Update

So, since I wrote the previous post, we have been working on our pump project.  As of yesterday, we have replaced 7 aging/broken pumps in southwest Kara.  The project has currently supplied potable water to an average of 400 men, women, and children per pump.  We have traveled 240k by moto over the past 3 days.  Villages have gifted us 7 chickens and a pile of yams that is probably as tall as I am.  Three villages have danced for us.  D’s laundry girl probably washed 5 pounds of dust out of my clothes.   

In other news, to continue my electronic crisis, my mouse broke. All I can do on my computer now is watch movies.  And so it goes. 

And counting . . .

As of sometime this evening I will have been a PCV for 2 years.  My dad will be somewhere in his late sixties.  And so it goes

One thing, among many, that is different about northern Togo vis'a vis southern Togo is the number of women one sees on motos, or mopeds.  A friend of mine visiting from down south actually brought this to my attention when she was up here.  you see a lot more women driving motos here than in the south.  I dont really know why this is.  true, the majority of women drive mopeds instead of motos-- i assume because mopeds are easier to ride with skirts. i think there are more mopeds up here because they come down from burkina.  but there still seem to be more women driving in general up here.

ive been craving chocolate chip cookies recently.  a lot. 

the weather has finally changed.  a tan haze permanently rimes the sky.  i woke up this morning and thought it was foggy-- until i realized, again, that fog is soft and grey, not khaki and and crunchy.

vegetation is dying.  except for mango trees, they are sprouting leaves.  i can begin to see things in the distance again.  the kids play football in drifts of golden leaves under the neem tree by my house.  the air is dry and dusty.  my allergies, such as they are, have been noticeable.  D's allergies are so bad she has to drug herself to sleep at night.  benedryl is wonderful.

i found a roadkill viper on my way into town today.  at least i think it was a viper.  it was short, fat, and spotted.  what was left of it anyway. 

i was laying in bed one night last week about 1 am.  i couldnt sleep because of a bad reaction to something (dont ask).  anyway,  i was laying there and heard something in the other room.  that did not sound like a cat.  i shined my flashlight around the corner and a goat bolted out through the curtain that is my front door.  i managed to drift off to sleep until something woke me up again.  because i am smart like that i figured it was the goat again, so i waited until i actually got into the other room before turning on my flashlight.  sure enough, same goat.  only this time it got confused (blinded?) and ran into the corner instead of out the door.  i neglected my glasses but i could see well enough to grab my broom handle and start wailing on the thing.  i realized that this goat was apparently lacking in the brains department, so i stopped beating it and drug it out from the corner.  whereupon it missed the door again and jumped up on my lit picot, trampling a pile of books.  beating did not dissuade it.  i wound up having to wrestle the goat out of my front door and sent it on its way with a kick.  it hasnt been back.

another holiday season in togo.  i find that i do not really miss most of the crap that goes with the holidays.  like the constant jingles, ads, commercials, etc. 

N'tilabi and Adji dug up a basin of huge sweet potatoes from my garden last night.  it was a pretty sight.

beneath the wide blue empty sky

A week ago sunday was the last rain of the year in Nampoch.  Until it rained again the other day.

Rain right now is bad because the cotton is budding and corn is drying.  Rain knocks off cotton blossoms and rots cornstalks still in the fields.  If the corn hasnt been harvested yet, ears that fall on wet ground sprout and are thus useless.  Bt corn hasnt made it to Africa yet.  People shake their heads every time it rains now because it screws with their harvest. 

But, on days when it doesnt rain, the sky is usually empty like it is in harmattan and hot season.  It is this bowl that stretches forever.  Infinity looks like a wide blue empty sky. 

Rain now is such a weird contrast to everything else that is going on.  Trees are losing leaves.  Well some of them.  Mango trees are putting out new leaves.  But the undergrowth is dying off.  The seas of shoulder-high grass are changing from green to brown.  You can see the ground in my garden again.

Djiddah is finally getting better.  she's walking around and smiling again.  its scary how much weight, relatively speaking, that she lost.  i had to find her this one kind of medicine that is used to treat meningitis and autoimmune disorders in cancer patients .

Yesterday Petit and i were getting a calabash for Obama's eventual victory-- Petit was confident that he would win-- when a couple guys walked up.  One guy was like "american!  whats up with the election?  Romney and Obama are each at like 48% although some polls say that Obama is up by 3 points."  Togolese know as much about the election as i do.  This morning i was in at the poste and they started asking me about it.  The postmaster and i got in this discussion about why Romney didnt win.  He is of the opinion that Ryan could have beaten Obama because he is more fiscally solid and more likeable than Romney.  Its kind of humbling how closely people follow US politics when, at one point in my adult life, I could not have named one West African leader.

Petit is one of my favorite people in Togo.  he's in his early forties i think.  in many ways he's kind of a stereotypical farmer-- somewhat conservative, laid back, polite, even tempered, complains a lot about the weather.  he's one of the most easy going people i know. he likes a good joke. on fridays, when my host mom sells tchakpa, if i am gone, he drunk dials me to find out how Im doing.  one thing Petit is not very conservative about though is education.  yesterday he and i were talking about how this one woman is going to Kouka to be like an apprentice-secretary.  Petit was like "yeah, i wish that my daughters could do something like that but you need (the equivalent of your GED)."  I've always wondered why he is so adamant about all of his kids getting a good education when girls education is a problem in our area.  I started asking him about school and he said that he only made it through the equivalent of junior high because he didnt have anyone to support him.  it is interesting how some people strive for a better life and a better world for their children. 

I think its kind of funny what makes me happy these days.  stuff like getting new books for my nook. getting Angry Birds for my nook, a package of granola bars from my mom (food that i dont have to make/sterilize/kill/deep fry/chase/think about is so amazing). finding someone selling peanuts.

speaking of my nook, i find myself using my laptop as a nook charger these day. i love the thing but i wish it had more battery life . . .

the decline of child mortality

Djida, my littlest host sister, should probably be dead.  the fact that she is not is a demonstration of why the child mortality rate in Africa is declining.  Djida is probably about 4.  she is usually this precocious combination of peppy and serious.  she’s started carrying little basins on her head like her mom.  when I cleaned out my house a while back, I tossed out this half pagne that was collecting dust.  Djida took it and wraps herself up in it like her older sisters.  The only french she knows its “merci” which she gravely says every time I give her something.  

Djida gets seriously sick every 4-5 months or so, like most people around me.  They get malaria and spend several days laying around.  With Djida though, its sometimes different.  I don’t know if its her immune system or a perfect storm of malnutrition and malaria, but she gets really sick.  This happened earlier this week.  High fever, no appetite, lethargic. Djida didn’t have the energy to brush flies away.  last night I’m pretty sure I could see every bone in her torso.  being able to count every rib above a distended belly messes with my mind.  

Petite took her to the local clinic a couple days ago, and they said to take her to the hospital in kouka for tests.  He came back with a sack of vials and medicines.  From what I see, Djida has malaria, intestinal parasites, and anemia, and some other stuff that I couldn’t figure out.  I looked at her health booklet.  Petite paid over 5 mille for just her medicines alone, not counting the examination and test fees.  They have to take her to the clinic every day for like a week for a shot.  But she was out and about this morning, so I think she’s getting better.  I was really worried about her for a couple of days. 

Last year Djida got so sick that they had to take her down to Sokode for a blood transfusion. Just that alone cost something like 20 mille.  Petite is a fairly well to do farmer and he manages his household finances well enough that he has enough money to pay for his childrens’ medical bills.  Thanks to the Catholics, there is a good rural clinic in Nampoch.  One can get decent (i.e. life-saving) medical treatment in Kouka, plus the medicines to treat the most common problems.  Cheaply.  I hear of enough children dying in Nampoch to know that not everyone has the money or the wherewithal to take their kids to the doctor.  5 mille ($10) is a decent amount of money to a farmer, let alone 20 mille.  The cost of a pizza could mean life or death for a child here.  

Peanut season is over.  This makes me sad.  

Rainy season is almost over, much to the joy of my farmer friends.  They’ve had too much rain here this year.  Peanut, bean, and corn yields are down because of it.  Now, since it is starting to flower, any heavy rain will damage cotton yields as well.  

I find myself reading Russian authors in bunches.  I just re-read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand interspersed with Emma Goldman’s Anarchism and other essays.  Super pumped about that election now.  Sadly, my status as a (technically) US government employee means that I cant really talk about how pumped I am.  

I suppose I can go this far though.  It is kind of tiring reading stuff from the US about the current election with regards to the reaction against the “Washington establishment.”  Many people in the US seem to vote for candidates simply based on the fact that these candidates are not career politicians, or are somehow removed from Washington. These voters vote for amateurs, not professional politicians.  Um, really?  In what other profession, except college sports, would you want an amateur over a professional?  Amateur plumber—your house floods. Amateur electrician—it burns down. Amateur carpenter—it falls down.  Etc.  Look at the “debt crisis” of last year to see what amateur politicians do.  Professionals do their jobs well. They keep things running.  Policy change with a gargantuan, entrenched bureaucracy is a different story.  But professional politicians, in my life time at least, have made sure that I, when I’m in the States anyway, enjoy roughly the same quality of life as I always have.  The price of this quality of life, and even its morality, is, of course, another discussion.  But “those people” in Washington keep the lights on.  Regardless of the party.  This probably says something about the two party system, but thats another discussion too.

pictures

off roading in senegal

 

rural senegal

 

the "magician"

harvest time

the burial of the oldest man in Dankpen

northern Togo

pump parts!

So, red spots update.  creeping eruption.  i.e. worms crawling through my skin.  again.  but, I got drugs that killed them.  I feel like god.

Pump project update! I forgot about this in my last post, but about 6 weeks ago or so I received all the funding for my half of the project.  I used this money as a down payment on our combined pump parts.  D’s half of the project just got funded today.  this is very happy.

Do you know what 10 grand (USD) looks like in francs CFA?  A brick about the size of my head.  Kader and I went to Kara to take the money out of my account and deposit in the account of our pump parts supplier.  I was a multi- millionaire, Togo style, for about 35 minutes.  I could have bought a nice moto, a house, a car, some wives, etc.  At once.  

Kader arranged for the pump parts to be shipped up the next weekend.  It was exciting to see the piles of piping and pistons in Kader and Daré’s houses.  Now that we have all the funding, we’ll program our installation dates for each village.  

Richard called me Monday morning.  He sounded terrible.  He said that he was in a moto accident the night before and was calling me from the hospital.  It happened Sunday night.  he was coming back from a call when a drunk guy on another moto, without a headlight, or brakes, swerved into him.  He woke up in the hospital.  He should have been dead.  I went to see him on Tuesday and he looked terrible.  He said he was peeing and coughing blood, had a concussion, and a bad cut on his arm.  I went to visit him again yesterday and he was a lot better.  Still peeing blood, but he looked human again.  Luckily people saw the accident, so the other guy should have to pay for everything.  Hopefully. Its been a rough year for Richard.

D’s visit the other week coincided with a “magician’s” visit in Nampoch.  He did a performance on marche night.  It was held in the Nampoch bar owner’s compound.  they hooked up a generator and strung lights over the place.  the “magician” had two warm up and three main acts.  the first one was pretending to swallow a razor blade.  in the second, he cut off pieces of his tongue.  which was actually a tomato slice.  the performance was halted while they calmed down the home owner who was upset because the “magician” spilled “blood” in his house.  the third act was the “magician” laying on the ground while a couple volunteers pounded fufu on his chest.  the fourth was him laying on the ground while another volunteer drove a moto over his chest, across boards.  the 5^th act was him laying on the ground with a big rock on his chest while a volunteer beat it into pieces with a hammer.  some people, especially the younger guys, thought this performance was great.  D and I enjoyed it for the “I wonder what crazy “magic” stunt he’s going to try next” factor. it drizzled the whole time. that didn’t really help my mood.  but it was good that D was there.  otherwise i would have been wet and wishing she was there the whole time too. 

I went up to koulfekou a couple days ago with N’tifoni, Jacques, and Nicco to do a follow up for our gender equality formation.  Koulfekou is in this narrow strip of Dankpen between the Kara and Oti (one of the Volta branches if you are in Ghana).  its really pretty up there.  we continued on to a fishing village on the Oti itself.  Koulfekou is Tchossi, which isnt related to Konkumba.   This little fishing village, and its neighbors in Ghana are Ewé.  The people I was with know a little Tchossi, they definitely don’t know any Ewé.  There was one guy in the village who spoke French cause none of the children go to school apparently, so we talked to him.  it was interesting because my friends were 40k from their hometown and could only communicate with fellow Togolese in French. the fish there was amazing though, and I usually don’t like freshwater fish here. 

On the way back I made N’tifoni stop his moto and climbed up this little hill that overlooked probably 70k of Togo.  it was amazing.