At least I was productive at home treating my skeeter net for a new season of blood sucking.
Lunch was zumbu hawru or the part of the corn that comes off in pounding. So, essentially koyraboro do eat whole grain, just in parts. We discussed a woman who is cursing Zubbu. She has taking much too much interest in Zubbu; the woman will follow her and even grab her in market. Zubbu thinks it is this witch who is responsible for her illness.
We died laughing when the old man from Koussoum, Toué, did an impression of Arabs. And then one of two cats getting it on…riiight…
I went back to the hospital in the afternoon and noticed 4 oil canisters were gone. 3 people have keys to our storeroom. I pray Bébé is staying honest—if not, how will we be able to nail the Chef? He passed by without greeting, clearly avoiding me after the tension over the PAM donation.
I went back to the hospital in the afternoon and noticed 4 oil canisters were gone. 3 people have keys to our storeroom. I pray Bébé is staying honest—if not, how will we be able to nail the Chef? He passed by without greeting, clearly avoiding me after the tension over the PAM donation.
I went to the bball court to give the “elite 8” (the most motivated girls) new jerseys and shorts.
Spent a little time preparing Sunday’s radio show (which never happened because they just had to sweep out the radio during our health show!!) and then got ready for the theater production that the youth performed in Gao. It was even better—probably more relaxed being in front of their friends and family only.
Sunday afternoon, over millet-flour sifting, Zubbu and I chatted. With the canceled Health Ed classes, canceled radio shows, change of management at Radio SONI, politics at the hospital, the trash pick-up coordinator clearly hiding something, etc etc I feel like my work is going nowhere! I suppose the more you do the more likely you are to have problems, especially in Ansongo. We have a 73% abandon rate in the Nutrition program. Bébé never wants me to leave and is reluctant to fill out charts and forms etc. ACF staff feels like I can’t leave either. It’s great to feel necessary, but I feel my good example/work ethic has only been abused. Zubbu thinks the day I leave the Nutrition Center will close. Be it lack of motivation or simply incompetence of the staff, or the stubbornness of local populations, she may be right. Considering ALL free medications and even help to people who come from afar in terms of eating expenses while at the hospital, I can’t believe why we have such poor statistics. It has to be shame or distrust of the system or reliance on destiny and the will of God.
Arabs came from Aliou’s village, Gaberro, with a camel and a horse. Zubbu didn’t have enough food for them. We had to make more zumbu hawru. While we cooked, naturally we chatted. This time about rooftop sleeping and how it is dangerous because you never know when a dust storm will come. Nor do you know if rebels will attack in the night. I hadn’t heard many rebellion-era (1991-92) stories before tonight.
Spent a little time preparing Sunday’s radio show (which never happened because they just had to sweep out the radio during our health show!!) and then got ready for the theater production that the youth performed in Gao. It was even better—probably more relaxed being in front of their friends and family only.
Sunday afternoon, over millet-flour sifting, Zubbu and I chatted. With the canceled Health Ed classes, canceled radio shows, change of management at Radio SONI, politics at the hospital, the trash pick-up coordinator clearly hiding something, etc etc I feel like my work is going nowhere! I suppose the more you do the more likely you are to have problems, especially in Ansongo. We have a 73% abandon rate in the Nutrition program. Bébé never wants me to leave and is reluctant to fill out charts and forms etc. ACF staff feels like I can’t leave either. It’s great to feel necessary, but I feel my good example/work ethic has only been abused. Zubbu thinks the day I leave the Nutrition Center will close. Be it lack of motivation or simply incompetence of the staff, or the stubbornness of local populations, she may be right. Considering ALL free medications and even help to people who come from afar in terms of eating expenses while at the hospital, I can’t believe why we have such poor statistics. It has to be shame or distrust of the system or reliance on destiny and the will of God.
Arabs came from Aliou’s village, Gaberro, with a camel and a horse. Zubbu didn’t have enough food for them. We had to make more zumbu hawru. While we cooked, naturally we chatted. This time about rooftop sleeping and how it is dangerous because you never know when a dust storm will come. Nor do you know if rebels will attack in the night. I hadn’t heard many rebellion-era (1991-92) stories before tonight.
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