What we’ve been up to Sunday, Nov 30 2008 

Well, for starters, we just had Thanksgiving in Cotonou.  Our second Turkey Day in country went well.  Everything from turkey and cranberrry sauce to pineapple juice and watermelon were on the menu.  We had a good mix of volunteers from our stage and from the newer one, as well as a couple non-Peace Corps friends.  We watched last year’s Macy’s Day Parade and a football game from 9/30/2007.  All was well.

Week before last, we did vision screenings for high schoolers in Houegbo and Agon, and the week prior in Zinvie (Rima’s post, to the south of us).  We also made a visit to our new postmate Satin’s house.

Satin lives vraiement dans la brousse  — i.e., way the hell out in the middle of nowhere.  It was a 20-30 minute zem ride on a dirt and sand track.  The country we went through was beautiful.  The village we found was spectacular.  Rustic, friendly: it was what I think we all expected when we signed up for Peace Corps.  Satin’s lucky to have such a great post.  I’m hoping to maybe pick up a project or two out there.

Aside from that: My work may be picking up, as I’ll be visiting a village south of Agon this week to see if the artisans there are interested in what I have to offer.  Law school apps are in, and it’s the waiting game, now.  Phoebe’s first trimester of school will be coming to a close shortly.  (Who knew they’d be on trimesters this year?  No-one, apparently.)  Only months left.  Will we miss it?  Remains to be seen.

And that’s all the news from Lac Malheursoitpassé.

Happy Halloween Tuesday, Nov 4 2008 

Halloween isn’t really celebrated in Benin, but it’s one of Phoebe’s favorite holidays; so, we decided to fête.  As you can see from her photos on the Whipping Fete page, we found some papayas and carved Jack o’Lanterns.

The kids next door loved it.  François even disappeared for a little while and came back with his own!  The families seemed to think it was pretty funny, and we got a great opportunity to explain a little piece of American culture, la Veille de Toussaint, “All Saints’ Eve.”

I realized only the next day that, though the younger kids had fun, the older boy didn’t get it.  And, then I understood why: Benin has no national cultural holidays.

Yes, each people has its own culture and celebrates its holidays.  There are religious holidays, too.  And, the government officially sanctioned Voodoo and gave it a “cultural” holiday on the 10th of January.  But, there’s nothing like we have in the US.

Back home, nearly everyone celebrates Thanksgiving and Halloween.  We also have a ton of secular holidays in addition to our Independence Day.  But here?  Nada.

Despite our political differences, religious diversity, and diversity in so many other ways, Americans are still one people.  If only united by our common holidays.

Whipping Fete Tuesday, Nov 4 2008 

By far the most interesting – apart from being nearly the only – cultural phenomenon we’ve experienced here in Benin is La Fête de Chicotte, or Whipping Fête. Phoebe and I went at the invitation of another volunteer, who is in Badjoudè, and had a great time. Pictures are up on her picasaweb page.

Every year around October (I conjectured it might have something to do with the full moon last month), villages of the Lokpa people in northwestern Benin and Togo celebrate the rite of passage of their young men through dancing, singing, and organized violence. Crews organize by neighborhoods, and the boys range in age from 16-20; though, it seems there is a role for both younger children and already-initiated men. Each neighborhood hosts bouts that involve a whip, which is a long root or twig attached to the end of a stick, and a shield, which is basically a bundle of sticks with a handle. The boys face off, with apparently three strikes making the winner. Happily, even the losing boys are celebrated for their attempt. And, the bouts are controlled – more so at the Togo fête, where the cops were present – by older men, who stop kids from killing each other, which apparently has happened in the past.

After the neighborhood bouts, the crews move to a main terrain, which was the high school soccer pitch in Togo and was the lawn of the Centre Culturel in Badjoudè, where they engage in inter-neighborhood matches. At the end, no winner is declared, but everyone gets to talk for the years to come about who did the best, which matches were greatest, and the like.

The night before the matches, the crews dance through the village, singing/chanting, stomping their feet, dancing, and asking for small cadeaux, similar to the way kids in the states go trick-or-treating or a group might go caroling. In the morning, the crews are received by the king of the village, as well, and all-in-all, the festivities go on for a few days.

Another important and fun aspect is dress.  There are traditional outfits – one looks like a woman’s shawl, another is a big headdress à la Plains Indians – and there are nontraditional outfits – i.e., drag.  Yes, the men who are not yet men dress up as girls and get together to beat each other up.  Younger boys wear grass skirts.  The hilarity of many outfits comes from the strange juxtaposition of men’s leather dress shoes, hot pants, and bras, and is combined with white or black paint and baby powder on the head and shoulders and chest.

You might think the fighting would be unsettling to watch, and I suppose it is, but perhaps only in the way that boxing is. And, whereas US boxing is for profit and often involves corruption, this is about as “wholesome” an event as one can have, with the full support of the village and everyone’s understanding of its importance in the boys’ lives. Too, it’s at the right age. While boys in the States might spar informally in the streets or after school, here the aggression is channeled and controlled. It should also be said that we’ve never met a more laid-back, easy-going, friendly, hospitable people than the Lokpa.

At any rate, it was fun and one of the best experiences we’ve had here in Benin. And us PCVs were the only white people there!

Here Comes the Rain Thursday, Oct 23 2008 

I’ve mentioned to a few folks back home about the weather’s – specifically, the rain’s – effect on daily life here in Benin, but I think it bears repetition and amplification.

First, let’s set the stage.  Outside of the major thoroughfares of the major cities, Benin has, effectively, one paved road that winds its way up to Burkina Faso and Niger from Cotonou.  In other words, the places where most people live and work – even within the major cities – are served by dirt roads.

The soil in Benin is of poor quality, as the entire country was once rainforest.  (By the way, the decimation of the rainforest started before the last century but certainly was completed during it.)  The terre-rouge roads, all sandy, unmaintained, undrained, and free of vegetation, are prime spots for erosion.

Of course, if the sandy roads were in, say, Mauritania (which gets nearly no rain), they wouldn’t be a problem.  And, if the rain were lighter and more frequent, perhaps like Seattle’s mist, it mightn’t be an issue.  But, the rains in Benin put even an Arizona “monsoon” to shame.

In the South, we get about 50 inches of rain a year, spread out over only 6 months.  (The other months are dry as a bone.)  That’s an average of over 8 inches a day.  Take those 8 inches and pack them into downpours lasting anywhere from half an hour to all day long, and now you have some serious water.

That serious water has two main results: puddles and mud.  The water pools up in the ruts, which are further eroded by traffic during the wet and packed down by traffic when the dirt is dry.  The puddles can stretch for yards in all directions. Thanks to human and animal feces, the rapid disintegration of organic matter in a hot climate, and trash, the puddles become cesspools which, as they dry, become muddy cesspools.

Couple the wet pounding from the sky with the slippery nastiness of the roads and you have an environment that’s not conducive to transport of most kinds.  Add to that milieu the fact that almost no-one has a car or truck and many people don’t even have a motorcycle, and you have a pretty good excuse not to leave the house.

Last but not least is the fact that a lot of people are farmers.  “Agon,” after all, means “pineapple” in Fon.  So, when it rains, it’s time to work in the fields: commerce gives way to cultivation.

Thanks! Friday, Oct 17 2008 

To everyone who has sent us a package – even those that customs or Air France or the Peace Corps seems to be holding onto – thank you!  It’s always appreciated, and much looked-forward-to.

And, for those of you from whom we haven’t heard in a while, we miss you and look forward to seeing y’all in less than a year.

Cats! Monday, Sep 29 2008 

Actually, just one.

Rima brought our new pet, Tiger (aka “Killer”), this weekend.  We mainly got her as pest control– Roaches and rats, look out!  – but, I have to admit, as she sat purring in my lap, attempting to rip my shorts to shreds, she’s kind of cute.  A little.  So, we’ll see how it goes.  Phoebe, I’m sure, will have a picture of her up soon: curled up on my clean clothes.

And, no, we have not given up on getting another dog, either.

Eyeglasses Wanted! Friday, Sep 12 2008 

 am putting out a plea for assistance!

My friend Rima (another English teacher) and I are organizing free eye exams for our students. Over the past year, we’ve noticed that many kids struggle to read the board clearly. I remember, when one student, Angelot, actually got up from his front row seat to walk up to the board to read it! The kids all taunted him, telling him to get glasses. Of course, Angelot, and most students in our communities can’t afford the luxury of glasses and corrected vision.  I can’t imagine what school would have been like for me if I had never gotten glasses!

The Peace Corps Medical Officer in Cotonou has helped us find an eye doctor willing to give exams. Rima and I are going to screen students using eye charts. All we need are glasses! I’ve already got one donated pair from a departing volunteer. If you could mail any used (but not damaged) glasses, they will be put to good use! The students are aged 10- 18. The doctor will match the glasses to the child, so that they get the closes prescription possible. Our goal is to collect at least 200 pairs of glasses (100 for my post and 100 for Rima’s post). We are basing our project on a similar project executed by former volunteer Betsie Frei in Tobre, where she helped 80 children get glasses. Our schools are much bigger, so the impact could be really huge! Please Help! We want to do this project in November and mail takes about two weeks to get to Benin, so please mail any donations in October if possible!

MAIL DONATIONS to:

Phoebe Guevin, PCV

Corps de la Paix Americain

01 BP 971

Cotonou, Benin

WEST AFRICA

Updates Friday, Sep 5 2008 

New “care package” items.

Today is swear-in for the new volunteers, plus the 40th anniversary celebration.  More on this later…

The Big Trip: Reflections Sunday, Aug 31 2008 

At this point, I suppose I haven’t much more to say about our trip.  I’m glad we took it, and I’d recommend seeing a good lot of the things we saw; though, I’d also recommend taking more time to see it all and, budget allowing, hiring a car and driver.

While on the road, I did write some notes on walls, slavery, and West African cultures, but I think I’ll let them mature a little.  For now, I’m glad to be back in Benin, where we know the system, transport feels (and may actually be) easier and better, and where we have our house.  Dog and cat are hopefully soon to be residing with us, too, we hope – the latter more for pest-control than companionship.  And, after the swearing-in of the new PCVs and a visit from the PC Regional Director for Africa as part of the festivities surrounding Peace Corps’ 40 years in Benin, I’ll be able to settle back into work with my artisans.  Phoebe starts back to work sometime in September or October.

We’ll keep you posted, of course.

The Big Trip: Mopti Sunday, Aug 31 2008 

First, let me say that Mopti’s Ya Pas de Probleme Hotel is a great place where, only a little surprisingly, there really aren’t any problems without solutions.  We had good food and comfortable lodging, and the price was not exorbitant.  Perhaps the best impression was left when the French owner presented us two solutions to a problem created by his staff, namely: that we were booked into the dormitory at the same time a tour group was supposed to be monopolizing it.  Without hesitation, he offered to split up that group or to give us another room at the same price.  We took the latter option.

Second, I’d like to endorse Mopti as a tourist destination.  The guidebooks malign it.  Other PCVs had bad experiences there.  But we liked it.  (Only one instance of harassment, “Mali is better than Benin” from a punk teenager, even barely deserves mention.)  Sure, there are plenty of guys there who want to take you for a ride – on their boat – or be your guide for the day, but they’re no more bothersome than the mosquitos in Burkina, really.  And yes, there’s only enough to see to fill about 1/2 to 3/4 of the day, but that isn’t necessarily rare in West Africa, from what we’ve seen.

In the morning, we wandered around town, seeing the mosque and taking in the market-town atmosphere.  We visited the boatworks, where we picked up a 10 year old guide, “Ali Farka Touré,” who led us to the older souvenir market.  I say “older,” as there is also a new, well-funded, clean and sparkly Marché des Souvenirs, which we avoided like the plague.  Our souvenir market had vendors who were quite happy to see us – the first customers of the day at 10 in the morning and, so far as we could tell, the only ones apart from one other couple who came along later on.  Though he failed to obtain his great desire, a meal at the (no doubt pricey) Bozo Bar, the kid did get some drinks, a toy car, and half an omelette sandwich for his services, and we got some good souvenirs and gifts.  After omelette sandwiches, we headed back to the hotel, where we enjoyed the pool for a while and relaxed.

In the evening, we headed out with a handicapped high-schooler whose friend had a pirogue on the Bani River, the Niger tributary that flows through Mopti.  A bad idea, it turns out, as Phoebe’s not the greatest fan of small boats, but we did get to see Bozo, Fulani, Songhaï, and other villages, as well as float over the confluence of the Bani and Niger rivers.  Back safely on dry land (ilhumdulillah), we ventured over to the handicapped association’s craftworks.  One has to hand it to the physically disabled in Mali and Benin: many are highly motivated, they band together, and they ambitiously work to improve their lives while providing each other fellowship.

Another night at the hotel, and we began the travel adventure back to Benin.

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