Wednesday, August 26, 2009

last months here

So much has happened over the last couple of months. I'm hanging in transition waiting to settle down again but my time here makes me wonder if I ever will "settle down" somewhere again.

something i wrote a couple days ago....

How many times in your life do you leave a place you love behind? I don’t mean places like a beautiful beach you visited on vacation or an overlook that you passed on a trip somewhere that you took out your camera and took lots of pictures of. I don’t even mean a city that you fell in love with on a trip, an exotic place unlike any you’d visited before and became one of your favorite places. I’m talking about the places that have hurt you, where you’ve fallen and almost couldn’t get up, but when you did you came to like yourself and the place that much more for challenging you; or a place where you have memories of joy and sadness, where you’ve cried your eyes out and also laughed with abandon until you almost cried as well. These are places where one might have relationships with street corners or trees or maybe a library carrel. Maybe it’s a home where you lived growing up, a school or university where you attended or a neighborhood block where you bought your first home or where your first boyfriend lived.

I left one of my places two weeks ago. My town in Mali has become a place I love but from now on only a place I will visit. I’ll admit, I cried pulling away as I looked down on my family and town through the wide stained glass of the dirty fogged bus window, fuzzing my last image of my village.

I’ve been in Bamako several weeks now, and other volunteers and friends have asked if I will go back before I leave Mali the first week in September. There’s no way I could I reply. To cut the ties again like that and feel another empty hole near my stomach, that I try to hold in by wrapping my arms around my middle?

I’ve called a couple times and they’re happy to hear from me. Have they already moved on? Yes. Absolutely. It would be naïve to think that people who have been moving and watching people leave their whole lives wouldn’t be able to adjust to my absence, I who had only ever promised that I would be there two years. They knew all along I would leave them, just as every other white person has. And I wonder if they doubt my commitment to stay in touch, for which I wouldn’t blame them either.

I can already hear myself starting to lose the language so I seek out other people who speak it. Friends probably think I’m showing off but really what I want is for someone to appreciate and jabber away with me. Just like a toddler makes noises to hear himself speak:

No matter where I am here, I don’t want this part of me to leave; The brain that has to translate and gets frustrated sometimes when it cant make the sentence it wants perfect, the humor I can instantly invoke or the conversation I can strike up with anyone and their appreciation for my effort to speak their language, even if I use the wrong words and phrases, the kamikaze smile- here we go who knows what will happen attitude, the irony of the most simple situations and the smiles it brings out in me, my patience and the people who refuse to be discouraged so they bring it out in me, the random friends I make each day women, men taxi drivers, and the small high it gives me and even the frustration I tackle each day, absorb, acknowledge and let simmer and sometimes even boil over if the jerk on the corner deserves it for being really impolite, even though he probably meant well in the end. I enjoy the challenge because the happiness is so accessible if you’re just willing to play along.

I thank my village and this country for all they’ve given me; Not for the 15 keychains or the interesting neon thread wall hangings (I cant really even describe) or even the jewelry, cultural experiences, friendships although I appreciate them all. It’s the challenges they forced upon me, the questions they made me ask and the lifestyle I’ll hopefully now be able to live, wherever I am.


pictures and videos from my last months at site. leaving our gao house, leaving site and the family


video







Our youth center and library!





getting my hair braided and xadijatu's new bear strapped to her back

Sunday, June 21, 2009

as i am not doing a good job of updating my blog ive put some links up to other people's in the hopes that you will keep coming to mine to connect to theirs when I'm being negligent.

post tomorrow

Monday, May 18, 2009

Please read the following article

http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/05/18/mali.drought.elephants/index.html

this is absolutely heartbreaking. I'm in the states for vacation but wish I was back and able to help in some way.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

some pics of home




its been awhile again..... i have my excuses tho. the whole no internet thing in Gao is part of it and i was studying to take the gmats in Dakar. heres a cute video of xadi and the kids dancing to some awful american music. and some photos. its hot and really horrible here so I won't go into detail. Mangos are in abundance tho and that makes hot season well, actually not bearable at all. But mangos are delicious.

Monday, March 2, 2009

long time in coming

I spent yesterday and the day before on the long voyage down to Bamako from Gao, a trip of about 20 hours by bus but by Peace Corps shuttle 15 hours or less. The change of the landscape over the trip is drastic. The dry desert of Gao and the sand dunes pockmarked with shrubs change to the high cliffs and mesa of Hombori and Boni in Mopti Region. The outcroppings of rocks gradually diminish to fields, deforested and eroded by slash and burn techniques. Then town after town crowds along the guidron , the main highway down from the north, and the women and children of each little seemingly identical village lines up the tomatoes or cassava roots or peanuts, piles and piles, attempting to sell whatever they can to the passing cars and buses. I see encouraging signs of development projects including community gardens and woodlots, filled with tall eucalyptus trees shivering in the wind. I also see discouraging signs of poverty in these “cookie cutter” villages south of Sevare, trying to scrape a living off the land, but slowly being buried in trash. Cookie cutter is obviously not the appropriate term.

It may be because I’m unfamiliar with the cultures of the South, their history and lifestyles, but I think I’ve been spoiled by the cultural diversity of the north and its rich traditions. When I head down to this region of the country, the view out the window becomes boring and even depressing and I truly feel separated from the people in our air conditioned car, speeding by, only slowed down by the speed bumps they’ve placed at the entrance and exit of the town, a protective measure for the children and adults running back and forth across the highway on their daily errands.

In the beginning of the trip, I enjoyed watching the camels reaching up, bending their necks like a pool noodle, eating the few leaves remaining on the trees as hot season approaches and food becomes scarce. The elephants have evolved in the same way, using their trunks and tusks to shake leaves off the trees. The goats gathered beneath them benefit from the leaves the elephants have missed, a symbiotic relationship, one of many in the Gourma. On my trip down yesterday I started to think about the dependent relationships including those that exist between humans and animals here.
In the states, unless you are a farmer or a rancher, you are disconnected from the animals that provide us with our food and products of daily life. Here, I walk out my front door every morning and have to dodge cows and goats to just get to the bathroom. My family spends a good part of their day, preparing and setting out the food for their animals and for this work, they get some milk and occasionally some meat, when they slaughter a goat.
Their animals are like their bank account, when they need money they sell a cow or goat, and when holidays come and its time to celebrate they tap into their funds, and have a special meal, one goat or two eaten over three days, meat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Their choice of investment is not necessarily the most secure option with the threats of drought and desertification but banking isn’t readily available. The nearest caisse de credit and savings system I know of is 3 hours away.
Even between the elephants and the humans there are numerous connections and relations, although some growing increasingly complicated and negative. With dwindling resources and easy access to the farmers’ fields of millet and sorghum, an elephant will sometimes serve him or herself from the storage granaries located in the fields. As they pass through these increasingly agricultural areas in the southern part of their range they are put at risk of falling into the large, deep watering holes that farmers dig to water their fields. If they fall in, they can’t get out on their own, and if the government is unable to get a crane there in time, the elephant may die. The elephants for the most part have started avoiding large population areas, choosing to “streak” through areas where there are human settlements, to get through as quickly as possible. Females and Calves are especially wary of humans, and tourists are advised to stay far from them. Near Gossi, my site, there is a group of males who brave Gossi mare, a heavily populated zone for the region, and where most of the rest of the herd will not come. When you go to see them, they are aware of you but don’t hurry off and continue on with their business.

It can be a tense relationship at times, especially when an elephant has just eaten someone’s reserves for hot season. Yet the people here appreciate and claim the elephants as their own and I have confidence that with education and discussion this relationship can continue to be a positive one and just as the humans here get along with their own herd they can also share the land with a much bigger herd that we all own.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

december update

Happy Holidays Everyone!
(id hoped to post pîctures but the internet is too slow...next time)

May you share this holiday season with those you love and may the new year bring you much joy and fulfilment in all you do!!

I just spent a wonderful couple days here in Gao with my Malian Peace Corps family to celebrate the holiday. Not all of Gao bori (Songhai for people of) was here but we had guests including parents, girlfriends and friends who joined us and shared the holiday. We had a cocktail party on Christmas eve. Everyone dressed up and we drank mulled wine, mojitos and Scottish whiskey! We also had quite the spread of desserts and appetizers to munch on and great music to dance the night away to. WE went to Church on Xmas day and although the mass was mostly in Frnech and Bambara there were some songs the choir sang that we knew some of the words too. It gave me a warm feeling just to be in a place that had some Christmas decorations and Christmas songs. This year has been harder than last in terms of nostalgia and missing you all. It got bad enough that I decorated my house back home with snowflake cut outs and stars made out of pictures from magazines (see picture) and even taught my little sister how to make them as well. My walls are now covered in square snowflakes made by her and I’ll have some explaining to do before I can take them down. I received lots of delicious foods and warm clothes in packages from my family so I was able to open presents just like we do at home.

While in Gao we also held a bachelorette party for our friend who is marrying a fellow volunteer in Hombori. We went on a scavenger hunt through the Malian market, our bride to be adorned in tinsel and fairy star headband. We actually got less catcalls and harassment than normal because I think we left them all in shock ! We were telling those who asked that in our culture every new married woman has to go out on the town, dressed up to the nines on the day after Christmas to bless her marriage. Then we came back to the house for food and pedicures. It was my first bachelorette party ever and considering the circumstances, I think we had a pretty good time.

Before we came to Gao for Christmas, Bess, Rachel, a fellow volunteer from Gao region and I held a Girls empowerment and HIV/AIDS education camp over three days. All the girls worked really hard, paid attention and contributed in all of the sessions. We had a the local clinic nurse come to speak about AIDS and a visiting doctor from Gao talked to the girls about her life career and striving towards your goals and fulfilling your dreams. I believe that it was the first itme that many of the girls in the room had learned any of the stuff we talked about, and certainly the first time a fellow Malian woman had told them they had to take control of their own lives, work to pursue their dreams and make choices for themselves. She talked about waiting until after you’ve finished your schooling to marry, a very uncommon suggestion and path in my village and in the country. The girls were truly in awe of her and I’ll feel enormously happy if even one girl in our group decides to continue on to high school and even university.

At the camp we also presented on health and nutrition, hand-washing and talked about role models and women in African history. The last day the girls divided into three groups and created skits that they will present at local schools and on the radio. They also decided to have a “soiree” night at the local youth center and a traditional music night which they will use as an opportunity to educate the audience about HIV/AIDS. We’ve got some giggling fits we have to get past before we’ll be ready to present but there are some true leaders among the girls, who set a great example (except when anyone has to say les relations sexuelle non-protegees!). Check out the pictures of them doing team-building activities like the human web.

Our work with these girls has truly been some of the most fulfilling I’ve done here and reinforced my commitment to the youth in village. As I wrote last time, all the funding has come through for our youth center project and we’ll start construction in the coming month! Giving these girls, and the boys too!, a chance to know the world outside the village and actually develop dreams beyond the daily grind of life here is so important and I thank you all once again for your support and commitment to my work!




Now for some stories of the past month. To get to Gao from site we have to wait on the roadside for buses coming from Bamako to pass. They can come any time from 4am to 12 noon sometimes even later and we’ve had days where we’ve waited hours to catch a bus. As I described before, I was very anxious to get to Gao to celebrate Xmas as were my fellow volunteers so as the hours passed on December 23 and no buses were passing we were considering everything that passed a transportation option, except donkey carts of course. We were settling in for a long day, Jared had his guitar out serenading the children, women roadside vendors and store owners and Bess, Rachel and I were striking up conversations with anyone who would listen to us talk about our wonderful fete (holiday) coming up. Then a blue midsize truck pulls up, one you might see making deliveries to Staples or a small size moving truck. Out climbs three white people, a middle aged man, and two women, one in her late twenties, the other maybe her mother?(always exciting to see “takafarts”-we’re as bad as the Malians when we see white people now, exclaiming and pointing and forgetting that they might speak English) and we strike up a conversation. They’d travelled all the way from France in this truck to bring supplies to their “adopted” Malian friend/brother/son who lived south of Gao. The inside of the bed of their truck was converted into a little house, with a kitchen, bed shower couch etc but was also crammed with all the stuff they were bringing in no discernible system of organization. It looked like they were bringing some computers, clothes chairs and other miscellaneous items They offered us a free ride to Gao and being the cheap PCV’s we are we all climbed in discovering the mess that comes with bumpy roads, not tying or nailing things down and the carefree lifestyle that allows one to take off however many months from work to travel down to Africa by truck. There were some tipsy moments in the back during our two hour ride, mainly because there weren’t seats per se to sit in. Jared made himself quite comfortable, climbing up into their bed and taking a nap, but the rest of us were too busy avoiding falling light bulbs and catching ourselves so that we didn’t fall into sharp objects. In retrospect it may not have been the safest thing I’ve done but I also have never ridden in the back of a truck before (well at least an enclosed one), so now I can cross that off my list of life things to do. We decided that the people with whom we were riding could be categorized as modern travelling people—they certainly embraced an out of the ordinary lifestyle; the man had even adopted Toureg dress yet refused to conform to Malian standards of footwear, opting instead for bare feet and challenging the thorns to prove him otherwise. We never did figure out what the relationship was between all three of them but they were exceptionally kind to us and it was an honor to meet them and hear about the selfless adventure they were taking over the holidays. The way they lived also made me think about living simply and remembering what’s really important about the journey.

Two days before our trip to Gao, on the last day of our AIDS camp, I came out of my house in the morning to two other white people greeting my host family and asking for Raisha. They turned out to be two archaeologists, one a college professor and the other her doctoral student who was looking for a spot to do her fieldwork for her thesis. They inquired after artifacts in the area and I helped them as much as I could with contacts, maps and info that I knew. I also brought them out what I had believed to merely be a rock with which a young Toureg man had attempted to woo me, proclaiming it an object from the paleological era. I’m ashamed to say I’d laughed it off with my Malian brother, wondering how this guy could think I was such a sucker and was he really trying to curry favour by giving me a ROCK? The doctor and her student took one look at it and confirmed it to be a tool from 4000 years ago and within the hour off to the town where it had come from. When they came back that night they had found all sorts of tools and objects and now the doctoral student is considering returning here for her studies. Sharing a meal with them and discussing Mali in a totally new and interesting way was really enjoyable and had us all intrigued by the geological and ancient history of the region. The doctor has already done a lot of work in Djenne and now some of her students are working in Gao as well tracing back the culture and history of the trans-saharan trade routes and other interactions between the different communities. The doctor and her partner’s work has served to prove that major trade was occurring along the Niger, long before scholars had previously believed, prior to the beginning of the trans-Saharan trade. If anyone is interested in reading more about it, I can send you articles about it. It was also neat to hear about Africa from a academic scholars perspective, who could look at the society objectively and not through a development social responsibility lense. While I’m sure they notice the poverty and difficulties this country faces, they’re see the geological fixtures and the rocks beneath our feet and the stories they tell and have dedicated their life to these studies. Of course it made me want to be an archaeologist haha so tack that on to my list of things to do.

Here’s another article that was just in the new york times about mali, security and radical Islam. (see below) Its hard to judge what really is going on up there in the desert but I can certainly speak for Timbuktu region and gao and say that there is none to VERY little danger of radical islam or al-quaeda taking hold here. They make a very good point about the lack of jobs for young men and the new mosques springing up. But that’s for another blog post-read the article and ask me questions if you have them and ill write more next time.

U.S. Training in Africa Aims to Deter Extremists
By ERIC SCHMITT
KATI, Mali — Thousands of miles from the battlefields of Iraq and Afghanistan, another side of America’s fight against terrorism is unfolding in this remote corner of West Africa. American Green Berets are training African armies to guard their borders and patrol vast desolate expanses against infiltration by Al Qaeda’s militants, so the United States does not have to.
A recent exercise by the United States military here was part of a wide-ranging plan, developed after the Sept. 11 attacks, to take counterterrorism training and assistance to places outside the Middle East, like the Philippines and Indonesia. In Africa, a five-year, $500 million partnership between the State and Defense Departments includes Algeria, Chad, Mauritania, Mali, Morocco, Niger, Nigeria, Senegal and Tunisia, and Libya is on the verge of joining.
American efforts to fight terrorism in the region also include nonmilitary programs, like instruction for teachers and job training for young Muslim men who could be singled out by militants’ recruiting campaigns.
One goal of the program is to act quickly in these countries before terrorism becomes as entrenched as it is in Somalia, an East African nation where there is a heightened militant threat. And unlike Somalia, Mali is willing and able to have dozens of American and European military trainers conduct exercises here, and its leaders are plainly worried about militants who have taken refuge in its vast Saharan north.
“Mali does not have the means to control its borders without the cooperation of the United States,” Ibrahim Boubacar Keita, a former prime minister, said in an interview.
Mali, a landlocked former French colony that is nearly twice the size of Texas with roughly half the population, has a relatively stable, though still fragile, democracy. But it borders Algeria, whose well-equipped military has chased Qaeda militants into northern Mali, where they have adopted a nomadic lifestyle, making them even more difficult to track.
With only 10,000 people in its military and other security forces, and just two working helicopters and a few airplanes, Mali acknowledges how daunting a task it is to try to drive out the militants.
The biggest potential threat comes from as many as 200 fighters from an offshoot of Al Qaeda called Al Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb, which uses the northern Malian desert as a staging area and support base, American and Malian officials say.
About three months ago, the Qaeda affiliate threatened to attack American forces that operated north of Timbuktu (or Tombouctou) in Mali’s desert, three Defense Department officials said. One military official said the threat contributed to a decision to shift part of the recent training exercise out of that area.
The government of neighboring Mauritania said 12 of its soldiers were killed in an attack there by militants in September. By some accounts, the soldiers were beheaded and their bodies were booby-trapped with explosives.
Two Defense Department officials expressed fear that a main leader of the Qaeda affiliate in Mali, Mokhtar Belmokhtar, was under growing pressure to carry out a large-scale attack, possibly in Algeria or Mauritania, to establish his leadership credentials within the organization.
Members of the Qaeda affiliate have not attacked Malian forces, and American and Malian officials privately acknowledge that military officials here have adopted a live-and-let-live approach to the Qaeda threat, focusing instead on rebellious Tuareg tribesmen, who also live in the sparsely populated north.
To finance their operations, the militants exact tolls from smugglers whose routes traverse the Qaeda sanctuary, and collect ransoms in kidnappings. In late October, two Austrians were released after a ransom of more than $2 million was reportedly paid. They had been held in northern Mali after being seized in southern Tunisia in February.
Because of the militants’ activities, American officials eye the largely ungoverned spaces of Mali’s northern desert with concern.
This year, the United States Agency for International Development is spending about $9 million on counterterrorism measures here. Some of the money will expand an existing job training program for women to provide young Malian men in the north with the basic skills to set up businesses like tiny flour mills or cattle enterprises. Some aid will train teachers in Muslim parochial schools in an effort to prevent them from becoming incubators of anti-American vitriol.
The agency is also building 12 FM radio stations in the north to link far-flung villages to an early-warning network that sends bulletins on bandits and other threats. Financing from the Pentagon will produce, in four national languages, radio soap operas promoting peace and tolerance.
“Young men in the north are looking for jobs or something to do with their lives,” said Alexander D. Newton, the director of A.I.D.’s mission in Mali. “These are the same people who could be susceptible to other messages of economic security.”
Concern about Mali’s vulnerability also brought a dozen Army Green Berets from the 10th Special Forces Group in Germany, as well as several Dutch and German military instructors, to Mali for the two-week training exercise that ended last month.
Just before noon on a recent sunny, breezy day, Malian troops swept onto a training range here on the savannah north of Bamako, the capital, aboard two CV-22 Ospreys, rotor-blade transport aircraft flown by Air Force Special Operations crews from Hurlburt Field, Fla.
As the dull-gray aircraft landed in a swirling cloud of dust, rotors whomp-whomping, the Malians disembarked single file from the rear ramp in dark-green camouflage uniforms and helmets, M-4 assault rifles at the ready. (The Malians normally use AK-47s, but used American-issue M-4’s for this exercise.)
After a mile-long march through savannah grass, the troops walked down a hill into a small valley. Their target — the mock hide-out of the insurgents — was in sight. But what the Malians did not know was that their American instructors were lying in wait, and suddenly attacked the troops with a sharp staccato of small-arms fire (plastic paint bullets), with red flares soaring high overhead.
The make-believe skirmish lasted just a few minutes. The Malians, shouting to one another and firing at their attackers, retreated from the ambush rather than try to fight through it.
“We’re still learning,” said Capt. Yossouf Traore, a 28-year-old commander, speaking in English that he learned in Texas and at Fort Benning, Ga., as a visiting officer. “We’re getting a lot of experience in leadership skills and making decisions on the spot.”
Even more significant, Captain Traore said, was that the exercise gave his troops an unusual opportunity to train with soldiers from neighboring Senegal. Soon after the Ospreys returned to whisk the Malian soldiers from the training range, two planeloads of Senegalese troops arrived to carry out the same maneuvers.
Still, worrisome indicators are giving some Malian government and religious leaders, as well as American officials, pause about the country’s ability to deal with security risks.
Mali is the world’s fifth-poorest country and, according to some statistics from the United Nations and the State Department, is getting poorer. One in five Malian children dies before age 5. The average Malian does not live to celebrate a 50th birthday. The country’s population, now at 12 million, is doubling nearly every 20 years. Literacy rates hover around 30 percent and are much lower in rural areas.
There are also small signs that radical clerics are beginning to make inroads into the tolerant form of Islam practiced here for centuries by Sunni Muslims. The number of Malian women wearing all-enveloping burqas is still small, but the increase in the past few years is noticeable, religious leaders say.
New mosques are springing up, financed by conservative religious organizations in Saudi Arabia, Libya and Iran, and scholarships offered to young Malian men to study in those countries are on the rise, Malian officials say.
In Imam Mahamadou Diallo’s neighborhood in Bamako, a congested, fume-choked city on the Niger River, a simmering debate is under way. Imam Diallo, 48, said that two new mosques had been built in his area with financing from Wahhabi extremist groups in Saudi Arabia, and that they were drawing away some members of his mosque.
“Many people here are poor and don’t have work,” Imam Diallo said through an interpreter in Bambara, one of the local languages. “They’re potentially vulnerable to these Wahhabi people coming in with money.”
Just down a bumpy, reddish dirt road, however, the leader of one of these newer mosques, Al Nour, quarreled with Imam Diallo’s characterization. Ali Abdourohmome Cisse, the imam since Al Nour opened in 2002, said he did not know who had financed its construction. He added that no one on his staff, including an Egyptian assistant who helps conduct Friday Prayer in Arabic, advocated any form of extremism.
At El Mouhamadiya, an Islamic school in the neighborhood, more than 700 students, ages 4 to 25, take classes including math, physics and Arabic. “But we don’t train them in terrorism,” said Broulaye Sylla, 25, an administrator. “We don’t talk about jihad.”
Mahmoud Dicko, president of the High Council of Islam in Bamako, acknowledged over soft drinks in his second-story office that the influence of conservative Sunni and even Shiite groups had become more visible, but he said they did not pose a serious threat to Malian society.
“Their influence has limits because of the importance of cultural ties here in Mali,” he said. “We have a tolerant Islam here, a pacifist Islam.”
American and African diplomats here said Mali was one of the few countries in the region that had good relations with most neighbors, making it a likely catalyst for the broader regional security cooperation the United States is trying to foster. American commanders expressed confidence that by training together, the African forces might work together against transnational threats like Al Qaeda. While Mali has no effective helicopter fleet, for instance, it could team up its soldiers with better-equipped neighboring armies, like Algeria’s, to combat a common threat.
“If we don’t help these countries work together, it becomes a much more difficult problem,” said Lt. Col. Jay Connors, the senior American Special Forces officer on the ground here during the exercise.
American and Malian officials acknowledged that there were other hurdles to overcome. The Pentagon needs to better explain the role of its new Africa Command, created in October to oversee military activities on the continent, and to dispel fears that the United States is militarizing its foreign policy, Malian officials said.
American officials say their strategy is to contain the Qaeda threat and train the African armies, a process that will take years. The nonmilitary counterterrorism programs are just starting, and it is too early to gauge results.
“This is a long-term effort,” said Colonel Connors, 45, an Africa specialist from Burlington, Vt., who speaks French and Portuguese. “This is crawl, walk, run, and right now, we’re still in the crawl phase.”
Eric Schmitt reported from Mali in November, and did additional reporting from Washington

Friday, November 28, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy thanksgiving from Mali!! We're heading out in a couple hours for a big thanksgiving meal in Sevare with duck, pie and ice cream. This may sound unhealthy but I've been almost starving myself all day so I can eat as much as possible tonight!

First off...THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! The youth center project has been funded and when the money arrives sometime this month we should be able to start construction on the building. I really can't express how much it means to me that you all supported my project. he only thing we're lacking now for the space is the books to put in our library. I'm trying to find French or English organizations that donate books so if you know of any please let me know! or if you have any old books in English or French that you'd like to get rid of please leave me a comment and I can send you an address to send them to. Any help is greatly appreciated!

I feel so grateful for the amazing friends and family I've been given and it makes me so proud in village to tell people that my amazing friends and family care about them! I'm so lucky for the friends and family I have. AND not only for the money but for the love and support i get everyday. I always know they're will be a facebook message, email, letter or package waiting for me and although it sounds silly, a letter makes my week!

Weeks have been flying by lately and I can't believe its almost Christmas. After Halloween and the election I had lots of work to do at site before heading down to Sevarre and Bamako for Thanksgiving and meetings. Bess and I are planning a gender and development camp for young women in our village. We're focusing on AIDS/HIV prevention, child and maternal health and girls empowerment. At the end of the three day camp the girls will write a play or radio broadcast to present to the community and then we'll have a party. Its been really fun to plan and the doctor's helping us and the girls we've invited are really enthusiastic and motivated.

The tree pepiniere association has grown again, adding several new members and having discussions about finding a bigger space to work in. We've faced some obstacles in selling the trees and deciding how to market them. I'm hoping that another volunteer will be placed at my site so that they can continue to help them.

Its almost time for the elephants to arrive in Gossi so tourists will start coming soon. We're in the midst of setting up a guide office/info center and artisan room at the local lodge and I'm hoping to collaborate soon with another volunteer on a gourma region biodiversity website too to raise awareness internationally.

Its almost time for Tabaski also known as Eid al-adha(i think i've talked about this holiday in another post) so everyone is buying ram and fattening them up for slaughter to honor Abraham's devotion and willingness to sacrifice his son for God. Allah intervened and offered a lamb to sacrifice instead.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eid_ul-Adha
We've been seeing buses going by, their roofs packed with a hundred or so sheep heading south. ITs really a site to see. It seems like rams are appearing everywhere now. Im looking out the window at three in our peace corps concession that the guards are keeping here before the fete. Eveyrone buys the rams ahead of time because the price climbs high the week or two before. Last year by day three of the celebration Bess Jared and I were acutally getting sick of meat, which considering how little we get usually is pretty shocking. Its a fun time for everyone, children get all dressed up in new cloths, and women (who can afford it) decorate their houses with new drapes etc. My host mom is putting in new plastic flooring that i bought for her in gao, kind of like fake tile? She's very excited. im kind of on holiday overload, with thanksgiving, tabaski, christmas new years etc.

Thats pretty much it in terms of a quick update. Ill try to get some funny stories down over the next couple days since i have wireless access.

love to everyone!

ps--I wanted to post some pictures from the last couple months to share with you all. From the election party we had in gao and from a trip to the dune rose- a beautiful huge sand dune located next to the Niger near Gao.



obama WINS!!!



the dune rose