Glimpses from the Mind of a Volunteer in Africa

BURKINA FASO

22 June 2008 

So, This is Sunday. I was not prepared for what my heart would behold among the people of God in Burkina Faso. My time on the field was surrounded always by those who didn’t know Him, and daily, I would cry out to God for the salvation of the people. I would cry out to Him who grants joy to those around me who suffer. I would cry out to God to be the justice for those who are wronged. I’d cried out to God not to forget a people who are tired, weary, unseen to the world… whose wounds have crippled love
… but this morning, this morning… I was witness to a great and many believers who cried out to God in PRAISE for His goodness (Bark Wennaam) and faithfulness, and power. They cried in repentance of their sins and for the salvation of their country.

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Tales of a Botswana Orphanage

I woke up at the usual 3 a.m. freezing from the poorly built walls and window in the room. I wasn’t sure if my wake was from the donkey's wailing or from the cold air. I lay in bed until I heard the voices of the orphans beginning to prepare their breakfast, sometime between 4 a.m. and 6a.m.

I put on my gloves, boots and jacket over my already double layered clothing and walked over to the door. After securing the knife that I slept with in my boot, I turned the keys to unlock the door. The bedroom keys jingled as I tossed them in one of my boots. Outside the room I fumbled my way across the house banging my knees and legs against the dusty furniture. The sun had not risen yet and the house was pitch black. Coughing from the stale dust, I fought my way through the padlocked door. Ma Chabe never locked it ­— she only put the lock through the hinge that stopped the door from being opened from the outside. The dogs immediately barked as I stepped out. They jumped on me begging for feeding.

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Our Dear Life in Burkina Faso

Due to slavery, Burkina Faso is one of the poorest places on the planet. The majority of the population is stripped and undergoes the stress of inflation, the continuous increase in costs for basic necessities. I will discuss and explain in a sincere manner, the effects of the high cost of living felt by the Burkinabe in their everyday lives.

Our family, like a great number of others in the region, are underdeveloped. This is visible on many levels. Since we are directly affected by inflation, living conditions are unstable. There is no guarantee that we will have something to eat each day. Even two meals a day are not assured. The food shortage is so evident that you can read it on the faces of the Burkinabe and in their skeletal bodies. They are very skinny. In addition, we cannot eat well because of the insufficient quality and quantity of our poor monotonous meals.
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No Photo's Allowed?

On a recent trip to Africa, Mali more specifically; I encountered the infamous West African Trade wind known as the Harmattan. While this phenomenon was quite impressive, it was the local reaction that really intrigued me.

A bystander, no one I had any previous encounter with, jumped in front of my camera waving his arms with fury as I took a picture of the, to me, unique experience. Why: because I might profit from it and leave him without compensation. Granted my brother had no idea that I was a humanitarian aid worker, but still, apparently to him, the wind that falls within his borders is the intellectual property of Malians.

Forgive my frustration, but the point of it has grown coarse against my heart. Recently HtW was registering with the government of Mali. Our local staff, Noel, was approached by the police. They interrogated him for hours, made him to return daily for a week. What did they say could stop this, and yield our folder going through the next hoop of bureaucracy? 5,000 CFA (US $10). Our agenda in Mali reaches into the millions, including education aid to the tertiary level…probably affecting directly the life of these men or their children, and he wants ten bucks to pass our folder on… "for his trouble" (aka his job).

What I am getting at is the culture of individualism that exists in Mali, rather my distaste for it. More importantly, how that can prevent development. Whether it is a president selling the natural wealth of a country to his/her own gain, or our not so friendly corrupt police officer preventing aid from reaching his country for…ten US dollars, the situation is alarming and widespread.

I have been working in Africa on and off for four years. Each African country has its particularities. In the south of Algeria the Touareg men wear turbans died of indigo which leaves there skin a deep blue, in Botswana the sign of status is how many cattle you have, in niger… how many wives. A local chief once told me "all the big chiefs have four", he had two, one of which was 13 compared to his 50. The same chief later offered to find me a bride, he proudly said he would set me up with a 14 year old. Amongst other obvious complaints and polite rebukes, I mentioned to him that I would be arrested upon returning to America for such an undertaking.

Culture with all its eccentricities, brings with it, at times, many downfalls. Take the Sahel. In many countries in the region 90% plus of the woman are circumcised. Old news to most, but a fresh reality for all too many thirteen year olds…today! Or certain Southern African nations, where marriage has dissolved so far that in a recent interview a young woman told me "her dream was to have three children…by the same father." I am focusing on the bad, granted, but sometimes we need to. I rebuke any cultural relativist claim that purports "it's ok for them, that is their culture"…Hitler's culture (with a then sizeable following – destroying his entire country) was to exterminate the Jews…accepted via cultural relativity…no!!!...obliterated via the determination of a generation.

To calm down a bit, please understand the profound love I have for the continent of Africa and every country I named above. But at times, like the silly example of my photo, people drive me crazy. The quirks that scratch me in these situations, irritate many, disinterest countless, and contribute to the continued circle of poverty that far too many able, willing and amazing people are subjugated to. Sometimes culture is to be respected like nature: take only photos (ha), leave only footprints, sometimes it is to be treated like mosquitoes – protected with nets, squashed sympathetically. Can I get an amen? Or am I just ignorant?

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An Experience in Mali 2007

In July of 2007, a team of eight, including myself, went on trip to Mali in West Africa with Heal the World, Inc. Our immediate objective was to tutor students in English in preparation for the TOEFL exam. On the other hand, our long-term objective is to raise the standard of education in Mali.

 

Why Mali? Here are some facts:

·       It’s a former French colony located in sub-Saharan West Africa.

·       The 4th poorest country in the entire world.

·       Life expectancy is only 48 years

·       22% of children die before the age of 5 

·       The average income is less than $400 US per year

·       Only 19% of adults, ages 15 and older, are literate

 
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Heal the World, Inc. (HtW) is a non-denominational Christian organization committed globally to helping those in disadvantaged situations by providing the necessary tools to further their own development.


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