Soo Jiwul, Doo Góob.

I haven't really written about ag. work yet, but it is happening. The past 3 months I've spent filling out a baseline survey to best identify the needs of my village. I've asked a range of people (women and men, young and old) 12 pages worth of questions. It's seriously pushed my language skills to the limit, and I'm still not sure if my ideas are plausible and sustainable. Here's a page as an example:

Agroforestry Activities
What kinds of trees are found in your village?
Papaya, jujube, neem, baobab, mango

Have the villagers ever done a nursery? (Y/N) __No.______________________

           

If yes, in what year(s)                                                                                                            

Have they ever practiced any agroforestry techniques? (Y/N) _Yes.____________

If yes, what specific types of agroforestry techniques?

            a.         Live fencing               d.         Gardening w/trees

            b.         Windbreaks               e.         Trees randomly in the fields

            c.         Alley cropping                       f.          Other

Have they ever planted trees for other purposes? (Y/N) __Yes.________________

            
If yes, for what purposes?

      a.   Shade in the village               d.         Ornamental

      b.         Along roads                       e.         Other

      c.   Human consumption (using parts of the tree as diet supplement, not including fruit trees such as mango, etc.)

What techniques have they used to protect trees in and around the village?

a.         Individual fencing                 e.         Fencing large areas

b.         Restricting livestock  f.          f.         None

c.          Surveillance                           g.        Other

d.         Allowing trees to naturally regenerate

            
What techniques of fire prevention have they used in and around the village?

            a.         Live breaks                              d.         None

            b.         Fire breaks                               e.         Other

            c.         Controlled burning

Agricultural Activities

What type of soil(s) exist in your area?  in approximately what percentage?  Which crops   are grown there?

a. sandy soils___5______%___________crop(s)________________________

b. sandy loam____45_____%___________crop(s)__Corn, millet______________________

c. loam clay_____45______%___________crop(s)Corn, millet, peanuts, sorghum______

d.  other (clay)________5______%___________crop(s)________________________

What are the most frequently cultivated crops in this area?

a.         Peanuts                                                           e.         Sorghum

b.         Millet                                                              f.    Corn

c.         Black eyed peas                                              g.         Rice

d.         Cassava                                                           h.         Other

Is gardening done during the dry season? (Y/N) __Yes.________________________

Is gardening done during the rainy season? (Y/N) __Yes._______________________

How serious does the level of soil degradation appear to be?

a.         Very serious                c.         Not serious

b.         Mild                                        d.         Other                                       ­

What is the community basically comprised of?

            a.         Cultivators                              c.         Combination – emphasis on cultivation

            b.         Herders                                   d.         Combination – emphasis on herders

Are there any organized animal husbandry projects in the village? (Y/N) _No.__________

What tools are available in your village?
There are some communal machines for processing grains and peanuts. Extension information is not available.

This is just an example from the agriculture section. There are also questions covering kinship, education, economy, politics, associations, religion, recreation, health.. the whole shebang.

In addition, I've also been working on starting up a garden in my family's' compound. I'm hoping it'll provide veggies for me and them as well as serve as a demonstration site so farmers can visit and see what correct spacing, mulching, pruning, etc. looks like. I've already used it as an example. Setu, an older woman in the village, wanted my help setting up garden beds. I was surprised that she gave me the chance to show double digging and adding amendments (charcoal, manure and wood ash). We finished the beds by making berms to keep the water in. Spacing didn't go as well. I caught her planting extra seeds while my back was turned. It's okay. You can't win all your battles and she's been doing this much longer than me. Maybe I can thin them out later.

Two other volunteers and I work at a master farm in Katakel, about 7k away for me. The master farmer program is part of Peace Corps' Food Security Initiative. Enthusiastic and innovative farmers all over the country are paired with Peace Corps volunteers to develop a hectare of land. In exchange for funding, training, and advice, farmers have to hold two open field days every year to extend best practices to other farmers in the region. Our master farmer, Fatou, is the only female master farmer in Senegal! Last year all the farmers were given materials for a drip irrigation system. However, a monkey chewed through several spots in the drip tape. We spent a long day repairing the line and setting it up so she could plant veggies next to it and so it'd hit several fruit trees. Last time I was there she wanted to move it. None of us understand why, but we sure as hell aren't doing it.

"Leave the drip irrigation here."

Talking about field crops

Right now our ag. stage is at the training center in Thies completing our In-Service Training (IST). IST is two straight weeks of classes on field crops, agroforestry techniques, gardening, and meeting with advisers to discuss first year action plans for our sites. After this my service begins in earnest. I have an interview Monday. After that I should have a better idea of what to work on and how to go about it. Inshallah.

Soo jiwul, doo góob. If you do not sow you will not reap.

Other work:

Earthworks tourney in Soto

Seed collection. The helmet makes it safer.

A Cat's Life

A couple weeks ago I was in the market in Kaffrine and I saw the most pathetic little kitten in the street. Because I ADORE cats, of course I had to scoop him up. That turned into me carrying him back to the office, wrapping him in a blanket, and popping him on the back of my bike for the hour-long ride home.

Once there, I cleaned him up and went around to neighboring compounds to see if anyone had I goat I could milk (goat milk > cow milk). He's still alive and biting 3 weeks later on a diet of milk, rice, and dried fish. If I can't keep plants alive, at least I can do cats! Maybe I should start extending them as garden helpers. They could eat bugs and keep birds away. Maybe even increase soil fertility with their poop.

So, the following pictures chronicle my kitten's short, yet so far full, life.

Baby's first night home

Helping water my pepeniere

"Are you sure you transplanted the tomatoes right?"

Guard cat on duty!

I'm sure I flushed..

Climbin'

Favorite nap spot. No work happening here!

Cutie

Maybe cat extension isn't a good idea.

Also, for your viewing enjoyment, pictures of my hair in braids. Afterward, my family told me; "Sohkna, today you finally look like a woman." I thought I looked like a drowned rat but hey, no one can accuse me of not integrating enough!

The Wild Life

The 12th was my Birthday! Fortunately it was also the Prophet's b-day (Gamou) so I was able to pretend the celebrations were for me.

For Gamou we went to a nearby village. I got to meet my favorite sister's family and see where she'll be living in two months (she has to move into her husband's compound). Fortunately this village is within running distance:) We ate lots of rice (but it had veggies) and did the usual Senegalese visiting and talking with everyone. Ngentepul had a special market going on just for the holiday, so I bought several sachets of frozen juice and ate them all myself. A guy also offered to get me and him a hotel room, but I had to turn him down since there was no AC.

My dad had my grandma switch rooms with him (since hers is nicer) so I no longer share a fence with her and we can't talk through it every morning while brushing our teeth. And I know my dad won't water her garden, so I'm trying to salvage everything I can. (This was the only bad thing about my birthday.)

Now, for something more interesting: All the animals I've seen! The pictures are not mine; I always see stuff on my runs when I don't have my camera.

Pied Crow

Laughing Dove

Red-billed Hornbill

Red-billed Firefinch

Golden Jackal

Senegal Coucal

Grey Heron

Pale Fox

Cattle egret

European Bee-eater

Little Bee-eater

European Roller

Senegal Parrot

White-tailed mongoose

Savannah monitor lizard

New year, same me

Some highlights:

So far in 2013 I've traveled to Ngodiba, another village, with my work partner to buy seeds. They only had Jaxatu, but it was still worth the trip. The guy we bought them from had some awesome fields. They were full of healthy beds and pepenieres. He was using drip irrigation, nitrogen-fixing trees, and earthworks. Ngodiba had one of the first PC volunteers in the area, so it's encouraging that the projects have left such lasting effects. On the way home I bought fresh yogurt for everyone.You know, just supporting the dairy industry.

I seeded my own personal garden! It took forever to start, because I thought my dad was going to help me make a fence out of millet stalks but that never happened so I ended up buying one. It doesn't keep the chickens out, but does work against horses, donkeys, and goats. I dug 3 beds and 1 pepeniere, adding all the appropriate amendments. I also made a compost pile. Peace Corps should be proud.

"Just poopin' in yo laundry."

I've been helping one of the ladies in the village start her own personal garden. I was surprised at how well it went. I didn't think she'd let me explain double-digging and correct seed spacing since it's so much more work than normal but she did! Her younger brother and some of her kids were there too, and were all super helpful. (And excited to use the hoe.) We exchanged some seeds so now she has carrot and cucumbers while I have onions and okra. I finally feel like I've done something kind of helpful, and it's the best feeling I've had here so far. Now, fingers-crossed the veggies we planted actually grow.

One final thought:
I just finished reading Sailing Alone Around the World by Joshua Slocum. It's a biography detailing his adventures on his 3-year voyage around the world. It takes place in 1895 and somehow, in the middle of the Pacific, he's eating better food than me. How is this possible? My mouth should not be watering at his descriptions of cooking hash and gifts of fresh fruit from the natives.

My kitty

Christmas

Christmas in Africa! Yay! Yesterday I took a car into Kaffrine and met up with some other volunteers at the office. (Took the car since last time I rode my bike one of petals fell off. After 2 hours of walking I finally broke down and called my dad who sent my brothers out with a seret to pick me up.) We're going to cook dinner together and hangout for Xmas eve and Xmas day.

Since it's Christmas I could reflect on how much I love my family and friends and how lucky and blessed I am but I'd rather not. All those are givens. It also makes me sad every time I log onto Facebook and see pictures of yummy food, snow, parties, and ugly sweaters. The list could go on, so instead I'll talk about what I don't miss.

I don't miss crappy Christmas music. I hate walking into stores and having Billy Idol serenade me as I buy toilet paper and baking soda.

Merry Christmas to me! Thanks mom:)

I'm okay with missing an Ohio winter. Inevitably it's only ever cold and gloomy without ever actually snowing. There hasn't been a white Christmas in the past several years or any snow days. It is sad not to have my kitty curled up in my lap, she gets extra affectionate during the cold months:)

Consumerism. Why can't we all just slaughter a ram and be happy?

I hate cleaning the house because guests are coming over. Then after they leave there's dishes to do and everything is a mess all over again. Then when Christmas is over the tree drops needles everywhere.

Obviously I can't think of anything else I hate, but it was a noble effort.

You can ride my bike if I can ride your horse

Ndioudiene- My family's compound is to the left

Little sibs and... Ohio?!

So village life... there's the really good days and the really bad days. For example, the other day my host brother wanted to ride my bike. Technically that's forbidden by Peace Corps, but I told him yes if I could ride his horse. How else was I ever going to convince villagers that yes, toubabs can ride. They are still shocked that I can cook and sort-of do my laundry. I led my bike out into the street and he led out his horse. He gave me a leg-up and said "see you later." I couldn't believe my luck. The horse and I wandered through some baobabs just outside the village. Then I decided to work on "building credibility" as Peace Corps says. We cantered through the village and I made sure that as many people as possible saw me. Not that it matters. Everyone knows everything 5 seconds after it happens. Maybe now they'll believe I know something about handling livestock. Then there was the day I told my grandma that I wanted a kitten. She got all excited and we went over to the neighbors' since they have a "small" cat. The cat wasn't that small, and had no interest in being my pet. Everyone tried to catch it and got bitten and scratched in the process. Finally I said that I didn't think it wanted to be my friend and that I'd need to find one even smaller. The search had just begun. We continued on through town, asking everyone if they had a small cat because I needed a friend. Alas, no one had any kittens. We returned home worn and battle-scared, but now it's only a matter of time. Every villager is keeping an eye out for a kitten for me.

Be jealous. There's not much else to be jealous of.

Duma PCT, PCV laa!

Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve been sick off and on the past few weeks and running low on motivation. Wednesday I said goodbye to my training family. It felt weird leaving our village and families. I didn’t think I’d be in Africa for only two months and already leave people and places behind. On a good note, it’s not goodbye forever. My dad wants me to call him when I arrive in Kaffrine, and Keur Madaro is between Kaffrine and Thies so I can visit whenever we have trainings. I feel like I already have friends and people for support here!

For my last dinner, my mom cooked coucous (my fave) with a special moringa and peanut sauce. It was so good! Part of that may have been that I was just excited to have something green in my dinner after weeks of rice and beans.

PCVs!

Thursday we took our final technical and language exams. I passed both so as of yesterday I’m no longer a PCT, but a PCV! Swearing in took place at the American ambassador’s house in Dakar. The whole affair was very posh. After taking our oath everyone went out on the lawn hors d’oeuvres were bought out on little silver trays. We had tuna pate on fancy toasty bread, olives, candied nuts, etc. Unfortunately I missed desert hour because I had to go get blood drawn. For the past 2 weeks I’ve been feverish/nauseous every other day. I wish I could have a normal sickness and just be miserable for a week but no, my body hates me. The doctor told me my stomach is full of gas and a couple days’ worth of shit. Not new news. Africans seem determined to avoid all types of fiber so staying regular is an almost insurmountable challenge. Now I’m armed with fiber supplements so maybe, maybe they’ll get things moving through. And hopefully the blood test results will disclose if there’s a weird parasite in me or whether it’s just something viral. It’s so hard to stay positive and focused when you feel like shit all the time.

Tomorrow is the day we leave the training center! I’ll be staying in Kaffrine and shopping for housewares before installing on the fourth. It’ll be so amazing to have my own space and not be living out of a suitcase for the first time in two months. (And to set up my avian advent calendar- thanks mom!!)

P.S. Check out our swearing-in video:)