21 July 2011

On Being Busy and Whatnot

Heather has been busier than I on this blog lately, so here is a quick rundown of what I’ve been up to and what is in store for me/us coming up soon.

My biggest project that I have been working on, the website that I have been creating for my parc is finished—for now. My supervisor and I recently wrote up a budget for the calendar year 2012 that included funds for everything involved with allowing folks to view my labor of love.

Last year we submitted our marketing budget too late. Apparently it needs to be submitted in July so that numbers can be bandied about before it is voted on in November. If or when the funds are approved, we can move forward on the other items included in our funds request, which mainly consist of printing flyers, brochures, and other promotional material to deposit at local hotels and give out to Beninese tour guides/companies to promote our little piece of fantastic in the craziness of Bohicon.

As Heather wrote in the last post, our first annual Bohicon Camp GLOW was a success. See her post below for more details.

Last weekend after the camp we hosted some new stagiares (read: trainees) who arrived July 2 for their “demystification weekend”. It was basically a chance for them to see what volunteers actually do with their time in Benin, and it was a great opportunity for Heather and I to see just how far we have come. This weekend we will host three more and I will leave with them to go down to their training site in Porto-Novo for the week where I will be leading some training sessions.

Our favorite Zemidjan recently revealed to me that he wants to start his own business, so I will start meeting with him on a weekly basis to teach him the essentials (accounting, keeping track of stock, marketing, etc.). If that all goes well (and I have the time) then maybe I will approach the nice folks at the Maison des Jeunes and see if they would like me to lead a free weekly seminar to budding entrepreneurs.

We will be spending a week in Parakou in a few weeks to help out with the Camp GLOW there, then hit Savalou for a few days on the way back down south to take part in their (famous in Benin) Ignam Fête to promote my site. That should be a great opportunity to network with tour guides and eat lots and lots of Ignam Pilé (think: super-mashed potatoes with peanut sauce and meat).

A few weeks after that, we take our month-long vacation to Greece/Italy, and shortly after that, a pair of very special folks will be visiting us for a few weeks (can’t wait to see you, Brian and Dustin)! That will take us into the holiday season and the end of the year.

But before Brian and Dustin arrive (and after our vacation), my girls’ soccer club at our local school will start up again, and I hope to get a good turnout. I received approval from the American NGO who supplies us soccer balls to have Peace Corps release some to me, but due to what I believe is a miscommunication between the NGO and our vast bureaucracy, I have yet to receive anything. Here’s hoping that that all works out.

I have been so busy that I haven’t finished a book in over a month! It’s a good busy. Don’t worry Mom and Dad, I am eating plenty and working out a lot. I even feel like I am gaining some weight back.

Premier League starts August 13! Glory Glory Man United!

Cheers.

19 July 2011

Camp GLOW Bohicon 2011!!!

On Sunday, July 10th, 7 other volunteers arrived at our house (the 8th one the following morning) to work the very first Camp GLOW (Girls Leading Our World) in Bohicon.  With all the time-consuming preparations, stress, worrying, and hours spent grueling over how I would do this camp, by the time they arrived, I thought that I would have been running around and stressed out, but I was surprisingly calm, excited, and really happy.  We had a really great group of volunteers helping out, all of whom we get along with very well.  We had a little bump in the road when we realized that all of our office-like supplies were left on the PC shuttle and we wouldn’t be able to use them until Wednesday when the shuttle went through our town again, but that didn’t even worry me.  We had a little mini-meeting for less than an hour when everyone got there and by the end of it, we were ready to rock the whole camp.  I didn’t sleep at all that night because my mind wouldn’t stand still for longer than 10 seconds. 

Day One (July 11th):  Sleep deprived and all, we started day one bright and early and totally stoked with a 6:30am alarm.  Craig and I were the first to leave the house after coffee.  I realized half way there that I forgot the key to the room where we had stored everything, and we had to send Elaina back to the house a couple of times (she was the runner that day) for things we forgot, but other than that, it was a pretty flawless day.  When we got there, there were already about 10 girls waiting for us and we got there at 7:30am!  They didn’t have to be there for another hour.  So that was really encouraging that they were excited enough about the camp to come an hour early.  As Patrick, Andrea, and Rich were all doing the check-in, giving t-shirts, taking permission slips, etc, Sarah and Erin were teaching the kids songs.  My personal favorite was Destiny Child’s “Independent Woman” in French.  It was pretty awesome.  We started our opening ceremony incredibly late since we were waiting on the Mayor, who never showed up.  The media didn’t show up either as promised, which I was grateful for.  Craig and I did our speech, my supervisor did her speech, and someone from the Mayor’s office did a speech.  It went really well.  We had sodas and the good cookies for all the adults for after the ceremony while the girls got their own less-expensive version of a beverage and cookies.  We went over the objectives and rules of the camp and then got in our 5 groups (grouped by colored t-shirt).  We had 8 girls that didn’t show up all week, but it was still a good turn out and didn’t affect the groups.  We ate with our groups and then played a questionnaire-game to get to know everyone.  The photographer showed up and took a group picture of all of us.  Afterwards, we went over the next day’s program and then cleaned up and everyone started going home.  So day one was really more of an intro for the week, games, activities, and getting to know them more than anything else.  After the camp, Erin, Craig, and I went on a long run and inspired most everyone else to do a little workout of some sort.  That night, we had a little pow-wow on how to make the next day run smoother then ordered chwarma (yum!). 

Day Two (July 12th):  After check-in, Patrick and Andrea played “Sharks and Minnows” with the girls and they loved it.  It woke them all up and burned out their excess energy so when we started the next activity, “Qui Suis-je?” (Who Am I?) they were attentive.  That activity was nice and encouraged them to think positively about themselves since they had to find a positive adjective for each letter of their name.  The following activity that we did with them was a Myers-Briggs test.  Once they all had their results, we ran off copies of the result page that each needed and spent time with them making sure they understood everything.  They seemed to really enjoy it.  Several of them said that the test results described them to a “T” and were really surprised that a pre-written thing could be so dead-on.  After lunch, we played soccer.  We broke up onto 3 different fields.  One of the girls on Craig’s team, Hortence, was upset that her team was losing and started a strike with all of her team members and just quit playing.  Ha!  It was ridiculous and hilarious all at the same time.  She was definitely the strongest personality out of all of the girls present at the camp.  Following soccer, Gilles (my neighbor and collegue from the CPS) came in and talked to the girls about healthy relationships with other people and women’s’/girls’ rights.  I could definitely tell that all these girls were truly the brightest in Bohicon because they all wanted to participate, they all wanted to answer questions, and they all were attentive and respectful to whomever had the floor.  It was amazing.  After Gilles left, Patrick talked about how to re-use water saches by using them to plant Moringa.  Almost none of the girls had heard about Moringa before, so he explained and we decided to squeeze in a Moringa session later on in the week.  We had a little pow-wow again that night on how the day went. 

Day Three (July 13th):  After the girls arrived and registered, they all went into a different room (shoes off) and did yoga/stress management, which was led by Rich and Andrea.  None of them had ever done yoga before and they all really liked it.  In our camp reviews, some of them said they didn’t like it because it made them sore all over the next day and that was the only reason, so I think it was a success!  After that, we had a professional panel come in.  We had someone from the mayor’s office (government), a teacher from a school (education), a nurse (health), someone from Bohicon’s women’s center (social work), and a local artist’s wife who runs his art business (entrepreneurial).  Julien is the artist and he is also the Censeur (like Vice-Principle) of the school where the camp was.  His art was featured in a museum in Chicago for 6 weeks and he speaks fluent English and is very friendly and warm to all Peace Corps volunteers who cross his path, and he’s been a great help throughout this entire camp.  The day before, we set out a “Question Box” where the girls could anonymously ask any kind of question they wanted and it was a huge success.  We originally did it so that they would think of questions ahead of time for the professional panel that we could give to them, but they used it for every session, which was really awesome.  Julien’s wife, Pauline, the nurse (who is the sister of Craig’s homologue), and the teacher were absolutely awesome and very inspirational for the girls.  The woman from the mayor’s office was mediocre…she got off subject a lot and would go on and on about how her father would beat her.  The woman from the women’s center was terrible…all she did was talk about her rough upbringing and religion.  Definitely not what I invited her to talk about, but oh well.  Hopefully, someone got something out of it.  After lunch, we played red light/green light which was a huge success with the girls.  We were supposed to have the added moringa session after that, but the moringa cultivator that we asked to come didn’t show up.  The photographer DID show up to give me the pictures that he took for us the first day and tons of girls wanted special pictures with their group, their volunteer, etc and it got kind of out of hand.  We decided to limit it to a group picture by color and that was it.  After picture-taking mania, we had someone from my CPS (Celine, the awful woman that was supposed to be my homologue in the beginning) come in and talk about family planning.  She kept picking on the girls to answer questions, some of them were obviously new to the material and had no idea and she would pick on them anyway.  She didn’t explain things well, if at all, and the only family planning method other than abstinence that she talked about was condoms.  About half way through, Elaina and I got up there and co-led it with her to try to make it better.  I don’t know why they sent her to do that session when I requested Gisele, the woman from my Amour et Vie team who is awesome at family planning, but that’s who they sent.  There was a point when Celine didn’t understand that the girls didn’t know what they were looking at when they were told to look at a picture of a vagina, so Elaina sat on the table with her legs open (she was wearing pants) and put the picture in between her legs to show them what they were looking at.  It was funny and the girls immediately understood.  After the camp that day, upon receiving word that Bohicon had lions, we went to this mysterious place that ended up being a very sad zoo.  Before we left though, while Andrea was trying to pose in front of a monkey that was not in a cage, the monkey ran up and smacked her on the head.  Haha!  Maybe he was camera shy?  After the sad zoo, we went to Julien’s house to see his art.  He has some very impressive stuff and I can understand why it was on exhibition in Chicago for 6 weeks.  He gives PCVs the “family discount”, which is about 25% of what a tourist would pay, so Craig and I will probably be coming home with some of his art.  After Julien’s house, we were all pretty beat so we made salads and watched a movie, which I fell asleep watching.  We did realize that Craig’s keys (which have our main gate key on them) had somehow gotten left at the camp site and the gate was locked and there were people out at the bar, so we had to wake up our neighbors to open the gate for them. 

Day Four (July 14th):  As girls arrived this morning, we sent them to the back of the school where Patrick was leading a “planting Moringa in water saches” session.  It was quick and went really well.  They learned a lot about the Moringa and were completely done with their hands washed by the time our guest speaker for HIV/AIDS (Gisele with an NGO) arrived.  We invited the same NGO that we had invited for our World AIDS Day event that we did back in December and they showed the same graphic photos.  I think it got the point across though and the whole session went really well.  After that, Andrea and I led a session on Self-Esteem.  We talked about what it meant, what high self-esteems and low self-esteems mean and so on.  We had them do a written activity where they list things that they like about themselves, among other things.  After they were done with that, we went outside and taped a folded piece of paper on all of their backs and everyone wrote what they liked about that person on their backs and at the end of the session, they took off the paper and read what was written about them.  I thought it went really well.  Craig and Erin T. led the next session on goals and aspirations in life.  They had all the girls write out a long-term goal, like what they want to be when they grow up, and then write out all the short-term goals that they would need to achieve to get there, like doing well in school.  It was a good learning experience for the volunteers and the kids I think.  I learned a lot about their school system during that session.  And there were a couple tiny little girls who want to be police officers when they grow up, which I thought was really cute.  After lunch, we played freeze tag.  They didn’t understand it at first and everyone was just running around pushing each other, but after further explanation and examples, they got it.  It was super fun and tired them out really quickly.  After 17 minutes, all of the girls were back under the tree pouring water over their heads and panting.  Haha!  It was hilarious!  They rebounded quickly though and went back out for more.  Once they were all tired out, we went in and had a session on sexual harassment in the school system, which is a huge problem here.  Someone from the CPS came to lead it, but seeing how the last one that they led went, I had Erin T. who is an English teacher here, co-lead it with them.  It worked out well and we even finished a little early, which is amazing whenever anyone from Benin is in charge of a session.  Things rarely end on time; they like to talk.  Since we finished early, we all sat down after the CPS people left and answered questions from the question box.  They were all really good questions and some of them were very concerning, such as one about whether or not it’s ok for a girl’s brother to have sex with his sister.  I thought we answered them all very well and gave them a lot of really good resources to deal with serious problems like that.  The last question was, “what does it mean for a boy to masturbate, how do they do it, and….is it good?”.  HA!  Patrick and Craig were supposed to take that one, but Craig was so embarrassed that he just sat there, beat-red and laughing, as Patrick demonstrated with a garden hoe how guys masturbate.  It was pretty hilarious. Craig and I shared the information about the pen-pal exchange program through PC that he started up with Russ’s school (his former soccer coach) and instructed all the girls who were interested to write a letter in English that night to mail off to the States.  There were a lot of girls from all over Bohicon interested in the program so we set up a system of communication with all of them to set up meetings once a month to exchange letters.  That is really exciting for us since we’ve been trying to start this for forever now.  That night, Patricia, who is on my Amour et Vie team that I set up, called me to ask me if the letter should be informal or not.  I had no idea that she was at the camp, so I was really confused.  Turns out, I totally didn’t recognize her all week!  She had been in the camp all week and didn’t say anything to me about the Amour et Vie team either.  Crazy!  Now I would never NOT recognize her, that’s for sure!


Day Five (July 15th):  This was our last day of camp and very bitter sweet.  We were happy that it was coming to an end and everything went so well but sad to say goodbye to all the girls.  During the week, I had handpicked 3 girls who were in 4eme (the highest grade level invited) and just passed into 3eme.  These girls stood out to me as leaders and would not be invited back next year since they would be past the cutoff grade so I pulled them aside during registration to invite them to come back next year as junior counselors to help out at the camp with the other volunteers.  They were really happy about the opportunity and gave me all their contact information.  In the morning, Erin S. and I led a healthy diets and exercise session that went really well.  Exercising to stay healthy isn’t in the culture here and one of our “Question Box” questions was how to have a flat stomach, stay slim, etc.  So it was a good opportunity to address that.  After our session, Craig, Erin T. and Rich all led a session on various study abroad opportunities.  We talked to them about the Fulbright program for the States and different programs in Francophone countries.  They were really interested in that and asked a lot of questions.  I don’t think that anyone had ever mentioned the possibility of leaving Benin for school to them before.  On our review that we gave to the girls, all of the girls really loved the session about studying abroad except for one and it was because she didn’t think that she had high enough grades to get a scholarship so it made her sad, but in order to come to the camp, you had to have the best grades out of the entire school.  So it didn’t really make sense.  Anyway, that session was kind of like my brainchild and I’m really good that they all liked it so much and got something out of it.  Gilles came back to do a session on how to succeed in life, which went really well because it was all reinforcement by a Beninese person of what we’ve been telling them all week.  We had lunch then did a little pop-quiz to measure how much they all absorbed all week (for grant-reporting purposes) and then gave them an evaluation to fill out about the camp.  After those two formalities, we started the closing ceremony.  Julien talked to them about the Fulbright program a bit since he will soon be a Fulbright (he’s planning on studying at Berkley in 2012 on a Fulbright) and gave a really inspiring speech to the girls.  I spoke after him and just said a few words on how I would miss them all and how awesome they all are, because they truly are, and how they can go super far in life if they work hard and believe in themselves.  It was a sad speech and one of the girls pulled me aside crying because she was so sad to see the end of the camp.  By this time, there were only 5 volunteers left (one from each colored team) and we each gave out the certificates, group picture, and school supplies to each of our girls on our team.  They all got really nice backpacks with 4 meters of khaki (for their school uniforms), 4 notebooks, a pencil, and 4 pens, which is already more than they’re required to have for school.  We collected all the girls’ letters to be sent to the States after the ceremony and before the fête-ing (partying).  Once the ceremony finished, we had cookies and the DJ played music that we were all dancing to.  It was really fun and we all got to dance with almost all the girls.  It was a great end to the camp. 

We cleaned up, packed up, and headed home after all the girls left.  Myself, Elaina, Rich, and Patrick all helped in a team effort to clean up our house since we had 3 new trainees coming to stay with us for the weekend.  I was told that Erin T. (camp-planning super woman) was really impressed with our camp and Rich told us that this was the best-organized camp that he’d ever seen.  Since the other camps that he’s participated in have been going on for years and years and this was our first camp and we hadn’t a clue to what we were doing most of the time, it was a huge compliment.  After cleaning up the house, I read the evaluations of the camp that the girls wrote.  They all really loved the camp and all the volunteers but not surprisingly, they only liked “a little” the people from the CPS.  It was really great to read their comments and praises on the evaluations and doing so made all of the stress, work, frustration, and much running around all worth it.  And after meeting all those girls and spending a week with them, it was also all worth it because every one of those girls was worth it.  They were truly an amazing bunch of girls.  We didn’t have any problems with anything.  They all participated and were super well-behaved and even on time every morning (for the most part).  All the girls had so much personality and were so strong-willed.  I really do believe that they can do anything in their lives and hope that I will come back to Benin to visit in 15 years and see them all in successful careers leading lives full of happiness, reaped from all of their hard work.  The thing that really made it all worth it though is the fact that I know that this camp will be like a fork in the road that will make a big difference in some of their lives.  Whether it’s the lesson on family planning that keeps them from getting pregnant and dropping out of school or that they learn about a program in the States after the study abroad session and get a Fulbright to study there, I know that some of them will lead better lives because of this camp, and that’s enough for me.  We will definitely be doing this camp again next year.  Only it will be the new-and-improved version.  You can find pictures of this on Facebook...the internet is too slow to upload them to the blog.  Sorry!

A special thanks to the Wiricks for funding the t-shirts.  The camp would have been totally different and not nearly as successful without the t-shirts and your support.  Because of those t-shirts, we were able to have teams based on color, which was the foundation of how the camp ran so smoothly.  Thank you a million times over!  

09 July 2011

Laziness + Incompetence = A Frustrated PCV

One of the many errands and tasks that I have had to accomplish for this girls’ camp was to get a couple banners made that welcomed the girls to the camp.  I arranged with my co-worker for them to be made by a local guy here in Bohicon and wrote out specifically what I wanted the banners to say.  I also instructed them to draw a globe on the side of the banner as well.  The banner was to say “Bienvenue a (line 1) Camp GLOW Bohicon (line 2) Girls Leading Our World (line 3)”.   I told them not to paint anything until I ok’d it.  So I went to the shop to proofread everything and I decided that I wanted them to do each of the English words in a different color that would correspond to the letter in “GLOW”.  I knew that I was reaching for the stars, but they seemed fine with it.  So I asked them what colors they had and they said that they had green, red, blue, and black.  Since the rest of the banner would be in black, I asked the apprentice if they could mix the blue and the red to make purple and use that color for the forth word and letter. 

“Non, c’est impossible!” –It’s impossible
“C’est possible; c’est facile, quoi” – It’s possible and easy

After going around with that a couple of times, I gave up.  The shop owner and boss-man came in and showed me where everything would go on the banner.  The banner was probably a foot longer/wider than the paper that they had the letters stenciled on.  That’s right, they use a stencil system here, like in kindergarten.  He said that he would put the globe at the top of the banner and then add the writing.  I didn’t like that, so I asked him why he didn’t just put the globe on the side, like we already agreed on and he said that there is no space, which on the paper, there isn’t enough space, but on the banner (what really matters in the end), there is.  I told him that if he cut out the lines and spaced them out equally on the banner that there would be more than enough space.  

“No, you didn’t understand what I said.”  Then he (and my co-worker, whom is equally slow) proceeded to re-explain the same thing to me like I’m an enfant with a learning disability.  It was about at this time that I put my fingers to my temples, looked down, took a deep breath, and tried to practice my patience. 

“Yes, I understood what you said, but you aren’t understanding me.”

This lasted longer than it should have and I had to listen to them (the shop owner AND my co-worker, who is supposed to be on my side) swear that the problem is my incompetence in French, not their incompetence in imagination/problem solving.  They insisted on re-explaining their reasoning to me about 5 times, which forced me to re-explain my point just as many. 

Finally, we agreed that in order to understand each other, we would have the apprentice cut out each line so I could show them what I was talking about on the banner itself.  Fifteen minutes later, I spaced out the lines equally and put the picture of the globe to the side.  “Ahhh huuuuhhhh!”  They finally understood. Then, after we had that sorted out, I asked him if it would be possible to mix the blue and red to make purple for the forth color in “GLOW”. 

“No, that’s way too much work”.  Are you freakin’ kidding me??
“No, it’s easy.  You just get another can, fill it half with blue and half with red and mix it up with a pen or something.  If you give me the materials, I will show you.”
“No, I don’t have time for that.  It’s too much work”. 

That conversation went on for another five minutes before I could convince him that it wasn’t too much work and that he was capable of doing it.  So once we had that under control, he asked me if I wanted the first line to be in purple too.  I said that black was fine, but it didn’t really matter to me if it was in purple or black; whatever was easier for him.  Well, that confused the hell out of him for some reason until I had to cut him off and tell him to just stick to the letter and corresponding word for purple and leave the top line in black.  I then drew it out on a piece of paper to be super clear.  That led to the discussion of when it would all be finished and we could pick it up.  He wanted a week to stencil in letters and draw a globe.  My co-worker wanted to get it in 2 days.  Since we’re the paying customers, we actually won that battle.

As we were out the door, he asked my co-worker in the softest voice that I have ever heard (which proves that they CAN have a conversation without screaming—they just choose not to most of the time) so I wouldn’t hear, for the rest of the money.  The expression that he had on his face was the same expression that homeless crazy women have when they ask for food and money when they see a white person.  Since we didn’t have any money on us anyway, it was easy to get out of that one and make the agreement that the rest would be paid when we pick up the banners. 

This whole ordeal lasted over an hour and although it may not seem very frustrating, it really was, and places in the top ten most frustrating days in Benin.  I guess it’s all just part of the experience though and I’m sure I’ll somehow be a better person in the long run for it.  At least, that’s what I tell myself when I get into situations like those.  In hindsight, it was pretty funny.  We should start a TV show out here. 

07 July 2011

Ze Germans Are Coming!


Heather and I both traveled this past weekend, albeit in opposite directions.

Heather headed down to Cotonou to greet the new stagiares, or trainees, who arrived Saturday night, and to hobnob with Embassy staff at the Ambassador’s 4th of July party that was held on July 1. With the arrival of the new trainees, it means that we have now been here for an entire year! We are halfway there. We have not realized how far we have come until we met the new little “baby birds”—what do you mean you don’t know how to ride a zem or eat ignam pilé?—it is both eye-opening and humbling to see how much progress we have made since we arrived in Benin last July. We seem to have adapted nicely so far. Thank you all for your continued love and support.

I headed to Djougou, about 5 hours north, to play in an annual soccer game between German volunteers and American Peace Corps Volunteers dubbed “American Blitzkrieg”. It is a two-day competition, where we play European football on the first day and American football on the second day. The volunteer who hosted us and organized the event wrote up an announcement that was broadcasted on local radio in the area for two weeks prior to the match, and Beninese who live a few hours away knew about the match.

A few PCVs have German Volunteers in their cities/villages. The German Volunteers generally go to university after their volunteer service. They serve as volunteers as a “civilian option” to mandatory military conscription. They work with local Non-Governmental Organizations, just like we do, but they get a lot more money, can purchase and drive their own motorcycles, and are only here for a year rather than for two. And they all speak really good French and English. A few can also speak other languages.

We ended up with 12 volunteers playing, and the Germans unexpectedly showed up with at least 20. We arrived at the stadium in Djougou an hour early, and the stands were already mostly full and the Germans were taking team pictures and warming up. Both teams talked a lot of smack before the game. We made WWII jokes, and they wondered aloud where all the Americans were (the punch line: “Are they in Iraq?” “Ok, how many troops do we still have in your country?”). We had the makings of a classic encounter.

Before the game we lined up and walked out to the center of the field, single file, then faced the crowd and sang our respective national anthems. I lined up in center midfield in a playmaker role, tucked in nicely just behind our two forwards (one of whom, I would find out later, was 3 beers in when he arrived at the field, but he was wearing cleats so it evened out). The field, of course, was dirt, and we more or less estimated the touch and goal lines. The quality of the game was about the same as the field (overall, not so great). The Beninese showed up for a show and we didn’t disappoint, and they laughed at us as we slipped and clumsily mishit plenty of passes and shots. There were a few good give-and-go’s, and there was some quality here and there. We ended up winning 1-0 with a first-half goal, but three or four would have been more reasonable.

After the game we all went out to a bar where a concert was organized. I’m not sure if it was for us or not (there were about 40 of us and we far outnumbered the Beninese at the bar). We had a great time and made some new friends.

This week Heather and I are making the final preparations for our girl’s camp. I am in Cotonou for a meeting (I am our regional representative for the Volunteer Advisory Council, or VAC), and will take the PC shuttle up on Sunday with lots of necessary items for our camp, while Heather is at home working with her supervisor to hammer out the final details.

We have about 2 months to go until our much-needed vacation and 4 months until Brian and Dustin visit us for a few weeks! Can’t wait to see you guys!

Cheers!

02 July 2011

National Spelling Bee


On the 24th, Craig and I took our two Regional Spelling Bee winners up to Natitingou for the National Spelling Bee.  Before we actually even left, we had a lot of hurdles that we had to jump over. 

First, our two winners had quit showing up to our English Club, so we had to tell the other kids to send them to our house if they see them.  Sure enough, within a week, both of them had shown up at our house and we started practice and study sessions with them.  We were only going to do them once a week like we were doing our English Club, but since they had so many words to review and they weren’t comfortable with them yet, upon their request, we started meeting with them twice a week for about two hours each time to review words.  This worked great for Yannik, the boy, but the second meeting, Marlyse showed up very late after I called her parents and then she quit showing up at all.  I called and they said she was in the hospital in Cotonou.  I didn’t quite believe them, so I went to her house after another session, but sure enough, she was sick and in Cotonou.  It sounds very serious when it’s phrased like that, but it’s normal for people to go to Cotonou for medical treatment because that’s where all the “good” doctors are. 

Our second big roadblock was the parents.  Neither set of parents wanted to just let some white people take their kid to the other end of the country for a weekend without meeting us and getting confirmation from the school that we were legit and weren’t going to sell their kids into slavery.  First we met Marlyse’s mom and she was supportive of what was going on, but left the decision of whether or not to sign the permission slip to her father, who is always in Cotonou.  Then we met Yannik’s mom.  She came to our house with him while we weren’t there, but luckily the school’s Censeur (like a Vice Principle) is out neighbor and he assured her that it was ok.  The next day, we had success in meeting with her.  Shortly afterwards, we learned from Marlyse’s mom that her father wasn’t going to let her go with us.  Surely it was because he didn’t know us, so we arranged to go back to their house the next day when he was supposed to be home so we could meet him.  We took Gilles, the Censeur, with us to ensure success and at first, they weren’t even home.  After waiting around for a while, they finally showed up and the father gave his blessing.

The final road block to all of this was at breakfast the morning of the departure.  We invited the kids and their parents over to our house before we had to leave for pancakes.  Yannik and his parents showed up on time (for Beninese standards) but Marlyse was no where to be found and everytime we tried calling, the answer we got was that they were coming.  The were coming from Cotonou, that is.  We weren’t sure if she was going to make it back from Cotonou in time to make our departure time.  Within the last 10 minutes before having to leave our house for the bus station, they all showed up.  Phew!  The families took their kids to the bus gare with us and waited there until we were on our way. 

It was a long 6 hour bus ride and it was the first time that either of them had been up north.  The furthest north Yannik had been was an hour north of Bohicon and Marlyse had been up north on the other side, but never on the side we were headed to.   Once we got there, they got to sign in and meet kids their own age from all over the country and immediately started playing with them.  It was nice.  I was sitting in a chair watching all the kids play when Marlyse came up to me and said, “It’s really nice”.  I assumed she was talking about the place, but she said the place, us, and everything.  That we, ourselves, are very nice.  All of our efforts to get that girl there paid off right then with that little token of appreciation. 

The kids slept at a private school called St. Augustine, which was ran by nuns.  The nuns prepared all the meals for all the kids and the volunteers and were super nice.  It was like being in camp again.  The majority of the volunteers slept at the workstation to save on space, which was fine with us since it also offered peace and quite with wifi. 

That first night, the PCVL in Nati took us to this artist’s house where he showed us a ton of his paintings.  His name was Joseph and he was from the Gambia and spoke English.  His paintings were super good and numerous.  I ended up buying two.  One of which, I’m selling to another volunteer later on who didn’t have the extra cash to buy it then.  Craig and I were both wishy-washy on how we felt about that painting anyway, which as I’ve learned, if you don’t absolutely have to have something, you probably don’t want it on your wall staring at you all day.  Joseph was really nice and served us tea, coffee, or sodas while we browsed.  He gives volunteers the bare-bone price because we’re “friends” of his.  He gets a lot of business from tourists and other people in town, but that’s business; the Peace Corps volunteers are his friends.  It was nice not to have to negotiate for something for once.

The next day we had breakfast, a couple ice-breaker games (I played Simon Says with them), and some study time, we had the Spelling Bee.  During our study time, Marlyse was really struggling since she didn’t study much since she didn’t think she was going to be allowed to go, but Yannik was killing it.  He was getting everything right, helping Marlyse, and just being a superstar.  So I was really REALLY disappointed when during the 3rd round of boys, his misheard “white” and spelled “wait”.  It was a huge bummer because he totally could have won if he didn’t mishear the word.  Surprisingly, the girls were dropping like flies in their round and Marlyse came in 3rd or 4th.  She could have won too if she didn’t mishear her word.  She was given the word “experience” but heard “experiment”.  What’s ironic about that, is that within the prior 24 hours, I must have told her 10 times that no matter if she wins or looses, she has already won because she has gotten to have this experience.  Oh well.  They had fun and got prizes for participating, which included a French/English dictionary—a rarity in these parts. 

The next day, we woke up super early to leave.  Craig and another male volunteer went to the bus to talk to the driver about stopping on the side of the road and picking us up so we didn’t have to all find motos and go over there since there was 15 of us total headed south.  While they did that, me and two other volunteers headed to the school.  We had to walk most of the way (which was kinda far) in the dark because there were no motos out yet.  We had told our kids to be up and ready to meet us at the school at 6am to catch our bus, otherwise we’d all have to sleep in the street that night.  They were all ready to go when we got there.  So we walked to the side of the road with our fish sandwich breakfasts and waited for the bus.  Once the bus pulled over and got us, we got on and Craig and I gave our delicious fish sandwich breakfasts to our kids since there was no way we were going to eat that.  We told them to wait and not to eat it until half way through the trip so they’re not hungry later and asking us for money like they did on the way up.  Since the money their parents gave them quickly ran out, I thought this was a great way to keep their tummies happy and our wallets happier.  But sure enough, by the time we got to Dassa (an hour north of Bohicon), they were asking for money for food because they ate their sandwiches too soon and were hungry.  This time, since we were so close to Bohicon, we told them that they had to wait until they got  home because we’re broke ass volunteers and we were hungry too.  They weren’t thrilled, but they accepted the lesson that they learned. 

On the bus after Dassa, for the remaining hour of the trip, we had to hear this guy selling traditional medicine on the bus scream about his products.  I put in my headphones for the ipod but couldn’t help noticing Marlyse’s hysterical laughter after everything that the guy was saying in local language.  I asked her what was so funny and she was just shocked at the “ridiculous” things this guy was saying about his traditional medicine.  Then she proceeded to call him a voleur (thief) since he was obviously full of it and selling people leaves and other useless stuff.  It was really cute and really funny watching her crack up at that.  Once in Bohicon, Marlyse’s parents were there to meet her and Yannik’s dad followed shortly after.  Overall, it was a really great weekend that I think will have a lasting impression on our kids.  

Everyone from the weekend

Yannik spelling a word

Marlyse spelling a word

Our two kids