It has been a crazy busy couple of months as the countdown
continues for when I will return to the US in November. Last week I had to say
“À la prochaine” (French) or “sey yeeso” (Fulfuldé) or just see you later to
some Peace Corps volunteers that have made a great impact on my life in
Cameroon. During our Peace Corps service we make many friends where we live and
try to integrate into our community but when the going gets tough and we are
literary crying ourselves to sleep, it is the other Peace Corps volunteers that
become our best friends and support us; because they are going through the same
thing.
Not only did I learn so much from the other volunteers and
created so many memories, but I certainly found out what it is like to have a
brother. Carl was my postmate for over 1 ½ years. He didn’t have to be my
friend, I mean we are pretty different, but we appreciated our differences and
became life-long friends. He supported me throughout my service and was always
there for me when I needed a hug or a very honest response. I can’t wait to see
him back in the United States where we will probably be a little bit cleaner,
eating better and able to talk about our crazy time in Cameroon.
Carl, me, Alex and Joyce enjoying Hilton happy hour in Yaounde before they all left me! missing you guys already!! |
We recently celebrated the end of Ramadan and the end of a
month of fasting for Muslims. Fasting for Ramadan means that people can only
eat when the sun is down. That means that from 2am-4am the call to prayer wakes
up the women (and me-ugh) so they can start cooking and then the families eat
before the sun rises. Children and pregnant women technically do not have to
fast all day but some pregnant Muslim women will still fast. One of our friends
recently had a baby and named him after Carl (Carl’s village name is Thomas).
We joked that the baby probably was not happy about his mother fasting so he
decided to be born.
Fantasia at the Lamido Palace for Ramadan |
My neighbors kept asking me if I was going to fast for at
least a day but I had to tell them that honestly, I would not get any work done
if I was "hangry" and I could easily picture how difficult it is to fast or even
go hungry…I do not need to actually do it. After about a month of our favorite
restaurant being closed every day and people being a little bit more relaxed
(if you didn’t eat until 6:30pm then maybe you wouldn’t want to do much either)
and "hangry", everything finally went back to normal; after a few days of
celebrating of course. The day after Ramadan ended, we ate meals at three
different houses (kind of like Thanksgiving). I could not complain about being
hungry that day. The next day was the fantasia at the Lamido Palace. The
celebration is pretty much the same as the Fete du Mouton which occurs about 60
days after the end of Ramadan (I explained the Fete du Mouton in another post
last year). The Fantasia was wonderful to watch with the horses all decorated and
racing towards the Lamido to recreate the battles of the tribes when Islam was
brought to Cameroon. Also it was great to see many people from my village
celebrating and dancing around our Chief on his horse.
Me and my village Chief at Fantasia |
Cameroon has many emotional impacts on Peace Corps
volunteers. You can see this effect when volunteers are finishing their service
and preparing to leave. They are tired: tired of trying to engage their
communities in positive change or even just creative/critical thinking while
battling the white/nassara stereotypes that we all are rich and have easy lives
back in the US. Then there are the views on women and how we are supposed to be
married/have children. Some Peace Corps volunteers will give all they can to
get to know their village but then so many volunteers’ homes are broken into or
they are robbed on the street of a nearby city. Even our Peace Corps
administration can give us headaches. How to volunteers deal with all of this
negativity? How do I deal with it? I am still trying to figure that out. When
Cameroon slaps me in the face, sometimes I think it is my fault, just like many
other volunteers. But then I try to think about the few Cameroonians whom I
have met that are kind, hardworking, and open-minded. I didn’t come here to be
wanted or to be needed, I came here to share and learn. And I am reminded of
Anne of Green Gables: “tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it. Well,
there are no mistakes in it yet”. So even when I go to sleep thinking about the
women on the train who did not believe me when I told them that I was not rich
and came to Cameroon to work for practically no money, or the possibility that
I lost some money to a person who does not care that I am trying to help my
community, or the termites in my ceiling….then I try to turn off my thoughts
because tomorrow is a new day and it could be a better day if I get some sleep.
And there is always the guys transporting sheep by moto-taxi to give me a good laugh |
And tomorrow was better! Visiting the ASEED house for
orphaned and abandoned children, I was reminded that there are good people in
Cameroon. Sister Carine now has 7 babies to look after, all left abandoned in
Ngaoundéré. One baby was found in a bag stashed away under a tree at 8pm while
the rain poured down. People believe that she had been there for over 2 days.
Now she is happy, still shivering slightly, but thankfully in the care of
Sister Carine. There are many wonderful people in this beautiful country and
all around world. Even with what has been happening recently, we can’t forget
that there are good people and good intentions. We may be in different
countries, but the view from space shows a brilliant planet with only the stars
as borders.
My work partner and I visiting a project participant's field of soy |
And guess what?! The soy is growing and thankfully most of
the farmers in the soy project have successful fields of soy!! The best part
about being here is seeing crops grow across the horizon, knowing that the
farmers we work with are growing in mind & spirit, and feeling myself grow
in knowledge & understanding.