juliagladys (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} juliagladys) wrote,@ 2007-07-14 15:45:00 |
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Return trip to Diabaly (June 29)
I am remembering all the things I love, and left because of about Diabaly. I arrived last night after waiting for a mobili from 3pm to 7pm. Once we finally left, I tried to think of an explitave to express the frustrations i felt from being jerked around by prantigis and then remembering my fear of the muddy Diabaly road. I decided on strong enough had not yet been invented. I was trying to fight back the waves of nausea just long enough to vomit outside the bashe while convincing myself that the trip was going to be worth it.
This morning I woke upto the giddy giggling of disbelief and excited whispers of "Kumba Nana!" by my favorite kids. It is only 10am but we have already had a great time together. Some things are just like when I left. Papa still follows me around like a puppy, which I love, and have to admit is probably the main reason I went back, Dada still knows our secrethandshake and Le Vieux stills knows "Flea-Fly-Flo."
Some things have changed too. Abba lost a tooth (the front one) and his electricity, and Papa has some weird eye boil infection. Other people live in my house and there is a cell phone tower one block away from it.
Although the flies here are bad, not to mention the mosquitoes, and the sewage mud is well on its way to taking over the roads, the connections I have made there are the most genuine. I am Diabaly Ka yere yere yere yere. Here I'm seen as a daughter and friend, not a status symbol. They ask me how Markala is and it is fine. I've realized working in Mali is not like working in America (duh!) no matter how structured the organization, and that perhaps I lack the iniative to "do projects" with so much flexibility.
Anyway, Diabaly people are the ones that have given me the highlights of a cliche rrewarding Peace Corps experience and I love them for that.
June 30
I just went to market with Papa. His mom gave him 25 CFA to spend however he wanted. He decided to buy a single teabag. it is so cute how very excited he is about his solitary teabag.
I am remembering all the things I love, and left because of about Diabaly. I arrived last night after waiting for a mobili from 3pm to 7pm. Once we finally left, I tried to think of an explitave to express the frustrations i felt from being jerked around by prantigis and then remembering my fear of the muddy Diabaly road. I decided on strong enough had not yet been invented. I was trying to fight back the waves of nausea just long enough to vomit outside the bashe while convincing myself that the trip was going to be worth it.
This morning I woke upto the giddy giggling of disbelief and excited whispers of "Kumba Nana!" by my favorite kids. It is only 10am but we have already had a great time together. Some things are just like when I left. Papa still follows me around like a puppy, which I love, and have to admit is probably the main reason I went back, Dada still knows our secrethandshake and Le Vieux stills knows "Flea-Fly-Flo."
Some things have changed too. Abba lost a tooth (the front one) and his electricity, and Papa has some weird eye boil infection. Other people live in my house and there is a cell phone tower one block away from it.
Although the flies here are bad, not to mention the mosquitoes, and the sewage mud is well on its way to taking over the roads, the connections I have made there are the most genuine. I am Diabaly Ka yere yere yere yere. Here I'm seen as a daughter and friend, not a status symbol. They ask me how Markala is and it is fine. I've realized working in Mali is not like working in America (duh!) no matter how structured the organization, and that perhaps I lack the iniative to "do projects" with so much flexibility.
Anyway, Diabaly people are the ones that have given me the highlights of a cliche rrewarding Peace Corps experience and I love them for that.
June 30
I just went to market with Papa. His mom gave him 25 CFA to spend however he wanted. He decided to buy a single teabag. it is so cute how very excited he is about his solitary teabag.
