Please No Freaking Out

You may be reading news of the following sort: AFP news. I just want everyone to know that there is practically no danger whatsoever to me or other volunteers, and please don’t worry.

Over the next few months the unrest might increase as the elections get closer, it is hard to say what exactly will happen, but whatever happens in Conakry is not at all representative of the rest of the country.

Under no circumstances should you call Peace Corps Washington to find out about me, as that will almost certainly result in my embarassment (everyone will know that someone called all worried about me), and you can get better information by calling me or even reading this blog.

Thanks :) . And du courage.

I Thought I Was Going To Fast

That was the agreement yesterday. But I guess my family talked to the Imam last night and he said that if I want to take part in Ramadan I had to convert to Islam. Now I’m not exactly religious, but I like cultural rites, and I was excited to be a part of that with my family, but it looks like I won’t be doing it afterall. That’s okay, its their decision, but I am a little disappointed.

My own frustrations with the difficulty of accessing information have got me thinking about the difficulties of getting information for Guineans. The internet is dreadfully slow and rather expensive to use, and so nearly all communication is via cell phones, which are everywhere here. Books are not easily available either, and so it is hard to find information on anything that you might want to learn about something outside of Guinea, or at least outside of West Africa. For example, a few university students have expressed interest in trying to go to college in the United States, but they have no idea what is necessary and how to go about it. I drew up a plan with one kid, listing all the steps required, but the hard part for him is just getting information. There are a ton of schools, and he doesn’t have the money to pay for internet to research them all. Though applying to one is more or less the same as applying to another, how can he find out which ones he has a reasonable chance of getting in to if he can’t look at their entering classes? And even assuming he did find some data on that, how would he go about comparing his own grades to American grades? Dealing with cultural and educational differences is difficult enough, but the lack of information makes it almost insurmountable.

Along the same lines, I had hoped to do some computer skills trainings while here. It seems like it would be useful to some people, especially university students who are going to most likely be living in Conakry when they finish their studies. But the lack of electricity and the dearth of computers makes the cost of doing trainings prohibitive. I had a grand vision of using open source software to be able to examine code and even learn some programming and web site development, but that probably won’t really be feasable (-able versus -ible is going to really screw with me after learning French).

And all of that has me thinking about open source and its relation to undeveloped countries. Did the movement arise because we had an educated group of people with extra time on their hands, and they enjoyed building software? If so it seems like there should be corollaries in the non-software world. What do Guineans do with their extra time?

I don’t see a lot of independent projects to try new things (maybe I am just missing them). Instead I see a lot of educated people spending time trying to start NGOs and searching for funding. Has the giving of aid to local NGOs only served to draw the educated workforce out of productive business and into the world of aid? Given my feelings about the general ineffectiveness of that aid, is that a waste?

But maybe part of what led to the open source movement was the ease of creating new things that reaching a certain level of technology has given us. Software, once you have a computer, is relatively costless to produce, requiring essentially only time. But physical things require money to buy parts and supplies, and if things don’t work out it isn’t as easy as just rewriting lines of code. Still, there was a lot of tinkering back in the days before computers as well, and surely if you can afford a cell phone with lots of bling you have enough money to expirement a little. So is it a cultural thing? If so, why? Is aid part of the problem? I guess this sort of goes back to the old question about why the industrial revolution occurred in the first place.

Part of why I am also thinking about this stuff is that I just finished “Against Intellectual Monopoly,” which essentially argues that innovation is actually highest when there aren’t restrictive patents and copyrights, and that such measures simply enforce the status quo. I tend to like the idea that we are naturally curious and creative, and so their thesis sits well with me, but in Guinea I see little of that creative drive. Is the innovation factor something that is learned then instead of innate? Certainly education here focuses much more on memorization than on critical thinking or creativity.

I don’t really have anywhere I am going with this, just a lot of questions.

Business As Usual

My posting frequency may have calmed a bit, probably because I don’t really have anything new to report. My business group meeting didn’t happen this week because it was pouring rain at the time, but my English class went pretty well. I spent most of yesterday prepping lessons for my business class, and now have enough to last about a month. Ideally I will get them all prepped in the next couple of weeks, but we will see.

Ramadan starts tomorrow, or perhaps Sunday (depends on whether the moon comes out tonight or tomorrow night). That will be a week of most people eating at four or five in the morning and then fasting until after seven at night. I brought up participating with Cece, but he seems to think it is a bad idea. If I can get my family to provide food for me I would like to do it, but it seems like that isn’t going to happen. From what I understand, kids and teenagers don’t generally particpate, so I won’t be the only one eating during the day. I have heard though that it is difficult to get snacks because no one else is eating, so I will have to do a lot of preparing of food.

In a couple of weeks I will head to Kissidougou for a few days. We get paid the beginning of September and I am dangerously close to running out of money, so I won’t have the luxury of waiting until I want to go. Also, I need to buy paint to finish my world map, and I definitely don’t have the money for that.

World Map Faranah Style

So Ben came up over the weekend and we spent a couple of days painting a map on the maison de jeune. It went well and is looking pretty good (less the scratches that some kids put in it that I will have to repair). Here is a picture:
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Things are going fairly well here. I got a bunch of movies from Ben when he was in Conakry, and so we watched movies at night and painted during the days. I have been keeping busy and so things have been pretty good, though today I seem to be back on the downswing. No real reason though, just the normal cycle of life in Guinea. Some days you are fine and some days you just want to go home.

The next few months promise to be busy, and that is good. Depending on when I help train the new stage that is arriving in December (39 new volunteers!), I will be finished with a bunch of stuff the beginning of December. I think the only thing that will continue on as normal after that point is the girl’s math club, everything else being rather dependent on the university students. If I can get some village savings and loan associations started, those will also continue. Still, that isn’t all bad, as I’d like to use the dry season to do whatever traveling I might, since it is generally unbearably hot in my house.

The Toughest Job You’ll Ever Love

I have had two moments of irrational exhuberance this week, and its only Wednesday. I walked out of my business club meeting and thought to myself “I love my job.” I don’t think I have ever said that before. This may sound like I am doing great, and in a lot of ways I am doing really well, but the exhuberance is tempered by things like this morning’s search through my calendar to count the number of weeks left until various landmark dates.

But all equivocating aside, I am pretty happy. Today was the third meeting of my business club, and we’ve established a 15 week plan of topics to cover, which will leave us at the end of November and right before their exams (nearly all of the members are university students). That isn’t quite the self-directed and continuously meeting business group I had envisioned, but on the other hand I now have a 15 week course on how to start a business that I can repeat with other groups like high school students. I am hoping that when all the university kids are away on vacation I can repeat the same course with a group of high school kids, emphasizing girls.

And in a month or so I will be gearing up to start my girl’s math group, which I am excited about. English classes are also going well, with a once a week class and then a Saturday morning discussion group. Then there are the miscellaneous meetings with businesses and groupements to do different trainings. I think tomorrow I have no fewer than three meetings and an appointment to go watch a group of students give a class to women on alphabets and numbers, which I hope to turn into a target group for business trainings.

When I have good days like this I walk around so excited I hardly know what to do with myself, and I understand why Peace Corps gets away with using the hokey slogan “The toughest job you’ll ever love,” because, well, you do sometimes.

I hope to have an outline of the 15 week business class finished by next week, and I will put it up in a post when it is done.

Also I think my cat is pregnant. She eats constantly and is so annoying that I’ve considered hanging her by her ears (just kidding PETA!). It does make her even more motivated to hunt things like the little mouse that recently took up residence in my ceiling, so that’s a plus.

And I’ve worked out a deal with Cece in which he goes to the marche for me and I pay him some money, but that if he leaves it with me until the end of my service I will double it. I am trying to emphasize the value of saving. Though he wants my ipod so bad I might offer him that instead.

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