Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Procrastinating

I'm applying for this Peace Corps job and it requires writing a few short essays. Can you believe it? I finished one but still have four to go. It's so grueling.

Yesterday and today my spirits are lifted. I think I need to get out and get some exercise but it's really hard motivating myself to go out in the snow when I'm used to a nice, warm climate. Today I will once again look for my snow pants. That will be the first step.

Last night I made macaroons and they turned out kind of bad. I couldn't get them unstuck from the parchment paper in once piece and finally just demolished them, then wadded the coconut pieces up into little balls.

A picture of cute Arab kids in eastern Niger:


Last night's dinner: Bleu cheese- and garlic-stuffed hamburgers (my dad's been hinting about it for days) with homemade hashbrowns.
Tonight's dinner: Spaghetti with tomato sauce and garlic bread.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Readjusting to life in the U.S.

It's really kind of weird being back here and becoming an American again. It's hard to put my finger on what makes it so different, but a few things are difficult for me.

It's hard using the computer for extended periods of time. It's hard writing in this blog. I don't want to check my email. And it's extremely hard to leave the house- I am practically a hermit. Though it's hard to say if that problem stems from culture shock or fear of the climate.

I'm feeling discouraged about finding a career. I read job descriptions and feel I don't have the skills and experience they want. Being in Africa for two years makes me feel like I have a very limited skill set - Hausa language, schmoozing with people, adjusting to a new culture, showing people how to plant trees. What can that get me in the United States? And I really don't want to return to my former career in the wood science industry. I'd rather work somewhere where you say, "you want fries with that?" I'm also weary of working in an office; maybe I'm traumatized because the last-and only-office job I had did not work for me.

I wanted to go into the cake-baking business but when I look at job descriptions for that I feel I don't have the experience they're looking for - making chiffons and using fondant and ganache. Yeah, I can bake and decorate cakes, but I'm no pro. I need more experience.

But there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I have Peace Corps health insurance for 13 months. My parents are making my student loan payment until I can get back on my feet. And I don't have to pay rent or buy groceries, so I'm at low overhead. And I can live anywhere. So here's what I'm going to do:
  • Bake one complicated (egg-leavened rather than using baking soda or powder) cake per week and decorate with icing.
  • Continue to surf the internet and get career ideas.
  • Turn in my resume to Peace Corps so I can maybe get a recruiter job.
  • Look into working with Hausa immigrants in the U.S.
I'm just not feeling very confident right now. I think I'm in a bit of a funk. It doesn't help that I got my Peace Corps readjustment allowance and it was about what I made in 1 month at my old job. I lost half the money to taxes and health insurance costs. Yuck!

Oh well. Tomorrow's a different day.

Friday, December 11, 2009

What I've been up to (in the states)

I've actually been keeping really busy.
  • I get up around 10-11 am and go to bed at midnight. Lots of sleeping!
  • I make dinner for my family about 5 nights/week. On that note, I was shocked at how much meat people here eat, so I'm trying to lower my family's meat consumption.
  • Working on my resume. Ugh.
  • Being really poor - Peace Corps should be sending my readjustment allowance soon (I hope).
  • Straightening out my student loans. My parents weren't able to defer them this year so I had to make some calls.
  • Buying and wrapping Christmas gifts.
  • Hanging out with my brother Tom. At 6'4" he's a gentle giant who is learning to play guitar, has a green belt in karate, is involved in Boy Scouts, moves all the snow in the driveway, and fills the wood stove. And ladies, he's single!
Here's what I've been cooking (Tom keeps me company and practices his guitar for me):
  • Oven-roasted pork spare ribs with garlic mashed potatoes
  • Meatloaf with baked potatoes
  • Bean enchiladas (my dad's like, "these burritos are good!")
  • Vegetable stir-fry with chicken and curry sauce. I made noodles to go with it because I'm kind of sick of rice.
  • Tonight, bean soup with sausage and potato.
And here's what I've been baking:
  • My first attempt at a Swiss roll - a rolled-up chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting (it kind of cracked so will have to try again soon)
  • Really strong rum cake
  • Refrigerator cookies (kind of like sugar cookies)
  • Chocolate chip-oatmeal cookies
This weekend I'm making boeuf bourguignon for my parents' book club Christmas party. And when I run out of things to do, I have a million sewing projects I can do.

Now I need to stop procrastinating and get to work on that resume!

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Adventures with Buddy the Camel - Part 2

Part 2 - The Market

We left off with my friends Issoufou and Idi Buzu joining me on my camel shopping trip. I brought them because a) they are my friends, and b) to ensure I got a fair price on the camel.

We went to the Badaguichiri market, about 50 miles from my village. Market day, thursday, was hot. The market was crowded. Everywhere we went people called out to us, "butourre," or "anasara." (both mean "white person.") Badaguichiri is known for its big animal market, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see why - there had to be about a thousand animals there - goats, sheep, cattle, and of course, camels. You know how they say camels spit? I think they get all foamy-mouthed first, like this guy, and it drips on the ground:


(I stole this photo from my friend Nick)

And, from my experiences with Buddy, they get foamy-mouthed to show off their masculinity, like when there are female camels in the area.

Nick and I walked around looking at camels and goats and marveling at their behavior. I personally like petting baby animals because they have the softest fur.

Anyhow, when Issoufou and Idi Buzu found Buddy, he was on the ground in the crouching position. They asked the seller his beginning price, and since it was reasonable, they found me and brought me over. I petted Buddy and saw how calm he was. And his fur was nice and soft. I walked away but tried to remain in the area so that they could do the negotiations without it seeming like I was doing the buying - when the seller made an offer, Issoufou would walk over to where I was and ask my opinion, and I would respond with a counter offer. We finally settled on a price of about $550. By this time my friend Nichole, another PCV, joined the camel-buying party. I paid the $1 market tax and we led the camel out of the market area to do some talking and arrange transportation.

Well, all this time Idi Buzu was talking to one of his Tuareg buddies from his herding days. This guy was buying a bunch of camels and walking them back to his family's settlement, about 6km from our village. I paid him a few dollars to take Buddy with him, and in two days Idi Buzu and I would meet him and take Buddy home. I couldn't believe this guy was walking 50 miles in two days! Apparently that's normal for herders.

Two days later we went to the village near Idi's friend's house, where I saw Buddy. I was looking forward to riding him, but Idi and I rode a different camel home and merely led Buddy by a rope. It was cool all the same (but uncomfortable! I was riding behind the hump with no saddle, grabbing onto the hump fur for balance. My butt hurt and I thought I would fall off). Next I had to learn how to handle such a huge animal. Every day I would be tying him to his post and hobbling him without getting kicked, taking him to the well for water, and in the meantime trying to figure out how to ride him.

Buddy's first day at his new house.


Idi Buzu taking Buddy out for a test ride.

Friday, December 04, 2009

Adventures with Buddy the Camel - Part 1

I decided I wanted a camel when I first came to Niger in January, 2008. I heard about other volunteers having camels and thought it would be cool to ride one. I remember a group of us traveling to a village to see a work project and being offered camel rides by one villager. When my turn finally came, the sun was going down, and I fulfilled the prototypical African desert experience by riding the camel into the sunset. Granted, the ride only lasted about 5 minutes and the owner was walking along leading it, but I loved it and started considering buying my own camel.

I always liked seeing the camels in Niger. They are used as work animals, hauling bundles and bales of various materials from field to village, village to city. I like seeing their long necks and knobby legs. And of course, there is some romanticism in seeing nomads in the desert, riding on camels, and the possibility that I, too, could do that.

Nomads riding a camel at a festival up north

Grazing on some thorny acacia trees

A herd of camels in the bush


A mama camel with her baby


I was emailing a former colleague from Madison, WI telling her I was saving my money to buy a camel. To my surprise, she wrote me back saying a group of my colleagues heard the news and wanted to help me. They called it "The Camel Club" and began pooling their money together. I told my mother about it and she spread the word to friends and relatives. The money was sent by wire totaling about $650, plenty of funds to get a camel and food.

Ready to go camel shopping, I excitedly told my villagers my plans. They suggested waiting three months until December, when the camels come back from Northern Niger (camel herders take animals north after the rainy season so they can graze on salt-infused grass. The salt helps rid their intestines of parasites and replenishes their electrolytes). I was eager to get the camel but kept myself busy stocking up on food - about $150 worth of dried bean leaves. To haul the bean leaf bales I had to hire people with donkey carts and camels to bring it in from the fields. To keep the food safe from stray grazing animals, the bales were stacked on the roof of my little mud house and two millet-stalk raised shade structures. I actually had to get the second shade structure specially built to accommodate all the food, and my friend Issoufou and I sprinkled some sort of insecticide on all the surfaces to prevent termites from attacking the precious fodder.

My house, stacked with animal fodder


Next I had to think about how I was going to select a camel and buy it for a good price. Being a foreigner was not in my favor when it came to buying things. People assume that since you're from America/France/Germany, you are loaded with money and can afford to pay the ridiculous prices they quote. But Peace Corps volunteers don't get a lot of money, and since I speak the local language and barter for my goods, I consider myself more of a native than some French tourist. As integrated as I may feel, the seller would still see me as a rich white person, and I didn't want to mess around with talking the seller down from the "white person price" to the "real price." Plus, I've never owned a large animal in my life and have no experience working with large animals, so I needed help selecting a good, healthy camel. On top of that, I was advised by a fellow volunteer that if I get someone to help me buy the camel, to make sure it's someone I trust and who isn't talking with the seller on the sly, prearranging a sale in order to get a cut of the money.

I asked my close friends in the village who could help me buy the camel. My best friend, Issoufou, whom I would trust with my life, doesn't know much about camels, but he wanted to come for the adventure. For camel expertise, I was advised to talk to a guy named Idi Buzu ("Buzu" in Hausa means "Tuareg person." Tuaregs are traditionally nomadic camel herders in the Sahara.) Apparently Idi Buzu, who is about 24 years old now, lived with Tuaregs for 13 years while he was a kid. He learned to speak their language and herded camels for months at a time. Recently, however, he gave up the nomadic lifestyle to get married and settle down in the village. I consulted with a few people (including my other best friend, my neighbor Rabi) to see if he seemed to be an honest guy, and they said he did. Plus, if a villager were to double cross me, word would get around and he would be subjected to public humiliation. Seriously, a white person comes to Niger to live in a village, help people learn skills and earn money, and someone has the gall to cheat them? That's just bad karma (or, as my villagers would say, that person is just not afraid of Allah!)

My right-hand man, Issoufou


Idi Buzu


So it was determined that Idi Buzu and Issoufou would come camel shopping with me. I offered to pay all transportation and food costs, as well as give them per diem for whatever expenses they incurred on the way. We would travel to Badagishiri, a large village about 70km away, on wednesday, where we would stay the night with my friend Nick, a fellow volunteer, then check out the market thursday morning. Assuming we found a camel worth buying, we would load it into a bush taxi (large pickup truck) and ride with it to Konni, the town 18km from my village.

Idi Buzu and Issoufou


Stay tuned for the next installment to hear about how we found Buddy, how much he cost, and the unexpected way we got him back to my village.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009



I'm Back

Back from Niger after being kicked out due to potential terrorist activity. I came back monday night and already having new experiences.

Trying to adjust to life in the U.S. Actually, it's not as hard as I thought it would be, but it sometimes feels surreal. I can definitely see the differences in how Americans treat strangers, customers, and friends.

Yesterday we went to the convocation of the new bishop in Gaylord. It was amazing. There was an archbishop from Rome who came on behalf of the Pope, and 2 Cardinals showed up, as well as about 20 bishops and 50 priests. Lots of tradition and a great celebration. And how often do you get to see a priest go through the process of becoming a bishop?

On the plane I watched Julie and Julia. I was inspired to make beef bourgoignon and it turned out really well.

Tom and Blackie the cat have been keeping me company. It's weird how everything is the same.

When I get all my pictures loaded onto the computer I will post some and include some great information about my (almost) 2 years in Niger. It was amazing. It's hard to think about it really because my mind is overwhelmed with readjusting to life in America.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

letter from Crystal 09/20/08

Wow, thanks for your email! I'm so happy to hear that you and the Youth Group are interested in helping me with my camel project and learning about the work that I'm doing here in Niger.

I don't know what to say, there's just so much. So I guess I'll just start at the beginning. I've talked about joining the Peace Corps since I first learned about it in college. Before that I had always wanted to go to Africa but didn't know how to go about it. The application process was lengthy - I started applying in November of 2006 and finally received my assignment in September of 2007, then left for Niger in January of this year. I had to write essays, obtain letters of reference, hand in transcripts, and undergo two interviews, not to mention filling out the huge application online. Once I was accepted, I had to get medical and dental clearance and get boosters on my vaccines (yellow fever, measels, polio, diphtheria-tetanus). The medical people in Washington D.C. are very picky about the medical forms and sometimes I had to make multiple trips to the doctor's office to make sure everything was filled out correctly and all the signatures were there. After that I waited - and waited - for about 4 months before I was finally told where I'd be going and what sort of work I'd be doing. So let's just say the application process was long and required dedication.
>
January is part of "cold season" in Niger, so when I stepped off the plane (directly onto the tarmac) I wasn't shocked by the heat (not yet, anyway). I remember going into the airport and waiting in line to go through customs, and I had to go to the bathroom so I found a toilet nearby. However, there wasn't any toilet paper, or any paper towels of any kind, only a water bottle next to the toilet. I was like, "uh, how do I do this?" and just kind of splashed water on myself. Little did I know that I would get used to using my hand and water instead of toilet paper. Anyhow, there are no paper products here so whenever you wash your hands you let them air dry (which doesn't take long in this arid environment) and you blow your nose using the "snot rocket" method and your shirt. Good times!

From the airport in Niamey (the capital), we drove to Hamdallaye (pronounced "hum-da-lie," the Islamic/Arabic equivalent of "Hallelujah") the village where the Peace Corps training site is located. I remember looking out the window as we drove down the road, seeing clusters of people standing and sitting outside mud huts, naked children waving, and lots of trash - black and white plastic bags in huge piles, tangled in the trees and bushes, blowing across the road (now I know that that road goes through a "landfill" and most of the roads don't look that way - thank god!).
>
Training lasted about 10 weeks. We lived with a host family in the village and visited the training site monday-saturday, 8-5. The training was really intense. Our days were peppered with: Learning Hausa (or Zarma) Medical sessions where we were given vaccinations (rabies (x3), meningitis, hepatitis A and B (x3), typhoid) and learned about all the sorts of diseases and infections we can get here (malaria, schistomiasis, AIDS, amoebas/bacterial dysentary, skin infections, bites/stings, mental health and peer support, etc.)Nigerien and Islamic culture, Technical training (where I learned about working with trees and the natural environment to improve the quality of life for people)
> The training site overall was like a mini-America, compared to what came after it. We had three meals a day with meat, salad and fruit. There was running water, toilets, showers, electricity, and TV. The buildings were made with wood materials instead of the usual mud brick. People spoke english.

> We learned about what a Peace Corps Volunteer's job is. The Peace Corps has
> three basic goals:
> 1. To learn about other cultures
> 2. To teach people about our culture
> 3. To help people in some way or another through work
>
> My work as a Natural Resources Management volunteer is to show people how to
> use trees and other natural resources to improve their way of life. For
> example, we use agroforestry. If you have a field of millet, you can plant a
> nitrogen-fixing tree in your field and nitrogen (fertilizer) will permeate
> the soil and over time will improve the quality of the soil. Any tree of the
> Acacia species would be considered nitrogen-fixing. The trees are also good
> because grazing animals and birds will eat their leaves/seeds, and the
> animal's poop/pee further helps fertilize the soil. Niger is windy, and the
> wind can blow away the layer of top-soil in the fields, which is where the
> most nutrient-rich soil is. So a way to stop that from happening is to slow
> the wind down by planting a line of trees on the edge of the field to act as
> a windbreak. When people don't want animals grazing on their crops they can
> use thorny branches to make a fence to keep them out, or they can plant
> thorny trees along the edge of their fields. I help people by providing them
> with seeds and plastic pots to make a nursery, then they can plant the trees
> in their field. There's also a tree called Moringa that's a great source of
> nutrition - it only takes a few months to grow to its most beneficial size
> (breast height), and when you cut off the leaves and eat them, they taste
> like spinach. They are full of vitamin A and I think have protein, too. I
> try to educate people about these trees and with the women's group have
> planted about 160 for them to harvest and sell. The baobab tree is another
> tree whose leaves are really tasty and nutritious - people pound the dried
> leaves and use them to make a sauce, and it's my favorite sauce, it's so
> yummy. The government just built a school in my village, the first one ever
> (yay!), so I plan to work with the kids there to start a nursery and then
> sell the trees before planting season next year. This is a good way to
> educate the kids about planting trees and also teach them skills that could
> come in handy for making money when they are grown up. I was also trained in
> anti-erosion techniques and fixing erosion problems, but in my village that
> doesn't seem to be a problem. Also, I was trained to learn how to tap gum
> arabic, a very important tree. It's like maple trees where you tap the tree
> to get syrup, but with the gum arabic it produces a thick, gummy substance
> (hence its name). If people grow it and harvest the gum, it can be sold to
> an exporter, where it will then go on to the western world. Gum arabic is an
> important ingredient in Coca Cola, cosmetics, and candy, and the market for
> it is huge. If my villagers were able to sell it, they could make some good
> money. However, in order to get gum arabic you need a low water table, and
> my village area has a high water table, so we wouldn't be able to sell it.
> However, the tree is an Acacia with really nasty thorns so it would be good
> to plant anyway around their fields!
>
> Once training was over and I swore in as an official volunteer (March), I
> moved to my village east of Niamey near the town of Konni, right on the
> border of Nigeria. My village is called Korop, and it's a small,
> conservative bush village of about 400 people of the Hausa tribe and Fulani
> tribe. Hausa people are known for their trading, and even in my tiny village
> there are people selling wares such as carved tool handles, rope made with
> palm fronds, ladles and bowls made with dried out squash, beds made from
> millet stalks, and small foodstuffs like sugar, tea, salt, and sauce
> ingredients. Sometimes there are young girls selling cooked greens, fish and
> millet pate (or tuwo in Hausa) with sauce, depending on what's in season.
> The Fulani people as a whole are nomadic but in my village they stay pretty
> much year-round. They are known for their cattle, and herd cows during the
> day and trade milk with the Hausa people for millet to cook for themselves.
> There's a few butchers in my village, too, and about three times a week I
> see them selling delicious roasted meat - either cow, goat, or sheep.
>
> Beautification scarring and tattooing is abundant here. Women have scars
> that go out from the sides of their mouth in a triangular shape, or
> sometimes along the ridges of their cheekbones. It's often in intricate
> designs and is really very cool. Men often have a series of 5-6 lines going
from the corners of their mouth to their ears. Some people just have a
> couple of lines just beyond the corner of their eye. In the old days, people
> used scarring to distinguish what tribe they were in, but now it's just used
> for beautification purposes. The Fulani women in my village make the most
> beautiful, intricate beaded necklaces, chokers and earrings. Even the boys
> wear earrings, which is very uncommon here. Because of their Islam religion,
> women and teenage girls keep their heads covered with a brightly colored
> cloth. They make long wrap skirts with a big piece of fabric, and wear baggy
> tops that cover their shoulders and upper arms. I have been seeing women
> wearing long skirts for so long that if I read a magazine and see women in
> short skirts it's more noticeable than it was before. Of course the Peace
> Corps encourages volunteers to be culturally appropriate, so I wear long
> skirts and baggy t-shirts or tops. I usually wear a hat, though it's more
> because of the sun than to be culturally appropriate. Because I'm white and
> non-Muslim, it doesn't matter if I keep my head covered. The men wear normal
> clothes, though they're a little different from what we're used to in
> America. Many clothes here are from Goodwill or Japan/China, so you might
> see someone in a Green Bay Packers sweatshirt and really funky stonewashed
> bell-bottom jeans. I also see a lot of what looks like dress pants, and
> they're usually plaid. On friday, the big prayer day, if the men have a
> boubou they wear it. Basically it's a Muslim-style knee-length tunic worn
> over pants of the same material. There are also embroidered pillbox hats
> that are considered highly appropriate for prayer. The kids wear
> hand-me-downs. Sometimes just a pair of underwear, sometimes just a t-shirt.
> Once a kid is about 7 they start wearing pants/shorts/skirt. Often the
> clothes are rags, all torn up and faded. When my shirts get too worn out to
> wear I will give them to a kid, who I'm sure will get plenty of mileage out
> of them. Everyone wears cheap-o flip flops from China (the equivalent of
> 50-75 cents in US). My nice Chaco flipflops are often admired ("wow, these
> are strong! How much are they in America? That's a lot of money!")
> The people here are known for their sense of humor. I have so much fun
> chatting with my villagers - we talk and laugh and joke around. For example,
> my next door neighbor and I were wondering where my cat was, so she
> pretended she had a cell phone and held her hand up to her ear and pretended
> to call him. She was like, "Kitty Kitty, where are you? Crystal wants you to
> come home. Oh, you're in the bush with your girlfriend? Well, come home
> soon. Okay, see you later." If I go to the neighboring village (1 km away)
> and there are kids who've never seen a white person they often start crying
> and run and hide behind somebody. But people think it's funny to carry the
> kid over to where I'm standing just to make him cry more. I try not to take
> it personally that they're so scared of me. Despite being ridiculously poor
> and barely keeping themselves fed and clothed, the people of my village (and
> most likely the people of the whole country) are amazingly cool with how
> little they have. If I go to someone's house and they're eating food, they
> will offer me the largest portion and insist I eat it, even if the rest of
> them don't get as much. They can fix just about anything that we in America
> would throw away. At the beginning of rainy season, while this year's crops
> were still growing and everyone's granery was just about empty, all they ate
> (well, drank, rather) was fura, a millet drink of steamed millet dough
> stirred with sour milk and spices. That's it. They drank it because it uses
> very little millet and they can trade with the Fulanis for milk. Since they
> were also working in the fields, just about everyone lost weight. Now that
> the crops are grown, they are eating tome (millet roasted on the cob), tuwo
> (delicious millet pate) and lallame (a sweet, hot millet drink) and
> everyone's happy and hopefully regaining some weight.
>
> There are some definite differences between men and women here, culturally.
> I don't know if it's because of Islam or Nigerien culture or a combination
> thereof. The jobs of men and women are clearly divided - the women tend to
> the house, pound grains, cook food, raise children, and carry water from the
> well. The men are responsible for providing the family with food, retrieving
> the food from the granery, structural upkeep of the house and other
> structures, and providing their family with money. There is really no work
> here in Niger, so the majority of men in my village go to Nigeria or Ghana
> during the off-seasons to find work. I think they go for adventure as well
> as to find money. These men would probably never get a chance to live in a
> city, yet they get to spend a few months in Lagos or another large city in
> Nigeria and make their money selling firewood, meat, or doing street
> manicures/pedicures. They eat rich food (which to them is rice and pasta)
> and get to see something new for awhile, then bring back money for their
> family (including their parents), providing a cushion in case a child gets
> sick or they run out of food. On a personal level the differences can be
> more offensive to us Americans. As a woman some men refuse to shake my hand
> due to Muslim customs. When I did a demonstration the other day about making
> a compost pile, I was informed the men and women would have to come
> separately because they can not go to this sort of thing and stand together.
> The women in my village seem pretty shy about approaching groups of men, and
> I noticed men eat and socialize with other men and women eat and socialize
> with other women (however because I'm different I'm considered kind of
> androgynous and get to socialize and eat with everyone). I wanted to bring
> some women to the nearby town, Konni, for some work with a microfinance
> center (basically a bank for poor people), but the men in my village were
> not comfortable with their wives going there. I think maybe they want to
> keep them isolated so that they can't see how things are better in other
> areas, and maybe they're afraid their wives will run off with another man.
> Male volunteers can't visit the homes of men unless the man himself is home,
> so it is often hard for them to find a way to socialize with the women.
>
> I thought since you're a youth group you may want to learn a little about
> other religions. So I will tell you what I know about Islam, and what it
> means to my villagers.


> Muslims pray five times a day; at sunrise (about 6:30), noon (2:00),
> afternoon (4:00), dusk (around 7:00), and night (8:15). At each of these
> times the Iman will do the prayer call, which is sung in Arabic. In my
> village, since there's no electricity or generator, he just belts it out as
> loudly as possible. It pretty much translates to:
>
> God is most great. God is most great.
> God is most great. God is most great.
> I testify that there is no god except God.
> I testify that there is no god except God.
> I testify that Muhammad is the messenger of God.
> I testify that Muhammad is the messenger of God.
> Come to prayer! Come to prayer!
> Come to success (in this life and hereafter)! Come to success!
> God is most great. God is most great.
> There is no god except God.
>
> We learned about the 5 pillars of Islam during training. They are basically
> what every good Muslim should do:
> 1. Believe that there is only one god (I believe this was more imporant back
> in the day when people had animist/pagan beliefs and believed there were
> multiple gods)
> 2. Prayer
> 3. Giving to the poor
> 4. Fasting during Ramadan (actually occurring right now)
> 5. The pilgrimage to Mecca (Saudi Arabic), only if they are
> financially/physically able to


> Why these things are important:
> It is said that Mohammad is a prophet. Back in the day (the 4th century)
> Mohammad was approached by the angel Gabriel, who brought him the message of
> god. These conversations occurred for a period of time, and they were
> written down and now make up the Koran (the Islamic bible, basically). He
> spread the word about Islam but eventually he and his followers were told by
> God to migrate to evade persecution. For this reason he went from his home
> in Mecca (the holy city) to the city of Medina. Ramadan is a celebration of
> the first month during Gabriel visited Mohammad and takes place the 9th
> month of the year by the lunar calendar. During Ramadan, while the sun is
> up, Muslims are to abstain from:
> 1. Food
> 2. Water
> 3. Intimate relations
> It's hard. I don't even do it, though I can see that the hot Niger sun and
> hard work in the fields makes it difficult for people to do. Of course, the
> elderly, ill, pregnant/nursing women, etc. aren't required to do it and
> those who can make it up later in the year are encouraged to do so. It is
> meant as a means for self purification and for people to gain spiritual
> insight. Also, they are more able to sympathize with those who are hungry
> and will have greater appreciation for what they have. I may try it for a
> week next year, when I hopefully am more used to the climate here.
>
> A few other things: People always pray facing the direction of Mecca (east),
> and the praying involves a lot of standing, kneeling, and sitting (sounds
> familiar, right? ha ha!). The few people who know how to read and write
> write out text from the Koran in Arabic on wooden boards, since paper is
> expensive and rare. They also have a way of making ink using wood ash and
> sap from gum arabic. Conversations are very much speckled with references to
> God and Arabic words have pretty much found their way into the Hausa
> langauge. For example, if someone says they want something to happen ("I'm
> going to the market monday to sell my goat"), you answer with "Allah make it
> happen," as a way of saying you hope it happens and goes well. Whenever you
> enter the yard of someone's house, a store, or a crowd of people, you
> announce your arrival with "assalamu alaikum," which means "peace be with > you" in Arabic, and they will answer with "alaikum salam" which means
> something like "and peace to you." If you tell them something amazing, the
> answer could be "Allah sarki!" which means "God is chief!" If you're eating
> food and you're full, you say "Alhamdallalahi," which like "praise be to
> God" in Arabic (it's perfectly acceptable to belch at this point).
>
> I never mentioned the climate. It's hot. The sun is really, really strong,
> but the good thing is because it's so dry here if you go in the shade
> there's like a 20 degree temperature difference. Also the good thing about
> the heat and sun is that things dry really quickly - if I spill water on the
> floor in my house, it will disappear in 5 minutes. If it's a sunny day, my
> laundry will dry outside in an hour or less. If I wash things like flour,
> rice, beans, etc. and need to dry them out before storing, I can lay them
> out in the sun. Also it's a good way to dry fruits and vegetables, and they
> make a delicious sun-dried jerky here called kilishi. There are basically
> four seasons here:
> Hot season (120 degree days), April-July
> Rainy season, July to September
> Mini hot season, September to November
> Cold season (gets down to 50 at night!), November to March (really strong
> winds and very dusty)
> The hottest month is May, the rainiest (and most mosquito and therefore
> malaria-infested) month is August, and I've yet to see what the coldest
> month will be. Some areas of the country are hotter than others, and
> fortunately my village is nice and cool (in comparison). For example, during
> hot season some people don't even sleep on a mattress because it's so hot at
> night, but I was able to use mine and still survive. We also have to drink a
> LOT of water and for this reason Ramadan would be very difficult for me.

> My daily life: I get up around 8:00 from my millet stalk bed covered with a
> mosquito net. I go to the bathroom in my latrine (where you squat over a
> hole), then wash my face and hands. I take down my bed (it's outside and the
> sun will eventually ruin my stuff if I leave it out), drink water, and eat
> breakfast, which is either oatmeal with sugar and powdered milk or bread
> with peanut butter, if I happen to have bread. I leave my house and see my
> neighbors, my best friend Rabi, who is an amazing woman (will describe why
> in a bit) and my neighbors Ige and Isa, the old couple who take care of
> their deceased son's two daughters and whose other son, his wife, and their
> three kids live in their compound (very normal to live with your parents
> here). Around 10 someone comes over, usually young men, and they play cards
> or we listen to American music on my mp3 player with speakers, and when it's
> not Ramadan we sometimes drink tea. We chat, I ask them questions about
> Hausa or work or just Niger in general, sometimes they help me fix things in
> my house (for example, if my mud roof leaks they will climb up on it and fix
> it by hammering the mud back into place). Lately since it's rainy season
> I've been pulling weeds in the area of my larger compound. You have to pull
> weeds because they are home to mosquitos, and you don't want mosquitos
> infiltrating your house. Wow, that's back-breaking work that really makes
> you appreciate lawn mowers. I do laundry, wash dishes, put things away,
> sweep (using pieces of long grass tied together as a broom), etc. At noon I
> go inside my house and rest until 2, then I make my other meal of the day (a
> huge portion of rice with oil and salt, macaroni with oil and spices, or
> spaghetti with tomato sauce if I'm feeling motivated). I pay my neighbor to
> bring me water (the well is pretty far away and I'm too much of a wimp to
> make repeated trips that far carrying a heavy bucket on my head), so she
> usually brings it over in the afternoon. I then fill up my water filter and
> fill my bathing bucket so the water can warm in the sun. If I don't have
> work to do I'll sit in my house and read or just chill, since the afternoons
> are hot. In the evening before the 7:00 prayer I try to go out and see
> people, but sometimes I get distracted and don't make it. Then after the
> 7:00 prayer I hang out with the men outside the mosque (which is this area
> where the village store is and where people sell food) until the 8:15
> prayer. Then I bathe (using a bucket and a cup to dump water over myself),
> set up my bed and mosquito net, close my windows and put things inside if it
> looks like it might rain, and go to bed.
>
> Speaking of going to bed, it's getting late and I realize this email is
> HUGE, so I'm going to wrap things up. It's very sweet that you guys want to
> help us. It's difficult to say what would help my villagers the most,
> because their main concerns are staying fed, having a little money for
> emergencies, and keeping themselves clothed and healthy. One thing that I
> think would help is condoms. The birth rate in Niger is something like 8
> kids per woman, and the population is growing fast (food shortages now and
> in the future are a huge concern). Also, with the huge number of men working
> in Nigeria, a country with the second-largest population of AIDS in the
> world (I think), if those men are less than faithful to their wives, which I
> hear they are, and aren't safe about it, they could easily contract
> something. Another need would be medicine, and though they sell tylenol in
> my village, not everyone can afford it. And maybe antacids, since people are
> always complaining about having indigestion. Just a few suggestions, though
> I know they would be grateful for any sort of help. Photos of America, such
as people, animals, houses, towns, etc. are also very exciting (I try to
explain that the sheep in America are raised for their fur rather than for their meat, and they get a huge kick out of that).
>
I am looking forward to hearing from the students in your youth group! Any sort of questions they have or certain things they want to hear about, I'd be happy to help with. Take care, and tell Father Nalley hi for me!
>
> Crystal
> (aka Zeina, my Nigerien name)

greetings from niger

Monday, September 08, 2008

New info on Camel Club

Meeeooowww!

Hi mom and dad!

Check out the message below from JoAnn at FPL. I was so happy to see that this message was in the bulletin, I almost cried. Looks like progress is underway! From asking three different people I'm getting the impression that a female camel old enough to make babies would be about 225,000 CFA ($750). I know that's a lot of money. I'm sure I can save $250, the FPLers raised $260 as of the last bulletin announcement, so maybe you, my friends in Madison who don't work at FPL, and fellow G-towners and members of the fam could come up with the rest. If not, don't worry; it will just take a little extra time for me to save the money myself. My former colleague JT came up with the name Amber, for Madison's Capitol Brewery's famous "Amber" beer.

Speaking of names, my villagers were really excited to hear that you guys are (hopefully) coming in March. Some name ideas for you:
Aicha, Adamma, Zara, Hadiza, Medina. I personally like Medina.

Back to the camel - if you could get ahold of people in our family, let them know that if they want to make a contribution to the "Camel Club," they can send a check to:

Forest Products Lab Credit Union
re: Camel Club
1 Gifford Pinchot Dr.
Madison, WI 53726
608-231-9200

Yesterday marked the first day of Ramadan. It's got to be tough - no eating or drinking from sunup to sundown for the entire month. People look tired and thirsty.

Okay, hungry so going to go eat something. Take care!

Love,
Crystal

09/04/2008

Hi mom and dad!

I came to the hostel a few days ago because I was feeling nauseated for a few days. Any time I ate something, I felt like I would vomit afterwards. However, the doctor told me to take Phenegren and while it made me sleep all day yesterday I am back to normal again (yay!) and ate a ton of food to make up for being hungry for a few days. The problem was probably the fura I drank along with a small amount (one handful) of cooked greens in my village. Normally that stuff doesn't cause a problem, but amoebas run rampid during rainy season so that's probably what did it. No more fura and no more village food for me! (well, at least until rainy season's over)

Today I took a bush taxi up to Tahoua to go to the bank. Yes, we have to travel 120 km to go to the bank, it's crazy. But I look forward to going to a "bigger town" because there are certain groceries there we don't have in Konni (cheese, canned meat/fish, vanilla extract). The trip was pretty uneventful, though on the way back what should have been a 2-hour trip ended up taking 4 hours due to a flat tire, plenty of stops on the way to pick up passengers, plus the driver stopping and talking with people he knew.

Oh my god, I had the best breakfast today! I found dried blueberries in the hostel refrigerator and made some blueberry pancakes with bacon! It was amazing. Thanks again for the awesome bacon! Oh, and saw the soy sauce recipe below. Hmm.. will think about that one. Well, life in the bush can be pretty uneventful, so it may be a good experiment someday anyway.

Regarding the camel... Uncle Ron is the best! I will definitely write him a thank you note. Wow, with his contribution the search for camel money is just about over. They started a special account for the camel at the FPL Credit Union, so if you guys were to send the money there they could wire it all at once through Western Union. Make the check out to FPL Credit Union, with the memo regarding "Camel Club." I'm getting her at a market in a town near Tahoua, the heart of Tuareg land (they're the people who are known for their camels), so the question is once I buy her, how will I get her to Konni? I've seen camels in the back of bush taxis, so I suppose we could do that, and there's always the chance of riding her back, though that could take a few days. I will ask some Tuareg people for advice.

Other than that.. yeah, going to visit the microfinance bank tomorrow to ask some questions for my villagers. I hate going there because the guy always hits on me and asks me to marry him. Ugh. What would be a total faux pas in America is perfectly acceptable here in Niger, so the best I can do is say I don't want him and am tired of hearing him ask me. Also going to the vet office (okay, vet for cattle) to see about some worm medication for KittyKitty. I saw him poop the other day and there were squiggly little worms coming out of it; it was disgusting and I can't stop seeing an instant replay of it in my mind, so yeah, gotta get some meds for my little beastie. Saturday will head back to Korap to hang with the people.

Okay, take care! Tell Dad and Tom and Blackie hi for me!

Love,
Crystal

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Crystal's Camel

Ok, so it seems that Crystal is wanting to raise money to buy a camel for her village. She will use this camel to transport large/heavy items for her tree planting project, and if she is able to buy a female camel (they are more expensive) she will have it mate. Of course she will donate the camel to the village once she has finished her service with the PC.

My mom (Ruth) is collecting money for those that are interested in donating. She will send the money via Western Union. You can send a check or money to my mom:

Ruth Pilon
1175 AuSable Trail
Grayling, MI 49738

Thank you!

Friday, August 08, 2008

letter from Crystal 8/6/08

Hi mom and dad! How's it going? I got your second and third packages, the ones with the Hausa book (awesome!!) and delightful baking items in it, a couple weeks ago but haven't had a chance to email you 'til now. I don't make it to Konni very often and even when I'm here there's usually other people using the computer and also the power sucks. There were protests in Niamey with Nigerlac, the power company, because of all the power outages we've been having. Now a nice company in China will be in charge of providing us with power so maybe it will be more reliable (?). A new package from you just came in today, along with one from Aunt Sue and Uncle Ron, but I haven't opened either of them because I am saving it for tomorrow. I like to prolong the excitement. I got a letter from Grandma and a package from Uncle Dave and Aunt Sue (lots of chocolate! yum!) and also one from my friend Liz in Madison, so I am feeling the love big-time. Also my former colleagues at the Lab want to collect money to help me buy my camel. It's something like $300 so if you know anyone willing to make a contribution I plan to send the Lab ppl a list of email addresses to contact. It's just too hard for me to email a lot of people from here. We can't do multiple-recipient emails because the computer gets all jacked up or something, so it's just easier to do it from America.

I want to start a chicken coop (bird flu? what bird flu?) so am asking Joe and Mary to research it for me. I want eggs. Also want to make cheese so am going to ask former colleagues from lab to visit dairy school at the UW there in madison and see if they can collect info for me, and even the correct enzymes to make something like cheddar. :) I've made a compost pile in my yard, planted some beans (black-eyed peas to you), planted the awesome flower seeds you sent me, though they haven't come up yet, and would like to plant some tomatoes. I love my village, but have to admit there are times where I don't feel like hanging out with people or speaking in Hausa, and on those days it is best to do my own little projects.

My health is great. No bacteria now for something like 2 months! Yeah, baby. And no colds to speak of. Just bug bites and heat rash. I take some kind of steriod at night because the bites are so itchy I can't sleep (Aerius, I think it's Allegra tho am not sure).

Found some nail polish at the Peace Corps hostel in Konni (that's where I am using this computer) and put it on some of the girls and young women in my village. My friend Lamirra is this spunky, 17-year-old married girl who makes the best fura and gives really decorative henna. One day I am going to bring some "American" clothes to the village (tight jeans and a tank top) and have her put it on (in her house, of course) and then she will probably dance around and we will laugh about it.

How was your trip to CA? How's little Angela and Christopher doing? How's Becky and Fonsi? Is Myra still there? I hope everyone is healthy and happy. I would love to see some pictures. I need to send them a letter to congratulate them on the arrival of their newest family member. :)

Below is a portion of an email I sent my colleagues. More stuff on village life.

Thanks again for the packages! You have been so awesome about it! Perhaps you could send an LED accompaniment to the mini mag-lite you sent me? The batteries only last 2 nights with the current bulb. :) Thanks so much!

Love always,
Crystal


The weather is nice now. Since it's rainy season it does get down to a nice, chilly 80 degrees! At night I use my sleeping bag, so it must be down to 70 at that time. The only problem with rainy season are all the darn bugs! There aren't many mosquitos, but when they come out you have to be careful not to get malaria. It breaks my heart to see kids so riddled with fever that they can't even talk, they just lay in their mother's arms and whimper. Fortunately people can usually scrape up enough money for medicine, so that's good, but it's still so sad.

Village life is good. Hausa is coming along and while progress seems slow I feel like I am more able to understand what people are saying and that makes me feel good, especially when they're talking about me and I can eavesdrop! The millet and sorghum plants are getting nice and tall so hopefully we'll have a good harvest next month. Oh, and next month marks the beginning of Ramadan, so my villagers will be fasting from both food and water for the entire cycle of the moon. I think I'll try it for one day as a "cultural experience" and see how it goes. The old people are already fasting, though I'm not really sure why. They still work in the fields, too. It's crazy.

People are hungry. Since their graineries are getting low, they only drink fura. Fura is a drink where first you add water to millet or sorghum flour to make a dough, then wad the dough up into a 8" ball. The dough is cooked in a pot with a couple inches of water to steam. Then it is pounded to separate it, then put in a big calabash bowl where sour milk and spices like cayenne pepper are added. Millet, sour milk and pepper... not my idea of a tasty lunch, but once you drink it a few times you get used to it and it's not so bad. So yeah, my villagers drink fura and go out into the bush and find leaves and cook them. Some of those cooked leaves taste bitter and nasty, but just add a little MSG and if you're hungry enough you'll eat it.

The men work hard in the fields, hoeing the soil around their plants for 8 hours a day, and it's back breaking work. I know this from experience because I did it for, like, 10 minutes. The women and children pick grass and other tasty greens for the animals at home. The animals can't go out in the fields because they'll eat the crops. Some kids go out and pick grass and sell it to people.

The women's group I work with is growing peanuts in the garden area. We also planted 160 moringa trees from seed (it's the amazing "you eat the leaves and they're full of nutrients" tree and it will grow to the perfect size in about 3 months), have our little pau plastique nursery going (80 dan tahoua trees, an Acacia, which is N-fixing and so is good in fields and you can also eat the seeds like millet, and 20 baobab trees), and hopefully the gum arabic we planted in their fields will come up. Also I am working with the Ministry of Environment to get some fish for our seasonal lake. It would most likely be a type of tilapia that would grow to full size in 2-3 months. The money for the fingerlings would come out of the women's group's caisse and then if they sell some fish they will make a profit. Fingerlings should be 5-10 CFA each and full-grown fish are sold for 100-150 CFA each. Also working on paperwork so that women's group can get an account at a microfinance bank so that in the future they can get a loan to buy their own piece of land. Right now they do their gardening on a piece of land "donated" by the chief of the village, and the last volunteer in the village applied for grants to get funding to build a fence around the land and dig a well in the center, and then the chief went ahead and planted mango seedlings everywhere. Way to take advantage of the fence and well. So the women won't be able to use the land for very long. The lesson learned is that whenever someone "donates" land make them sign a document and bring it to the mayor's attention (the mayor is in a larger village).

Now that I've been around for a while the kids aren't so scared of me. Whenever I go somewhere a group of kids will yell my name "Zena! Zena!" until I turn and greet them. And sometimes they come to my house. Any sort of empty box, bottle or bag makes a great toy for a kid, and I let some kids go through my trash and it was like Christmas for them. Empty pasta bags, soap boxes, a used razor (which I saw like 6 people using later on), anything with a label on it that had a picture, all of it was exciting to them. Sometimes kids come to my house and refuse to leave, and I've learned the best way to handle it is to pick up a stick or a millet stalk and wave it in a threatening way and they will scatter like flies. Works every time.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

letter from Crystal 5/01/08

Hi everyone! I am taking a few hours to catch up on my email-sending. I tried sending this a couple weeks ago but am not sure you received it. :)

Love,
Crystal

See canned letter below and update below-below:

Life in Niger is going well. I'm feeling pretty good about what I'm doing
here. I have been at my village for a month now and it's wonderful -
everything I hoped it would be. It's small, about 400 people live there, and
a lot of them are kids. I am so lucky the previous volunteer had a chance to
explain to everyone what it's like to come to their village not knowing
their language and living in a way very different from that in the States.
They are really understanding and patient with me, are always excited to see
me, and treat me with the utmost respect.

My typical day:
Get up at 7:00 to the sounds of a) women pounding millet or sorghum in their
big mortars and pestles, and b) sounds of animals (cows, donkeys, chickens,
guinea fowl who are really annoying). Yes, I sleep outside because my house
is just way too hot at the end of the day.

7:00-7:30: Wash face and hands, fold up bedding and put it inside
7:30-8:30: My neighbor comes with my water, which I pay her to bring from
the well. The well is kind of far away and there's no way my poor wimpy body
can handle carrying THAT much water on my head for such a long distance. I
pour it into my big clay pot and fill up my water filter (a 3-gallon bucket
sits atop a 5-gallon bucket with a spout on the bottom. The water is poured
into the little bucket and drips through the filter to the big bucket.) I
eat bread with peanut butter and raisins for breakfast, provided I have
bread. If I don't have bread, I cook oatmeal with raisins and peanut butter,
powdered milk, and sugar. If I put a lot of sugar in it it tastes like a
monster cookie! A little note about food - I eat rich people food. My
villagers mainly eat tuwo (pounded millet or sorghum, or corn if they have
the money) with sauce made from leaves and onions and seasonings. It's
pretty good and filling. They eat the leftovers for breakfast. During cold
season there's usually some garden vegetables like lettuce, cabbage, and
carrots that they can eat, too. They make this awesome salad - it's lettuce
or cabbage with kouli-kouli (if you have peanut butter and you extract out
all the oil, you are left with kouli-kouli- lowfat, delicious and a good
source of protein), cassava flour, a little tonka powder (ground hot
peppers), salt and ginger, tossed with oil. Mmmmmm... Okay, it's morning, I
just got up, and I'm a little hungry. Ha ha!

8:30-11:00: If I have chores, I do them now. Sweep my house and concession
(concession is the area surrounding my house. It's like a small, walled-in
yard, granted a yard without grass or anything. Most people do their daily
activities in their concession because it's hot and there's no wind inside
the house. The typical concession has a millet-stalk shade hangar, cooking
area, a walled off peeing/washing area, and an animal area where they tie up
their donkeys, goats, sheep, camel, whatever.) because if I don't sweep I
may get a (gasp) chariot spider - a fist-sized spider that scorpions ride
on, not kidding - or a snake or red ants.. scary! So yeah, I sweep under my
millet-stalk bed and around my latrine with a broom that is basically a
bunch of long grass tied together with a string. I wash my clothes if I need
to, refill my water bucket in my bathing area so it can get warmed by the
sun during the day, wash dishes, whatever.

Usually people swing by in the morning to say hi - my neighbor Rabi, my best
guy friends Issoufou and Issya, sometimes my friends want to play cards so
we play cards (this crazy Nigerien game that's kind of like euchre without
trumps; hard to explain) and listen to Nigerien and Nigerian music on my
shortwave radio (the best investment ever! Now I can listen to the BBC and
it is wonderful to have an inkling of what is going on in the world -
elections in zimbabwe, the olympics and tibet, the us housing market.. good
stuff).

11:00-2:00: This is "me" time. I take a nap in my house (by now the sun is
so hot that it's cooler inside), eat lunch (macaroni with vegetables or
tomato sauce or powdered milk sauce or a PB sandwich or rice with beans and
fried onions), read, write in my journal, whatever. Sometimes Issoufou's
wife has him bring me food, which is nice, or Rabi brings me some cooked
beans.

2:00-5:00: Sometimes I put off chores until now. Sometimes I walk around the
village greeting people and hanging out with them. My favorite are the old
guys who hang out in the middle of town, the "town square", if you will.
It's where the mosque is, the 2 "shops" (they're tiny and hardly have
anything), the chief's house is nearby; basically it's a 40ft x 40ft area
shaded by a couple of trees right in the middle of town. The old guys lounge
around on mats or just in the dirt and move around during the day to stay in
the shade. Whenever I walk by they shout greetings and sometimes if I'm not
going anywhere I sit with them and we talk and they help me with my Hausa,
which is sometimes hard because some of them don't have teeth. Or I go to
the well and talk to the women as they pull water, or I head over to the
Fulan encampment and work on my Fulfulde. The Fulans are another culture of
people here; in my village we have the Hausa people and the Fulans. The
Fulans speak both Fulfulde and Hausa and herd cattle. If you google Fulans
or Fulani or Hilanche maybe you will see photos of these beautiful people -
they wear beaded jewelry and have their hair in different braids than the
Hausa people. The men grow their hair long and fluff it out afro-style. The
kids' heads are shaved except for a little pouf in the front and one in the
back. And the men and boys wear these long purple tunics over pants and
these very traditional-looking, pointy straw hats. They often carry around a
big stick to use for herding cattle. The Hausa people and Fulani people both
have beautification scarring on their faces, which is also beautiful,
especially on the women.

5:00-7:00: Make dinner or eat stuff people bring me - tuwo, rice, whatever.
Hang out. I don't know. Stuff. Run around talking to people. More of the
same thing. My work here is basically learning Hausa and hanging out with my
villagers. Sounds easy, I know, but it's actually really challenging because
speaking Hausa can be exhausting, and when someone's trying to explain a
word to me and I'm not understanding.. it's tiring, really. The worst is
when I go to baby-naming ceremonies or weddings where there are women from
other villages. They don't understand that I've only been in the village for
a little while and that I'm still learning Hausa, and they speak to me
really fast and are impatient when I ask them to repeat themselves and then
they announce, "she doesn't know Hausa." Or, most recently, women from a
fellow volunteer Balkissa's village said, "Balkissa speaks Hausa but SHE
doesn't." Fortunately my neighbor Rabi always sticks up for me; she is
wonderful, but at first I took it personally and started feeling bad and
that these people are basically saying I suck and I don't try and then felt
crappy. But I came up with a better solution, and when I found myself in
this situation yesterday, I just told them, "hey, have patience. Hausa is
hard." And they seemed to accept that.

7:00 is prayer time, so I hear the Iman making the prayer call and I have to
go home. From 7-8 I get ready for bed, laying out my mattress and bedding,
and after the dusk prayer (usually 8:00 or 8:15) I bathe (out of a bucket),
brush my teeth, whatever, and if I'm feeling up for it I go out to the town
square and hang out. There's usually a lot of village men there buying
cooked meat from the butcher, hanging out talking, whatever. Then I go to
bed!

I got a kitten a couple days ago. His name is Kitty-Kitty, because my
villagers are just really proud of the fact that they know that word (from
the last volunteer). He's cute. He meows a lot. He's playful. He'll be a
good companion, I'm sure.

Yesterday I traveled from my village, Korap, to Konni, the "big town" where
I do my Peace Corps business. Sunday we have a regional meeting so I'll get
a feel for what's going on here, and saturday I'm going to Tahoua - the big
city! - to do some banking. I've never been to Tahoua so I'm pretty excited
and hoping to hit up an al hadji (rich person) shop and get some American
groceries. Korap is so small that you'll probably not see it on google maps,
but you may see my neighboring village, Fari. It's 1km from my village and
is a bit larger. Nearby also is Rafi and Gazurawa.

My trip from Korap to Konni was eventful. My friends Issoufou and Issya
walked with me the 3-4 miles to the main road, Issoufou insisting on
carrying my bag (gotta love Nigeriens!). We were on a bush road when this
big dump truck came zooming down the road toward us. It slipped in the sand
as it boomed around a curve and ran off the road maybe 40 feet right in
front of us. It was heading toward us sliding sideways.. pretty scary... but
please don't worry too much, I'm being careful as much as possible!

As for health, I've had bacteria twice in the last month and have had to
take Cipro. No problem.. I know I'm bringing it upon myself when I eat
village food like salad and leaves and stuff. It's not too bad but usually
involves a fever, which can be scary and kind of sucks. And I've had a few
colds, mostly because of the strong wind and dust that blows around here.

Okay, I'm going to wrap this up now.. I'm getting hungry and my computer
tolerance has certainly dropped since I've been here.

And now for an update:
I went to a possession dance. Although Islam is big here, animism is still present in many ways. A neighboring volunteer's village had a possession dance so my friend Issoufou and I went there to check it out. There was a fenced off area where the dance took place, and deep inside, beneath a tree, there were musicians playing the eeriest music on traditional instruments; a calabash drum with broom-like drumsticks and a reedy instrument playing a melody. It was dark and there was a strong wind. The people dance to the music, which attracts the spirits, and eventually they become possessed. You can't really tell when someone's possessed, at least I couldn't. They just danced. But people gather around them and ask lots of questions, fast spit-fire style. The spirits know everything, and when someone's possessed they can relay that knowledge. So people ask things like how the growing season will be, their family's health, etc. It was really interesting and exciting.

Mom, someone brought packages from Niamey last week and yours wasn't included. I'm starting to feel a little nervous that maybe it's not going to make it, but I will see when I get to Niamey in two weeks. Becky and Joe/Mary - I got your packages, almost at the same time! Joe/Mary, I already wrote you a letter about it but am too lazy to type it (this keyboard sucks), but I really loved the photos and your awesome letters and the LifeSavers and condiments. Mmm... real ketchup... :) Becky, I shared the People magazine with my homies at the hostel and it was definitely gobbled up by everyone. I really enjoyed it, especially reading about New Kids on the Block and the pregnant man. Totally weird. And then I ordered fries from the local restaurant and ate them with In 'n 'Out Heinz ketchup and it was great because ketchup here tastes like crap. And the trail mix and sesame yummies.. I'm just holding onto those until I get back to my post. :) If you guys feel like sending me more condiments, feel free. The local restaurant here sells hamburgers and fries (though not the same as in US of A) and I can get mustard and mayo at the store but not good ketchup and no relish, either. OMG, I miss relish. Now I'm thinking about brats. I really miss pig products. Could you please send me a brat with saurkraut, relish, chopped onions and mustard? Thanks, I appreciate it. I didn't think to include pig products on my blog survey about what food I'd miss the most. So far it's not meat, it's not chocolate, it's not fresh veggies (because we still have them), but I'm hurting for cheddar cheese and pizza (which I could make if I had something other than laughing cow cheese but I don't) and pork. I'm pretty sure a strong, aged cheese like Tommy's sharp cheddar would make it through the mail. (hint, hint) Becky's package made it here in 2 weeks. And crackers. Wasn't a huge fan in US, but want them here, maybe because of the salt. I eat so much salt it's insane. You have to when it's 120 outside every day and you're chugging liters of water. And while you're thinking of sending me stuff, mom.. maybe you can think about seeds. Just stuff some in an envelope, wouldn't be too hard. Whatever you think can handle strong sunlight and crappy soil (I know you're familiar with crappy soil!). Rainy season's coming and that's the time to grow things. I heard sunflowers grow.. it'd be cool to try blackberries if you think they can survive. Whatever you think would work. Or desert plants, like aloe or whatever Becky has there in Cali (cacti?). Hook it up, g-funks!

Okay, so maybe this is the time to mention visiting your daughter/sister. Mom and dad, if you can make it, I'd recommend coming at the end of hot season (the hottest time of the year, ha ha) or during the rainy season next year as that's the time where there's no strong wind and dust. Mom, I would really worry about your asthma with the crazy wind we get. So yeah, mid-April to August would be ideal. The scary thing about rainy season is that I've heard there are mosquitos, but hey, you guys are from the woods; I'm sure you can handle it! The storms are supposedly intense (not that wimpy Michigan drizzle) so we'd have to chill inside my tiny little house during them, but I know you guys are hard core and can handle it. And for the rest of you! Once you get here you'd need $100 tops per person to last 2 weeks. I know flights are expensive, but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to see a developing country and you would never forget it. Christopher and the new baby could stay with the 'rents, you guys can take a romantic camel ride in the savannah through mesas and beneath the setting sun.. it would be a great way to celebrate your anniversary next year. ;)

All right, I'm going now. I love you and hope to hear from you all soon! Feel free to share this letter with whomever you like.

Love,
Crystal