Monday, December 21, 2009

The outdoors

I just got back from a walk down the road. I had time to think about how different walking is here in the U.S. from walking in Niger.

In Niger, I had to walk about 3 miles to get from my village to the main road. I usually made this walk in early morning, before the sun became really strong. It took me about an hour to make this trip.

The walk to the main road from the village.


Here, I walked to Pollack Bridge and back, about 3 miles. It took about an hour. I made my walk around noon, warmer than early morning or evening. It's about 23 degrees here. In Niger, it was 100 degrees on average.

It was so quiet outside. No animal sounds and I didn't see a single person. It's great for meditating or listening to your iPod. But in Niger I would always run into about ten people on my walk to the road and say hi to them. I'd also see wandering goats and sheep, and sometimes walk through a herd of cattle.

Grazing cattle. The clay structures are graneries.


By the time I got back from my walk today, my face felt frozen and my lungs burned. In Niger, I would be dripping sweat and chugging water after walking 3 miles.

Whereas in Niger I'd bathe to wash away the sweat, here I'm going to shower to warm myself up.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

My weekend was a blur

I can't believe it's already sunday. I was so busy last week:
  • Cooking. I make dinner six days a week. Highlights of last week's meals include the BEST homemade pizza EVER and Chipotle-style burritos. For the pizza I followed the Cook's Illustrated recipe. First you make no-cook pizza sauce (in a blender, puree canned drained tomatoes, fresh garlic, olive oil, black pepper, and a little salt and sugar). Then when the dough is rolled out you brush on olive oil, oregano, and a sprinkle of kosher salt. Then you spread on the sauce, then the toppings, but not the cheese, and bake on a pizza stone at 500F. After about 7 minutes you sprinkle on the cheese (it's kind of scary, you stick your hand in your extremely hot (500F) oven to do this), and three minutes later you have garlicky, cheesy, fresh-tasting pizza with a nice, crisp crust. Seriously, it was amazing. The secret to making the crust taste good was the olive oil/oregano/salt layer, and the secret to having a crisp crust is using the pizza stone.
  • Baking. I made cut-out sugar cookies and caramel-chocolate cookies. My brother's Boy Scout bake sale was saturday, so friday night I frosted the sugar cookies and made a batch of cranberry-white chocolate cookies to supplement.
  • Christmas cards and packages. I had a few projects to finish before I could send out my packages, so I was scrambling to do those. And for the first time I did Christmas cards.
  • "Helping out" at the Boy Scouts' cookie sale. From like 10am-4pm yesterday we stood in the freezing cold front entrance of the Glen's grocery store selling cookies. My dad was supervising the Boy Scouts and I was there to help, but I spent most of my time window shopping at the Hallmark nearby, visiting the Dollar Store, and going inside Glen's to peruse the magazine aisle.
  • Socializing. I visited my 90-year-old friends down the street (I met them while I was in college. They're friends with my dad and he recruited me to teach them how to use their new computer, and we've been friends ever since). We chatted for a few hours and they served me Vernor's and Tater Skins. It was fun.
  • Shopping for Christmas stuff. And I'll admit I was window shopping for when I start improving my wardrobe (see below).
  • Church. This old guy (my friend) gave me a kiss on the lips!
Tonight my dad cooked this really good ham and I couldn't stop eating it. Combined with my cookie habit this is bad news for my expanding hips and thighs.

This week I'm making gingerbread people cookies, key lime pie, and something with won tons (maybe won ton soup or potstickers). Djam is coming wednesday to celebrate Christmas with us, so that will be fun. Then I'm going back to Madison with him for New Year's.

My wardrobe's pretty sad. I'm doing okay for jeans, but I have NO tops and nothing fashionable. I ordered some catalogs off the internet, ordered a 2-year subscription to Marie Claire for $10, and found I may someday order something from the French Connection. I also want a nice leather purse. Someday.

Today's Dinner:
Dad's roasted ham with mashed potato patties and canned beets

Thursday, December 17, 2009

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