Saturday, February 1, 2014

Journal Post 1/24



STILL no new notebook :(

-Woke up, sluggish, got everything ready, and mom knocked on my door to see if I was sick… nope, just slow. I was just about to leave to chill outside, too, hah.
-Texted, tried to study… outside, for two hours. Which I did until I couldn’t stand the damn flies anymore and retired.
-Went inside, prepped lunch, ate all of my dried apples, exercised, polished off my peanut butter, drew, studied the tiniest bit, washed dishes
-Shoveled a path to my door since my brother demolished a hut next to me that was unused and the leftover cement was everywhere. I also small boyed some of the kids and my older sister who I really liked to help me and gave them some candy for their services.
-Got down to business at 6 and made marshmallows again, just like, 6 this time. Brought them to the market.
-Sped walked to the market, gave the ladies who sell vegetables there and my dad a try. They all liked it a lot! It was fun chatting with them and there weren’t as many people there like there are in the mornings.
-Walked back, so many guys wanted to talk in English to me but I insisted on responding in Serehule. Or I just keep on walking/ignore them. Teenage boys can be really obnoxious here in groups, blah. They whisper this PSSSSTTTT to you and it’s unpleasant but it’s the norm. It doesn’t affect Gambians at all since they grew up with it but, shit, it rises something fierce inside me. It just feels like it’s harassment but it’s probably because they want to chat to me, which, 99% of the times I DO NOT want to do with some random male stranger. In English. Call me a brat but… they’re just sketchy sometimes. I am a perfectly happy conversationalist if they greet me rather than trying to PST me for attention :)

Journal Post 1/23



BULLETING because I'm at the end of my journal which I thought would last forever. I have to get another one soon...

-Went out to get groceries, came back and prepped food, exercised, ate, researched on Morocco.
-Went out to buy bitik chocolate and soap, all melted made marshmallows, made everyone wash their hands with running water and soap.
-Packed some up, headed into town with grandma and my younger sister to head to the clinic since she said she was sick.
-Went another way than the original path, couldn’t give nice market ladies marshmallows even though I said I’d stop by
-Everyone was greeting me and my grandmother had to pull me along. Awkward moment with me giving a smore to a woman who gave me free stuff at her bitik, she was telling me to wait while my grandma told me to go – they each had one of my arms pulling in two different directions but my grandma won out.
-Got to the clinic, HM checked on her, gave her meds, she said she couldn’t sleep at night and her back hurt, and she felt like she had a temperature (she didn’t)
-Gave Ceedee and HM marshmallows to try
-Finally came back, went to sleep

Journal Post 1/22



Today was interesting. I went to greet one compound that had an overwhelming amount of people – I saw boys pounding and women sitting – very unlike anything I saw before, annoying kids – some were good while others were OBNOXIOUS and I had to tell them I wasn’t a toubab, I was Mariama, they asked what my real name was, and I insisted Mariama, haha. They weren’t my favorite compound but there’s this one little girl who was nice – a fellow Mariama and one of the women were very nice to me. I think I don’t do well when there’s 8000 kids yelling and crying – I just can’t zone those noises out. Anyways, the girl who introduced/walked me who was also very nice, we left, and I was on my way into town again to buy groceries. The ladies gifted me with two bitter tomatoes and a hot pepper which was so sweet. I bought another eggplant for my family and tomatoes for myself. OH and leafy greens again. I went back and chatted for a long while with a woman I mistook for someone else (fail) but she is pregnant and we talked for a good 40 minutes with people coming in and out and this guy who couldn’t talk (but loved to speak with hand emotion) brewed attaya for us. I said I didn’t like a lot of sugar and they obliged + they even got basil to put in it. It was very pleasant to say the least. I bid them farewell and willed myself to sit at one more compound before calling it a day. This compound also had obnoxious kids who were just as loud but very eager to talk to me. I just can’t carry on a conversation with hoards of kids chanting my name/shrieking/crying – I don’t know how adults can hear over all that ruckus. There was a real nice teen there and one of the ladies are super friendly. I headed home finally, dropped off groceries, and my mom said she could cook meat and cassava for me. Awesome. So, I went inside, cooked another delicious meal with enough to spare for tomorrow and got them all washed, too. I stayed inside to read up on Morocco in the 4 Lonely Planet books I grabbed from the transit house… only to find 3 of the books had the Morocco pages turn out and the last one is 13 years old, haha. Oh well, I’ll read what I have but bringing all the books back is going to be a pain, fml. I spoke with Beth for a while before showering and heading out to walk my grandma to the clinic because her back hurt. She thought she needed money to go but my community rep just told her to go and not to worry about it. I’ll have to ask if that’s true… anyways, we walked, I greeted, but I said I wanted to greet the woman I had attaya with – only to forget where she lived and figured my grandma didn’t want to take that route. SO I wanted to stop by the sitting place that I spoke to a man earlier in the day because he said that HIS back hurt, too. I offered to walk with him to the hospital. Well, he wasn’t there, and a mummbly/unable to speak man was there instead and no one understood me when I was trying to find him. They said that he left – not that I knew his name or anything, then Bintu, one of the sellers, made a hand gesture about leaving + she looked a bit annoyed/vexed. My grandma, then, decided to turn back and go straight home. We were half way there too, wtf. So I’m confused and they kept on saying something I didn’t understand at all. So we were almost home but I decided to go to the tailor’s to make use of my time and showed him the design of the dress I wanted him to make on my iTouch. My little sister who tagged along of course thinks it’s a phone but the tailor – Masane – knows it’s an iPod + was excited to try and make a toubab dress, haha. We chatted for a bit before I returned. My moms were trying to explain the situation but that was legit the first time I had NO clue what was happening – they seemed a bit annoyed – and they were using a word I had no idea of. SO I called Ida. Thankfully that confusion was sorted out. They lady at the market messed up and misinterpreted the situation – they thought I had a pregnant friend visiting my house so they turned back but in reality I just wanted to visit my friend in passing/the one who I drank attaya with) and go to the hospital but couldn’t find that man. Luckily, Ida translated all of that and my family wasn’t mad at all, it was just one big misunderstanding. We’ll go to the clinic tomorrow morning. I tried calling Hadja but her phone was off and I didn’t want to talk to her dad with her there. Welp, after dinner I went back outside and my mom called! American mom. After talking to her, I told a bit of my background/life in America to my family here in particular my mom who was interested in hearing. All in Serehule. I said my parents were divorced, my mom only has one child, my parents live separately, they only have one kid because they didn’t have the ability to raise more since they didn’t get a good education and can’t speak English so I help my mom. I also said my “husband” helps my mom even though they’re far away from each other. Like from Kulari to Banjul, haha (in distance). I then called my training family and yeah, productive night.

Journal Post 1/21



Big day yesterday. Woke up late since I stayed up abnormally late the night before. I decided to walk into town to buy soap, met up with a nice Touray relative who’s actually a nice old lady who lives behind me, and we took a new path toward the market. This new way is a short cut since I wouldn’t be seeing the VDC sitting place or the bakers. I’ll be sure to get my face known in this new way to work. We went to the market, I bought some sweet potato or some kind of leafy greens that looked like choi – 1 batch for 1 dalasi – it was more than enough for 2 days worth – and 5 dalasi of tomatoes. I whipped out a picture of my ‘husband’ and everyone loved that. I had a nice talk with my relative on the way back – we stopped by one of my relative’s husband’s clan’s house and talked for a hot second before continuing. She stopped at a compound and told her grandson to bring me home. I worked out for a good hour before washing the food and prepped them. I think I’m going to use my filter as a faucet for running water next time I wash food. Genius. SO I did everything to prep and proceeded to make the BEST noodle dish in awhile – so yummy and full of veggies PLUS no oil! At 5, I got my game face on and walked to HM’s to meet up with Ceedee to finally pick up my table. The carpenter here is OK, not the nicest and tried to rip me off, but he made a nice simple table. I paid and Ceedee hoisted it all the way back to my house. I proceeded to clean/move stuff around for the next 3 hours. I eventually got a layout that I’m pretty satisfied with – 2 chests and my hockey bg on the table (the bag’s extendable handle serves as my towel holder… I know, genius), my every day items are on top of my chests, my luggage is against the table and my food chest on top of that. My chest full of books and miscellaneous hobby items are on the floor for a temporary seat and my big kitchen test is on a chair inbetween the door and my bed. I have my stove to the left of my table and right of the back door. I still need a small desk that’s transportable outside and two more sturdy chairs, but other than that my house will be all set!

Today I woke up late again, oops. My community representative still hasn’t come back so I spent the morning with my family attempting to pound coos, talking, fetching water, and wrote out what I wanted to say to my tutor’s dad. I finished, even though HM can translate, I wanted to contribute effort from my part because this really hits close to home and affects me. I read it to my host mom and she understood – which was good. Then I went to Camara Kunda – the compound behind my house – chatted with them for a bit before coming back to make lunch and exercise. The leafy greens/choi from yesterday didn’t go bad! It was great but now I know not to add two servings of rice noodles, they soak up water fast, and to always add seasoning. Adobo’s/Sazon’s great. I exercised, called Hadja, and apparently her dad was going to the bush. I’ll try again tomorrow. Instead, I drew my dress/complete ideas and took them to the tailor’s. This guy is a friend of my family’s and as said before, he knows English! He’s not from Kulari but he’s one of Baharu’s friends and always sits in my compound to chat. He understood my drawings but one of them I’m going to have to break out my iTouch to show him what I mean. Plus I have to figure out a way to secretly whip that out so that my family doesn’t know I have it or else they’ll bug me forever to take pictures. We chatted for awhile and thank God he knows English. The kids who surrounded us were loud and obnoxious so unfortunately I couldn’t hear him too well – he’s soft spoken. It was nice anyways. I got measured, dropped off skirts stuff to fix which he returned perfectly in the evening!

Journal Post 1/19



I had the most wild week. I’m bulleting:

1/12: What started out as a normal morning evolved into an eventful day. I was on an adventure to Basse after breakfast where I discussed transit house renovations with two older PCVs and we brainstormed super exciting ideas. My adventure consisted of going a back way into town to avoid all the people, cars, and road that’s awful (terrible slant and rocks because it’s under construction… it would be abnormal if I didn’t get like 50 rocks in my shoe before walking into town). Albert knew a nice woman named Mamasa, Mama for short, who took us a back way where we crossed a small stream. Halfway there, I get a call from Elizabeth with terrible news – she fell and completely twisted her foot and knee! Albert and I doubled back to help her but she got a ride to the transit house so we met her there. Me and a rag tag team of PCVs cleaned up any wounds we saw and tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible while a missionary friend she called came to get her to drive her back to site. Elizabeth wanted to get back to site so that she could pack since Peace Corps would transport her to Banjul to get her checked. After Elizabeth left with a letter I wrote for her, I waited until 2 PM to go back to Mama’s house with Albert and we set off on the back roads again. It was hot as hell but I was able to see the governor’s mansion, crossed a cute creek, went a new way and succeeded in arriving before my Skype date at 3 PM but I was soaked with sweat. I found out later on that on this day, Gambia was the hottest place in West Africa. Awesome. I was able to Skype, bought some stuff and went back to the house. I also decided to make everyone Valentine’s with a lollipop which meant, yes, I started folding 100 origami hearts. I also nommed on delicious burritos that night. It was a good day.

1/13:
I decided to get an early start to the computer lab today. Ended up on the computer for 7 hours…getting new songs (I’ve been replaying Beyonce’s, Drakes, and Loude’s new songs like no one’s business), updating my blog, and responding to some people. AND I still wasn’t finished with everything I had to do…jeez. I bought a delicious veggie filled dinner, an apple, and headed back to the transit house to finish folding the Valentine’s. I get a call from my language Cultural Facilitator telling me she’s pushing my Thursday site visit date earlier so she’s seeing me on Wednesday morning. I ask if I could get a ride to/from Basse so I could make the Camp GLOW event on Thursday morning and she said no problem! Camp GLOW stands for Girls and Guys Leading Our World and is a week long camp that invites a group of students and a teacher representative from 6 schools to teach about gender equality/health/leadership. SO I decided to stay in Basse until Wednesday in order to take her up on that free ride offer… anything to avoid the Gambian transportation system.

1/14:
Woke up early to try and get on a computer again. Unfortunately something was wrong with their server or something so I went off to buy groceries. When I came back, the computers were still down so I decided to just leave. I acquired more supplies for my hut  since I would be getting a ride back to site the next day which means very little lugging and hauling a heavy backpack! I exchanged all my big bills so that I can finally buy stuff in visit (Note: YOU NEED small bills in village, very little costs more than 100D at once), watched a bunch of Freaks and Geeks while finishing my Valentine’s project, completed my Site Visit form which is needed every time I have a PC staff come to visit me – this involves writing about how I’m doing, questions or concerns, safety issues, etc. I made dinner, the wifi was ridiculously fast for once, and I packed all before turning in early for my site visit the next day.

1/15:
Went to site bright and early! After picking up Ida and seeing her childhood home, we headed to Kulari. I even got my cutting board that I asked her to buy me from Kombo so I’m all set to cook for myself! We stopped along the way because Ida and Babucar (both LCFs) wanted to purchase baobab and it’s way cheaper up country. Ida wasn’t feeling so hot because she’s allergic to dust, and well, URR is solely comprised of dust. When we got to my site, my family was really excited to see me – but my hut looked like no one has been living in it since crap always falls down from the ceiling EVERY morning. I unpacked/repacked for Camp GLOW while Ida was asking me a bunch of questions for Peace Corps about my work, my family, my integration, etc. She kind of stressed me out when she said I went to Basse too much even though it was recently the holidays and the past weekend I was there to buy site supplies and do other things… not vegging out. It was a minor comment but it stuck with me and I felt crappy about myself. She left to talk to my family while I finished packing and swept. When I stepped out, they were done talking and I said my goodbyes because we were off to Dillon and Selina’s site – Sami Koto and Sare Alfa, respectively. I immediately texted Tyler and Elizabeth to tell them what happened and they were like my emotional crutch, haha. We dropped Babucar off at Selina’s site while Ida, Alaji the driver, and I continued to Dillon’s site which is pretty far away. I didn’t say much and continued texting – the ride was bumpy as hell! We finally arrived and I stepped outside to write to Zabeth, Dillon’s girlfriend who is going to teach in Japan soon, while Dillon and Ida were inside discussing his site visit. I figured I was going to try and give her some tips about Japan before she left. About 20 minutes later, Ida emerges and Dillon and I are left conversing. He didn’t have a great experience either – we were both rushed even though we were so excited to spend time with our LCFs and told everyone about it. We were able to talk to the VDC Chairman and the head of the Women’s Group so I’m thankful for that despite it being all of 10 minutes altogether. Dillon and I ended up chatting and picking each other up emotionally which was really nice. Thank God for Dillon. Ida comes back shortly after and lunch was served. It was coos with this really delicious side of beans! After we ate, we went outside and Dillon’s family is so generous – they gifted Ida with a chicken (newly slaughtered), a huge bag of peanuts, and peppers. His dad is the coolest guy ever, too, we spoke in Serehule, he’s one handed, and he’s still a carpenter, fisher, farmer, etc. He does NOT let his one arm hold him back. No one else knew Serehule, unfortunately, so I couldn’t communicate with them. So, now with my spirits lifted, we departed. Of course they forgot some stuff they were suppose to deliver to Dillon, fail, haha. We stopped by Garawol to pick up Alicia and she immediately talks about work which made me realize Ida visited Alicia’s site first – so in comparison, Dillon and I aren’t doing the work she was expecting. Welp, this made me feel even worse about myself because all I’ve been doing is greeting, going to my clinic to do do jobs here and there, but mostly just a motley assortment of stuff to get to know people better. More frantic texting ensues. When we get back to Basse, I walked into town to buy groceries for dinner, hopped online for a bit, and returned to the transit house. I was able to phone people to talk it out and that helped a lot. I also was consoled by an older volunteer which helped. She told me what I was doing was perfectly fine and not to worry about it and supplied personal experiences, etc, which eased my mind significantly. I packed for Camp GLOW, got a call from America, and went to bed.

1/16:
Woke up early and left with Mikaela and her visiting friend Carly to go to the car park/bus stop. They were able to deliver my Valentine’s to Elizabeth in Kombo to get them sorted before mail run. I consumed n entire bean sammich before setting off and ran into Fatou, the head of the women’s groups, and sat next to a pretty nice guy. I read a good part of the Hobbit waiting for the bus to start (I arrived at the stop an hour before they left) and all the security check points along the way with new music to entertain me. So clutch. It went by pretty fast! When I arrived, I met up with Jeff – a PCV who lives in Janjanbereh and also one of the leaders in my Marathon March – he led me to the school where Camp GLOW was happening and it was like walking into a Michael’s art store upon crossing through the threshold, haha. I was the only newbie to arrive that day and I wanted to make sure that I could make it to take notes and share with the others. Thursday was the last day of sessions while Friday was purely the closing ceremony so I wanted to catch what I could of their every day Camp GLOW schedule. The students were creating rice bag diagrams of health related topics – hygiene, puberty, malaria, etc. I introduced myself to everyone (no one spoke Serehule but everyone knew English) and thy were all grade 10 students in the Central River Region with their teacher representatives. I mostly sat back and observed/took notes. I went on an adventure to fetch ice, saw Jeff’s house with Sebastian, and rode on a bicycle fit for a 6’5 man. You can only guess HOW uncomfortable that was on my crotch. Great. Good news: I made it there alive and back, got bananas, ice, and rode back. Bad news: I felt like my vagina was going to fall off. When I returned, the education volunteers were debriefing with the teachers and that was great! I took more notes. Then, the students practiced health-themed dramas (skits) that they would be performing at the closing ceremony and received feedback to make it better. They were all great! Some were really hilarious. After that, they went on a quick trip to the clinic to perform their skits in front of the nurses. En route, I made quick friends with the female students who I taught some Chinese to and who that I was 16, haha. I guess there’s some advantages to looking young. When we arrived at the clinic, no one was there so we detoured to the ferry and performed for the street vendors/passerbys. We all walked back to the school afterward and while the students transitioned to playing soccer, I finished my birthday art on rice bags for people! Productive. I got a ride from Peter the driver back to Steve’s house with all my stuff which was nice. After showering and a compliment from someone in Steve’s family who said I was cute – I rode Nichole’s bike to dinner and didn’t hurt my crotch this time, thank God. They had to Frankenbike it – switched the seats so I could be comfortable, d’aw. It was a bit sketch since I’ve never been in JJB much less rode a bike at night here but the road was nice and flat and it was a simple ride. I met Laura and we got slightly harassed by really bold guys who I just ignored and found a place to eat. I got a pretty pricey vegetable curry but it was delicious. We thought we’d have a quiet dinner but the same guys who bothered us came into the hotel restaurant with their band and it was so loud… just for the two tourists who were there. They looked so weird and I took a picture of them taking a picture of Gambians, haha. The little kids randomly snuck in and began dancing – they were the stars of the show. Jeff and Peter S eventually showed up to chill a bit. They were being gentlemen. Laura had her eyes glued to the TV since it was a huge flat screen and it has been a while since we saw one – I watched 5 seconds of a film and deduced it was the Chun Li action movie from her signatures upside down copter kick and it totally was (testimony of my omnipresent nerdiness). We chilled for a bit before Jeff biked with me home. I had even more vegetable curry because Steve and Nichole got extra and it was delicious! The bread was unusually good, too, and I wish I could’ve eaten more. They didn’t know they bought that much, gr. Ah well. I got ready for bed and we talked all the way until 3 friggin AM. It was interesting listening to them since they’re the oldest volunteers. I told them my site visit story and they gave me good advice. All in all it was a good time… had it not been the fact that we stayed up until 3 AM hahaha. It was really interesting listening to Steve and Nichole since they are the oldest group in country and they gave me a lot of useful tips.

1/17:
Woke up, brushed, off I went to the school to catch breakfast. Beans, bread, jam, and butter. I was starving so it was delicious regardless. I really ought to switch my peanut butter for jam because I enjoy it so much more. Kelsey, one of the co-directors of Camp GLOW, put me to work on the beverage station so I was happy I had some work to do. Slowly, Motley Crew started to arrive! I was able to share sit visit stories and apparently everyone else had equally weird visits. As stupid as it sounds, it helped me validate my own weird visit, hah. It was exciting seeing everyone – even some AgFos came! I ran around socializing and working. Soon, the health Program Manager Gibril (who’s also Serehule), Leon, and his wife Abby came! I was able to catch up, pass on the birthday presents, complete my little coffee station task, and watch the ceremony. The opening was filled with both long and great speeches – Leon and Abby shared a really sweet and personal story about themselves – how working together helped them get to where they are today. I really enjoyed that. While I was sitting, I spotted an Agriculture related children’s book that someone made – that inspired me to perhaps brainstorm something on my own. Who knows, maybe I can team up with someone – I can draw okay! After the opening, completion certificates were distributed and we paused for a short break. All PCVs who were more involved and all the students who participated wore asoebes! It was just like my own swear in ceremony. Lots of older volunteers had cute designs and I snapped a bunch of pictures for my future completes/skirts/shirts. Leon wanted to leave early to visit some other PCVs and make it to Basse at a reasonable hour so we left right before lunch. Abby, being the saint that she is, fed Daniela (another health PCV who was catching a ride with Leon) and I panketos and roasted peanuts. I ate an alarming amount but it was so delicious – AND I was starving. We rode to Daniela’s site – she has an incredibly homey hut and her cat really liked me. The driver was Modou who I’m really close with so it was a pleasant journey. Daniela’s dad also gave me a piece of papaya – the season is upon us! We also stopped at another PCV named Siera’s place and she also had a sweet home. I love seeing how people set up their humble abode. Siera even has a hut that has rice bags lining her roof rather than tarped across! That makes it hard for animals and insects to crawl across. We finally finish off the visits and we are Basse bound. It occurred to me that I’ll have my own transport to site so I asked to be dropped off in the center of town to pick up some groceries for dinner, a whole plate (30) of eggs, 2 apples, and 8 meters of fabric for 350D! I strolled into a store thinking it was the one I always frequented, spoke in straight Serehule, even got the seller’s name wrong, and got a 50 D discount! I’m definitely going there again. I bought fabric for my bed cover. Walking back was a bit of a hassle because of all the shit I bought, but it happened, I cooked, talked to Daniela, Albert, and the newly arrived Kara who just came back to The Gambia after vacation! The wifi was fast again and I could to talk America, too! It was a very successful night.

1/18:
Woke up bright and early, packed, ate an apple, and off I went to pick up Abby and Leon. They were so sweet – as soon as Modou and I arrived, they sat us down and made breakfast for us- tea, a whole sandwich - half a banana, honey, and peanut butter! The other half, which I saved, was egg which I saved that for lunch. A plate of panketos was served next which Abby drizzled honey over and gave us fried fishballs. ALL of this was for breakfast. We helped them pack up and next thing we know, we’re heading toward tdhe farthest site in country – Song Kunda – where Malcolm is! It was so far out but the company was pleasant and that made it a quick trip. I learned more about Leon and Abby and we bonded over being from Massachusetts. It was quite a treat for a newbie like me to get a ride to site with the country Director and get to know him and his wife! He also incepted me and noted how I could make a great PCVL… hah, I’d have to stay a super long time for that. We finally arrive in Song Kunda and Malcolm’s family is so delightful. He even had a Serehule relative – some of his other relatives could speak it despite being a Mandinka community. His house is very homey and spacious and his backyard was made for an AgFo to build gardens. Too bad Malcolm’s health but he could totally do it. I spent a considerable time chatting with his family, met his community rep who is AWESOME and remembered I was from Kulari. We left and shot to Sami Koto next, Dillon’s site. When we arrived, his father was friendly as always, we chatted, he played the harmonica, and gifted Leon with a papaya. We left after Dillon had some Leon time while I got to know Abby better and went to the neighboring Garawol to see Alicia. We picked her up on the road and went to see her health clinic. After that, we went back to Kulari to drop me off! My family was very welcoming – helping me bring stuff to my door, they bought a bench for Leon and Abby to sit on, and gave them roasted peanuts. I shared some dried pineapples, we talked briefly, and off they went. Abby gave panketos to the kids and Leon asked me to translate something to them, haha. They might think I know more Serehule than I actually do but I tried my best and I think my family understood. I spent the rest of the day cleaning, unpacking, reorganizing, gave my family the beans I bought for them, chatted a bit after dinner, and went to bed.

1/19:
Today was very satisfying. Woke up. Made breakfast, jump roped, and went out to wait for Ceedee to come take me to the carpenter’s. My table was apparently done! As I was waiting, Baharu, my host brother, rallied his friends and put up the tarp laying around my house! YAY! No more annoying dust falling on my bed. Great timing, too, a disgusting cockroach fell and died on top of my outer layer bed net. I then walked to the carpenter’s with Ceedee and greeted a bunch of people. Unfortunately when I got there, I found out that my table wasn’t done but I put a down payment of 150 D down. We walked back and I bought tomatoes. I exercised as soon as I returned, washed the tomatoes (so hard to see clean water go like that… I need to devise a better cleaning system), made scrambled eggs, getting a lot better at that, washed dishes, cleaned my bed net/sleeping area, put on my second bed cover, now it’s one single color and a vibrant blue, and my tutors (the Cissoko sisters) came by with Fatou’s(present of the Woman’s Club) daughter/my Toma (A fellow Mariama). We went out to study but I received some pretty upsetting news… their father took them out of school to get married. They think education is only useful if they’re in a city, not in a village. They think the girls being away from the house and at school is bad for them. Ramata, 18, has been fighting them this for a while Hadja, 16, is apparently promised to someone in another village. They both don’t want to get married and want to stay in school. They both have dreams to become nurses. This broke my freakin heart to hear and I couldn’t believe it. I asked for their permission to talk to their father which they allowed – and I also want my community representative, the Alkaloo, WHOEVER with influence to talk to him. I know it’s out of my place but I would never forgive myself if I didn’t even try to talk to their dad. The sisters are so smart. We finished our session, my mind was so wrapped up still. That night I also got a call from America and my family got to chat with them for a bit. LAST but not least, I also discovered my family friend and tailor could speak English!