Weather the Storm

The last two weeks have been every eventful, both in good and bad ways. Last Friday my group and I did Marathon March, which was a 20 kilometer trek through some of The Gambia’s jungle, rice fields, and mangrove swamps. This was my favorite part of training so far. I have always enjoyed hiking and backpacking back home, so this was right up my alley. There was no set trail that we would walk; we just went right through all the rough terrain. My favorite part was going through the mangrove swamps. Even though I was up to my knees in mud, it was so much fun. I was hoping to be able to do things like this when I found out I was going to be coming to Africa. Many of the other volunteers enjoyed it also.

We returned to our training villages the following day, many of us sore and tired from the march. There was a heavy rainfall that morning that stayed consistent throughout most of the day. Strong winds came through my training village, Madianna. When we arrived we saws signs of damage. Some of the trees had been blown down and there was scattered debris. Some of the houses in the village received significant damage, including the house of my host family. When I got dropped off at my compound, I saw that the roof of my family’s house had slid over the front porch and was inches from the ground. It turned out that the wind blew off the roof covering the back part of the house, and then the roof covering the front fell forward. My family had a small building that was separate from the house that they used as a kitchen, it was completely destroyed. The winds blew the roof of that also and walls collapsed in on themselves. My house was also separate from my host family, but it did not receive any damage, only part of my backyard fence fell, but that took minutes to repair. Thankfully no one was hurt. My three year old brother had a slight bump on the head but he was okay. When the rain stopped some of the other villagers came by to help put the roof back on. They salvaged some of the materials from the roof that fell off the kitchen to put on the house. It was not fixed like my host father would like, but he considered it to be good enough for the time being. He intends to do full repairs on the house once the rainy season is over, which will be in about another month. My family, as well as the other villagers are strong people, and they work very as a community. My family never ceases to amaze me. They seemed more concerned about making sure I had something to eat, rather than fixing their home. It certainly was a tough moment for my host family and me. Many say that strong winds like that only occur once every few years. However, after a few days things seemed to get back to normal.

Within the days following the storm, Madianna celebrated Korite. This marks the end of Ramadan. During Ramadan, Muslims worldwide will undergo 30 days of fasting. The villagers all gathered together on Monday morning for prayer to bring Ramada to a close. Later that day the children would go around the village collecting salibo (charitable donation). It is similar to Halloween, the children will come to the door and I would give them a coin or candy.

I moved out of Madianna yesterday. It was tough having to say good bye to my host family. They have been so wonderful and have looked out for me throughout my training. Even though my language skills have improved significantly since I’ve started, there is still a barrier between me and them. Only my brother and namesake Bubacar can speak English. Even so, I would always have a great time interacting with them. I certainly intend to find my way back to Madianna during my service to see them all again. I am sure by then my Sarahule would be much more fluent. I may not have been able to verbally communicate with them very much now, but in the end that did not matter. My time with my host family has been filled with smiles, and smiles need no translation.

Malaria Scare

This weekend my group and I were supposed to go on a boat trip down the Gambia River. However, many of the volunteers ended up coming down with an illness, thus postponing the trip. This last week we were going through a phase in our training called Model School. Each of us were going to teach lessons in a Gambian school. I was tasked with teaching 5th and 6th grade science. About half way through the week some of the volunteers ended up getting sick and had to miss some of the days. Eventually I also ended up getting sick. On Thursday after I finished teaching my last lesson with my 6th graders I started feeling a chill. From there I started running a fever and it went downhill from there. When I made it back to Madianna, I went straight to sleep and try to ride it out the rest of the day. I was able to break my fever, but it left me feeling weak. The next morning some of the volunteers suggested I should go to the medical unit. At first I thought that I was fine and that the worst was over, but eventually I went just to be safe. I was glad that I had listened to them because the worst was yet to come.

Through out most of Friday I felt alright. I ended up spending the night at the transit house to try and get some more rest. I even woke up Saturday morning feeling pretty good. However, not only an hour into the day my fever started coming back. This time with a vengeance! I started feeling chilly and my temperature began to increase. By noon my temperature had gone up to 104.5 degrees. I was taken immediately to go see the US embassy doctor. He did a physical examination and he ended drawing a blood sample to test for Malaria since I was showing some symptoms. Malaria does not very distinct symptoms, some of them can be found with the common cold. But considering that I am in a Malaria risk country the doctor wanted to have my blood checked. Fortunately the test came back negative and my temperature ended up going back down to normal.

So I would say that I've had a pretty tough weekend, but it did remind me of some important things. I have to take extra steps to keep myself healthy in this environment. There are a lot of things here that I have never faced back home. Normally back home I would just tough out an illness, but here I cannot afford to do that. I hope that this post has not got anyone too worried about me. There is a good medical team that is looking out for me. Now I am feeling fit and ready to continue on!

Eating to Live

I have been asked about the food that I have been eating here in The Gambia. For those of you who thought I was going to be eating bugs, sorry to disappoint, but I have not eaten any bugs, ha ha. First I will tell about lunch. My lunches are usually provided by a Peace Corps cook and they can vary. Sometimes I will get a bowl of rice with chicken, potatoes, cabbage, and other vegetables mixed with a sauce. Other times I could have noodles with beef and vegetables. Lunches made by the Peace Corps cook are delicious and I eat them with my language partner. Breakfast and dinner are provided by my host family. For breakfast I get one of two things, either sombi (rice porridge) or bread and butter. Dinner is usually a bowl or rice with a fish or some other sauce. The taste is not the best, and every now and then I may bite into some sand in my food. Some things took a while for my stomach to get used to. Even so, I would never complain about the food my host family gives me. They don’t have that much food to begin with, and yet they chose to share with me. It was already kind enough that they welcomed me, a foreign stranger, into their home and into their lives. There have been times where I have asked myself; Am I a burden to my host family? Am I just another mouth that they have to worry about feeding? I have young siblings in my host family, as well as a five month old niece. I would worry about whether or not they were getting enough to eat themselves.

Since I arrived in my training village, Madianna. I began to take on a lifestyle of eating to live. The people here have very limited food options that they use to meet their needs. This has been an overwhelming but humbling experience for me so far. Back home I could open the refrigerator or pantry to grab a snack or prepare a meal. Or I could go out and have a meal at a nice restaurant. That was more of a living to eat lifestyle. For the Gambians, sharing what they have is a strong value in their culture. There have even been times where I will be walking around the village and families will invite me into their compound to eat with them. Therefore I know that my host family is happy to share their food with me, and that none of them are going hungry. Even if I may not always like the food, I will never complain and I always say nuwari (thank you). Here I consider every meal to be a blessing.

Xonee, Xonee

Xonee, Xonee (x makes h sound). This means “slowly, slowly” in Sarahule. This is a great way to describe my learning of a new language so far, ha ha. I have been tasked with learning the language Sarahule, which is one of the less commonly spoken languages in The Gambia. Language training began once I along with some of the other volunteers arrived in the village Madianna. The village is predominantly a Mandika speaking village, which is the language that most of the volunteers placed here will be learning. Other volunteers have been sent to other villages to learn either Wolof or Pulaar.  Only I and one other volunteer have been chosen to learn Sarahule. We arrived at our assigned training villages two weeks agos.  Training so far has consisted mostly of language and cross cultural issues. Part of the cross cultural training includes living like a Gambian. My house is a very simple one room place with no electricity and a pit latrine as a bathroom. I also don’t have running water in my house. I have to fetch water from a tap and carry it in buckets back to my house. I then have to filter and bleach it before I can drink it. I also bathe by simply pouring water from a cup over me. I sleep with a net over my bed to keep the mosquitoes and other creepy crawlies out. Although this seems like hard living, I have actually been able to adjust to this lifestyle rather quickly.

Xonee, xonee is also a great way to describe the lifestyle of the people of my village. No one ever seems to be in a rush. It is never too much trouble to give a polite greeting or to sit down and have a chat. Families eat all meals together. They sit around a large bowl of food and eat with their hands. Meals here consist mostly of rice and other things added with it. There is no 30 minute lunch breaks here, lunch is over when it’s over. The people here have been very accepting of us. A naming ceremony was conducted at the home of the head of the village two weeks ago. There we all received Gambian names. My Gambian name is Bubacar, after my host brother. It is what I will be referred to as throughout my service here. The Village Head advised everyone that we are no longer outsiders, but people of the village. As I learn more about Gambian culture, I find myself further integrating with it. I definitely enjoy sharing a good laugh with my host family and kids around the village. It is also great to relax on a bench and visit with new friends. Xonee, xonee is the way of life here.

I also found out where I am going to be placed after training. I will be in a village called Baja Kunda. It is a big village toward the other side of the country in the area referred to as the Upper River Region (URR). Out of all the volunteers that I came here with, I will be the one that will be placed the furthest into the country. I do not know too much about the village yet, but I imagine that it will be quite similar to how I am living in Madianna. I do know that I will be working in a Basic Cycle School, which includes 1^st through 9^th grades. I will also be close to the river and mangrove swamps, so hopefully I will get a chance to see some hippos and other wildlife!

First View of Gambian Culture

What an amazing last couple of days! On Friday I got to meet the training staff that will be guiding me and the rest of the group in getting prepared for service. They are a wonderful group of people; they’re very friendly and have a lot of positive energy. That is one thing that I have observed so far about Gambians, they enjoy a good laugh and aren’t afraid to smile and wave at you. So far my group and I have received overviews of what to expect during our training. It sounds very intense and will take a lot of work. What most of the volunteers, myself included, are concerned about is learning a new language. We will likely have to learn Wolof, Mandinka, or Pulaar before we can serve. We will also have to undergo cross cultural training as well. We got to experience Gambian culture first hand by viewing a performance by Gambian musicians and dancers. The musicians used mostly drums and singing and at times one of them would blow a whistle. The dancers had a variety of costumes that they would wear, most of which included masks and heavy clothing. We even got to participate in some of the dances, which was very fun.

Yesterday we had a couple of training sessions at the Peace Corps office. Afterwards we headed back to the transit house to pack our stuff. We then hopped into the coaster (our vehicle) and made our way to Yuna Village Garden Resort, where we will continue more training. It was supposed to be about a 30 minute ride from Banjul. However, the coaster over heated and we had to wait for other vehicles to come pick us up. We broke down right by a village compound. Many of the children there saw us and were quick to come over. They were very well mannered and greeted us with smiles and handshakes. I ended up getting my picture taken with some of them. They were really excited once I showed it to them on my camera. Interacting with them was a very enlightening experience. It makes me really look forward to settling into my own village, but first I got about 10 weeks of training to complete.

Here we go!

Well I have made safely in The Gambia! It has been an intense last couple of days. I arrived in Philadelphia for staging on Tuesday and spent the night there. I got to meet the rest of my group. There are 17 of us. They seem really great and I look forward to working with them throughout this experience. We then spent Wednesday and today in transit. Now we are staying at the Peace Corps transit house in Banjul for the next couple days. Then the really work begins!

One Month to Go!

I'm getting down to the wire! Lately a lot has been on my mind. I keep thinking about what I should bring with me and all the other things that I need to get done before I go. Being that its Memorial Day weekend, I'll have to put things on hold until Tuesday. I'm very excited for this opportunity! As a teacher, being able to teach abroad is absolutely amazing. This will also quell my yearnings for adventure. I know that I will get to experience all sorts of new and exciting things. However, in the midst of all that excitement, I can't help but feel nervous and maybe even a little afraid. I was in the military and I have met many accomplishments so far in my life, but being a Peace Corps volunteer is gonna be my toughest challenge to date. I've dealt with lifestyle change before in the Marine Corps, but moving to The Gambia takes it to an entirely different level. It's going to take much adjustment and I need to keep an open mind and be flexible. I just pray that everyday that I'm there that I always do the best I can for the community I serve. Any other challenge that I've faced in the past has brought substantial rewards and I know this one will too! I have one month until it all starts, and I feel it's going to go by fast.