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Saturday
November 1 2003
Bump, set...
This
morning I got to play volleyball! It started at 6:00 am on a Saturday.
You're probably saying "what tin the world Tim, you got up before
6:00 on a Saturday." Well, I pretty much always get up at six
without using an alarm clock. I think it's pretty much the only way
to get some good game time in because it can get reaaaaaaly hot by
10:00, making it impossible to play anything. Fortunatly, today was
just barely fighting back rain all morning, making for one of the
cooler days I've yet had here, which was ideal for volleyball.
I went over to the "ecole evangelique", the evangelistic
school, and the school team was playing, but they will let anybody
play with them! So first we did some drills, then I played in the
"newbies" match for beginners. After that the good players
came on the court to play, and they could tell that I knew how to
play volleyball, asked me to join in! I was so happy!
If you are familiar with some of my past journal entries you will
be able to understand why. First, I had sought these people out,
it wasn't some random person coming after me to get something from
me. Secondly, they asked me to participate because I merited it
from my skills. So, I became just another African playing in the
game. What a great feeling.
Now, I most of the other players were good, much better than me,
which was great because I haven't played a good game of volleyball
in a looooong time, and it felt good to be pushed. There was the
coach there giving us tips all the time. I scored the winning point
off of this petty little standing overhand attack that just fell
nicely into a hole, and my team all rushed me, and surrounded me
cheering! The spirit of the play was very positive.
Strangely enough, I didn't bring with me any running shoes or shorts
to Africa. Furthermore I wasn't wearing my contact lenses at the
time, so I had no peripheral vision because my glasses are tiny,
I was wearing airwalks, and my toenails were jamming painfully into
my toes because they were so long since I have been wearing sandals
for the past month! I plan to rectify all of that for the next time
I play.
It's amazing how good sports make me feel, the camaraderie, the
challenge, and thhe exercise are all very good for the soul.
When I came back for breakfast Amedjie
had this beaming smile, and told me that he had made two pieces
of French toast that morning already, and then cooked up 4 pieces
for me! I could only eat three, but they were yummy! I have been
told that there is a jam here called Guame Jan, or something like
that which resembles syrup. However, it’s made only by the Nuns
up in the mountains, so it’s quite the journey to get it! I was
visiting some local missionaries on Sunday, and asked them where
I could find cinnamon, and they gave me two cans of it! Soon we
will have perfected French toast.
Spider dogs are next.
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Monday November
10 2003
March to a different drummer
It
is time for me to talk about my new toy. I bought a Djimbe (pronounced
JEEM-BAE). A Djimbe is a wooden African drum, with a lamb skin pad
tied down by many strings. My Djimbe is huge; it goes almost up
to my waist (no back with me on the plane ride home, that's my carry-on).
Mine is beautiful, it has carvings of African plants on the side,
and is stained brown and black.
But before I talk about the Djimbe, I have to talk about buying
the Djimbe. That was a true African experience.
The process began my first day in Kpalimé, even before I
knew that I wanted one. Kathleen and I were walking through the
market, and passed by these Djimbe vendors. Of course they insisted
that we come over and take a look at their drums. So, over we went.
I didn't want to get suckered into any sales because at that point
I had no idea what the relative value of a franc was. But Kathleen
was chatting enthusiastically and got me a little worried that she
would get suckered in, because she wanted one at that time. But,
we left it as "we're here for 6 months, and we'll look into
it later.
As the next few weeks went on, we were invited to a Djimbe drumming
show at a local bar along with some other tourists. We knew the
tour guide, Kudjo, as he had met us at the airport, and he invited
us over. So they played and played, and it was awesome. It was then
that I knew I needed one.
So, I started trying to figure out what the price should be before
I got swindled, because it was no longer a question of "if"
I was going to buy a Djimbe, it was a question of "for how
much".
Kudjo had told me that you could get one for 15-20 thousand francs
if you bartered well. Amedjie
started giving me some tips on bartering skills and what good prices
might be. He told me to go in with a ridiculously low price, stick
to it, and then if they didn't take it, walk away and let them think
about it. He ALSO told me to go and buy both drums for Kathleen
and me, because he would give us higher prices if a woman was there.
So off I went; getting a good price was to become my little game.
I arrived and admired the various drums for a while, built a little
bit of a relationship with the vendors, had them explain a little
bit about Djimbes. I did this for maybe half an hour. He told me
to come back next Tuesday, which was in a week, because he would
have a new batch of Djimbes.
I came back in two weeks, alone. "Where's Kathleen?"
they asked. "Oh, she's really busy right now." We chatted
for another half an hour, he tried to sell one to me, but I said
I had to look at my finances more closely before I even considered
(which was true, any thing over 5000 francs is a pretty big in my
pocket on the money I'm given, and I wasn't quite up to speed with
where I stood in my account).
So I came back the next day, alone. Again, "where's Kathleen",
and they seemed a little flustered that she wasn't there. "She
went home lunch today." Then, we each proceeded to butter each
other up for about 40 minutes before we even mentioned price. First,
he told me to select the Djimbes. I picked the two biggest, nicest
Djimbes there. He told me to give a price, I said 20000 for the
two, and he shook his head in disgust, and said, "Let’s talk
about these little ones over here." "No" I said,
"I'm only interested in these two. He proceeded to tell me
about the quality of the Djimbes, that just the string costs 9000
francs. They came back and said 25000 for one. This process of back
and forth went on until I stated 32000 for both, and 4000 a month
for lessons for both Kathleen and I. They held at 40000 for both,
and 10000 per month for lessons. To get to this point, I had been
there for about 2 hours.
Then I left.
I returned the next day, "where's Kathleen" and they
were obviously a little shaken that I had left when they thought
they had a sale right in the palm of their hand. I offered 35000
for the Djimbes, and 7000 for the lessons, then he said we have
to add a little, then I just sat there for about 2 minutes, thinking,
and said that it was hard for me to go any higher because that was
what Kathleen had agreed upon, and I wasn't very comfortable making
her pay more than she expected. So, I said 38000, and 7500 per month
for the lessons. Sold.
From what I gathered afterwards, this is a really good price for
these types of drums, that the ones half that size can easily go
for just as much.
Sweet.
So now we're going for lessons 2-3 times a week, and it is awesome.
My hands hurt like mad after the first day from drumming too hard,
but hopefully that'll stop.
Its great fun and Kathleen and I hope to have a big party with
the other crossroaders at the end of the term, with us putting on
a drumming show with our teachers! I can't wait.
I'm so glad I bought this Djimbe.
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Wednesday
November 12 2003
Carpel Tunnel frustrations...
Right now I’m extremely frustrated and kind of worried. My
right wrist really hurts right now in a Carpel Tunnel kind of way.
It’s from a combination of playing Djimbe
and further aggrivated by using a stupid microsoft trackball instead
of a proper mouse, and it doesn’t feel like the kind of pain that
will go away in a short while.
So now I’m not even capable of using a computer, typing this message
really hurts. There's no way I can do my work. I should have seen
this coming, but I just kept working through the pain and now i
can barely move the mouse.
I hope it starts to wear off tomorrow, I’m going home early from
work today.
I really don’t know what to do about this. Please pray for my wrist.
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M onday november
17 2003
11:00 pm in Canadian time...
If I had started writing this almost 4 hours ago, today would
have marked the anniversary of my second month here.
It is 3:40 in the morning. I went to bed at 9:30 or so, because
I was tired and get up at 6 am. But, I've been tossing and turning
in bed since midnight. This is what it's been like for me pretty
much since the day I got here. It's pretty frustrating. I'll probably
be able to sleep in an hour or so, get one last hour of sleep before
I have to wake up again.
The one comforting this about this is now that I'm off Lariam
at least I don't remember my dreams anymore, so I'm just tired as
a result of not getting any sleep, not tired and delusional.
And yes, the roosters
are crowing continuously right now. They have been for the last
hour.
I'm not sure exactly why I can't sleep; I haven't had trouble sleeping
in years and years. I'm used to conking out pretty much as soon
as I hit the pillow. Maybe that's because I always went to bed at
midnight. I figure it could be due to any or a combination of the
following things;
- My new malaria drug, Savarine is a chloroquin based drug, and
apparently it can have sleep disorder side effects also, but not
as sever as Lariam.
- The heat. You know, the nicest place to fall asleep is under
warm covers in a cold room. I'm under no covers in a very hot
(getting hotter) country and I can't sleep with the fan on. (I
know some of your snow-shovellers are probably scowling at me
right now).
- Maybe I go to bed too early? Because I can fall asleep until
midnight or so, then I'm up until sun up.
- I eat too close to bedtime, usually about an hour to an hour
and a half before I go to sleep. More problematic is that I drink
allot of water at supper time, because I'm hot and dehydrated
by then, but then I have to go to the bathroom at midnight. I've
actually already addressed this issue a bit though, as I don't
drink much as supper time anymore so I don't have to go to the
bathroom at midnight... So maybe I'm dehydrated at night.
- As Amedjie would put it, "c'est
la moteur qui tourne", it's the motor that turns, as in,
I'm thinking too much. This probably has some truth to it. I don't
find myself thinking any less about home. I still dream in Canada,
I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do when I get
back (i.e. What to do with my life, ha-ha, or simply what to do
for the months between getting back and probably going back to
school), and every now and then I just want a tub of ice cream,
a movie, and a friend to pray with.
Gee, I just blabbered for about 20 minutes about sleep. I think
I need to work on bite-sizing my writing up a bit...
In other news, my wrist is feeling
considerably better, but still hurts, which is disconcerting. It
hurts in both wrists, so that points pretty clearly towards Djimbe
as the culprit. Drats.
I got to play Ultimate Frisbee today, with the missionary kids
from the centre for the blind, which was great. I was only 4on4,
but it was fun nonetheless. I was soaking wet in sweat after half
an hour of play. The only time that it's even remotely reasonable
to exert yourself physically here is for about the two hours after
sunrise and the two hours before sunset.
I visited Tsiko hospital on Friday night. It's a Baptist missionary
hospital about half an hour north of Kpalimé. It’s a pretty
neat place. Ill talk some more about it when I get to spend a day
there, or at least walk around in the daylight. I went there to
play ball hockey (the wonderful people from the centre for the blind
took me up there, they're pretty active sport wise!), but unfortunately
it got rained out. (Rain, there's something I haven't talked about
yet... Mental note...). BUT I did have PIZZA!
On Saturday my supervisor Guy
invited me to a burial. I'm going to write a little ditty in the
things section about that because it deserves its own special attention,
so stay tuned.
Next week Elizabeth Dove from CCI is coming to visit, so we'll
be preparing for that. I'm hopefully soon going to reveal a new
Vivre Mieux website as well as a detailed account of my plans and
my work (because I don't just ride moto
taxis, watch goofy
chickens, and eat big
grapefruits all day long, I actually do work too! It's just
that writing about underwear is so much more entertaining).
Keep Smilin'
-Tim
P.S. Last minute note, I'm uploading this at the end of my day
because the power has been cut all day untill now (4:00pm)! C'est
l'Afrique!
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Monday November
24 2003
My head is full
If I did a brain dump right now of everything in my head, this page
would never end. So, I must in someway create bite-sized chunks
of thought that will feel wholly inadequate.
Lets begin with a mere “journal” account of events. Last week was
spent trying to put together a brand spankin’ new website for Vivre
Mieux. The one I made at the start of my stay here is not so good
at really giving an impression of “what is Vivre-Mieux”. The new
one hopefully will make everything that goes on here crystal clear
to all of you who are curious (and at the end of the day, international
funders for our projects).
You may remember my last entry where I talked about how I didn’t
get any sleep on Sunday. I slept well on Monday night, but Tuesday
and Wednesday nights I got just about zero sleep each night, and
couldn’t really even walk on Thursday because I was so tired. To
make things worse I had diarrhoea so became rather dehydrated, which
made me even more tired. Fortunately my boss gave me some medicine
that fixed me right up, and I laid down for a little while which
helped. I took a sleeping pill for the first time on Thursday night
because Friday and Saturday were going to be big days with the arrival
of Elizabeth Dove, the Ontario regional director of CCI (Canadian
Crossroads International).
Thursday evening Robin and Oddette (fellow crossroaders) arrived
from Vogan, which they call the armpit of Togo, and stayed in an
air-conditioned room at Hotel Agbeviade, with a bed that was not
made of straw, had flush toilets, and hot water. They then had supper
which was not small sardine like fish-heads, but rather a yummy
pasta meal. They were totally ecstatic.
Friday Elizabeth arrived and Vivre-Mieux did a presentation on
what we about. She seemed happy with the work we were doing. Unfortunately
Guy (our supervisor) couldn’t
be there in the morning because he was called the day before to
be at some United Nations thingy in Lomé!
Friday night everybody stayed at the Hotel 30 Aout, which is a
rather gross hotel that feels like the hotel from “The Shining”.
It is a very large hotel, and since the tourist market in Togo has
almost disappeared in the last few years, the hotel has fallen into
disrepair.
That night there was a little surprise planned for us. We went
outside, and up pulled a van FULL of people. Now, you have to understand,
the Canadian meaning of full is nothing at all like the Togo word
full. You know how people will often try and see how many people
can fit into a car just for fun at some party? So, think about a
van, what do you think would be a totally ridiculous amount of people?
No really, think about it, place people in a van in your head,
and count them.
Remember, this vehicle has to be driven over many kilometres with
these people inside…
On with the story… A van pulls up with Africans inside. First out
comes a dancing troup. These are all women, I would say about 12-15
of them. Then came about 4 men who were singers. Then came another
5-6 men who were instrumentalists, with 4 Djimbe’s and a trumpet.
(Take a look at the size of a Djimbé here).
In total that’s about 25 people, a trumpet and 4 Djimbes. You do
not ride in a vehicle here, you are packed into a vehicle.
This is what we like to call “the sense of the ridiculous”.
Anyway, Friday night was spent at a very nice restaurant called
Chez Fanny. I wasn’t hungry due to my illness from the day before,
but everyone else’s food looked super yummy. One of us got Shrimp
Pasta!
Saturday was a meeting with all of the crossroaders and the heads
of their respective NGOs. It was basically a day for everyone to
relate what had been going on as well as their frustrations. It
was mostly pretty good, except that as with most meetings, the real
point of a discussion seems to get missed at times as people generate
nonsensical excuses for their incompetence.
That evening A few of us hung out at the closest thing they’ve
got to a coffee shop here in Kpalimé and just chatted about
everything until 11pm. It was our first real chance to all be together
and just let everything out. It was really good to share each others
experiences and see how things were both the same and different
for everybody.
Sunday, Guy took us to
the waterfalls at Kpimé, which unfortunately were not flowing
at all because there was not much rain this year. But the cliffs
over which they fall are humungous. We took a crazy car ride up
a mountain trail to the top on a ridiculously bumpy and twisty dirt
road right beside a cliff edge. It was more fun than a roller coaster,
and could be described as a truck drivers dream road. Fortunately
Guy’s car has 4-wheel drive.
At the top was a large dam found where three rivers connect.
Despite what may be called better judgement, I have to confess
that when I say the body of water that I jumped right in. I figured
that the water was mountain water (we were at the top of a mountain)
from three rivers that was flowing out of a dam… and I AM ALWAYS
SO HOT THAT MY JUMP IN A LAKE WHEN I’M HOT CANADIAN INSTINCTS TOOK
OVER! Apparently the people who live in the mountain bath in the
water everyday too, and they still has the standard number of limbs
and proper skin tone, so I crossed my fingers.
We had a picnic there with food that Guy
had prepared for us. Liver and beans with a sweet mustard sauce.
I know it sounds bizarre, but it was actually quite good. We just
kind of sat back and relaxed for a while after that, then headed
back into town to see the people from Vogan off because they had
about a 4 ½ hour trip to get back.
That night I found a DVD player and a copy of the Matrix I and
II. I showed the first one to Guy.
When we got to the end of it he said, “can we watch the second one
right now?” I laughed. Unfortunately the disc for the second one
didn’t work, so I’m going to go find another copy today.
And now were at today. Whew, lengthy brain dump for today now terminated,
and I haven’t even gotten around to saying anything introspective
yet!
Keep Smilin’
-Tim
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