August 31st 2012
Laundry
Ndefwaya ukuwasha ifyakufwala fyandi.
I want to wash my clothes.
I've got enough clothes to last me about a week here.
Technically our families are supposed to wash our clothes, and although I let
them do my cooking and other cleaning things, I like to do my own laundry. In
Zambia laundry is done by hand, in a basin. Add well water, BOOM! Detergent,
and you're all set. Mostly what you see people do is hold two pieces of the
same item in both hands, then “scrub” them together a few times moving along
the whole item until it's finished. When finished, ring the item out and put it
in a basin of clean water to rinse. Wash it out in the clean water, ring it out
again, turn it inside out, and hang to dry on a metal wire. Why metal? Botflys.
If you're squeamish, don't look up what botflys do to you. Once your clothes
are completely dry, the job is done and you're ready to get dirty again. Why
dry the clothes completely? Botfly larvae. So, ideally don't wear the clothes
for 3 days and you'll be find.
For me, I'm still unclear how water moves around the
homestay. There are two washing basins and several buckets. I can't tell which
ones are being used or what the water in some are being used for, so I've given
up. On top of that I'm still unclear who actually lives here and who is just
visiting for several months, so I've given up on that too.
I've finally been able to express that “I want to wash MY
laundry” but I've yet to do it all by myself. I've been putting off the topic
of gender roles on the blog because it's incredibly complex here, but basically
doing laundry and drawing water from a well is a woman's job. I've pretty much
been laughed at while doing my laundry, and every time they send some kids to
help me.
The biggest problem I've run into is washing my underwear.
In Zambian culture, no one can see your underwear being washed or hung to dry.
They can be hung indoors or outside in the ulusasa – bathing shelter. So far,
I've managed to use leftover bathing water, or sneak them in at the end of
washing my other clothes. Once I'm at my site, I'll be free to do whatever I
want. I'll be the weird American who puts all his clothes out to dry in the
sun. If you don't want to see them, don't look at them.
September 1st 2012
Second Language Simulation
Yesterday we had our second language simulation. This one
was much more difficult than the last, and encompassed quite a bit more. We had
to prepare ourselves to what we were learning in Bemba, Zambian culture, and
technical training. I practiced this one a lot. Want to hear?
Mu Zambia, ndesambilila cibemba, ntambi, elyo no bulimi bwe
sabi. Mu cibemba, ndesambilila ukumfwa, ifya ukulanda, ukuleemba, elyo no
ukubelenga. Pa ntambi, ndesambilila ifya ukulya ubwali na minwe, ukusamba mu
imbeketi, elyo no ukubomfya cimbusu. Pa bulimi bwe sabi, ndesambilila ukulisha
isabi, ukuwimba ifishiba, elyo no ukusombola isabi.
In English: In Zambia, I am learning Bemba, culture, and
fish farming. In Bemba, I am learning to listen, how to speak, to write, and to
read. For culture, I am learning how to eat shima with my hands, to bath in a
bucket, and to use an outhouse. For fish farming, I am learning to feed fish,
dig ponds, and harvest fish.
We also had to prepare to talk about what we were doing
before we came to Zambia, what we plan on doing after we leave, how to ask for
items in a restaurant, haggle for items in the market and ask for Mbasela
(bonus, think bakers dozen), talk about the Peace Corps and it's 3 goals, talk
about the ways you can get HIV/AIDS and how to prevent it, as well as talk
about what we do everyday.
(I ended up getting a 4.8 out of 5. I must have been
slacking off this time!)
The next exam will not be simulations like the last two. The
last one is a recorded oral interview, all in Bemba, where the discussion could
cover anything. Anything? Anything. Food, weather, jobs, what people look like,
what problems I could run into at post, what books I like to read, what they
are about, what do I do in my free time, how to cook things, etc. Anything.
I'll go ahead and mention that Bemba has 18 different noun
classes. As far as I know, Spanish has 2 and English has 1. Also, there are
something like 10 tenses, but I seem to run into another one every day, some
only referring to things that have happened in the past, but only since you
have woken, some only referring to things that will happen in the future, of
today. Of those, there are 4 different tenses for the present. One is
continuous, one that is habitual, one that is happening now but originated in
the past, and one just plain, regular, present tense. Come to think of it,
there might be 5 present tenses. And that's all before we get into irregular
verbs.
A little R&R
Us trainees, we try and find some times to enjoy ourselves
between technical training, language classes, and commuting between. At least
once a week we try to set up a time to play soccer. Usually this happens with
the locals, who, despite being several years younger than us and barefoot,
proceed to make us look silly. For the most part it's still fun. Usually on
weekends we will find time to meet up at a bar called Aaron's Den (you can see
it on the map just east of where I set the link in one of my earlier posts) for
6,000 Kwacha beers, about $1.20, or Fanta for about $0.60. It's a nice little
hangout, secluded from people staring at us where we can kick back, relax, and
be loud Americans and play music.
I'm still impressed with the people who our in our group, as
well as every volunteer I've met so far. I'm sure it has to do with the type of
people who will actually decide to be a Peace Corps volunteer, as well as
accept an invitation to go work in the African bush for 2 years. We represent
small towns and big cities from all over the US. Off the top of my head I can recall
Hawaii, Illinois, Nebraska, Idaho, Colorado, California, Texas, New York,
Michigan, North Carolina, Florida, Washington, Oregon, New Jersey, Arizona,
Wisconsin, Maryland, Massachusetts, Ohio, and of course Kentucky. What
surprises me most about our group is I can walk into any group in any
conversation and feel completely comfortable and accepted. I would not have
guessed 6 weeks ago that I would be good friends with 32 people from the most
diverse backgrounds I've probably ever been in contact with.
I can only imagine community entry, the first 3 months we
live at our site and aren't allowed out of our district, will be quite a lonely
time. We are used to hanging out with over 30 friends everyday, and this will
all end very abruptly. We will be cast into a village we hardly know, speaking
a language we barely grasp, and thrown into a culture we don't fully
understand.
Chongwe River Excursion
Diana and I took an excursion to find Chongwe River. Diana
will be my nearest neighbor in Samfya District for our intake once we move up
to Luapula. I knew the river crossed the Great East Road east of Chongwe,
however, I did not know exactly how far that might be. I was preparing to give
up after an hour, turns out it only took 15 minutes. The river itself isn't all
that impressive. However, it was water, which there isn't much of here in the
dry season, and there were tallish trees, which are rare around these parts.
We saw a lodge that we hoped might supply us with cold
beverages, so we headed down a path and were immediately called to and told to
come down and that we were welcome. So far, in my experience, overfriendly
Zambians are drunk and tough to escape from. So, I figured we were in for an
adventure. There were about 6 or 8 guys working on something with a few sitting
around in the shade. One of the bosses, we assumed, got up and offered to give
us a tour. Alright. Turns out this guy used to be an ambassador for Zambia in
the DRC, back when they had political troubles, he said. He was in the process
of building the lodge that would have gardens, a bar, fish ponds, and cabins
for travelers. Nothing was finished, so, no cold drinks. Otherwise the place
was very nice. We talked to the ambassador for a while and then sat by the
water for a while sipping on warm water. All in all it was a nice day, except
when you realize that you biked to a river and the trip home is all uphill. At
least where we're going in Luapula, it's flat.
September 4th, 2012
Meeting the Counterpart
So, every PCV (Peace Corps Volunteer) has a counterpart who
works as a link between the PCV and the community they serve in. Counterparts
are chosen by either the previous volunteer or a group in the community who
finds an upstanding citizen who knows a lot of people and is well respected. At
first the counterpart shows the volunteer around the community to meet
important people like the headman (who controls the traditional land and
settles conflicts), fish pond farmer groups, women's groups, teachers, etc.
They may also work closely to help translate meetings and whatnot. Sometimes
they can also be a tutor, where we can get some money reimbursed to us to pay
them for teaching us.
We met them yesterday and today in a meeting hall at a lodge
here in Chongwe. All 33 volunteers have a counterpart, so there were over 66 of
us crammed in a tiny room with a struggling air conditioner. Patrick, or
BaPatrick (you put “Ba” in front of someone's name to show respect, so, you put
it on everyone's name) is a very gentle looking man, very skinny, with a big
smile. He was very patient but communication was slow going. Turns out my
village of Mabote speaks a dialect of Bemba called Ng'umbo. Still struggling to
pronounce that one.
BaPatrick speaks English, but not quite as well as most the
Zambians I encounter at school and training. In Bemba, there is no sound for
the letter “R” so it's quite funny to try and get our trainer to say “or”
correctly because “R” comes out as an “L”. BaPatrick started asking me about my
parents, and if they had arrived. I assumed he thought my parents might be
coming to Zambia soon. Turns out he was asking if my parents were alive.
Arrive – Alive
I assured him my parents were happy and healthy.
Another thing I find entertaining about the language is the
word “cabipa” pronounced cha-bee-pah. It means “too bad” but is typically used
sincerely as sympathy, instead of sarcastically like in English. It was funny when my Bamaayo said “cabipa” after
hearing about how I bashed and bruised my forehead across a bamboo pole in
front of my doorway.
September 5th, 2012
In one month, I will be a Peace Corps Volunteer, for life.
September 6th, 2012
Chicken Coop
Today we took a field trip to a local fish farmer we had
previously helped rearrange their fish ponds. Now, we helped integrate their
fish farming and other agriculture practices. Integrating agriculture is the
method of using the output or waste of one system as input to another. So,
instead of buying fertilizer, you can use manure from your chickens, goats,
pigs, rabbits, cows, etc. to fertilize your garden naturally (and sustainably).
In fish ponds, we typically do not stock the ponds with carnivorous fish, we
stick with plant eaters. But what do they eat? 70% of the diet of the fish we
use comes from a “algae bloom.” To get a good bloom you throw all kinds of
organic waste into the pond that will decompose from bacteria into nitrates and
phosphates. In this nitrate rich water, zooplankton and phytoplankton use
sunlight to grow through photosynthesis and create a rich green water color.
That's how you grow big fish. The other 30% of the diet can be other leftovers,
finely chopped and eaten right away, before decomposition takes place.
But since fish are animals too, don't they have manure? Well
yes, sort of. When you are harvesting your fish typically you drain all the
water from the pond to make sure you get all the fish, as well as check to make
sure you don't have any invasive species living in the pond. With good
planning, you can drain the nitrogen/phosphate rich pond water over your maize
field. When the maize grows and is ready for harvest, put the husks in the
compost crib of the pond and you're feeding fish with their own waste, sort of.
Anyway, this is the idea behind integrated farm management. Zambia is a perfect
place to work towards communities and individual farmers becoming more self
sufficient and environmentally sustainable. Plus, if done right it saves a lot
of money. In the example above a farmer would no longer have to buy fish food
or fertilizer in addition to making money if they decide to sell some fish.
Oh yeah, I was talking about a chicken coop. We took a field
trip and broke into teams to build a chicken coop over a fish pond. This helps
a farmer in several ways. Typically farmers don't want to build houses for
their chickens or ducks because they believe someone will steal them in the
middle of the night. Putting the house over a pond wards off unmotivated
thieves, as well as saves time for the farmer collecting chicken manure and
moving it to the pond. The chickens already did that. So, we got muddy, dug
holes, tied sticks and bamboo together with soaked bark, and fabricated a
decent looking grass/stick chicken coop for a bunch of amateurs. We also had
sword fights with long pieces of bamboo, a spear throwing competition, and war
painted our faces with fish pond mud.
September 7th, 2012
Logistical Nightmare
So, we are heading on our second site visit on Sunday
morning. All 33 of us are heading all different directions to our provincial
capitals, where we will live with a current volunteer host for 6 days, similar
to what we did at first site visit. This time, however, we are going much
further away for a much longer time. So, more supplies need to be bought, more
people are coming with us (language trainers and technical trainers), and more
land rovers need to be taken.
So, tomorrow morning they are coming to pick up our bags to
be kept at the training center, then they will come back to pick us up and take
us to the training center. Later, we will go shopping with lists for the groups
we will be going with to our host sites. In the afternoon we will head back to
the training site to set up tents and camp overnight to get an early, very
early, start Sunday morning for anywhere between a 6 and 18 hour drive. After
staying at our host's site for the 6 days, we will be taken to our actual
posted site to stay for a few days and meet important people and get a feel for
what we are in for, for the next two years. Afterward we will board more land
rovers and make our way back to Lusaka to be picked up by a bus to take us back
home. I was wondering why we had one specific staff member who's job is
Logistics. He's been a busy man lately.
