Diarra Pont

Diarra Pont
Diarra Pont: My village in southeastern Senegal, 75km west of Kedougou.
"Life in the Peace Corps will not be easy. There will be no salary and allowances will be at a level sufficient only to maintain health and meet basic needs. Men and women will be expected to work and live alongside the nationals of the country in which they are stationed—doing the same work, eating the same food, talking the same language.

But if the life will not be easy, it will be rich and satisfying. For every young American who participates in the Peace Corps—who works in a foreign land—will know that he or she is sharing in the great common task of bringing to man that decent way of life which is the foundation of freedom and a condition of peace."

-John F. Kennedy

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Kedougou Malaria Fair

Although I am an "agroforestry" volunteer, cross sector collaboration is highly encouraged by Peace Corps administration. The nearest volunteers to me (creating our "work zone") are "community economic development," "sustainable agriculture," "eco-tourism," "health." We have worked together by doing seed extension (vegetables, field crops, and trees), tree sack distribution, painting world maps at schools in our villages, as well as general helping one another since we are all Americans living in a similar area. However, the region of Kedougou now has 33 volunteers. A health volunteer in Fongolimbi (SE Kedougou), Ben, did a project to demonstrate how much money is spent on malaria in that area. Rice is a staple food in the region and he decided to purchase rice sacks and fill them with grass to visually represent the number of rice sacks that could be purchased in comparison to how much money was spent on malaria treatment (e.g. highlight the importance of prevention).

These sacks would lead up to the health post where there would be a net sewing station, a washing station, a neem lotion station, and a net modification station (square to circle, and stencils of marabouts (it is a Muslim country) and the Senegalese flag to spray paint on the net). After doing this in his village, he wanted to scale it up and do it in the city of Kedougou (with help from volunteers across the region). Recalculating the numbers the same preparation was done (of course on a larger scale). The Stomp Out Malaria Project came down to document the event, as well as hold an action plan meeting afterwards. It was quite a success and I was contribute my efforts to a worthwhile project! It was also great because now I am more informed about what I can do in my community with the rainy season (and peak in malaria) coming.

Net sewing

Neem lotion

Stenciling

Kedougou Volunteers who helped on this project

Public, Public Transport

Transportation in Senegal can often be a constant battle. Where I live (Diara Pont, Kedougou), it is intermittent, irregular, although relatively reliable (during the dry season; I fortunately haven't been in a car that has broken down, although it is NOT by any means uncommon). Oh yes, and it takes a long time. However, being in the big city (e.g. capitol, Dakar), I decided to be adventurous and try out my bus and navigation skills (more like language skills) for traveling a longer distance (it'd be like taking public transport from Seattle to Olympia). I am in currently in Dakar for the quarterly SeneGAD meeting to choose Michelle Sylvester Scholarship winners as well as vote on a new board member, as well as attend the going away party for our country director, Chris Hedrick.

Anyway, typically the easiest way to get from Dakar to Thies is taking a taxi to the garage and waiting for a sept place to fill up to go to Thies. However, someone told me about a bus that takes you about 40km outside of Thies (in Rufisque) and then you switch to an Alhum (large van sort of thing). It is half the price of the sept place ride, so I figured since I wasn't on a strict timeline, I'd try it (plus I spent a lot of money in the previous days due to appreciating western shopping). Not like saving $1.50 makes a huge difference, but I felt better about it... I walk from the regional house in Dakar to where the buses wait to fill up. I walk up as the one I wanted to catch just started its engine to pull away. I climb up the stairs through the open door to be crammed towards the front with a spot for my hand to grab a bar ahead. I had a backpack on and was relieved when someone asked if I wanted to take it off and put in in an empty space near the driver (there was also a random bucket, and a rice sack of grass in this area). With each stop, someone, more people cram on to the bus and although I remained in the same spot, I was now three people behind my bag rather than just one. I knew I was getting off at this arbitrary city "Rufisque." I was in Wolof land, but managed to find speakers of French/Pulaar who would ensure I was told when we reached that city. As we got farther out of the city, more and more people got off, and I even got a seat. Just over an hour of being on the bus, I was told I was in Rufisque. Getting off, there were few people waiting for cars, although nearly immediately a car pulled up with the apprenti saying "Thies." I hop on and get a seat. I sit anxiously hoping I am heading the right direction, although I know I am, but unsure since I don't recognize the road. As the car empties, everyone is asked to move to a different Alhum to continue on. I somehow get the front seat and am relieved when I see road posts reading "Thies" along with "x KM." There was a little traffic so the journey ended up taking just over two hours, although in a sept place, it is normally an hour to an hour and a half, depending on traffic. I was so proud of myself!