Sunday, July 28, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
A local ICP (head nurse) reinforces our points for students in Wolof. I stand next to him, being extremely supportive.
Wait, seriously? None of you slept under your bed nets last night? Did I stutter with my question?
Behavior change technique: throw some children under a net, pretend to attack them with a life-size homemade mosquito, and do some sassy finger wagging. Success rate for this method TBD.
Part of our Pout Malaria Tournee team with a lot of random people who happened to be passing by when the photo was taken. Teamwork!
Monday, April 15, 2013
|Dabo and I on Tabaski|
|Me and Mame|
Maybe I'm overreacting. Gossip, especially rage-filled, screaming, slandering oratory, is pretty much a national sport in Senegal, especially in my Wolof-heavy area. The Senegalese love a good debate. Then again, these family "discussions" about my host sisters usually seem more like open hunting seasons than extemporaneous exchanges. I read an article once about the vitality of gossip in African communities, how it protects people and binds them together when so many things are taboo to discuss. I love a piece of good gossip myself.
I also know that the ways in which a society judges people usually have their underlying reasons. Maybe there are some key facts about my host sisters that I don't see, maybe my host mom's words are the only way to straighten them out or discipline them. Plus, I've never had to manage a gigantic Senegalese household. I'm sure my host mom has chosen her methods for keeping it all together with some thought. But even when I try look at these incidents through a lens of cultural understanding, I still have trouble seeing it all as anything less than vicious.
|Mame with her daughter, Astou|
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
|We stumbled across this magical flute playing man recently. CULTURE!|
Monday, January 21, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
|The snowflakes are still hung on random trees around our compound, YES.|
|A Sorority House Christmas|
|We also had no spoons, which meant we had to stir and taste-test our food with daggers.|
|Hats provided by Nicky's family.|