January 4, 2008

My mornings always begin with a cup of tea and BBC world news/ “Wake up Africa”, in my attempt to stay connected with the real world. Though this morning I was absolutely shocked by two things. One was being the Iowan caucuses and the other having to do with the Beatles. Who knew Obama would stomp out Hillary so soon? I’m sure she’s in quite the need for retail therapy. More importantly it seems that the Beatles music is up for auction and is soon to be used for television commercials and God knows what else. Immediately I was saddened and disturbed by this. Here’s to hoping someone with enough sense will put a stop to this. My miniature rant has nothing to do with Africa, but I figure if people are going to read this I can discuss random and obsolete topics from my work here. It’s just disappointing to know music so pure is on its was to sell diapers.

Ok, back to Africa.

One of the major projects I have started working on is the Water Committee. Kate R., the volunteer I replaced found that water was a large problem and burden here. She started working on the project assisting the committee and receiving funding from an Dutch NGO, “Holland Helps Worldwide”. The problem here was that women and children had to fetch water that was only available down a steep and dangerous hill. It was especially unsafe in the rainy season when paths become slippery. Basically, the goal was to rehabilitate an old tank system that was put in place years ago and to get water closer to village. Fast forward to this week: a new pump has been installed which pumped water into 2 store tanks, 2 “stand taps” have been built in central/safe/close areas in village, and the water is flowing! The stand taps are areas where folks can fill up their buckets and containers. The 2 store tanks had been empty for 10 years, which says a lot about this accomplishment.

This is a wonderful and early example of projects in Africa; they need a lot of time and patience. Kate R. began working on this project early in her service and its unfortunate she wasn’t able to see it, just yet...though there are talks of a return trip of the 1st Kate! My major role now will be to assist with the management of the project. Since the pump will acquire electric bills each month, our next task is getting those paid for…i.e rallying the village to pay up. This will be done through word of mouth, talks with the fons (traditional head honchos in village), announcements at churches this Sunday, etc. We are in the midst of planning a “christening” ceremony near Easter as well. Seeing this project going through gives me hope that projects CAN be successful here, even though at times it may be slow going. Also, seeing the excitement and happiness from people is pretty amazing.

Notable event of this week:
My Monday and Thursday evenings are spent dining with the Sisters at the convent. This week the Provincial Sister for the Northwest came through for dinner. To welcome her, we presented her with special foods. I was given strict orders to dance and “tantalize” the Sister with the cake. Done and done. While the sisters sang, drummed, and clapped I danced around the dining hall...while holding a big cake. Yes, this is my life.

December 27

On my way to a meeting some folks in Mr. John’s bar stop me. Meetings never really start on time so I figure it’s a good way to meet some new folks. Halfway though my Fanta someone offers me a chicken for Christmas. He tells me to be around on Christmas day so one of his children can bring it over, kill, and clean it for me. Merry Christmas! At first it seemed like a good idea to ignore the holiday and pretend it was July. Though instead I decided to try and embrace it. This being listening to Xmas music non-stop, baking/delivering sugar cookies around, attending the hospital Christmas party, and going to mass on the big day.

Most of it was wonderful and a good experience. The hospital party was a hoot! Let me tell you. We basically had a “Secret Santa” dance party, this being you draw the name of someone and buy them a present. Instead of handing the recipient a gift you dance around the room with it and fake people out by making them think you are giving it to them. Just a side note, many people gave chickens out. So this meant people dancing around with well, live chickens. Sister Emma gave me a traditional purse with roasted peanuts (groundnuts as they are called here) inside. I experienced a Christmas miracle: The water in my house stayed on the whole time while I had a houseful of guests. When it goes out I pay kids to fetch water from down the hill, which still feels weird to do - but the children want to earn the money and it seems socially acceptable here. It was a nice holiday overall but being away from family and friends was much more difficult than I ever imagined.

Things are good though. Each day is so different but these activities are quite common: working on Pidgin, running from mice, cooking elaborate meals (because I have the time), greeting almost everyone I walk past (Afternoon! How? I be fine. How fo yu, ho fu skin?), reading (I’m averaging 2 books a week – yea!), and really just trying to find my place here. Work now has become life, which is fine by me. Some of my most successful needs assessments are sitting, chatting, and figuring out how I can help here. I’m looking forward to the new year in Africa and what it may bring.

Cheers to a happy, healthy, and beautiful New Year!

December 19

White man! Auntie Kate! Sister Kate! These are just some common greetings I hear as I walk around my new village. Half the time I assume people just think I’m Kate R., the volunteer who I replaced. I gave up on the Katherine name change and have since embraced Kate. It works and half the time it’s a joke, this village is the place for Kates. It makes things easy and I feel awfully welcomed when people automatically know my name.

Overall the past few days have been good. Surprisingly busy but I welcome it. I find I am much happier when I am out doing things and meeting new people. For the first few days when I didn’t really know anyone or what to do I thought, “Oh sheesh, this is going to be a long 2 years”. Though I have already made some friends in village to pass the time with. Prescaline who is a member of the Compassion Campaign assisted me with greeting the Fon down in Bafut. This meant waiting for a good two hours in one of his wives homes and drinking palm wine, a rather strong drink around these parts. It’s seen as a cultural faux pau to refuse drinks and food. Needless to say by around 2 pm we used each other’s support to walk back to our part of village. She cracks me up, especially when we run out of things to talk about and she sighs out a long-winded “wow”.

Along with palm wine, religion plays a rather large role in the village. About 1.5 hours into mass I began to drift on Sunday. I blame this on trying to get used to the length of church around here and the fact mass is spoken in Pidgin, a language I am in the midst of learning. Though in the bit of Pidgin I hear Kate R.’s village name, Manika being said. Before I know it I’m being ushered up to the podium, where Father instructs me to tell everyone my name. As I step up and turn I look out on to the girls from the private boarding school, all dressed in beautiful white dresses. I then realize about 350 people are waiting me to say my name and introduce myself. “I am called Kate”, I say. Applause and smiles soon follow and I have never felt so welcomed before. After mass I stood outside and greeted most of the congregation. Even though going to church was not a large part of my life before coming here it definitely will be here. It really gives you the ability to connect with people and get your face out in the community. Will I have perfect attendance for 2.5 hour-long masses? I highly doubt it.

It seems I’m not the only one struggling with mice, just to keep you all updated. My friend Kim who is also in the NW province lost a decent loaf of bread to those pesky critters. Seth sent me some moral support last night via text: “Hope all your mice are dead. One just ran across my foot”. Mr. Jesiah my gracious counterpart came over earlier today to declare “Operation catch the mice”, though mice traps are a bit different here. They consist of super sticky glue on cardboard, which unfortunately have the ability to catch other things such as lizards. I guess will have to count those 2 as casualties, sorry guys.

As for work I have been quite busy. Met with school principles today to talk about my hopes to start a girls health club and introducing this strange sport called Frisbee. Went to a Compassion Campaign group meeting last week, which was pretty productive. Defining work in the first few months or sort of difficult but in time it will work itself out. As volunteers now our real job is to get situated into our new homes, make friends, and really figure out the needs and how to do our part. Though in the 2 short weeks I have been here things are starting to come together. I’m starting to find my way around and I have found this truly is the place for me.

December 7 PCV

December 7, 2007

Today I made it to post, as a volunteer. Goodness gracious, goodbye to being a trainee. The Northwest gang boarded a bus headed for Bamenda. We made it safe and sound with aside from a breakdown along the way. Once we got into Bamenda Kim and I opened new bank accounts and hit the “white man store”, basically a place where you can get imported foods from Europe. We went out for a nice dinner and turned in early because it had been a long day. A contractor who works for the hospital, Mr.C picked me up this morning. Once I got into village I was welcomed with open arms and rushed into my new home. I spent all afternoon cleaning the kitchen. Mostly killing cockroaches and sweeping out mice poop. I have a message for the mice:

“Don’t come into my new house or prepare to die.”

Sure I’m a peace-loving gal but when it comes to those gosh darn rodents I can’t take it. One of the Sisters came over tonight to check on me. She reassured me the mice were gone; they caught 3 after Kate left. Fantastic, they’re gone. After Sister left I decide to do some more unpacking. Hangers, ok those go in the closest. I open it up only to find a mouse sitting on the rod starting at me. Good god. Not only do I have mice but acrobatic ones at that. First thing on my list tomorrow: Mouse poison that the nurses can mix up in the hospital. I’d much rather find a dead mouse than one eating my food.

I lucked out though; besides the mice my new home is wonderful. It is totally furnished and ready to be lived in. Most people in the group are opening new posts which means they’ll move into empty houses. Nura’s most recent text message pretty much sums it up:

“I’m currently in my house with no furniture and the power’s out. I’m lying on my thermarest which is on my bed frame. It’s actually pretty hilarious and actually blissfully wonderful.” Love it, Nura.

It’s quite strange being out of Bangante. I said goodbye to the host family and the rest of the volunteers. Getting used to being away from so many Americans will take awhile. Just adjusting to village life is going to be a task aside from starting work. I just have to be patient with things and how life is lived around here. Training isn’t really set up for smooth transitions: Say goodbye to everyone and everything in Oregon, Culture/language/etc shock plus a ton of Americans, say goodbye to things you’ve built in roughly 3 months/curfew and totally scheduled days, get wisked off to a village with no Americans and more freedom you’ve had since stateside, along with more time you’ve had in your entire life. EEK! Yeah eek is right.

Jumping right into work with the water project and getting things settled will get good for the first month or so. All I really want to do now is chat with people and figure out what is really going on here. Though Kate did her best to fill me in I have so much to learn, especially in terms of the water project. Other than that I plan on reading, running, and recruiting some kiddos for the health/Frisbee club. Life in Africa as a PCV is not what I expected, though I’m not entirely sure what I truly expected. Just know that I am fine and learning to live in my new world here.

**Side note. I have deleted my phone number and address on the blog. This is due to advice of the Peace Corps and my realization its quite silly to post such private info. If you’d like either just shoot me an email at: wrightk21@gmail.com

Also, another tip in sending packages. Use RED electrical or duct tape to seal the edges. Red and Africans don’t go well together so they’ll be less likely to look through my things.

November 24

November 24, 2007

Thanksgiving was a smashing success, or shall I say a mashing success. In order to fill the bellies of 50 volunteers/staff teams were created for food prep. Our team later claimed the name Team Ireland/Mashed potatoes. Preparation of potatoes in Africa requires 4 Irish lads, beacoup de butter, quite a bit of garlic, and a visit from gangster…Papa of Megan. We donned pilgrim top hats and bonnets in recognition of the special day, along with quite a bit of political incorrectness. Anywho since a turkey wasn’t found, 11 chickens were sacrificed instead. There was an abundance of wonderful comfort foods. Not to mention quite the performance from a soon to be named band and in my opinion covers Stones tunes quite well. All and all it was a fantastic fete, without famine. Here’s to hoping everyone had a wonderful holiday.

Stage is winding down. Though the amount of work has done the opposite. I suppose they meant to do that, keep us out of trouble. One more week of classes, head to Yaounde for logistical things, and back to Bangante for swearing in. It’s officially been over two months since we have arrived. Though time here is difficult to gauge. I blame this on wearing dresses and sunglasses most everyday of the week. Though overall things are well. Since my language has improved things are better with my host family. I tested to my French level so I can begin Pidgin classes as well.

I recently learned a grand difference between American families and those here in Cameroon. This was brought on when I learned my host sisters aren’t actually sisters, they’re cousins. That’s how it works here Nieces, nephews, sisters, cousins, or whoever lives together. Since my host folks are quite well off and live in the city they take on family members to put them through school. Marian is the only child of my host parents and my other 3 siblings are cousins. Their parents live out of town in petite villages. Marian is the youngest of 5 siblings, the rest are grown. I find there is something beautiful about a family really taking care of each other, which extends far past the “immediate” family.

A note on packages/mail:

Thank you to everyone sending things. It feels like Christmas when things arrive – no joke! Mostly because the build up is over a month – ha! When they said it was slow this was the truth. Unless the package is sent DHL (which costs a good arm and a leg) it’s going to take over a month or so. It seems that packages sent via flat rate boxes (through the US postal service) get here in pretty good shape. Also write “Sister Katherine” on it. Religious symbols like crosses help too. People in the postal system tend to give religious packages priority, or that’s the rumor here at least. If it has religious verses or symbols people are less likely to rifle through it. If you are sending food make sure to put it in Zip Loc bags so it doesn’t leak on other things.

What I’ve received so far:

2 postcards from Lauren @ John Hopkins!

1 Halloween card from Dad and Carol, which I received ON Halloween - nice timing folks!

1 card from the Shaddy Shack

1 Turkey Day card from Momma and Bill

1 card from Veronica – aww shucks!

My first package from Dad and Carol – fantastic! Just wonderful: a box filled with Luna/Cliff bars (great for traveling), hand sanitizer (Carol’s got me set for the next two year – yea!), deodorant (I’m good for about 4 months!), nail polish which I painted my host sisters nails with, a journal, a pumpkin Pez, gum (great cause its hard to find sugar free here), and perfume (a lovely scent to lessen my stench).

Thank you SO much!! I understand it takes a lot of time, money, and patience to send things all the way over here. I appreciate it so much. I can’t imagine being here without a family and friends at home who supports and loves me, so thanks again.

My next entry will be as an official Peace Corps volunteer!

Love,

KT

November 18

November 18, 2007

Site visit came and went. I finished up with that malaria business just in time. Kate was a fantastic host to have. All of the health volunteers headed to Bamenda together and stopped for a bite to eat at Uncle Sams (how fitting for a bunch of white kids) before departing for village. It was the first slice of pizza I’ve had in a long time, sure not Dream but still fabulous! We did a bit of food shopping at the “white mans store” (has imported products mostly from Europe) and the open market. On our way out of town Kate introduced me to a pharmacist she has been working with on diabetes education. Pharmacy, eh? OSU has a good pharmacy program now that I remember it. Little did I know he was a graduate of OSU! A picture of commencement in Gill along with other Corn-valley memorabilia threw me – that’s what life in this country is like. You never have a clue as to what or who the day may bring.

After a 20 minute taxi ride we ended up in Village, dropped our bags and went to do the rounds. Basically meet as many people as possible. First stop, the Fons palace. Present gift to Fon, which was a bottle of wine. Stand up when he walks in, sit down when he does. Say a few words oh and don’t cross your legs. There is something taboo about showing him the bottom of your feet. Check and check! We met up with some members of the HIV/AIDS Compassion group. It was great to see so many welcoming faces whom I’ll be collaborating with soon. After that we were off to greet the Mayor and other important officials. At first the 2 Kate’s jokes were awfully funny and silly as we laughed along with everyone we greeted. Though the jokes only got better when the 3^rd Kate, an Agricultural volunteer who will be posted about 45 minutes away from my village stopped in for a visit. It will be lovely to have her so close especially since we’ll hopefully collaborate on projects. I’m pretty sure these nice people in village will only think of American women as people whom are tall and come with the name Kate. So folks you know what that means – I’m changing my name again!

For those utterly confused with my name changing over the past few years, I am here to settle the score. The folks name a gal Katherine, she goes by Katie till university, which turns into crew/rowing Katherine, then into Frisbee Kate and now back to Village Katherine. The queen of the palace gave me the name Suri so I’ll probably go by that too.

Back to post. Went to my first water committee meeting, overwhelming but good. It’s great to see people coming together to work for the common good in their village. It’s a very interesting and complicated project which I’ll gab about later another time. Though the important thing is that things are moving along and motivated people are on board, which is more I could ask for in my first major project. That evening we had dinner with the sisters of the convent. There are about 25 of them and they are quite the gals!

One afternoon we went out to toss the disc near the girls boarding school. There were quite a few children playing soccer and came over to throw. It was a nice warm evening and we could hear the girl’s choir singing in the background. The kids were having a lot of fun playing a new interesting game. I was thinking oh how great is this, I can’t wait to swear in and move here. Then bam! I smack some innocent little girl in the face with the disc. That’s life in the Peace Corps, you think its all fantastic and then back to reality! She ended up getting a bloody nose. Sheesh, I felt terrible. Though she was fine and we kept playing. Some of those kids had some pretty sick one handed grabs! It was great to see for sure. I am hoping to integrate the sport into a health club at the school.

Now we head into the next two weeks of training. I only have one level of French left to meet then I can begin French classes. Fantastic!

November 1

November 1, 2007

My alarm went off this morning, I first thought “ugg, I need more sleep” then the thought of post announcements came into my head. I sprang out of bed, only to be shut down by the mosquito net…whoops.

Anywho back to post announcements! We all were handed a piece of paper folded in half with our post – ahh! Then we all looked at the same time – it felt like Christmas, without the commercialism and wrapping paper though. I will be posted in the Northwest Province in a small village working with a Medical Center along with other community groups. The NW province is quite developed for the most part in comparison to the other 10 provinces in Cameroon. The town I’ll be living in is about 30 minutes away from Bamenda, which is a rather large city boasting a population of 235,000. I am absolutely thrilled with my post!! The Northwest is an Anglophone region, which means it’s technically English speaking along with Pidgin English. After I meet my French level I will begin taking Pidgin classes. I will be replacing a current volunteer, whom by coincidence is also a Kate. She was in town last week and I had a chance to speak with her. It sounds like a wonderful place to be posted with numerous opportunities for interventions.

As I understand the main focus will be a water project. In addition to the water, I will hopefully be assisting a VIH/SIDA compassion support group. On Monday I will meet my counterpart. He or she will help me integrate into the community and get things rolling. I will know much more about the post after that meeting. Also, on Wednesday all volunteers leave for a weeklong site visit to check things out. I am really looking forward to this. The idea of Peace Corps has been such as ambiguous idea in my mind for so long. It is really fantastic to be at this point in training. Being able to actually SEE the site and meet community members is really exciting. Also, quite a few trainees will be posted within an hour of Bamenda so it will be great to meet up with them once a week or so. There are also volunteers close by to Bamenda who are currently working already.

My home is situated in the medical center. From what I hear it is quite nice and not what I expected at all. For a few months out of the year, the guest room will be occupied with European doctors or nurses whom are visiting and working at the med center. I had the option of having my own home off site. Though I think this sounds like a wonderful chance to meet new folks. Also, if it doesn’t work out I can always change living arrangements. Overall, this post sound very structured, though with room to explore new projects. I am really grateful for this opportunity and can’t wait to travel to Bafut next week! It feels like the right fit and I couldn’t be happier.

I moved from the Northwest, only to move to another Northwest. YEA!

Cheers and much love!

KT