I wake up at 5:30am because thats when the sun wakes up too and when there is no electricity you begin to subscribe to light- giving source. i tie up my mosquito net which is actually more appropriate for easing my mind that spiders and other creatures wont find my sheets in the night opposed to its intention of malaria protection. i visit the outhouse, choosing the one that doesnt have a lizard peeking out. i go for a good morning jog into the bush where people are already out cultivating their fields. i fill up my shower bucket- assuming there is enough water. i discovered warm powdered milk and cornflakes that i bought back from ouaga- no fridges remember. i leave for the centre on my moto but not before greeting every single peson with a hand shake and saying ne y bereogo, zakaramba because thats how it goes. besides the fact that my moto likes to break down, the biggest danger are the donkeys and pigs that cross the road. other than that there are no cars- too expensive- so its good to go. its a little over a half hour drive which i really love. i park my bike under the karite tree and go see the kids. we might do tree inventory or pick bean leaves or whatever until 10 because they go to eat tot. which if i havent explained is this repulsive flour jello that is the only food here that i just cant handle especially which the green stringy sauce they serve it with. yup they eat that ev ery single day.
at 12 its either hard couscous with dry peas, drenched in oil- to make swallowable, loaded with salt- for some flavour or its a mound of rice with dried sardine sauce- and we usually eat with our hands ps. in burkina everyone reposes from 12-3 always. so i go nap which is ridiculously hot and sweaty. we prune trees in the afternoon where the kids teach me moré and i teach them english phrases- like im wearing flip flops. driving home, children run out to the road as i drive by, selling bunches of wild grapes that cost less than a penny.
once at home in sapone, theres about an hour before the sun goes down so i might go climb my favourite tree to read and watch the sunset or kristin and i might walk into the village to buy so bread, water, and cell phone minutes. its about a15 min walk, and along the way, we here nasara bonjour by the kids and everyone else just stares. we pass by the dolo hut which is where the elders drink fermented millet in squash like bowls called calabashes. well probably get a few marriage proposals and requests to take them back to canada and then we head back. but everyone is very friendly.
terese and lydia cook usually and we eat all together. they are amazing cooks. the women here are truly so amazing. we have social-political discussions and then the kids come to play games and sing songs. then i usually like to stare at the stars a bit because theyre pretty amazing in a place with no electricity. at 9 pm je me couche to the awful noises coming from our guards radio. and thats it!
ps. dave matthews is playing in the background right now. we made a request cuz we just couldnt handle celine dion anymore. its a little broken but more amazing than ever!
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