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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Project Update: Dental Bamtaare Tooro Demo Garden Underway!


Beds of okra with and without mulch
 It’s been a long time since I have written any thing lately, mainly because I have been so busy and also because I took a short wonderful vacation to Greece a couple months ago, but now is the time to rectify this. What have I been so busy with? The past two months I have dedicated a large portion of my time to officially starting the Dental Bamtaare TooroDemontration Garden that I have mention a couple times before.

In the past few weeks, me and my work partners have cleared the gardening space and double-dug and amended 22 gardening beds. We have planted a vegetable nursery with bitter tomato, tomato, egg plant, hot pepper, and lettuce and directly seeded cucumber, watermelon, okra, turnips, and mint. We also have a small section of the live fence installed (a fence make of closely spaced thorny trees to keep out animals).

What I am most excited about is the moringa bed that we planted and have already been able to harvest! Moringa is an extremely nutritious tree that produces leaves that can be eaten raw or made in to a powder as an additive to the normal food eaten here. It is drought tolerant and does well in even in this arid climate. The first thing people notice about the garden is the beautiful, lush moringa as it’s the greenest thing probably in my whole village. Right now, my moringa is hanging up to dry before I teach my work partners how to make the powder. You all should really look up this tree.

Moringa bed before harvest
Drying the moringa
Moringa bed after harvest
Turnips with and without compost 
Anyways, because the purpose of the garden is to demonstrate improved gardening techniques, the garden is designed in a way to clearly show side-by-side comparisons of a specific technique. For example, in the mulching demonstration, there are two beds of okra right next to each other, one that is mulched with grasses and weeds in order to keep in moisture and one that is not. It is clear from looking as the two beds side-by-side that the mulched bed retains more water  and thus has to be watered less frequently than the non-mulched bed. All of the beds in the garden are designed in this fashion to give examples of various techniques including double-digging and compost, spacing, staking certain vegetables like cucumbers and tomatoes, etc.

When Ramadan (the Islamic month of fasting) is over and the garden is looking pretty nice, we will have a large training where all of the presidents of the women’s gardens in Dental’s 29 partner villages will come to the garden and learn techniques to take back to their village. After the training, I will visit each garden to see which techniques the women have adopted and which techniques they have not in order to gauge how the successful the training is as well as what techniques are both feasible and culturally appropriate for time-constrained women.  



Cute baby because no post should be without

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Ndiyam, or What's the Deal with Water?


Many people have asked me about the water situation in my area, seeing as I live in a desert and  am an agriculture volunteer. How does that work? My region, known as the Fouta, is indeed a desert; however, we are bordered by the Senegal River that branches out into several tributaries. Thus, while it only rains three months out of the year, those villages that are near a river have year round water access. Those villages that are not near a water sources have other means for accessing water.

Household Water

An old well that no one uses anymore 
In terms of water that is used by a household (drinking, batching, watching, cooking, etc), villages either have “robinets” (outside spigots), wells, or both. Women typically use ropes either with or without pulleys to lift water out of the well, which in my area are between 40 and 60 meters deep. Villages near rivers will tend to wash clothes and bathe in the river but usually will have a well or a robinet for drinking and cooking. Robinets in smaller villages and towns in the Fuuta are sometimes connected to “forages” or large towers that hold water that is pumped there from a nearby lake. Robinets can be powered by grid electricity or by solar panels.

In wealthier villages each family compound will have their own well or robinet. In less fortunate villages, several families will share a robinet or a well as is the case in my village. This practice poses several problems when there are cuts to robinet water. There are sometimes small arguments over who gets to fill up first and how much water each family is taking.

A forage that stores and pumps water to the robinet
 My village, for example, has a solar powered forage and robinet system. This means that on top of normal cuts to the water, there is no water when there are cloudy days or – as what happened a few days a go—a major sandstorm that blocks out the sun all day.  The months of December to February are usually overcast. During this time period, there can be cuts to the robinets for days at a time. When there is no water, my sisters take turns walking down the road to the nearest well and carry the water back on their heads.

Under sunny conditions, we usually have water between the hours of 11am to 12pm and 4pm to 5pm. Our family is lucky enough to have a robinet in our yard, so we tend to get first dibs over the other families. Once the water has been put into buckets and various other containers (plastic yellow vegetable oil containers are the most preferred), some is put into a clay pot which holds water for drinking. They rest of the containers are placed around the yard and in each building in the compound until they are needed.
A communal robinet with the yellow oil containers people use to store water

Agriculture

River irrigated agriculture on the far side of the bank
Villages who are situated along rivers strategically line up their fields along the banks of the river. Farmers then fill up buckets and watering cans from the river to water their fields. Sometimes, farmers have motor pumps that pump water from the river onto their friends when they are able to afford it or are given one – think farming collectives, political gifts from candidates, or NGO projects.

Villages who are not on a river, have two options: irrigated farming or rain fed farming. For rain fed farming, farmers are restricted to planting during the rainy season in July to early September. Typically, farmers who only plant in the rainy season farm field crops such as corn, beans, millet, sorghum, and rice. A farmer who only farms during the rainy season is at great risk of losing his or her crops if the rains are bad.

Rain-fed agriculture (a combination of beans and corn)
Other farmers are able to irrigate their crops by either relying on well or robinet water and hand watering or by using a canal-flood system. Farmers that water by hand are generally restricted in the size of their farming space unless they are able to hire people to water their fields for them. Additionally, most women’s gardens are hand watered by wells or robinets.

Taredji Canal 
Recently, there have been several large-scale irrigation projects in my region that have been funded by the government of Senegal, other international governments, and some NGOs. These groups hire foreign companies (especially from Portugal for some reason) to build large trenches and basins from rivers to nearby villages who do not have access to the river thus creating a large network of canals. Once villages have a canal, they place all of the farmland off of the canal, and then open gates to flood all of the fields at once. This means that all the farmers of the village have to plant things that require the same watering schedule. Canals enable famers in northern Senegal to grow year-round vegetables as well as rice, a staple in the Senegalese diet, without hand watering. My village operates on a canal irrigation system and is able to produce year-round vegetables and grains including onions, tomatoes, okra, and rice.

Overall, water is a scare resource in the Fouta. Those days with no water can be tough, but its more of an inconvenience in my town. Villagers have to walk far to go to the fields that are by the canal and cannot farm near their homes. My sisters and I have to walk to the well to get water on days that the robinet is cut. We are fortunate enough to have several sources of water and irrigated fields that other villages do not have.


Taredji irrigated fields on watering day







Friday, December 9, 2011

My New Home



I have finally been able to take and upload pictures of my room and my compound. I've been busy completing the base line survey of my community to see what types of projects they might be interested in doing and to learn more about my surroundings in general. When I am finished with that I'll post a summary about what I have learned. Also, I have finally gotten a new address. It is posted on the side bar, but here it is again: 
Meghan Mize
B.P. 6
Ndioum, Senegal
West Africa
  For now, enjoy these pictures of my house! 

My bed, mosquito net, and some of my stuff

My desk, clothes rack, and front door

View from one of my windows

View from the other window

View from my front door onto my family's compound

My bathroom



My water jug, filter, and gas cook stove

The wall where I keep all my stuff and pictures my niece and nephew drew me 

My desk (props if you can spot the D-unit) 



The shade structure and the building my room is in (behind the cows) 

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. 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Picture Time

This is another picture post! Yay! I am currently at the regional house in Ndioum waiting to install to my final site tomorrow. There have been a whirlwind of events since my last post including a beach trip, saying goodbye to my first host family, Taaske ( the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha), and Swearing In. I am now an official volunteer and will write more about my final site once I move in tomorrow.

                                                 Beach house in Popenguine, Senegal





                                                             Host Family Reception

My LCF and Binta Bah (mother of another trainee) dancing

Me and my favorite host mom Aisata 

Ngheho Training Group 

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Pictures!


Here are some pictures of my first month in Senegal! Sorry some are videos, and I don't know if they will actually work out. My family started messing with the settings on my camera. 


My family in Ngheeho (my training city) 






 The Disco Hut at the Training Center

 My room in Ngheeho 

 More pictures of my family. 

My sister Kaljeta and a neighbor. 

 My mom Aysata
         
 My mom Adjumata and my sister Aysata. 

Two of my sisters and my little brother Hadji (he is quite a trouble maker)

One of my sisters and my youngest brother Seedou. He is still somewhat scared of me. 

Me making a weird face and having my sister laugh at me. 




My sisters Kaljeta and Fatimata.  

 My street after a big rain. The water went up to my knees, and I had to swim home. 

My garden in Ngheeho