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CIKIN DAJI
"Into the Bush"
by Brett McNaught
© copyright 2001 Brett McNaught
Chapter 2:
   
Beginning to Prepare to Get Ready
 
2/2/01
 HAMDALLAYE

Greetings everyone from the Sahel*!

I believe it is around February 2nd or so, but I haven’t checked my date book in a few weeks. I do know that in two more days it is market day in the village of Hamdallaye and Baliara just had theirs today. I am adjusting to the simple life frighteningly easily. I love the fact that life here is just down to the basics: everyone lives their day within the company of their family and friends. They are always upbeat and friendly, you greet everyone on the street, friend or stranger. They pray 5 times a day, eat and go to bed. The women work their asses off while the men drink tea and hang out on the street corner. Allah described fairly in depth the obligations of the woman in the Muslim society.

The village I am in now is Hamdallaye. It is about 45 km east of the capital city, Niamey, and is two parts Peace Corps training center and one part African village - predominantly a mixture of the two major groups in Niger - the Hausas and the Zarmas. The Hausas and Zarmas each have their own language, and I am learning both, but focusing on Hausa because I will be sent to a region that is mostly of Hausa background.

I am living in a concession that consists of a hut made of a combination of mud, manure, peanut shells and straw. The roof is made of millet stalk (looks like a cross between a corn stalk and bamboo). I am sure it leaks like a sieve during rainy season (June-Sept) but the bigger problem is that the walls dissolve, too. They have to build their houses over each year. Welcome to the second poorest country in the world, only recently beat out for that honor by Sierra Leone.

I sleep under the stars each night, actually under a mosquito net, and it is beautiful. It is beginning to get hot - around 105º during midday - but it’s a dry heat. It got up to 152º a couple of years ago, so I can expect it to get a little hotter. This is still considered “cold” season - I use this term loosely and cringe in fear. I love having no electricity or running water. I still haven’t heard who won the Super Bowl, and I don’t really care. I don’t know when I will be able to use the phone, but I did find out when I can email again - in about 26 more months.

It doesn’t get any more third world than this. If you walk into a village and you don’t know Hausa, the people automatically assume you speak Zarma, because they don’t know there are other spoken languages. One village I visited had a folklore of a giant manmade bird that one of the villagers claimed to have seen a few years back - a plane dusting crops. The education system here is virtually non-existent. The schools they do have teach everything in French, but the kids don’t speak French.

Polygamy is common and seen as a sign of wealth - the more wives you have. My host father has 3, the youngest being 19. (He is pushing 60, I think. It is likely he doesn’t know how old he is.)

A woman is considered more attractive the more she weighs. My new favorite pick-up line is, “Wow, you sure look fat today!” All the women want to marry me so they can go to America. I just hope I start learning the language soon, so I don’t get legally bound into something.

It is weird being the first white person many people have ever seen. I can achieve rock star status by simply tying my shoe. Kids follow you and stare for hours no matter where you go. Some of the other trainees get annoyed. I just try to make funny faces or tell them to say a corny line, like “Where my dogs at?” Hours of amusement for them and for me.

I was so busy with work and classes and working out last year, I forgot to sit down and take a deep breath and soak everything in. Here you can break everything down by the minute if you want. No bills, no tests, no deadlines, no paperwork, just living.

Well I better get going. It is 9pm and well past my bedtime. The goats, chickens and donkeys like to get me up at 5-ish.


* The Sahel is the desert/savannah directly south of the Saharan Desert. The Sahel comprises the southern 2/5 of Niger. See map at (About Niger) for more detail.


2/7/01

Salaam Allekum!

Hey guys! I received letters 1 and 2 on February 5th. Thank you! It was great to get some mail finally. The first letter you sent was postmarked the 4th of January and the other was postmarked the 11th, so I would say between 3 weeks and a month, but I think it really just varies.

I am still loving life and working hard at my languages and other technical skills. It’s fun and very interesting but tiring too, because I am always learning new things and my brain hurts by 8pm every night. Today I learned how to make improved cookstoves for the village women. Less wood and hotter fires. We made them out of mud, manure and millet stalk. These are the main ingredients of just about every building, as wood is scarce and there are no other resources.

It is unbelievable how the people’s traditions have barely changed for thousands of years, mainly because they have no options. There is nothing here for them to improve their situation. Luckily Peace Corps stresses that 2/3 of a volunteer’s job is cross-cultural, and I believe it. It is my job to inform you about the culture and traditions of the Nigerian people, and for me to inform them about us. This will be tougher than it looks on paper, that’s for sure.

Continued on 2/20/01

I am back from my week long trip to Konni. It was a great break from the routine at the pseudo village of Hamdallaye. It was cool to see the Peace Corps volunteers in action and how they interact with the villagers and work as a team within their group. PC Niger is broken up into 2 main groups - Hausa and Zarma - and there are subgroups of about 5-15 volunteers within each group that covers each canton (county). These volunteers share ideas and collaborate, meeting about once a month to brainstorm and relax together. Each team has a hostel in the biggest city in the area, where they can sleep with nicer accommodations, like electricity, and sometimes phones (e.g. Konni, where I talked to you from).

The week in Konni was a nice look into where I might be posted and some ideas of what I can do as a PC Volunteer.


Brett and Tony in traditional clothing
Tony is still my only friend in training that I have really clicked with. We have fun talking about the other trainees and playing ping-pong and dominos. I also met a girl there who is really cool, so that was awesome and we shall see if anything happens. But this is Niger so I probably won’t see or talk to her again for a month or so.

I am glad you have been getting my letters. They seem to be getting to you quicker than I am getting anything. I was hoping to have stuff waiting for me when I got back to Hamdallaye, but no luck. Hopefully this week. This letter should get to you fairly quickly because one of the PCV’s parents are in town visiting and they are going to take our letters back with them and mail them in the states.

Well I gotta go. Take care and send my love to everyone.

Peace out -


Beginning of March, 2001

Hey guys! I hope everything is going good.

This has been a pretty eventful week leading up to site announcements, which are in 2 days. We had Tabaski, which is the Islamic equivalent to our Christmas. On Monday morning I went and prayed with the men in my neighborhood. Then we came back to the house, and they sacrificed 12 rams for the neighborhood. Every grown man and woman, if they can afford it, sacrifices one ram, and my house just happened to be the designated slaughter house.

I was a little grossed out at first, but after a couple, I started getting closer and even took some pictures. (My host dad is the one wearing his big gardening hat.) By the 9th or 10th it wasn’t even a novelty anymore. Then they skinned and gutted the rams and put them on sticks around a big fire for about 6 hours. We snacked on the intestines, stomach, liver and heart while the carcasses roasted, and then we had sheep head and millet for dinner.

A lot of people I am training with choose not to do the things I have been doing, but I figure the only way to find out what the people really need is by not being afraid to be a part of their lives and experience their traditions. Plus it makes a good story, and isn’t the saying “Whoever dies with the best stories wins”?

I got your letters #6 and St. Patty’s Day, but I haven’t gotten 3, 4 or 5 yet. Now that Air Afrique is off strike it should be clearing up. Then again, you learn not to count on anything here.

I got a letter from Matt saying he wanted to come visit, which is awesome. I wonder if he could bring me a lightweight 1-2 person tent, sneakers and some protein powder shakes? My body is eating itself - I am down to 160 pounds. That seems to be the norm for the men in my training - everyone has lost at least 10 pounds, but the girls aren’t losing anything. It’s funny seeing what happens when you eat pretty much all carbs and starches.

Back to Matt visiting. Could you give him a call and tell him the following:
  • I would love to have him and his friend come visit in June.
  • Call the State Department and find out what immunizations are needed. Definitely take Malaria pills.
  • In Niger, wear pants, preferably lightweight, no camouflage. T-shirts are fine. It will be 120º minimum by June.
  • No trains, no English spoken, although many people in Niamey speak French. I wouldn’t try to rent any vehicles. People travel in Niger in “bush taxis” - vans that go from town to town. Bush taxis are kind of scary, but they are the only reliable sources of transportation in the country. They take more people than a Volkswagen at a circus, along with goats and chickens. And plan on breaking down at least once.
  • A little money goes a long way. I can show him a week of roughing it - food and lodging and transportation within Niger for about $10-15 bucks, no problem.
  • If you can help it, DO NOT fly Air Afrique - a day or 2 delay is to be expected. If he can’t get to Niamey by air, which he probably can’t directly from South Africa, fly into Burkina Faso (Ouagadougou) and they usually have a shuttle to Niamey. (Other options being possibly Ghana, Benin, Nigeria?) From there I can meet him in Niamey or I can give him my region and meet him in my regional capital at the PC hostel. Since I don’t trust the mail, tell him to send me two separate letters with the itinerary of his trip to Niger, and whatever he wants to do, I will be there. Just give me a date and a place, and I will find him.
  • And last, BE PATIENT - you are visiting the poorest country in the world.

I hope all is well. I will hopefully call you before you get this.


P.S. I also need headphones for my walkman. And I heard that if you pack things in feminine product boxes the customs won’t check...


March 23, 2001




For all intents and purposes, training is over and we are preparing to move into our villages on April 1st. I just got back from a week long live-in in my village, Koré Hausa - it is the bomb!


Koré Hausa is about 1,000 k from Niamey on the eastern side of the country. I am in the south, about 30 k or so from Nigeria. There is a lot of deep sand out there, but there are also oasis areas with very high water tables, which allows for many trees and great dry season gardening.

I’ve sent pictures of my new house for the next two years. Notice it is much cleaner than anywhere I lived during college!

I hope everyone is doing absolutely wonderful back in the states. Love you all, and I will write to you soon.





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“I am in the process of completing a journal/book of my first month in the bush. To sum it up, the 1st month was exciting, boring, exhilarating yet frustrating. The time flew as much as it dragged, and I was relatively healthy. I have experienced so many things that I never even knew existed on this earth that it is difficult to explain in words....”
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