Monday, August 31, 2009

Goodbye

So I guess I've been avoiding writing about my immanent departure from Niger, both here and in my handwritten journal. It's not like I trying to pretend I'm staying here, that's not it, I'm very actively packing, re-packing, and searching out souvenirs and music to send back home. I think what it comes down to is that I don't want to analyze this experience yet, to look back and think about everything I've done, attempted to do, failed to do, never even started.


Peace Corps is a strange and wonderful experience. We left our homes, families, and friends, to come live like and with the people of a country we knew nothing about before landing. We learned the language, we integrated, we made friends and found new families. Some of us did work, some didn't, but the fact is just in coming we ALL did something.

Peace Corps has three stated goals: 1) to aid developing countries with their need for trained men and women, 2) to bring American culture and an understanding of Americans to a foreign culture, and 3) to bring that foreign culture and understanding back to Americans at home.

The first goal is 'work.' The other two are 'life.' Peace Corps really should be all about the life part. Yes, it would be great to see volunteers help to develop a country, but, as currently organized and funded it volunteers really have no chance to do anything about the 'development' of a country. Not in terms of buildings or gardens or any of that. What Peace Corps should focus more on is the "ambassadors of America" type of idea. Send Americans out, good examples of Americans to live in foreign places, to introduce new ideas and different ways of thinking. THAT is how volunteers can really make a difference. Help people realize that there is another way of living out there; corruption doesn't have to be rampant, children don't have to die of preventable diseases like malaria, you don't have to have twenty kids. But that kind of change takes a long time and needs constant deployment of volunteers. AND that type of development doesn't produce the numbers.



If there's one thing that frustrated me about Peace Corps it's the emphasis on numbers. How many people did you convince to go to school? How many people understand better how to grow meranga? How many will send their girls to school?

Every four months we have to provide the numbers. And you know what, it's all BS. Who can actually tell you how many people are now making Oral Re-hydration Solution for their babies with diarrhea after listening to my radio show? But in order to have funding we have to show numbers, even if they're just fabricated out of thin air.


That mentality needs to change. The idea that you can quantify development and the human condition. I understand the need for oversight and all that, but there are better, more subjective ways to do that (and subjectivity is necessary in this type of field, dealing with humans).

But anyway, this is the exact type of thinking I have been avoiding by not writing as of late. Let me fill you in on the facts of life as they have been:

I''ve moved out of Gaya. Took a Peace Corps car up from Gaya on Tuesday. Did my last radio show the week before and spent the week saying goodbye and passing out my e-mail address, though that's unlikely to get many messages. Check out pictures of my last week. It wasn't all that hard to leave. Some people cry, some get depressed... I guess I'm just not the type to dwell in one place all too long. I'm anxious to get back on the road.

I met my replacement. His name is Brian, he's from Massachusets. I think he'll fit in well in Gaya. We had a good time, I spent my last two days showing him around - work, important types, like the mayor and prefet, and of course my friends and where to get good food and the occasional beer. Took him to the border to introduce him to the guards there so he won't have much trouble getting across.


It seems weird now to think I won't be going back because it still feels like I should be going back next week. It's strange to think that I'm leaving this country on a plane saturday morning. When will I see goats as passangers on motorcycles again? Or hear Zarma? It's so satisfying to hear a local language and know what people are saying about you, then to bust in with a comment and watch their floored expression, "You hear Zarma?!" Yes I do.

When will I ever be able to do that again?

So now I'm in Niamey doing paperwork, hanging out with my friends here I may never see again, but that's life isn't it? Things are constantly moving forward, changing. We can't stay still in the present like statues. That's living. I guess in some way I've throw myself into a live that will always constantly be flowing. If I had stayed at home, settled into a job, I would have the same friends, the same city, same house. Maybe the small things would change, but the essence of my life would stay. That can be a comforting and pleasant thing, something I will one day want. But I'm young, this is the time when I can pursue an international career, I can travel, see and do things, develop a world view that I could never settled in one place.

Traveling plans for now:

Tunisia - Sicily - Italy - France - Spain - UK - Iceland

My and my buddy's Josh and Will are taking to the air, road, and water on a cross-europe trip. Should be a pretty good time, these two guys have become some of my better friends over the course of the last two years and this will be a great experience to share.

-Route to be Filled in on the way, South to North-

It's not as spectacular as our envisioned motorcycle trip (Niamey to London on bikes!), but given the hassle of borders and Al-Qaeda of the Magreb and cold european weather to ride through in November.... well I'll take the beaches of the mediteranian at a liesurely pace over that right now. Just get me to the water!

- Original Trip route -

If anyone knows of willing people that have places we could crash at or places to see along the way (staying mostly along the coast, traveling north from southern italy all the way across france to spain) let me know.

Happy trails for now

Monday, June 22, 2009

Close of Service Conference and Giraffes!


And of course, sticking to the way of doing normal business a month has gone by and not a single post has gone up. At least this time though I can say honestly that it's because I've been quite busy. I've gone on a week long bike ride in Benin, had our close of service conference in Niamey and spent a week in Gaya trying to get everything finished up in terms of work and the text books.

Bike Ride in Benin -

Being that I'm right on the border, my closest PCV (Peace Corps Volunteer) neighbor is in Malanville just across the river from Gaya, a mere 7km away. She knows I'm into biking and invited me along on their Family Planning education bike tour from Kalele to Parakou in central Benin. Got the project and ability to travel cleared through the Bureau and was off on the bike ride from May 27th till June 2nd.


Differences between Benin and Niger Peace Corps experiences:

Food- Oh my god, what good food they have in Benin. Even the pounded stuff is better there; it's yams and rice instead of millet. They have cheese!!!! Cheese in all every sauce in fact. And there's juices, bisap, much deliciousness was to be had.

Weather- We biked 20km at 1pm, and no one died. I don't think that could be possible in Niger. It was hot in Benin, by Seattle standards, but not by Niger standards, maybe mid 80's to low 90's, nice biking weather in my opinion. Plus it rained on us once, which up to that point hadn't really happened yet. Funny story on that episode; it was our first day riding and we were on the last leg of the day. As we were getting ready to leave the village we heard our first clap of thunder and the clouds that had been slowing growning more and more ominous took on an especially dark look. We thought, "hey let's try to outrun it" and so we took off. It seemed like everything would work out fine, the road ran opposite from the approaching storm which blew at our backs a refreshing breeze. Then, in a 'turn' for the worst, the road curved so that the last 10km ran perpendicular to the storm's path and before we knew it, rain started up in big wet drops. Luckily, the lead biker saw a three room house that for some reason these two Beninois guys had built in the middle of nowhere and we (20 people) were able to take refuge inside one of the (small) rooms for an hour till the front blew past. Played the harmonica a little bit inside and, with the heat and sweat, it felt sort of like being locked away in a small prison cell. But at least we weren't rained on...

Language - This is one area where PC Niger has Benin beat. We hear the local languages. Every Niger PCV is taught a local language and so we are able to be a little more connected with our communities, especially bush villages, rural places where education isn't so good and people might not understand french. In Benin, the problem is really that there are so many languages (60) that it's damn near impossible for PC to teach their volunteers the language in their village and so they stick to French. In Niger we can usually get by with teaching hausa or zarma, though other languages are around these predominate and most people can understand at least a little in either one. Volunteers in Niger have also organized trainings for themselves on other native languages like Fulan or Tamachec when they thought it would be usefull.

Clothing - It's a lot more casual in Benin. I wore SHORTS for an entire week. Wow. Plus I saw girls' knees; I had to be physically restrained.

The Volunteers - Not too different. They complain about the bureau, they love and hate their experience and the country (mostly love), and they can drink a grand biere in about 5 minutes flat.

The Work - While the health and environmental sectors are basically the same, Benin has small business and english teaching volunteers that Niger doesn't. Our education volunteers, like myself don't teach.

The ride was 160k over 4 days and it was beautiful. We did around four meetings a day, one in each village we passed, talking about the why and how of family planning. Nothing funnier than asking someone to demonstrate condom use on a wooden phalis.

I really love biking and a bike will have to be the first thing I buy back state side. I don't even want a car. Spring time plan is to bike to San Fransisco. Incha Allah.

So that was my wonderful 'work' week in Benin. Couldn't have asked for more on a vacation.

Last week was our Close of Service (COS) conference. The group I came to country with got together for the last time as a whole and we had session on resume writting, readjusting to life, the administrative side of things, etc. Best part of the 'official' conference part was a trip to see the giraffes. Last time I walked, this time, air conditioned car!

We also had a big dinner together, watched a slide show of pictures of our time together and then had a party to celebrate our two years. It's sad to think of not seeing many of these people again, but I'm also ready to move on from this experience to the next, even if I'm not sure what, entirely that will be.

I've been looking into law programs which are strong in international law, and thinking of matching that up with either a masters in public administration (MPA), or a legal masters (LLM) in sustainable international development (UW!) or another international emphasis. Both ideas would be four year programs, but are highly selective for the schools I'm looking at (NYU, Columbia, Duke, UW, American University) AND I'd have to do a lot of the work in applying and looking for money from here.

I might want to take a year off to organize myself and get things together. At least I'm starting to get on it now. Better late than never. T-minus 5 months till application deadlines. First thing - resume and my COS paperwork.


Anyway, some happy news is that the planning for The Trip is coming along well. So far the basic itininery includes tunisia, sicily, italy, france, spain, the UK, and either Ireland or Iceland (maybe both!). Planned out almost three months for travel with Josh and Will. Should be an amazing trip and a chance to move on from this place in style. If anyone has any travel ideas or knows anyone willing to play host to some returning volunteers let me know.


Oh, I almost forgot -

Niger Political Update:

If you haven't heard (and US news being all about presidential fly swatting and not substansive news) Tandja, the President, disolved the National Assembly a couple weeks ago after the constitutional court ruled against his bid for a third term. There was some rioting (they attacked the Governor's house in Dosso, and burned part of it down, the grand marche in Niamey caught fire, police fired tear gas into crowds, one woman died), but most of the protesting has been peaceful and there is no big threat to anyone here or a big chance that the government will fall apart. Everything done so far (even on Tandja's side) has been within the letter of the law. Tandja wants to hold a national referendum on constitutional ammendment in August which would allow him a third chance at election, but recent rumor has him planning on stepping down now that the opposition is gaining strength. Nothing official yet.


Also, I added new Pictures to Picasa in two albums: Benin Bike Ride and Giraffes!!!





Sunday, May 24, 2009

Four Seasons

In Niamey. Came in because I 1)chipped a tooth and so have a dentist appointment and 2) wanted to grab my passport so I can participate (incha allah) in a bike ride in Benin this coming week - though nothign certain yet.

It rained last night, a good solid rain. So that begs the question, Is rainy season here?

Of course in Gaya we had our first 'rain' way back on April 20th, but it was a pitiful amount and since then there have been a couple of good sprinkles, but nothing substantial that has really gotten people excited to plant their fields.

In honor of the upcoming (and long awaited) rains I wanted to give a brief summary of the four seasons Niger style:

June - September : Rainy season. The long dry spell which lasts the entire year finally breaks and the dust, quite litteraly settles, so that things have a cooler and cleaner feeling. The temperatures drop, at least when it's raining, which is a god-send at night when hot season can make it almost impossible to sleep. The downsides are that after the rains, the strong sun here will pull the mositure back out of the ground and it can become VERY humid - think the South in the US, only with hotter sun, but just as much humidity. It feels like the earth is breathing out one long steady hot breath. Another downside is the bugs. They die out over the long dry spell, but come the rains, come the mosquitos, flies, etc. This is malaria season as well as planting season.

October - November : Mini Hot Season. After the rains end there is typically a two month period where the heat rears its ugly heat again. Really I think that the heat never went away, the rains just mitigate it a lot and so after the rains it seems as if the whole world heats up again. This is harvest time as well so lots of hot work for Nigeriens.

December - Febuary : Cold season. Keep in mind cold is a relative thing here. Cold could be 80 degrees, but sometimes it gets down to the parka wearing depths of 60 degrees... parka wearing if you're a Nigerien, though for me, a fleece is enough. Surprising how we can become accustomed to a certain range of temperatures. I frequently think, oh it's not too hot today, only to look at a thermometer and see it read 95. Cold season can be nice since it's 'cold', but it's also the start of the long dry stretch where everything green starts to wither and die and the dusts of the Harmatten start to haze the sky and coat everything in the house in a fine layer of sand. This is the time when people do their gardening so tomatoes and other veggies are more available.

March - May : HOT season. Pretty self explanitory. 110-115, even as high as 120 in some places and times, though not usually that hot in Gaya. The dust of cold season continues to hang around, but the winds stop blowing for days at a time and the heat can just settle in like a blanket that one can never throw off. Pretty terrible at night when the temperature barely changes from the day time. Life during hot season is largely onr of trying to stay as cool as possible, naps in the afternoon, and a lot of sweating. Bus rides are a bad idea during hot season (though unavoidable usually). The saving grace of hot season is that the mangos start to ripen.

Just a short post about nothing. Small chat on the weather if you will.

Kala Tonton.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Musings on Development

A short preface for this essay: I just started reading The End of Poverty by Jeffrey Sachs and will be reading Dead Aid when I receive a copy in the next couple weeks (thanks mom and dad!), so my opion here (and as the side bar says, MY opion, Peace Corps' it is not) may change and evolve, as perhaps this essay will as well as I shift through the thoughs even more. This is just my view at the moment as I exist here in Niger; West Africa. Enjoy.


Development in Africa - Big Men, NGOs and Money

I heard a book review on BBC a while back about a book by a Zambian author, entitled Dead Aid. It’s about development in the third world, or I guess more like what’s wrong with it and why development here in Africa lags so far behind. I’ve yet to read it, but a copy is on the way, and from what I hear, its themes tie in with much of my musings and conversations of the past couple months as I start to sum up in my head what I’ve done here, what I’ve seen, learned, and accomplished.

Up front, Africa is not the US, Africa is not Europe, not Asia, or anywhere else. Africa is a unique place (aren’t they all really?) and what works elsewhere will not here. Africans see the world differently, they value different norms.

African culture is centered heavily on Big Men, that’s to say chiefs (village, tribal, etc), governors, presidents, generals, dictators, even the local police sergeant. There’s a certain affinity to look to these people and to have a sort of patronage relationship where, if you just go along and support him, you’ll get something in return. In fact, glad handing to important types is so important, people will even allow themselves to be humiliated by Big Men and give no resistance. It’s why I have to inform the Inspector, the Mayor, the Prefet (like a local governor), the local counselors, and everyone deemed important before I so much as think of doing something.

This is a system and way of thinking that pre-dates the arrival of white folks (read Europeans). I just read Things Fall Apart and the first section is pre white arrival and one can clearly see these themes expressed. Colonization only played into and upon this system. Europeans appeared and became the Big Men of Big Men through intimidation, violence, and lots of nice, shiny things to sell and give away. All these being acceptable ways of becoming a Big Man, Europeans were easily integrated into the social hierarchy in Africa as the Biggest Men without altering society at all. In fact, supporting this system just helped Europe maintain its control. What use would encouraging democracy and civil equality have to six white guys trying to maintain control and dominance over 3 million black people?

Maybe you can see how, after Europe pulled up stakes and left following World War II, there was a sudden power vacuum for the new Biggest Men. Europe said, “Now that we’re gone, you should have governments like we do,” but it was a concept without foundation in Africa, even under European rule. Sure, people could understand the concept, those with high levels of education could even cherish the idea behind it – equality – but without an anchor in social life, democracy is a concept like quantum theory, to be taught in schools, to profess knowledge and acceptance of, yet, secretly at night, in bed, to admit to oneself that there’s something that is floating just out of conceptional reach, making the whole thing sort of alien and unreal, unnatural.

Can we superimpose a vision of social order upon a culture that has historically been arranged around another, almost opposite, concept? No. At least ‘no’ in the short term. Culture change usually takes a long time, something America and Europe are learning the hard way in other places where we’ve tried to ‘encourage’ democracy.

And even in our own past we can cite examples of change occurring at a slow pace. In the United States, where ‘all men are created equal’ is the most basic concept professed in our culture, it has taken hundreds of years to progress to the point where in reality men and women of different color really do have equal rights and there’s still room to move forward. How long will it take for this to happen in a land where ‘all men are not created equal, some are Big and many are Small’? It’s no wonder that half a century after African ‘independence,’ countries are still trying to figure out what their society represents and where it is going.

Like America and European societies, development, economically and in terms of health, wellness of life, must be tied to ‘development’ socially. Perhaps it is better to term it as a ‘move’ toward more liberal and humanitarian thought, a more just, equal, and predictable society, since some may not view this as ‘development’, but social change, for good or for bad (development would imply ‘good’ and many people see African society as just fine where it is). In the West this social ‘development’ (or ‘change’ or ‘move’, whatever) started with those on the bottom, the farmers in colonial America, the proletariat in France, the serfs and indentured servants of the world raising up to demand their place at the table and their piece of the pie. The idea that development only really occurs if everyone gains benefit, all boats rising together, as I recently found myself explaining to one Nigerien colleague with whom I was having a conversation about the topic.

In Africa, development has been mostly done backwards. The influx of big money in the 80’s and 90’s just went, for the most part, to support Big Men and the Big Man mentality. Instead of helping, this money has been a hindrance in many ways.

During the 60’s and 70’s there wasn’t really that much in the way of aid going to Africa, and I think Africa was actually more firmly on the path to development than it is now. Speaking for Niger at least, I can say for certain that education and infrastructure were better developed than how. I have to clarify though, that’s to say they were better developed for those with access. Yes, those living in the bush still went without, but those educated were well educated and those living in the cities had well planned and modern cities. From this start, which was largely funded by the governments and private enterprise of the countries themselves, the road to development, as happened in the US and in Europe, runs from the cities outwards to the ‘bush’ or ‘countryside’. And this is where Africa lost its way on the path to ‘development’. The West, I think rightfully, thought that they could provide money and help rural Africa develop, but instead of really helping, we just gave tons of money to allay our guilt at seeing starving children on the news.

This new influx of money went first to the governments, where, being of the Big Men mentality, everyone skimmed a little off the top as it made it’s way out to the bush. Africans expected this to happen, they still do really, but now it’s usually written into a budget as ‘per-diem’, what people are paid daily to just come and do what they should come and do anyway. However, Africans also expected governments to actually do some development, and this is the normal path of the farmers, the workers, demanding of their government an equal chance in life. What changed was that money began shifting more and more to NGOs and away from the government exclusively as the West saw the graft and waste governments were creating and instead of demanding better accountability, they just tried to work around the problem, hence the birth of the Non-Governmental Organization as imputis for development.

Two things happened with this development on ‘development’. First, governments got a ‘get out of jail free’ card to play on actually having to do any real development. NGOs were now the real face of it, not government Big Men, who were now just supporting actors allowing them to hold power and profit, but show even poorer results. Second, NGOs started throwing money into one project after another as budgets grew and grew and grew through the last two decades of the 20th century. But this money came with no long term support or coordination within the country, what should have been the role of government and local actors, meaning that many projects that had cost much to start ultimately failed due to a lack of oversight and long term vision.

In the 1980’s in Gaya, for example, some NGO came in, saw the river, saw the climate, and thought ‘this area could do really well if we brought in fruit trees and planted orchards here.’ GREAT idea. This area is ideally suited for mango, orange, lime, grapefruit, banana… So the NGO built workers’ housing, irrigation, provided transport, seeds, and know-how to the initial workers, and then they left. No real thought was put into what happens next. The government took over for a while, but the money was never the same and everything began to fall into disrepair, disarray. Eventually, maybe some four years ago, the government finally just said ‘enough is enough, we’re done, we’re outta here.’ Luckily for Gaya, fruit orchards, once started, are a pretty easy thing to keep up. I’m not sure entirely how they were divided up, but now they are all privately owned and in addition to the fruit trees most private spaces also sport vegetable gardens thanks to the proximity of the river and some wells long ago dug by the NGO. The buildings, buses and farm equipment are still here, but they’re falling down or rusting hunks of scrap with no use. Gaya’s biggest development story has a happy (enough) ending since it transitioned easily into private business, but what if this had been a story of school buildings or material, or a water pump for a village (as opposed to an open well – both time/energy saving and more hygienic), or a hospital? The NGO’s pull out, and then the government’s, would have meant the whole thing would have collapsed, a waste of time and money in the end.

So now money has corrupted an already corrupt system. Aid money has, I dare say, set Africa back on the path to development. It has become, as Reagan era reformers would say, a hand-out society, where, at all levels, from small villages to Presidents, everyone just expects some fund, foreign state, or most likely, some NGO to come in with a bunch of money, spread it around, and then leave, probably leaving some new shiny stuff behind as well. ‘Development’ has become about overseas Big Men bringing stuff and money to those in need and after twenty, almost thirty, years of that, it has become the new standard and expected by all.

Being a Peace Corps volunteer, I get the bad end of that standard. I’m not a big NGO (or even a small one) with money or stuff to give to people. The idea is that, unlike many NGOs, I integrated into my community, became a part of it, while the Swiss NGO in Gaya, of which I never see the two white guys running it, hunkers down in their big beautiful house with guards, a cook, and air conditioning. Fairly enough, they work mostly in the bush, not in town, but why do I never see them in market or even just walking around? Because they are money and stuff and I am community and integration and an attempt to understand where I live.

As a volunteer, I’m more about connecting with people to exchange ideas and culture. And, really, that is what development in Africa needs the most: Guidance and ideas, not money. A road map on how to move forward, not the means by which to do it. It needs people willing to go live in a village for a year or two to teach them about desertification or nutrition or clean water or the importance of sending their children to that brand new shiny school the government or some NGO just built next door, instead of holding them at home. Sounds like Peace Corps, I know, but what needs to be different, is that these people should really know what they’re talking about. Peace Corps trains volunteers for two to three months before they head out to post, that’s not sufficient to really provide knowledge on many subjects. It’s lucky for us that, being Americans, and highly educated Americans for the most part (it’s not easy to make it into Peace Corps without higher education) we already have a head start on most villagers so we can fake deeper knowledge than we have. It’s not a stretch for us to know hand washing is important, but for an African villager….

More importantly than training Americans, or whatever other foreigners may chose to live as Africans in Africa (JICA!!! Japanese are awesome!), development in this way, that is, community based, should really be done by, what Peace Corps terms as, Host Country Nationals (HCNs) – people who live in that country. Training them for three months is different than training us. Language – not a problem. Cultural integration – not a problem. Just get them trained on the information; how to plant fields more efficiently, how to fight soil erosion, how to rehydrate a baby with diarrhea. To employ HCNs in this way would provide much needed jobs and would help develop, not just knowledge at the village level, but social development – Imagine a woman trained and sent by the government to help farmers farm better, that would turn some heads. Even just a man would mean stirring the pot a little and that’s something that’s need to create social change.

A teacher and a community development agent in each village!

This type of agent wouldn’t be something for Peace Corps to train, don’t get me wrong. That’s not Peace Corps’ role. But the ultimate goal of PC is for us not to be needed anymore for development. I would love to see one day where PCVs are cultural ambassadors, who may work with HCN development agents on projects, but whose real ‘job’ is just to integrate, spread good will on the behalf of Americans and to take home an understanding of foreign culture to share with others.

Being an education volunteer, that’s the area I usually focus on the most when I think about development. Education, though, really is the base of development. Education in the ABCs and in soil restoration are equally important and both are sorely neglected, but formal education, schools, as I mentioned before are, unfortunately, worse now than they were ten, twenty, thirty years ago. That’s entirely true, from a matter of perspective. Let me explain.

Starting in 2000, Niger launched a ten-year education plan to revamp a system that stagnated through the late 80’s and 90’s. The goal was to bring a school within reach of every child. Admirable. Problem was, who’s going to teach in this school? Under 14 years old is the fastest growing population group in Niger, so that means not only ‘who’s going to teach this year’, but ‘who will be the teacher that we will need to add to that school in two years and then again another the year after and then again another new teacher two years after that’. Niger started a crash course program to train teachers and send them into the bush, which unfortunately has just produced many poorly trained and underpaid teachers. So education may be more widespread than previously, but on a whole it’s of poorer quality as compared to the 70’s, for example, where schools may only have been found in the big towns, but they were funded, equipped with books and university educated teachers, not only from Niger, but from other West-African countries, in other words, a quality education, though limited in its access.

This is nothing to say about the lack of funding the program has received from Niamey. Months will go by and teachers won’t be paid. No wonder they go on strike what seems like every other week (though something must be mentioned about the French influence here…). I just recently read a manifesto published by the biggest teacher’s union in Niger, the SociĂ©tĂ© National des Enseignants du Niger (SNEN). The manifesto demanded that the government immediately produce the promised money for the ten-year plan that has been undistributed for almost a year now, amounting to billions of francs CFA, millions of US dollars. That’s money, not just for teacher’s pay, since that tends to be the first thing paid, but for also for books, school buildings, everything within the educational system. The manifesto warned of an implosion of the education system if nothing changed and I’m not sure that was just tough language. Would you do the hard and all too often thankless task of teaching for free while you see members of government getting acquitted of embezzlement charges and drive home in their brand new Hummer? What kind of future teacher will a student who receives a sub-standard education make, and what kind of downward spiral in educational quality does this mean?

Africa is a land of Big Men and the Big Man mentality. The Big Men drive hummers and send their kids to private school and the rest of the country watches and says nothing, or says very little because the squeaky wheel gets greased in Africa, but not usually in a good way. The sudden influx of money and NGOs in the 80’s and 90’s just increased the monetary power of the Big Men while letting them shirk many of the responsibilities of doing the actual development work. That’s not to say things haven’t progressed in the last twenty years at all, they have, just horribly, horribly slow when it comes to government services. Private sector has boomed in Africa. Even in small and remote villages one can often find cell phones, and when standing on a certain termite mound, facing east at 4:30AM, a network signal. Buses now criss-cross the country, meaning (more) reliable transport of people and goods, though roads remain questionable. Even in the public sector, education is more widespread, though not of an acceptable quality and health ‘huts’ are a common feature in most moderate sized villages, though, again, adequate training of employees is sometimes lacking. One just needs to look at Ghana or South African to see true democracy on the march.

What is needed to put African back on the path to true ‘development,’ both in the terms of services and socially, is a little tough love. The money needs to be harder to get, it needs to be given only when appropriate accountability can be shown. NGOs need to stop spending and giving blindly with their hearts and work with local actors to create long term vision and development. A lot of that will require more people like Peace Corps volunteers, people who can help create links between local communities and NGOs, between communities and government. These facilitators don’t have to be Peace Corps, better even if they’re HCNs, but they have to be someone integrated, trusted, and respected by a community, but not a Big Man with money and power, someone normal, someone anyone in the village could become, someone who just knows people and things, someone who embodies knowledge for development’s sake. Whether Nigerien, American, or Japanese, people in these type of positions are the way forward to drive change, call it ‘development’ if you think it’s good, both in terms of society and services rendered and knowledge gained.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wednessday

4/29/09
Woke at Megan’s house in Malanville, slept real well with belly full of taco and beer.
Made a trade of bike maintenance on her breaks for coffee and bread with Nutella, then off to Gaya. I decided to take the ‘back road’ once on the Niger side of the river, but even with no semi-trucks to threaten flattening me, it was a bad idea cause I had to fight the sandy path the whole way, mostly up hill. I went straight to the inspection and was pretty much soaked in sweat by the time I got there. Rinsed off at the tap nearby, but that just added to the look of a drowned rat.
Chatted, made formalities with the inspection peoples, and then was asked to get their new computer in order.
It was a computer brought from CEGII, one of our middle schools which was granted a couple of computers by an NGO, but has no power… Typical. So someone had the idea to use it at the inspection, and they need a computer, so this is good. Unfortunately, someone also had the idea of first using it at one of the local cyber cafes. (Well, only one works now, so I guess it was the cyber cafĂ©). This is bad, since it was taken there without any anti-virus software installed and began its career at the inspection chalked full of viruses.
Had a hell of a time with it, every time I tried to install the antivirus it would crash and restart; some virus defending itself by preventing the installation was my guess. Had to revert the computer to it’s initial state to get Avast installed, then scanned the hard-drive: 437 infected files of some 4000 scanned. Over 10% filled with viruses.
Now that it’s protected, we have to figure out a way to get office onto the computer – I had to delete it, reverting to a previous-to-installation date to get Avast to work. They have a pirated copy of Office 2007, but it won’t install until we get Service Pack 2 installed, which is difficult when there is no internet…
Said I’d come see what I could do in the afternoon. For now, lunch.
Went to Illiasou’s shop for a water and ended up eating lunch with him. He gets food from his brother’s wife who is a great cook, so I like to eat with him and it’s always African style, with our hands, which I also like. Hung there for a while, then back to my place to do some laundry: sheets, 1 of the 2 pairs of pants, 3 of the 4 pairs of boxers. Can’t bring myself to buy more – rather would save the money for the trip, besides I have some…. They’re just in Niamey.
Watched some of How I Met Your Mother and slept a bit during the hot part of the day and by 4 was back at inspection to try to do Avast and Windows updates.
My Inspector actually has an internet connection which works over one of the the cell phone services. It’s just REALLY REALLY slow. But even though it was too slow to get the updates downloaded over a three hour time frame, I was able to check my email and prepare the first three days of this “week of posts – a week late” for the blog. I count it a success then.
Then I got a text from Sommer, a fellow volunteer who was coming down to visit, saying that she was at the bus station, so I made my way there on my bike (scary night-time ride). Went back to my place, made curry, caught up on life, and then, 9:30PM, time for bed. Tomorrow, James and Serette are coming and we’ll be headed to Malanville for pool and pounded yam.


I guess that makes a week of daily posts. I did get a little long-winded in the end, talking about nothing much, but, regardless, I hope y’all enjoyed it and have a better idea of what my day to day life is like. I may actually take to writing more often if I stay here in town for a while, though I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Tuesday

4/28/09
I knew it wouldn’t last. I am writing this entry the morning of the 29th at the inspection, listening to theories of Kaddafi (the Libyan president) as a destabilizing factor for countries. Evidence: He passed through Mauritania, now there are problems there. Then he passed though Guinea, now problems there. Just a month ago he was here in Niger…. Problems to come?
Anyway, this is supposed to be about yesterday, Tuesday. Up and going through the normal morning routine, when my attention was drawn from the overly juicy mango I was eating to the knocking at my front gate.
Dripping juice from my chin and elbows I made my way to the tap to rinse and opened to door. It was Megan, she had biked up from Malanville to do our radio show that afternoon. I hadn’t been expecting her till later and here she was already at 8AM. No big problem. Welcoming Megan in, I told her I needed to run by the inspection quick. I had a meeting with Saidou to talk about a possible field trip with some student government kids.
Took a show and then my leave after a bit of catching up, being over a month since we had last seen each other.
At the inspection everyone was gone, all out in the bush doing a tour of schools. Even Saidou who I had just talked to the day before was MIA. So typical and so frustrating.
Deciding maybe I’d try again in the afternoon after the radio, I was taking my bike out onto the road when I saw something strange: Someone white. Well whiter at least than your average Nigerien. It was the new JICA volunteer in town, Hidenori. We had been texting back and forth a bit, but had yet to make a face to face meet.
Stopping by the road side, we exchanged pleasantries. He’s learning Haussa and not very strong yet in French so we had limited comprehension, but sill all good to talk to another foreigner. Was leading him back to my place to hang there for a bit when I saw Saidou flagging me down.
Stopping by the road side, again, (second time within 100 feet), I talked to him for a couple minutes. Introduced him to Hidenori and asked about the plans for our possible trip.
Here’s the run down on this work stuff –
Right now, Ibrahim, who works at one of our local NGOs that works with human rights is really into the student government concept. It fits well with teaching civic rights/responsibilities, children’s rights, etc. He has been instrumental in helping fund the elections (ballot paper, envelopes, etc.) and now wants to organize a training for the student leaders to help them better understand their roles. He asked me when I saw him last week if Saidou could be the one to lead it since he had been at my training in Niamey.
Saidou, who works at the inspection, wants to do a trip with a small group of students and teachers from each school to Kollo, where there are student governments which have been in place for a couple years, as a way of seeing SGs already up and running. A way for students to have an idea what they themselves should be doing their own SG work.
Similar ideas right? Help students understand their roles and responsibilities within the student government frame-work? I thought, hey let’s combine, work together. We can do a couple days of training and then a trip, or vice versa, trip then training. Either way they seem to work well together.
Saidou was pretty cold to the idea and after pressing him on it, he said he wants Ibrahim to ask him personally if he wants to be the trainer, not to go through me. It’s a Nigerien respect thing. Can make work hard when you have to worry about insulting someone all the time, I was just trying to be a communication between the two. Guess I better figure out a solution for that, I still want to do a combined project and the school year is running by, so we need to get on this quickly.
After telling Saidou I’d talk to Ibrahim about asking him personally, I left with Hidenori for my house. There we chatted along with Megan for a bit, then he was off to get oil for his motorcycle – Yeah, Peace Corps get bikes, JICA get motorcycles. Meh.
Megan and I finished up the radio script for that afternoon, which I had done most of the day before. Needed her to bring knowledge of Meningitis, since I know next to nothing about it except that we’ve had a outbreak recently in Niger and now Doctors Without Borders is doing a vaccination campaign that I wanted to promote on the show (“Meningitis is bad! Get your kids vaccinated!”).
-- They call Meningitis ‘jinde kobu’ here : twisted neck --
The show was also to be on Malaria since World Malaria Day was just a couple days before and the hospital and other locations were giving out mosquito nets. I wanted to make sure people understood their importance in malaria prevention (i.e. “don’t sell them, don’t use them as fishing nets”). Also talked about symptoms, treatments, and other prevention techniques, like cutting down all the weeds behind the house where mosquitoes are likely to hide during the day. Prepared lunch while we finished up, the napped under the kitchen fan for about an hour before getting stuff together and biking to the radio station.
After the sweaty ride in the 110degree heat up the hill, we got there, started to set everything up, and then…. Power outage. Typical. No power = no radio. We sat and waited, but our whole time passed and no power, so we started to get ready to go and, as if on cue, the power comes back on. Again, Typical. TIA – This is Africa. Oh well, next week then.
From radio station, biked to Malanville. Megan had just returned from Cotonou and had brought some SOUR CREAM with her, so we were going to make tacos.
Quick stop at the market for flour and peppers, and a delicious, semi-frozen bissap (hibiscus juice), then to her house. Everything was made from scratch except the beans (from a can) – tortias, bean and tofu filling, salsa, sour cream. Amazingly delicious.
After dinner we went out for a beer with Melanie, the German student is doing some research and work on fish and fish stock in Malanville.
Two beers, good conversation (in English!) and back to Megan’s for a well deserved bucket bath and bed.
Played a little harmonica. Megan said I should play her to sleep, so did just that, then put my own head down and slept well and deep.
One problem on that day – Didn’t memorize the day’s quota of ‘The Raven.’ Leaving that for the morrow.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Monday

4/27/09

Up at 6, sore from a rough night of sleep on the millet stalks (maybe sorghum?), but was eager to get on the road before it got too hot. Left Sia by 6:30 and was on the open road. Felt great, as always, to be biking. Makes me look forward to our end of service motorcycle trip through Europe.
Broke for a fruit and nut bar, water, and stretch break at what I thought to be about half-way, then back on to continue to Gaya. Reached here at around 8:30, so two hours, a little longer I’m guessing than the last time I made the trip, but last time I had been biking more and was in a little better shape. Good news though, is that sitting here writing this up tonight, I’m not the least sore or achy from the ride.
Once back, I did the morning routine, showered, had a quick breakfast, and then was off to the inspections. Neither inspector was around, nor was my counterpart for student government work, Saidou, whom I had been hoping to catch. Made him a call, set up a meeting for tomorrow morning, happy that my French and zarma skills are to the point where phone calls are generally easy affairs and that communication is now not really much of an issue.
Visited both inspections briefly and then came back home to do laundry, now an almost daily experience, having moved most of my stuff, including clothes to Niamey when I thought I was leaving. That leaves me with only a like five shirts, two pairs of pants, and four pairs of underwear. Now that everything is there, why go through the effort of bringing it all back again?
The zipper broke on one of my pants while I was washing though, so I had to dig through my clothes trunk, which is really just a collection of torn/non-wearable clothes since the move, and pulled out an old pair – torn on the leg, hole in one pocket (Remember Jeremy – money in the right pocket!), and, though I don’t feel like I’ve lost a any weight here, they’re a bit too big for me. Lacking a belt, I’m now using some string from my house to hold them up. Classy, I know.
Grilled cheese lunch. Trying to use up the Velvetta since no refrigerator.
Worked on memorizing stanzas 5/6 of ‘The Raven’ and then napped. Ok maybe I was a little tired from the bike ride since I slept (or half-slept) for two hours.
At one point, I woke up drenched in sweat, so went and showered, and then laid down again soaked, water is much better then sweat.
Slowly roused myself later. Shower again, since was once again sweating, then played harmonica for a while before writing up a script for my radio show tomorrow. Megan’s coming up from Malanville and we’re going to talk about malaria and meningitis.
Made macaroni and cheese and peanut butter (need a protein source) for dinner. Read some of Le Petit Prince, my new book, played with the kittens and am now ready for bed.

Kitten News-
Still no names, but I’m starting to see each one’s personality. I have two outgoing ones who aren’t really afraid of me anymore, and one scaredy-cat who hides under the bookshelf whenever I pass. The two are making their first playful foray into the garden tonight, Musu and myself both on alert for that damn tomcat who seems to be on the prowl around here, all too possibly for kittens.

No power since I’ve been back. Long time, even by Gaya standards.