As I thought to myself about what to write for this blog, I came to the conclusion that this time I wouldn’t write. I will show. Well I guess I always try to “show” through writing.I hope that you enjoy this blog that is comprised mostly in pictures. It is just a glimpse of what I have been doing this past month in Sinchurio Samba Foula and the Sithian Koundaro region. Enjoy!
The cool thing about my work this year is that I have work counterparts that introduce me to new communities who are interested in learning agroforestry techniques. Here I am explaining to some farmers in the village Gambisarah why composting can be a great suppliment to processed fertilizer.
Me and Viay hanging out in the emptied compost pits. What would I do without this man? He is such a hard worker and always eager to try new techniques on his land. I LOVE VIAY!
See how hard I work…
This is the women’s group of Bolibana. I love working with these women because they do everything themselves. So much so, that they’ve managed to piss off the men in their village by being more successful. You go girls!
Mamoudou is my best friend in village and like an apprentice to Viay. He is not only an outlet to me when I want to complain about Ibrahima Camara, but he also helps me patiently with my Pulaar and is my most loyal defender against toubab-ers and nasty old men.
Let’s take a break from work for this…
My heart. My baby girl. She has me wrapped around her little finger. Kumba.
And we are back to work…
This is the tree nursery in Viay’s field where we will seed everything from cashews, to mangoes, to thorny species for the live fence, to citrus trees, and much more.
Viay and Mamoudou hard at work! It takes patience and some back strength to line up the tree sacks so that they don’t tip over and so that they line up properly. Not as easy as it looks.
This week we also thatched my hut so that when the rains come I will be safe and dry. Not to mention it’s way prettier now. My friend Alfa Omar did the thatching, along with his brother and friend. My brothers also helped haul away the old grass and Mari Dufe, my host mother, cooked up a chicken for all the workers.
Off with the old, on with the new. Taking down the old thatch.
View from inside the hut after the thatch was taken off. That’s my starry night painting and the mango tree in my compound that you can see through the framework of the roof.
Caba, who proudly caught the chicken, posing before lunch.
Issaga and Aliou on the unstable ladder that used to climb up onto the roof with.
And even with all the filling of tree sacks, seeding, and thatching, I still make time to hang out with my younger siblings. Here are a few pictures of us hanging out, taking picture, and putting together a dinosaur puzzle my mom sent us, which Boye and Caba particularly love.
Me and Kumba clutching a cashew apple.
Me, Caba, Boye, and Kumba goofing around.
All 5 siblings and an almost completed puzzle.
Going clockwise from Sidou (17) laying on the floor, Caba (13), Malicke (16), Kumba (3), and Boye (10).
Thanks for sharing my life with me!
I have another blog in the making, but I’m not sure it is going to make it up before my younger brother Peter gets here tonight. Look forward to our adventures in next edition’s blog!