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Friday, November 25, 2011

Milk

My family's cows in our yard


I have just moved in with my sort of maybe permanent family in Tareedji. Tareedji is located in the Futa (a general region in the north of Senegal). This region is predominately made of herders whose wellbeing depends on livestock as a source of milk and meat. As such, I have been drinking a lot of milk.

Milk in Senegal is a completely different substance than in America. In America, most people buy their milk at a grocery store. It comes is a carton. There are a few select and consistent varieties of milk: nonfat, 1%, 2%, whole, heavy cream, etc. In America, milk is pasteurized and refrigerated. Typically, Americans consume milk in cereal, to bake or cook with, as a additive to certain beverages i.e. tea an coffee, or to drink from a glass. Close to none of these hold true for Senegalese milk.

Senegalese milk is as varied as it is mysterious -- at least to me as an American outsider. Clearly it is not mysterious to my family. It comes in many forms from sweet to sour, warm (from the outside temperature or from the cow itself) to chilled, creamy and smooth to chunky and somewhat curdled.

In Tareedji, people also consume milk in many ways Americans do not.
·      After milking the cow into a wooden bowl specially designated for this purpose, Senegalese people either use a large ladle or drink the warm milk straight from the bowl.
·      Another common way to drink milk is to mix the milk in a large jug with water and sugar until the milk fats have consolidated. You are left with a sweet watery-milky drink with milk chunks floating in it. Sometime, people drink this from cups or, again, from large bowls with a ladle that is passed from person to person. This milk is surprising good, especially when served chilled (from ice that you buy from a boutique in small plastic bags—not a refrigerator).
·      Similarly, this kind of milk can be poured over Senegalese-style couscous and for some reason I do not quite understand, it ends up tasting like chunky oatmeal covered in banana-flavored yogurt.
·      Plain unprocessed milk can be added to a dried fish/bean sauce and served over couscous for a savory and salty dinner. Note: I have not had this in Tareeji, only in my CBT site in Ngheho.
·      Milk—both plain and with sugar—can also be bought in individual plastic bags which are sold at boutiques.  As with many Senegalese beverages (water, bissap, baobab juice), to drink these, you must tear a hole in the bad with your teeth and drink it from the bag. 
·      You can also purchase milk by approaching any milk sellers (my family for instance) and pour milk from their buckets into whatever contain you have on hand.
Most of these forms of milk are drinkable if not delicious, except straight from the cow. Even though my family serves me unprocessed milk multiple times a day I still find it difficult mentally to personally milk a cow (which I have down twice now!) and then drink its warm milk from the bowl. At first, I told my family “Mi susa” which means I have no courage. But they milk the cows and by cultural obligation offer me some so many times a day that I cannot refuse. Not surprisingly, I have not gotten sick at all from this milk despite what my Peace Corps-issued health book has to say about milk. Most likely Senegalese milk is better for me anyways because of the way the animals are treated here and how the milk and the cows are not pumped with hormones, but who knows. One day I will stop telling my family I have no courage and drink up. 

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Site Announcement and CBT Site


I have just returned from a two week stay in my training village in Ngheeho, Senegal. First off before describing what living in small town in Senegal with very little language skills or cultural understanding is like, I have exciting news! When we got back to the training center, they announced where our permanent sites would be. For the next two years I will be living in Taredji, which is a small town in the very most northern part of Senegal right on the border of Mauritania. It is a very conservative Muslim area, and many people are herders. There are two areas of the town one that has between 1,000-2,000 people and one section that has between 5,000-6,000 people. As far as the urban sites the other volunteers in my stage are going to, this is pretty small. However, many of the agroforestry and sustainable agriculture volunteers are in villages with around 200 people. I will be close to several people from my training group (shout out to Erin and Raphael) but sadly will be separated from some people in my langage learning group. Currently, another volunteer works in my site and has several projects going on including a hospital garden and a very successful demonstration garden where he holds trainings on urban farming techniques. I am very excited to get to my site and start working! 

Right now, I am focused on learning the language and culture in my Community Based Training (CBT) site.  This usually involves me making a fool out of myself and having my family and my language teacher laugh at all of my "toubab" (foreigner) mistakes. My family, in particular my grandmother Fatimata, has taken affinity to teaching me inappropriate body parts and making me say them to their friends. A typical morning involves me walking to class and being stopped by random old women on the street who have heard of the toubab who knows how to say "butt" in Pulaar. After this, wild laughter ensues. Pulaar is the craziest language in the world, by the way. It was a verb for every single thing you can possibly think of. Instead of having prepositions, there are different verbs for "to eat", "to eat with", "to eat for", and "to eat at". Also, there are about 20 different pronouns for different types of nouns like liquids, people, trees, etc. They each have their own version of "the". The list goes on and on. 

Culture-wise, I have a very good language and culture teacher that is very strict and has a lot of attitude. Her name is Fatimata (different than my grandmother), and we affectionately call her Sassimata due to her playful but direct sense of humor. She makes sure we know when we have crossed some sort of cultural rule.  My family is very helpful by introducing me to all of our extended family so I can practice greeting people, which is very important culturally and religiously in Senegal.  My family has two wives and one dad and about 12 children plus some miscellaneous relatives that live in our compound. My dad works in large scale livestock business and also sells milk in the market. I frequently sit at the market in the evenings with one of my mothers (who is 24 and has five children, the oldest of which is 10) and practice my Pulaar and various ways to turn down marriage proposals. This is my favorite time of day because my mother buys me peanuts and bananas to eat while I wait for her. 

I will be at the training center for four days and then will be heading to the north to stay with a current volunteer in my area to see their projects and learn about their work. I will end here because I am being eaten alive by mosquitos. Until next time! 

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Hello from Thies, Senegal!

Hello everyone! This in now my fourth day in country! I am living on the PC Senegal Training Center in Thies (pronounced Chess) which is about a 1-2 hour drive inland from Dakar. I will be here for nine weeks, traveling back and forth between my Community Based Training (CBT) village where I will be focusing on learning language and culture. Right now I am in Pre-Service Training (PST). So far, there have been a lot of information sessions about what we are actually going to do here. And of course there has been a TON of paperwork; PC is still a government agency after all. Nothing major is going on as of yet so I'll just list some things I've been doing/ interesting tidbits.


  • The Disco Hut is in fact a hut with a disco ball in the center. It's open on all sides and is a general meeting/hang out place. I spend a lot of time there. 
  • There is a tree over the Disco Hut with EXPLODING PODS! How cool is that? 
  • I have about 20 mosquito bites on my arms and legs, but no worries! I'm taking my malarian meds. 
  • There are about four flea-infested cats that roam around that try to eat all the food during meal. I have a strong desire to pick them up and cuddle but so far I've had enough self control. 
  • I've started learning Wolof and have some basic phrases down like greetings and travel words. Naka wa ker ga? (How is the family over there?) 
  • Yes, it is super hot and humid. It's the wet season, so there are frequent storms with strong winds and lightening. 
  • Most meals (and all the lunches at the center) are eaten in communal bowls with about four or five people around them. Shout out to Stacey-- the spoon is used exclusively (in village you usually eat with your hands). 
  • Meals at the center are typically rice with a sauce and some sort of meat (beef/chicken/fish). There is always salad at dinner. It is always delicious. 
  • So far I have played one game of basketball and three games of volleyball. During the last game today, one of the poor cats was hit dead-on with a ball spiked from the neat. It didn't even flinch. 
  • We had a meeting today about what types of things we will do as Urban Ag volunteers, and I am very excited to get started!
I miss you all, and please write me e-mails or letters! 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Going to the Moon? Nah-- to Senegal!

I recently returned from a trip to Central Florida to watch the last space shuttle launch take off from Kennedy Space Center. While there, I got to meet a ton of really cool people involved at NASA as well as the World Bank, Apple, Disney, and more. All of these incredible people were there to witness the launch and be inspired by it.  We also all came together to discuss the future of NASA and of the space industry as a whole. The entire experience was amazing, and I got to have so many great conversations with very intelligent individuals. 

As I am not particularly a tech or space person, when meeting all these new people, I was frequently introduced as the girl going into the Peace Corps. Really, the only reason I was there in the first place is because my boyfriend works at NASA. The responses I got when I or anyone else told people I would be going to Senegal for 2+ years to work on Urban Ag were varied and amusing. A majority of the time, the initial response was "Sen-a-gal? Where is that?". Most people hadn't even heard of the country let alone knew where it was. It's in West Africa by the way-- I added a map of the African continent to my blog as soon as I got back from Florida, just in case you need a reference. They looked at me like I was absolutely insane to leave all the comforts of home and the technology they held so dear to work in a garden in Africa. While Peace Corps is definitely not for everyone, many of them at least seemed to respect my decision.

On the other side of the spectrum, there were a select handful who had a lot of travel experience and knew a lot about development work. These people were over the moon (sorry for the space reference) excited for me and wanted to know every last detail about what I would be doing and where I would be. I got to have an in-depth conversation about theories of sustainable development while waiting in line for the Norway ride at Epcot as well as a conversation about urban gardening techniques during "The Land"--  a boat ride that lead you through a series of greenhouse to take an inside look at innovative agriculture research being done at Disney World (the coolest ride of the day). One guy was even going to visit Dakar in a couple of weeks and said he would "do some recon" for me.

At a meeting about the future of NASA, one person made a comment that the agency focused too much on astronauts as heros when really they are just everyday people, and every day people do heroic things all the time. She turned to me and said, "You are doing the Peace Corps for two years. You are the real hero."  Me, a hero? I don't know about that. I'm going to Senegal to learn as much as I can about development work and to immerse myself in a new culture, not to be hero. Many people I've talked to about my service talk of me "going over there" to "help" and "make a difference in people's lives". But really, I'm the one that is going to be doing the learning and gaining so much more out of the experience. What can I as a recent grad in Development Studies with little to no real skills do to change people's lives? I have no idea. All I can do is open my eyes and ears and learn from the people around me. Hopefully, I will learn more about Urban Agriculture and help on an grassroots level at least in some small way, but hero is a label I do not take on easily. 

Overall, the week was a success. After much doubt that the shuttle would launch on time due to terrible Florida weather i.e. normal Florida weather, it went off with out a hitch and was absolutely amazing and inspiring (a word that was thrown around a lot). A couple even proposed next to us as we were watching (she said yes!). I got to meet and talk with people from all over the country working on space, open government, technology, international development, entertainment,  and even innovative ways to educate kids. I guess as Nathan Fillion would say, "Everyone's a hero in their own way" (sorry for the cheesiness).  



An aside-- if you are ever in Orlando, go to a place called Tasty Wok.