28 July, 2010

Not Knowing Everything


After living in Ethiopia for over a year and a half I’ve come to terms with not knowing a lot of things.  I sit through casual conversations, coffee ceremonies, and even important meetings without knowing what is being said completely.  My language skills are increasing but Amharic is not a language I will likely ever speak fluently.  I’ve become accustomed to sitting through meetings understanding a bare minimum waiting patiently to get a rundown of the meeting from my counterpart after the fact.  I am fortunate enough to have a counterpart willing to attend most meetings as my translator.  But then there are countless get-togethers with neighbors of which I will never know the full extent of what was said.  This is something I’ve come to terms with here.  Coming from home where you understand every little eavesdropped conversation this took some time to get used to, but now I’m strangely fine with not knowing everything.

The road to the market in Dangila.

Sometimes this not-knowing finds me in awkward situations.  Many times this is not so much from the lack of understanding the language, but more from the lack of direct communication.  It is not the culture here to directly correct someone.  I had a school teacher tell me recently that students learn to correct their mistakes here if you simply speak correctly, you do not need to tell them directly when they are incorrect.  Not true.  This is why person after person still yells “Where are you go?!” on the street when I pass.  This applies for when I make mistakes also; they never get corrected.


The main road in Dangila.
A good example would be when I took those 10 orphan boys to get tested for HIV during my Testing Raffle event last fall.  Several people knew this was happening, and the boys all agreed and wanted to go, but no one cared to mention that the boys were all 14, and you cannot get tested without a guardian until you are 15. That was an awkward arrival at the health center.

This not-knowing is something I’ve learned to deal with but not something that I find particularly fun, nor does it tend to end with a positive outcome… until this past week.  After a meeting with my counterpart and the Dangila mayor about my internet café project I was told we needed to come up with possible vacant land options to submit to the mayor.  Then the town would decide whether or not to approve our land proposal, and once a location is approved the grant would pay for a container to be built on that land for our internet café.  My counterpart and I were sitting in our office discussing land options for a few hours when he mentions casually, ‘we could use the container across town that was built to help orphans.’

Excuse me?
There is a vacant container that was built with the intention of starting a business to help orphans? Why were we not planning on using this all along? We struggled to come up with that 25% “Community Contribution” necessary to receive the grant money.  How did this never come up?

The next day we pitched the idea to the mayor of using that container for our project and he was elated with the idea! He mentioned that he is very excited to help us in creating a sustainable business to really help Dangila’s orphans for years to come!

Sometimes things just fall into place.  And something you wonder how you can not-know something so obvious for such a long period of time.  But usually I am out-of-the-loop, which I've come to accept as part of the ferengi role. I’m very ecstatic about the possibility of having this premade location for our internet café!

10 July, 2010

I am not forget until the end of my life


I walked towards the center of town to meet my two campers feeling the weight of my heavy backpack and the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. I assured the camper’s parents that everything would be alright one last time as we hopped aboard a mini bus headed for Bahir Dar. I realized the campers must be feeling nervous too so I talked to them in basic English for a short while but then we sat for the remainder of the ride in silence, although my head was buzzing with thoughts of things to come.
We met the other campers in Bahir Dar and then loaded aboard our camp bus destined for Gondar where we would be staying for the next 6 nights. I felt a weight lifted as I met up with the other Peace Corps volunteers knowing we were all in this together; it wasn’t just me and the teenagers! But I watched around me as the campers sat quietly next to strangers knowing their nervousness still sat upon their shoulders.

The bus full of campers heading towards Gondar.

Five nights later I watched the same group of campers circle around to decide how to keep their friendships strong after they departed from camp and I watched tears roll down their faces as they hugged goodbye. I’m not sure if the 16 of us volunteers will ever fully grasp what kind of impact we had on those 29 students in five short days, but we won’t soon forget the experience.

Logistically things went about as smoothly as we could have hoped for the first summer camp any of us had organized from scratch. The five full days of camp were divided by theme: Independence Day, Gender Day, Leadership Day, Health Day and Lifeskills Day. Labor was divided as well and we all jumped in to help where we could. Each morning started off with yoga at 7am which was a new type of exercise for the campers but they really loved it. Sessions throughout the day were split between classroom activities and more lively activities to keep them energized. Every night a few counselors (PCVs) were “on duty” until midnight to check for lights off (and make sure campers were in their own rooms!). Overall, the days were long and by the end we were all exhausted!

All of the campers and Peace Corps volunteers.
I could write an entire blog entry for each day but I won’t bore you with the details. I'm hoping these pictures can show you a piece of summer camp, which will tell you more than my blog ever could. I can only accurately account for that week with a cliché: it was life-changing. I know that 29 young Ethiopians never forget how to “peel the banana” (if you don’t know, don’t ask) or give out “firecrackers” or do mountain pose, but I pray they’ll never forget that they can be leaders, and that men and women are equal, and that they can never say “I can’t.” I’ll leave you with my favorite quote from camper evaluations: “I love you more than me the American Peace Court; I am sorry because you are leave me tomorrow; I am not forget until the end of my life.”










Me with my campers from Dangila.
 

02 July, 2010

Meet My Campers

Ehetemarium Belestie, female, grade 11, age 18
Essay Topic Choice: Are condoms a good choice to protect against HIV? Why or why not?

Condoms are not a good choice to protect HIV.  Because we have other good choices for protecting HIV.  The first choice is 1 to 0.  It means you haven’t ferand.  This is a good choice for as a student because our country losses some thing about us and we have a responsible to pay something.  The second choice is one to one.  You looking for carfully and select your best choice.  The last and theered choice is using condom.  The is the dangerous method to protect ourselves.  But it is the good choice for the person don’t use condome.
My best choice is the first choice is mine.
Poem
Please Cool down
you are a young person
you are a new for things and sences
don’t fast to know a new thing
you must be cool down
the time is hot
all things waight for you
don’t find HIV
HIV is do not find you
don’t walk for find HIV
Please cool down
all things are waight for you

My comments: Ehetemarium really impressed me with her appropriate explanation of condom usage and other ways of preventing against HIV.  But most of all, I loved that she wrote down this poem! I’m not sure where she got the poem from—I assume it isn’t her original.  I also assume this isn’t a word-for-word rendition, but I really liked her creative approach!

Yonas Zeleke, male, grade 9, age 16
Essay Topic Choice: Are condoms a good choice to protect against HIV? Why or why not?

First we have to know that condom is not the only method to protect HIV.  As I know we have three main methods to protect against HIV.  The 1st one is to be totally free from sex.  But this method is not acceptable by many peoples b/c it is difficult to be free from sex.  I am also accept it.  Lets go to the 2nd method.  This method is to be free from sex until having marriage.  In my opinion this method is the best rather than the two. b/c when you get marriage you have to test whether you have within your blood or not. Then you can continue your life make protected.
Secondly people didn’t realize that condom is not 100% to protect against HIV.  The main important thing is that How can protect our self from HIV? If we couldn't do the above two methods it is better to use condom properly otherwise we go to face our disaster.  Generally condom is not 100% protect against HIV but it is successful.  If we use properly. let me return to my aim.  The better methods are the above two.  I want to rise something “life is greater than one minit happyness.”
In general condom is helpful if we use properly but it is not a good choice.  As I said earlier condom the last method but not the best. The reason it is better to be facefull for the cupple, (wife & husband). So condom is not the good choice rather than the two but it protects us from HIV if we use properly.

My comments: This was the very first essay I read and immediately knew he would be a finalist.  While reading the rest of the essays I kept thinking none was quite as good as the first.  His thoughts were well thought-out and he clearly expressed clever insights about condom usage and other HIV prevention methods.  The highlight for me definitely has to be “life is greater than one minit happyness.”  A close second was the quote, “If we couldn’t do the above two methods it is better to use condom properly otherwise we go to face our disaster.”

I think we could all learn a little something from these essays!