold season. I spoke to Issoufou's mom, and when I asked her if she carries the baby around she said, "No way! She's too white for me to carry around." (some babies are very light-skinned until they get older.) Then I asked her if the baby has a nose (another thing they joke about, not liking a baby because it doesn't have a nose), and she goes, "no, she does not have a nose!" Ha ha. It was great having this sort of banter again.

Then Issoufou shared with me the story of Idi Buzu and his cell phone. He lost it somewhere, probably in the city nearby (Konni). A few days later he called his number and spoke to the person who had his phone. He told the guy, "hey, this is my phone you have. Can I get it back from you?" and the guy was like, "yeah, where do you live?" So Idi tells him, and the guy is in this village about an hour east of ours. So the guy promises Idi that he'll somehow return the phone. Issoufou relayed that they're skeptical the guy will actually return it, but we will see what happens.

Some bad news - this girl, Suyeba, had a baby but passed away during childbirth. Issoufou said the baby's doing okay and other women are looking after it. He mentioned that it's because she had two babies close together, like only a year apart, and it's not good to do that. The woman's body needs time to rest between births. I'm just glad that's common knowledge - now if only people would follow that advice and start using birth control to space out their childbirths. And if only pregnant women didn't fast for Ramadan. And if only there were enough food to feed all these children...

I gotta call a couple more people, especially on thursday when they celebrate Id al Fitr, the festival marking the end of Ramadan.

Oh, and finally, Issoufou asked about Mandy and how she's doing. I said she's doing well, living with her fiance and working and stuff. Then he goes, "what about you? when are you going to find a husband?" and I said, "I met someone and we hung out the other day. I really like him, and we'll see where it goes." And he goes, "what's his name?" so I told him (translated into the Hausa version of his name, Yahaya), and he goes, "I will be praying for you and Yahaya to make it." It was so sweet it brought tears to my eyes.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Africa Fest

On August 21st, my mom and I attended Africa Fest in Madison, Wisconsin, hosted by the African Association of Madison.

I had been to Africa Fest once previously, back in 2007. I remember having a ball seeing African dancers, hearing wonderful music, and hanging out with friends. It was the first time I'd seen Djam's portfolio and realized what a talented artist he is.

Djam spent most of the day in his booth trying to sell drums.


His cousin, Aggo, is one of the event organizers.


There were tents with exhibits displaying items from different cultures. In the North Africa area, my mom got henna done.


There were some foods for people to sample, too. I was really excited to taste tiger nuts again. And I had some delicious yogurt mixed with couscous and a little sugar.

Tiger Nuts - they're crunchy and kind of taste like coconut.


I saw some cool shops with imported African goods. I recognized a few things. My mom tried bartering with a Gambian shop-owner for some perfume. It was $5 for a little tube, and I told her she should try offering $10 for 3. When she tried bartering, the guy told her no, then proceeded to ignore her. She would have paid the $5, but he wouldn't talk to her any more, so she walked away.


There were a lot of great music and dancing acts. These people invited kids to join them onstage.


My favorite act was this Igbo group performing a New Yam Festival dance.


Tani Diakite excited us with his beautiful Malian music.


The group WADOMA was awesome and had lots of drummers and dancers.


And this group played Moroccan music, interpreted by a beautiful belly dancer.


Mom and I made a new friend - Kofi, one of Djam's friend's kids. He is such a sweet little guy!


I didn't meet a single Nigerien person there, though I did find one guy who spoke Hausa and got a picture with the Niger flag.


Afterwards, mom, Djam and I went out for pizza. Mom and I split a pitcher of beer and got a little loopy before heading back to our hotel for the night. Overall, Africa Fest was a great time and I can't wait to go again next year.