Monday, March 16, 2015

Did you see that?!

This is possibly the most common phrase heard in a car in Ouaga. Or Burkina Faso. Or Africa for that matter.
On a leisurely Sunday morning drive, this kind man drove by my car. As expats, we always shout "Look at that!" and want to take a picture...but the moment passes too quickly. Luckily, I had my phone on hand.
So I took a picture of this man carrying the back half of a skinned cow on his moto. Because you don't see that everyday!

Monday, March 2, 2015

Storying with Truck Drivers

 It is every short-term missionary's nightmare to get sick on a one-week trip. Every day is packed--seeing different ministries, working, and going to the bush. This dream came true for Mariah and Carrie (yes, Mariah Carey). They had intended to go to the bush for 3 days to help build a hangar for a church. However, the night before they were to leave, they became very sick. While they were sad, my friend Molly and I rejoiced (but in a compassionate way)! We get to show them ministry in Ouaga! While not a lot of people would get excited about going to ESOL classes or working on SD cards, these girls were champs! Molly and I kept them busy!
On Wednesday, the girls (and Molly and myself) went to the Baptist Mission to work on a project that was in great need of help. The IMB folks in Burkina have been working on a ministry with truck drivers since we arrived. Ouagadougou has a large population of these men. They live a life of being unsettled, constantly moving (I can relate!). Many of the Ms go to the truck stops and practice storying with them. West Africa in general has a high illiteracy rate, and they love to tell stories. This opens the door for sharing Bible stories. The long-term goal is that these men would accept Christ and use their nomadic lifestyle to share the Gospel. I love how strategic the IMB is, so this was up my alley. For about 5 hours, the four of us loaded Bible stories in 4 languages onto mini SD cards. Most West Africans have phones where they put mini-SD chips in to listen to music. What a great way to listen to Bible stories! It was slow, monotonous work (drag drop, copy paste), but it was neat to be a small part of a big mission! We did about 190 cards, and Seth and I have continued the work and have finished about 100 more!
 Sometimes, mission work isn't the most exciting, but it is rewarding. I had the biggest smile when we were done because that is 300 people that get to have a piece of the Gospel. It was definitely something simple but special to be a part of!
Mariah, Carrie, me, and Molly

Weekend in Bobo

Over the weekend of February 20-22, I went to see some friends in Bobo, Burkina's second largest city. I had never been to Bobo, although we did drive through on our way to Orodara last year for New Year's. My friend Suzanne is in Ouaga doing language study before she moves to Bobo to do church planting. She agreed to be my bus buddy on our grand journey to Bobo. The purpose of the trip (besides going to a new place!) was to see my friend Kate. Kate was in Ouaga last year doing language study before moving to another undisclosed country. We became fast friends since we were both learning language, working with the youth group, and got along like old friends. I was so excited when Kate agreed to meet me "halfway" (6 hours for me, 9 for her).
About halfway through the trip, the bus stops in Boromo, a small town that basically gets its money from buses stopping here! When the bus pulled up at the "rest area", many passengers hopped off to buy dinner or snacks, to go to bathroom, or smoke. Suzanne and I stayed on board, and we are glad  we did! We watched as swarms of vendors tried their best to sell their goods. The lady behind me wanted some boiled eggs, so I hung out of the bus and bought some. It was pretty exciting! The bus also played some West African soap operas for all the passengers to watch. They were pretty entertaining, especially when you only understand 40-50%!






Yes, our bus broke down. Everyone seemed surprised except for me and Suzanne. I honestly expected it to happen at some point. It only lasted 45 minutes, then everyone got back on the bus and we were off! There were about 5 ladies who got off, ran after another bus, jumped on, and left because they didn't want to wait. It was pretty hilarious! At one point, I got off the bus to check out what was going on (like I know something about charter buses). I was at the back of the bus and realized there were no women in sight. I was the only one! All of the other ladies were at the front of the bus. Oh, I stick out in this culture. I started talking to an older man, and he said that I brought good luck and that we would be on our way shortly. I thought he was precious and played along. Within 5 minutes of him calling me the "good luck charm", the bus was fixed! Woohoo! So he got on the bus and announced to everyone that the white girl brings good luck!!!
Suzanne is fearless, adventurous, and fun. She agreed to accompany me on the wild ride of taking a public bus through 6 hours of the bush. She had been in Burkina for 1 month, and this was her 2nd bus trip to Bobo! We giggled together when the little Burkinabe boy behind us wanted to play soccer on my iPad, she taught me about Trivia Crack, and we got to know each other better!
This is the view from the top of our hotel, Hotel Sissiman in Bobo. It was a really nice hotel. I was excited about the restaurant on the 5th floor because it offered a view of the city. Well, this is it. Ha, but it was neat to see Burkina from this high!
I joked that everyone got tired of hearing me say "Whoa, look at this/that/those!" I was overly amazed by everything and was calling attention to the obvious. Bobo has more trees, hills, streetlights, and is about 5-10°F cooler than Ouaga! So nice!
We also spent some time discussing this large monument above because of it has a weird Space Needle-like shape and is surrounded by horse statues. West African architecture at its best!
The hotel held a lot of first world pleasure, but none compared to a cold Dr. P and a package from home. Kate got a package from the US that had arrived in Ouaga, even though she lives in another country! Kate also brought us DR. PEPPER, which is an automatic win in West Africa (or anywhere overseas for that matter!).
We definitely felt spoiled at the hotel. We met up with some Journey(wo)men (Rachel and Kaitlyn) who live in Bobo. We spent the day sitting in the A/Ced room, enjoying the simple pleasure. We talked for hours and laughed a lot. We also went to the girls' house to check it out. We were flipping through their stack of M cards, and voila! my friend Richard! My childhood friend who they went to training with. How cool!
I would definitely say that this was one of the best weekends of my Burkina life so far! I felt like I got a real break, saw a new place, and visited with great friends! Success!
Riding around in the back of Kate's truck in Bobo with Rachel. Took me back to my Neshoba County days!
Suzanne and I rode back with the Obergs, a family with youth kids that happened to be passing through Bobo on the day we wanted to leave. So instead of riding a bus like the one on the left (just kidding), we rode a bus on the right. We enjoyed getting to visit, and I was not as carsick as on the bus!

P.S. For those concerned about Seth, he spent the weekend in Ouaga "teen-sitting" (AKA going to basketball tournaments, playing video games, and going out to eat) for the Obergs. He didn't feel like he was missing out :-)

Friday, February 20, 2015

Derby Car Racing

Life in Burkina sure can be random sometimes. But there is always the opportunity for adventure. Seth and I were invited to be judges for some of the youth and children in Ouaga's derby car race. For 5 weeks, these guys made small derby cars for a competition. There were 5 teams. Most of the guys were homeschooled, so I guess this counts as their physics/shop class for the day. The teams were judged based on "most unique build", "most attractive", speed, and distance. I have no experience in judging such a competition, but we enjoyed it. It was a fun afternoon to hang out with some of the students.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Things Americans can learn from the Burkinabe

1. Your trash is someone else's treasure.
I love telling people about the circle of life of my trash. Nothing is ever "trash". About 4-5 different parties go through my trash before it is ever completely disposed of. If I throw out a rotten tomato, my house help may take it home with her. She goes through our trash meticulously (took some getting use to for us) and selects treasures to take home. Anything that can be eaten, cards that people have written us, Pringles cans, and Coke cans. When she is finished, the "trash" is put outside our home in the bin. There, children go through it on their way home from school, and dogs eat anything they can. Next, the trash man comes to pick it up and goes through it a third time. After he has had his fill, he takes the "trash" to the dump (a field near our house) where more children, goats, cows, dogs, and sheep go through it. Finally, it is burned. The process makes me aware of what I am throwing away. But it all goes to use!

2. Old age does not have to mean less energy.
It doesn't matter how old you are, Burkinabe are still moving and shaking well past their prime years. I love seeing old women walking in my neighborhood. They are often loaded dow with a sack of rice on their heads, a baby on their backs, and a basket of vegetables in front of them. Women here are strong. They are forces to be reckoned with, and I'm pretty sure they could beat any 80 year old American woman in a Crossfit competition.


3. Traditional lifestyles are not a bad thing.
Burkinabe place high importance on maintaining their traditions. Being trendy, edgy, or cool isn't too much of a thing here. Last semester, my ESOL students debated that they did not want Americans in their country because Americans (and I quote) "wear ugly clothes". Ouch. Then I looked down and examined my blue jeans, flip flops, and v-neck shirt. What a contrast to their bright, embroidered West African outfits with puffy sleeves, custom fit skirts, and high heeled shoes! I identified with their mindset and saw the value they place on traditions. They did not want a movie theater in the city because it brings in ideas from Hollywood that my students found to be a negative influence on their youth. They are wary of foreigners because they want the young people of their country to value their culture and not aspire for another. They maintain their culture through festivals, movies, music, fashion, and storytelling.

4. Life moves slow...
Sometimes life is about the little moments--and there are a lot in a normal day in Burkina. I remember running errands with a Burkinabe friend when we arrived last year. We had a list of things to do, and I was in the mood to check them off. Alas, he was on "Africa time". We pull up at the post office, he goes to get a cup of tea, and proceeds to sit and chat for a while with the men nearby. I was there tapping my toes, itching to finish my "to-do" list. Those lists don't exist for Burkinabe. Often I feel like people make "Africa time" sound lazy, but Burkinabe are far from lazy. They just know how to take time for the small pleasures.

5. ...Unless you decide to have a revolution for 6 hours.
Yes, it takes 2 weeks for the plumber to come fix my toilet. It takes 7-8 weeks for a package to arrive. It takes someone 3 minutes to cross the street. It takes 1 hour to find a lightbulb. It is amazing how long it takes to do small tasks sometimes. Until the Burkinabe decide to oust their president. That only took a few hours of madness. They were on a mission. Let's take that motivation and put it into other tasks too...?

6. Vous ĂȘtes invitĂ©! and showing hospitality.
If you show up at a home anytime near a meal, you will be invited to stay. The family will invite you to share the food with them. Even at a restaurant, if your neighbor gets their meal before you, they will invite you to share because you haven't eaten yet. Their homes are always open to guests. They are never too busy and always ready to socialize. These are my kind of people!

7. Life can always get better (because it can't get much worse?)
I heard a statistic in church one time that Burkina is the most positive country. When asked if their lives could improve in the next 5 years, some 90% of Burkinabe said yes. Now the question emerges of if it could get worse, but we'll stick to positivity. The Burkinabe are quite fashionable, and the current trend is graphic tees. My favorite that I see everywhere has neon letters saying "My money grows like grass". I like that positive attitude because we all know that grass doesn't grow in the desert. They are always counting their blessings and see a positive twist to every challenge. They don't give up and always fight for a better tomorrow.

8. Mandatory nap time is culturally acceptable.
When we first arrived, we were in "GO" mode and wanted to get settled as quickly as possible. We would work for a few hours at our house, and our supervisor would say "well, it's nap time so we gotta go". Seth and I were befuddled at how people would stop in the middle of something to rest. Now I can't imagine it any other way. From 12-3, nearly everything shuts down--some of the major grocery stores, local schools, boutiques, markets, and businesses. There are 4 rush hours in Burkina traffic because everyone goes home to eat and nap. It is one of my favorite things. I partake in nap time, ya know just trying to meet people where they are.

9. Class size is all a matter of opinion.
I remember facilitating the conversation last semester in my ESOL class about class size in Burkina. My university students claimed they had over ONE THOUSAND students in their Economics 101 class. WHAT?! Going into an elementary classroom is equally overwhelming with 90-100 kids in one room. The children are SILENT, not poking each other, and all eyes are glued to the front. It isn't the size of the class, but rather it is how disciplined they are. In America, we see 18 students as the golden number in a classroom. That would be an impossible dream for a teacher here. Too many kids, too few schools, too little funding. So for my fellow educators out there, don't get too worked up when you have 35 in a class! If you walk around with a stick, they quiet down pretty fast.


10. No matter how traumatized you think your kids are, they'll turn out fine.
Seeing parents parent in Burkina is so encouraging. I realize how truly resilient children are. These kids get thrown onto their mother's backs when they are a few days old and stay there until they are 3 years old. They ride on motos, bicycles, and motobikes with no helmet. They ride in cars without seatbelts, and what is a carseat? They play in the street, eat rocks, and roll in dirt. They play with wild dogs, throw rocks at strangers' cars (like mine!), and run naked through the streets. And they all turn out just fine. They grow up and get jobs. They get married, and the process repeats itself. American parents put too much pressure on themselves. Kids know they are loved and cared for. Let it be natural. Don't stress about perfect birthday parties, choosing the perfect summer camp, or making sure they eat all-natural, organic, gluten-free, joy-free meals. Just love them and be present. That being said, I probably won't let my future kids throw rocks at people and they WILL be in a carseat until they are 15.

Valentine's Day in Burkina: Round Two

Seth and I make use of our "going out" budget during the months of January, February, and March. January 19th = Seth's birthday; February 14th = Valentine's Day; March 3 = Wedding Anniversary. Thus, we plan ahead. For this Valentine's Day, we did lots of super romantic things.

On Saturday, we set our alarms to go to the SOFAWET softball tournament. Several of our youth participated, and we wanted to cheer them on. We spent the morning talking to our students and making trips to the concession stand. I also got to hang out with my friends, so that was fun too! After the tournament, we came home and watched a Disney movie. Then we fell asleep for a few hours. We woke up in time to have some leftover lasagna and watch another Disney movie. So romantic.

We went out for dinner on Monday evening. We chose our date strategically. All of the love birds have already been out, and who goes on a date on a Monday night in Burkina Faso besides young married couples without kids? Oh, wait--that's just us. We went to one of our favorite restaurants Le Verdoyant. The highlight was sharing our favorite dessert in the entire country--Fraise Melba. Strawberries, vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and strawberry sauce. It is famous. One of those "not on the menu" things that everyone knows about. We enjoyed our (slightly belated) Valentine celebration! Happy to be this guy's valentine 5 years running! Has it really been that long?!


Monday, February 2, 2015

Hairy Meat

If you add in an index of 95°F, 3 days and nights, and organic meat, you get the highlight of my afternoon.

All morning, Seth and I kept smelling something dreadful. I mean absolutely terrible. We began searching high and low for dead animals. Growing up on a farm, you get a lot of critters in your house, and I was convinced one had died in my house. The search continued and we began moving furniture, cleaning as we went. It only got stronger in the kitchen, but that wasn't very helpful. We moved into the pantry, and we were knocked over by the putrid smell.

Voila! I cleaned out the freezer 3 days ago and stacked our ground beef on top of the freezer until I had a place to put it. Then I walked away and forgot all about it. Until this afternoon! Sheesh! I did not take a picture, and you can thank me. It was hairy and green. If it weren't for chicken, I would consider becoming a vegetarian...