Falafel Flop

So, turns out Malians don't like falafel. Well, my teammate and I enjoyed it!! And actually with the tahini we got in Bamako, the bean-based hommos actually tasted pretty delicious with the fresh cucumbers I found in market!

I am glad I got a chance to cook after this morning. Saw the smallest baby ever: 20 days and still only 1kg390g. The mother claimed she had no breast milk. Really, this was her first child and it seemed like she just didn't know how to breastfeed. She said she carried the baby to term without any illnesses--but regardless I couldn't help thinking how badly this child need neo-natal care at only 3lbs!!

Zubba taught me how to properly recognize good beans. The kilo I bought was infested with bugs and when floated in a calabash, most proved inedible. Now I know.

It is difficult cooking even "American" food, because the Malians still tell you you are doing everything incorrectly. I didn't know how to pound spices. Nor mush up cooked beans into a puree. We couldn't fry the falafel properly, and ants got all over our bread. Plus, they declared the falafel "not tastey."

One redeeming factor: I swear Bebe is the only 2 year-old Malian who knows the word "falafel" and actually asks when we will eat it again. Ya gotta win them over when they're young and impressionable evidently!

Persuasion

Three volunteers from the stage before mine came to Ansongo to persuade the doctors to take them out on a Guinea Worm mission.

At first, my teammate and I were a little worried about how we'd meet up with them. Neither of us had any money left other than 2000F to ride the bus to Gao and get to the bank (I have enjoyed truthfully telling Malians I have no money--they laugh when I use the line "I don't even have one CFA to my name!"). But luckily my counterpart was waiting with the three outside our town general store. We dropped stuff at my place and headed over to find the doctors. We tracked down one of the doctor's wives who told us where we could find them (the hospital was deserted after 5pm) and at first I thought we were interrupting a meeting but it turns out it was just poker night. With tears forming in their eyes, the three volunteers argued their way onto the mission team. A car had broken down, so it seemed like the chances of going were slim. but two of these three were leaving the country at the end of the month. So they really really argued their case (in perfect Bambara) and said they would even ride on top of the truck just as long as they could go. The doctors (from the South so this was the first time they had heard someone speaking their language) were amused and acquiesced to the PCVs' request. I was impressed at their negotiating skills!

Dinner was at my counterpart's where she made us greasy semolina pasta. A real treat. ORTM (Malian TV) was showing a special on Keplerian physics. Now, I turn to one of the PCVs and ask them if they are even following it. My French isn't awful, but I was a bit lost. I asked Bebe if she understood. Nope. Made me wonder why they don't just stick to health awareness campaigns and information on citizenship....we star gazed on my roof before going to bed. Sadly, my amoebas kept me busy all night.

Mariam prepared for us one of the best breakfasts I've seen in Mali. A whole chicken in broth with fresh bread, hot sweet milky tea, and corn "stir-stir" with fresh milk. Too bad I was in no mood to eat. ORS for me!

We headed to the hospital to discuss logistics. The Carter Center consultant heard about the PCVs persuading the doctors and was impressed. Evidently a whole mission was planned just for them. Sure, the shiny Ordre de Mission on PC stationary helped too. One of the doctors shuttled us around to get baggage and deliver the paperwork to the Conseil de Cercle. Because my system had rejected everything I put into the last 24 hours, I was a bit light headed, and as I was thinking to myself how nice that chair looked--as people were joking with fonctionnaires about their names--I fell over. Deemed "graceful" with my spotters at hand, I was amused by Malians' reactions. "Mariam, taking a little rest there?" Yes, I thought I'd take a little nap in the dirt entry way of a government building. Ha. And all the doctor we were with said, "You should eat more." Right. Thanks. Mostly people just went about their business. Again, I see how 'we all got problems.'

I took it easy the rest of the day, whereas the PCVs went over behind the river to play on the rocks and boulder where they could. They went out on mission just as black ominous clouds rolled in...glad I gave one of them my rain coat!

Funny haha

How it was originally told by Aliou, Zubba's husband and one of my favorite Malians:

Une fois, un ONG a décidé de faire une enquête au tour de monde. La seule question le dans: "S'il vous plaît, qu'est-ce que votre opinion sur la pénurie alimentaire dans la reste de monde?" D'abord, ils ont commencé avec les chinoises. Mais "s'il vous plaît" les chinoises ne comprennent pas. Ensuite, ils ont demandé les pays d'Europe Orientale. Mais les Européens de l'Est ont répondu, "Notre opinion? On n'a pas des opinions. C'est l'état qui commande." Et puit, les membres d'ONG ont posé la question aux Europe Occidentale. Les Européens de l'Ouest ont dit: "La pénurie? On sais pas la pénurie. Ça n'existe pas en Europe." L'ONG a continué avec Afrique. Mais les gens là-bas conaissent pas "alimentaire" veut-dire. Ils ne voient jamais les aliments! Finalement, l'ONG est parti pour les Etats-Unis et a demandé la même question. Mais, les Americans sont confondus par la dernière partie de la question. Ils ont demandé: "La reste de monde? Qu'est-ce c'est?"



My translation:

Once an NGO decided to conduct a survey around the world. The only question on it: "Please, what is your opinion on food insecurity in the rest of the world?" First, they began with the Chinese. But the Chinese don't understand the word "please". Next they asked Eastern Europeans. But they responded, "Our opinion? We have no opinions. It is the state who decides." Then the members of the NGO asked the states of Western Europe. They said: "Insecurity? We don't know insecurity. It doesn't exist in Europe." The NGO proceeded onto Africa. But there people didn't understand what "food" meant. They never see food! Finally, the NGO went to the United States and asked the very same question. But the Americans were confused with the last part of the question. They asked, "The rest of the world? What's that?"



I couldn't believe how frank he was in telling the joke. I was surprised this would be how a Malian sees development. Course, Aliou isn't your average Malian: he is in a monogamous marriage, has lived elsewhere in West Africa, speaks fluent French, and has been known to read French translations of literature such as "The Odyssey." That having said, sadly I don't find the reality of complacency in the West much of a joking matter. I mean, the last large-scale famine only ended in 1985--and since then rebellion and climate change make life hard to live. I guess it's good they can laugh about it.

Reality

I went with the president of Bongfeeri to see the mayor about the chairs and tables he promised us. Despite his annoying insistence on me finding a koyraboro husband, he was very honest about the situation of development here.

Bureaucrats essentially work for free. There is no money to pay them. No one pays taxes either--even at the low low price of $2 (1000F) a year per member of the family! So the Mayor can't fund projects. I wish I could do a non-partisan good-citizenship campaign. Such as, "Come on, you want roads that don't fill with water spreading disease and fostering mosquitoes when it rains? Then pay your taxes!" "You want free mosquito nets? Pay taxes!" It is quite annoying knowing people want development but don't want to do what it takes to get there. Sure the economy needs to expand--rather the market economy needs to become independent of foreign aid--in order for people to be able to afford taxes but that would take business opportunities and entries into the global market. At least the mayor approved us getting the chairs from the school board. Now let's go get them!!

Playing herdswoman

With Bebe still not back from Gao and most staff in a training for regional Chef de Poste Medical, I had to handle baby weighings on my own. 38 weighed and many requiring milk or porridge explanations. Or weaning advice. Sometimes I feel like my head will explode doing it all! Yelling for this one to take the baby's clothes off, that one to take her hands off the baby in the hanging scale, another one to give me the baby's name as I write her registration and the number of kilos for another baby's chart, and then demand another one to listen to my advice etc. etc. Whew.

The president of the Health and Hygiene Committee wants to do another project. We still haven't gotten funding for the garbage collection one! He showed me this description of a project emphasizing how they wanted American donors because Americans like hands to be washed. Right. I explained we shouldn't be picky in terms of nationalities, everyone should value clean hands!! Plus we discussed how making it a soap-making and hand-washing project would make it sustainable. Now if only the garbage collection project can be funded and I can close-out on the Girls' Club project so I can apply for more Partnership funds...then this would also be doable.

Great radio show on water treatment where I went script-less and we covered everything I wanted to talk about. I have to get better about witty "last words" so we can conclude with something other than greetings. I am getting better with being able to just answer questions M. Haidara poses and feeling like we are simply conversing about good health. Which I hope makes it more accessible to listeners.

I helped my teammate go get his goats (his old house caved in due to rains) but we left to late in the evening and so soon I found myself leading a nanny goat across town in the dark. I was attempting to use the clicks I hear Abba using all the time. And she would respond to me; though, clearly she wanted to bolt every time a car or truck or moto passed us. Probably knew she lost too many cousins to that sort of untimely death before. My teammate had her kid in his arms, and if he strayed too far nanny goat would go nuts. Screaming. Mwehhhh! Mweeeeeeeehhh! Despite utter blackness (a moonless night) people still knew we were white and comments of "Eh, Anasarey du hancin izey! The whites have goats now!" followed us across town.

Work frustrations

This morning I made myself busy during the two hours I had to wait for the women to show. Sweeped out the entire sewing center and finished Snow Crash (must get my hands on more Stephenson. Sure, he likes to monologue, but that meant I learned a lot about Sumerian history and coding. I did get bugged by him using characters as props--introducing them to make a point and never finishing the story line. It would make a good screenplay). When the women showed up, we talked about what we need to do for the umpteenth time. Cannot...lose...patience...
We need supplies to be bought from the pool of money they have collected; to get chairs from the school board; and finally get papers attesting to our presence in this building. Why they couldn't have done this one, in my absence, and two, like 4 months ago is beyond me. At least this morning they did go over the whole story.

About two years ago, right when the hospital was built, it was a golden age for the association Bongfeeri (lit. "enlightened/opened minded"), where they had space in this old maternity but instead of machines they would sit on mats and embroider sheets to sell. They wouldn't just come on weekends, but every day of the week once work at the home was done. They'd chat and cook brochettes (meat skewers) and hospital staff would come over and eat lunch at noon. Then the Mayor's office kicked them out when they were building a new place. All of the association's things were taken to a storage room in the then Conseil de Cercle, now ancien Conseil de Cercle where eventually everything was lost. Canneries, buckets, stoves, brooms, mats, chairs, benches, etc all gone. So their story goes. Zubba, who is no longer with the group but was, claims all the members made off with the materials and just refuse to bring them back. Either way, we are starting at square one, with much more discouraged women. So I understand the delays now but just wish either a) they would bring all the stuff back or b) be thankful they have been granted a second chance (now that all the admin buildings are newly built) with these machines I got through USAID. But I guess moving on takes a little more time here...

Article on Women's Day

“Rôle et place de la femme dans la lutte contre la pauvreté au Mali.” Goes the theme of the pagne of the July 31st Pan-African Women’s Day. According to the advocate of women in the town of Ansongo, Gao region, Mme. Hamsa Maiga, women need to first be educated to understand the importance of development; they need to be involved in the education of children, the improvement of community health, credit and savings schemes, and income generating agricultural or artisana projects.
In Ansongo, the day began with a conference of many responsables of town: two village chiefs, the Commandant de Cercle, Mme. Maiga, presidents of women associations in town, and the High School English teacher, M. Haidara, who is actively involved in awareness campaigns and radio shows. Attendence was high—women from all over the circle came into town to listen. Mme. Maiga was encouraged many young women of town attended, for she believes youth need to listen and understand what they can specifically apply to better the position of women in the future.
But is simply listening sufficient? I was struck by the lack of input from the women seated on mats in the very crowded room where the men sat in front on slightly more comfortable chairs. The Commandant’s address, much like Mme. Maiga’s opinion on the role of women in the fight against poverty, was largely rhetorical. The question immediately came to mind, ‘What can we concretely do to improve the position of women?’ After the conference, Mme. Maiga told me if we want women to be able to lift themselves up out of poverty (literally the Sonrai phrase she used was to ‘pick themselves up’), we need to facilitate them taking their kids to the doctor when they are sick, we need to tell young women about STIs and HIV/AIDS, we should give youth apprenticeships with skilled workers, we need to give them opportunities to make money like soap making, tailoring, or gardens, and we need to be advocates for women who do not readily speak up for themselves.
On the day of the fête, Mme. Maiga mobilized the women to plant trees in Ansongo in order to show how women contribute to their community and environment. With USAID’s program “Sewing for Development,” I’ve been able to put tools in the hands of a collective of women in town to sew baby clothes. Peace Corps Partnership is enabling a curriculum targeted at 6th grade girls to have them be more knowledgeable of good health and hygiene as well as be encouraged in school. Up in Gao, Sarah Peters works with women entrepreneurs on numerancy in hopes they can soon learn bookkeeping. This is work which has direct results, work that will allow the women to have a stake in their own development.
Mme. Maiga expressed the desire to have the women themselves organize the day next year. With increased responsibility, there is ownership and motivation. “If they could only realize the role they play, [the women] will be able to prevent further deterioration of their place in society,” said Mme. Maiga. She hopes in the future women will be more involved in lowering illnesses which frequent their homes and adopt family planning practices. The most important thing for them to be is organized. To receive help to make the community aware of the fight against poverty—to make the whole community understand their needs.
It is easy to get discouraged in such endeavors. Later in the day, when I was at the hospital chatting with the staff of the maternity, a women complimented my outfit made out of the July 31st pagne. She wished she had the money to spend on clothes to celebrate. In fact, after the men had left the conference room at the Conseil de Cercle, the only topic Mme. Maiga discussed with the women was the failure of them to organize pagne distribution. No one had saved up enough to afford the fabric. Though it is clear priorities on getting fabric may be misplaced, it clearly shows the need to work with women on how to save money and use credit responsibly. When I was ready to go to the dance party in the community square, I asked two women I chat with from time to time, “Come, let’s go dance and celebrate your day.” One responded, “We’re hungry. People can’t celebrate if they are hungry.”
So, what is the role of women in the fight against poverty in Mali? Currently, it is to sit silent, be told by well-meaning men what they need to do to ‘pick themselves up,’ when they don’t even have the means celebrate a day meant for them. Nevertheless, I hope PCVs throughout the country had a good Women’s Day this July 31st. I hope this day next year especially, and every day in between, we can all do more to promote the work of women in the march towards a more developed Mali.