jeudi 6 septembre 2007

Ritual and Moving In

When i moved into my house in Tougouri, no one had been inside for three or four months. And you could tell. It took me two days to clean it and make it liveable. However, the volunteer who lived there before me left everything there so i actually have furniture. There is a small living room/kitchen. Then a joining small bedroom - it is the perfect amount of space for me! Slowly I have been starting to build ritual for my days. Comfort in the familiar, right? My days revolve around the marche schedule - because a marche day means VEGGIES! yay! nutrition! At 6:30 i get out of bed and eat leftover french bread and drink earl gray tea (with powdered milk in it - i know . . . but actually it is really good). Then i do chores, read, sudoku, and kill time until 10 when i go run errands on the main road and/or go to the marche. I buy things for my house or for me . . . burkina faso football jersey . . . buckets for water . . . cookware. And of course bread and veggies and things like that. The marche is only every three days so i have to make the veggies last. Then i go take a nap. Around 5 i go for a walk and maybe hang out with my Dolo lady who is really nice to me (dolo is a barely alcoholic libation made from millet and fermented for 24 hrs - i really just partake for the socal aspect). Theni ride my bike by the barage for sunset. Man is that gorgeous or what? The barage (reservoir) is a huge oasis and there are lilly pads, huge gnarly trees (that look like live oaks and pecan trees), people walking with 40lbs of stuff on their head, and unfortunatley an occasional bather ("Hey! That's my drinking water!" is what passes in my head - dont worry mom i filter and bleach my water). I nest and make my house MY house. The days are slow and full of languages i barely speak. I love the solitude far more than i thought i would. Slowly my two rooms are becoming mine and eventually that will stretch out into my courtyard and that space will feel like me too. Then, it will go even further and i will be Burkinabe and they wont shout Nasara! at me. And i can finally start to do what i originally set out to do. You cant make any kind of sustainable difference in the lives of a community if you remain outside of it - integration is why peace corps works. so thats what i gotta do.

4 commentaires:

Katie a dit…

Becca, this is really Fred, as a for what it is worth, it sounds like you have a bigger living arangement than Katie has. Always glad to hear about you! We think of you often, in fact i saw a patient this am that i told my assistant is an older version of you, she is a biology teacher at local high school.

Mollie a dit…

Hello Becca from LR. I work at WordsWorth Books, your mom sent me link to your blog. I've applied to PC and am going through the med/dental process. Ugh, as you know. I love your blog. Your writing is lively, just delightful. And, hee, will help in my aspiration statement, should I get to that stage. At 54 I wonder... Keep on having fun. :)

Paul Tackett a dit…

I'm going to have to come visit... is this the house with the creepy paintings on the inside?

Jackie a dit…

I hear you have bad weather in Burkina now... is it making travel difficult? That's what the weather people say. I miss you!

 
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