Monday, July 6, 2015

June Photo Update

Some of my kiddos 
The Danfili high school students on the last day of school

Danfili teaching staff on the last day of school


The beautiful view (although photos don't do it justice) from Malarba-Beka, a small town outside of Danfili

New bird siting, but haven't identified it yet

Finally made it out to Tello Falls: the view from the top

Tello Falls





Tuesday, June 9, 2015

May Photo Update

View of Mount Ngaoundal from in town 
View from the top of Mount Ngaoundal

Community members and hospital staff with the beds Alhadji Adamou (on the far left) repaired for the hospital 

The "Mother Leaders" Asta and I have been working with on maternal and child health issues. 

The high school director accepting the water filter that the A2Empowerment scholarship recipients raised money to buy for the school.
The "Hommes Dynamiques" (both experienced and newly trained) after receiving their certificates of participation.  They will also be working on maternal and child health issues.

The Mbororo family outside of Kandje (another village near Danfili) who were incredibly appreciative when we rode out to vaccinate their kids.  They fed us 3 separate meals (during a 2 hour visit) and sent me home with a chicken and big bag full of leaves to make sauce with!  The man in the white is the oldest brother, and therefore chief of their encampment.

The view of most of the encampment from the entrance.  Each grouping is for one brother and his wives and children.  Their cattle graze in the surrounding "brousse" and all of the green next to the houses is corn that will grow to be higher than the roofs in a couple months.

My adopted "postmates" who have kept me sane and are getting ready to head back to the States this summer

The chicken I was "gifted" outside of Kandje

Danfili High School staff on the last day of school

April Photo Update

"Bush Papaya" which doesn't actually taste much like papaya at all

The inside of bush papaya, or "doukoujay ladé" in Fulfulde

Some kind of starling on the outskirts of Danfili

The height of mango season.  Heading en brousse to find mangoes.  It's tough to see in the photos, but the trees are full of bright orange mangoes.

Nyandon with the loot of mangoes that him and his friend shook off the trees

Spontaneous picnic day to Lake Mbella with some friends who are high school teachers.  Msr. Ali and I practicing English with some trivial pursuit questions.

Msr. Aba roping some kid into taking him around in a pirogue right before the rain poured.

My sweet little Hawa and I

Habiba, my tailor friend who is teaching me how to sew clothes, and I

Hawa in the new outfit I made her

Alhadji Issa (my neighbor)'s kids

Sunday, April 12, 2015

March Photo Update

Abyssinian Roller

Western Plantain Eaters

The water we use when it's dry season and the pump is broken.  I am lucky enough to have a filter, but others have no choice but to let this settle and drink it.

My little Hawa and I 

Around town

Asta with her youngest daughter

Sifa (henna) and Safiatou who did it for me

Mango trees!!

Hail in Danfili.  Grandma collected the hail because apparently when someone dies, it is good to wash them with the water from hail.

What I Wish You Knew about Danfili


On our Volunteer Reporting Forms that we have to fill out several times a year, we are always asked the question, “What do you wish people knew about your country of service?”  The question always irritates me because my experience is not of Cameroon, but that of Danfili.  In a country with over 200 ethnic groups, different religions, and incredibly different climates, it’s difficult to speak about the country as a whole.  Although I have visited most of the regions, I have no more understanding than a tourist or a visitor.  The only place I can truly speak about is my village.  So, I’m changing the question, “What do you wish people knew about your post?”  That’s a question I can answer.

I wish people knew that:

·      Danfili is a beautiful place to live.  The town is set on slightly higher ground than the surrounding land, so you can see the “brousse” looking on all sides of town.  Along the north side of town are mountains, which create a beautiful backdrop that you can even see from the center of town.

·      Almost everyone can be identified with their name and one descriptor: Tailor Habiba, Daihirou who charges phones, Nana the driver.  In addition, there are so few cars that people know which cars go where and who drives them.  Everyone has their place and their routine.

·      When our neighborhood water pump was broken and the technician didn’t show up, men in our neighborhood left their work for 3 days to fix it.  Each time the pump breaks down, an Alhadji in our neighborhood makes up the difference himself to repair it.  Our entire neighborhood depends on this pump for clean water to drink.

·      When someone is ill, everyone pays them a visit, even if they are a newcomer.  The wife of our high school principal was recently ill.  Although they only arrived this year in Danfili, every day her room was full of people coming to check on her and wish her a quick recovery.

·      When I leave my house, everyone who I pass en route greets me, oftentimes even by name.  With certain people, I exchange longer greetings.  Others throw questions at me in Fulfulde, simply to make me practice.  Children just say “Eliza!” or “Sanoo!” over and over until they can no longer see me, even if I’ve already returned their greeting.

·      Although many people still don’t understand the importance of school, the majority of people aren’t illiterate.  Many people here are not able to read French.  However, those who are Muslim (which is much of the village), are able to read Arabic characters.  They learn this from a young age in order to read the Quran.  Although the majority doesn’t actually understand the Arabic language, they are able to use Arabic characters to write and read Fulfulde (their native language).  Before everyone had cell phones, they would send letters to one another in this way.

·      Danfili is a village in the midst of change and development.  Although there is a lot of importance put on tradition, there are many people who understand the importance of progress, as well.  These people put massive amounts of time and energy into improving the community where they grew up and where their children will grow up.  I have the privilege of working with these motivated individuals and calling many of them my friends.  Some of them are trying to improve services at the hospital and knowledge on health issues.  The parent association has been working on a project to add the final grades to our high school so that students don’t have to move to another town to finish school.  Others work with agriculture associations to improve techniques and produce products that currently must be shipped here from elsewhere.  The list goes on and on, but it’s these people who are truly shaping the future of the village.  They are what I wish you knew about Danfili.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Mount Cameroon

Last week, I climbed Mount Cameroon with three other volunteers: Genevieve, Kim, and Mayra.  It is the highest point in West Africa at 4,100 meters.  It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen and photos just don't do it justice.  It was also one of the most challenging things I've ever done.  (This makes me a total wimp because while I climbed it in three days, many volunteers run it in one day for the Race of Hope.)  Although I'm still struggling walking up and down stairs two days later, it was an amazing experience that was well worth the pain.

Blissfully ignorant of what we were getting ourselves into

The first couple of hours are in the forest/ jungle

When it started to get hard


Day 2 begins



Finally, we can see the summit


Finally made it!!!

The view from the top

Pretending we aren't exhausted

The descent begins





Craters from the 1999 eruption


Day 3: So close to the end and so sore

The 2000 lava flow