The survey process begins!

 

Life has begun to get a whole lot busier here in Niger lately. For the past 3-4 months I have been working to build a baseline survey that our team can use with both people groups we work with. Kristi and I spent a bunch of time translating it into Fulfulde and Tamasheq then. Great for language study!

What's a baseline survey you ask? Well it is a survey we ask a large sample of people so we can find out their base level of development. We are asking questions about their overall health, deaths (causes), births (locations),  vaccination use, breastfeeding practices, sanitation facilities, distance to water, perception of the quality of the water they use, household goods they own, nutrition, education and a bunch of other things as well. There are 32 questions on the survey. With this information, we will be better equipped to see the problems and strengths of each area. It will help us to identify issues to target, health practices and overall areas that we can address through teaching, partnering with them, and sometimes to start our own projects where needed.

So what have I been up to? Well last week a great lady named Emily arrived on the scene to work with me for almost 6 weeks. She has a similar development degree as me, and this summer she was in Niger working with Samaritan's purse on a project. We really hit it off, and things ended up with the invite to return now to work with us for a short period! So Emily arrived and we spent the first week putting the survey into the final format, designing all the training for local surveyors we are working with, and getting all the kinks ironed out. Let me tell you, we had a lot of late nights trying to get it all finished! But so great to work across from her, tossing ideas back and forth and enjoying each other's company!

 

The scene of the crime. (my office is a little messy!)

 

Proof positive that a Mac and a PC can work together in perfect harmony!

 

Now this past Thursday and Friday we had a group of villagers come up from one of the Fulani villages we work with called Teppe. We are training them to administer the survey in their own village (approx 1000 people) and another neighboring village. We have worked with this group before as they are part of a development community that was formed at the village level that we partner with for training every week and projects. So not only is this continued training for them, but they are also passing on the blessing by being part of the team to help work in a neighboring village. They are not paid for their work, it is all part of the development process and we are proud of their excitement and dedication! The hard part of the last few days was the teaching itself. The women who came are illiterate (they will participate to listen to answers and help make things flow and make them culturally correct when just a woman is answering questions )and two of the three village men are very painfully slow readers. We did hire two additional people who are strong French/English/Fulfulde speakers who are helping facilitate and train and it has been a tremendous help. Each day it took us much longer to make it through the intended material than we had hoped.

Emily hard at work teaching a section

Yesterday we did some practice interviews in town with some locals who volunteered and we were proud to see how much progress they had made! The first few days in the village they will be working alongside one of our strong translators and sometimes with our teammate Kristi,  and after that we anticipate they will be strong enough to do it on their own!  We gave them homework to continue reading over the survey out loud 5 times a day this weekend and Monday we head to the village even earlier than planned to have a little more training time on site!

More of our wonderful trainees!

 

Monday to Thursday we are in the village of Teppe doing the surveys. We will get as many done as possible, but secretly (not much of a secret if I write it on the blog is it!) I am hoping for at least 60 individual families (representing roughly 360 people). Then we are back in town for a few days before heading back that direction for another 4 days of surveys with the Fulani people. After that-its the Tamasheq people's turn! (more on that later!). After all the initial surveys are done, we hope to have information from close to 1500 respondents!

Thank you for all your support. Thank you to Paul who is carrying the load at home, even helping with meals for the survey team, to free me up to throw my energy into the survey project. It was my brainchild to do this project and I am so excited how the team is working on it, and by the great information this will give us to help us focus our future works, and to give the results back to the people to help them analyze and prioritize their own goals!

This picture made me think of my sister in law who loves necklaces. Michelle - you think YOU like bling :) Check all this out! The ladies were beautiful and head to toe in bling!

 

I am sure I will have new stories and pictures when we get back from the village - so wish me luck, pray for our health and also for the success of our little (not so little!) project!!

 

See you next week!

 

Chantelle

When the unexpected occurs...

These last two days were nothing I would have ever planned. In fact, knowing myself well, I would have said “Wow – that is a recipe for burnout!” And yet, emerging from two and going into a probable third, I would not trade it. Not necessarily replicate it every week, but not replace it either!

On Tuesday morning, my night guard Ismaguil woke up from his night off in his own hut. He has a wife, 4 children (Ages 18 months to 7) and his two brothers, all who live together in a straw hut. They live in the inside courtyard of a cement house. The owner of the house allows them to live there, which provides them with privacy and a certain amount of security, in exchange for keeping on eye on the house. No one currently lives in the house, and it is locked up tight with a vehicle in the courtyard as well. So their straw hut takes up all the space between the cement wall of the house and the cement of the courtyard wall. While some of the family still slept, Ismaguil got dressed and headed down the street to do errands. He was about ½ kilometer away, almost at the paved road, when he got a call on his cellphone. What he heard set the course for our days to come.

“Ismaguil – your house is on fire!!”

Having left there only 20 or so minutes before he found this hard to believe and yet picked up the bottom of his robes and ran as fast as he could back to their courtyard. What he saw was devastating. In less than 10 minutes, their hut and all of his belongings had burnt done to nothing but cinders. However, his heart leapt to see all of his family safe and outside the courtyard walls. Thankfully not all had been sleeping and everyone got out before the hut went up in flames. The fireman were called, but did not respond, which is about par for the course when they hear it’s a “hut fire”. Because the hut is made with wooden posts and dry straw mats, it incinerated faster than you could imagine. With the exception of the cooking bowls, pots and dishes (which were in another part of their yard) they lost EVERYTHING they own. The heat from the fire also melted the front end of the owner’s car which was parked next to it.

Shortly after I got the phone call from Ismaguil (on Paul’s cellphone) that the “patron” (Paul) had to come quick – there had been a fire. Paul dropped everything and jumped in the truck and took off. Sure enough, when he arrived, this was all that was left.

What happened? Above Ismaguil's house runs a central power line on poles. This line was old and cracked and broke in two pieces. One side fell right onto Ismaguil’s hut, shorting out and bursting the hut into flames in seconds.

So the representatives came for both the house owner and the power company. Keep in mind we aren’t really living in a place where “the rights of all men” is applied equally. We are thankful that the owner of the property is fighting on behalf of Ismaguil and it sounds like he will be reimbursed for all they lost. The immediate needs of his family were still unmet however. Paul gathered up the family and brought them to our house, leaving Ismaguil behind to deal with details,etc. So we received his wife, 4 children and two brothers at our house around noon. We are thankful to have a large covered terrace at the front of our house. We borrowed a few foam mattresses from the team guest house, put out our straw mats, filled a large bucket with water and did our best to give them a peaceful place to process what they had been through. The children instantly went at the buckets of toys and our own children did a wonderful job of sharing their buckets, trucks and bikes. My household Rebecca had already left for the day, but my language tutor Kutana was still outside. He is a knowledgeable young guy who is also a good cook, so I recruited him to help me make a big batch of sauce (tomatoes,onions, hot peppers, tomato paste, spices, oil,etc ) all in a big pot while I made rice and gathered dishes. Including our family, we fed 14 people for lunch, and 16 for supper that day.

One thing we wanted to be very aware of was that we didn’t want to impinge the role of the community in how they would normally react to a crisis like this. We retained an open gate policy through the day and night where people would come and pay their respects to the family, and often slip them a little bit of money to help with what they lost. The Tamasheq community group we work with pooled some funds to go out and buy several pairs of clothing for all the children and we pitched in to get some blankets.

Tamasheq friends dropping of bags of clothing

We wanted to learn the ways that the culture responds and not take over, but watch and try to fit in the gaps to some extent. That evening, Bennett brought out his little DVD machine and all together they watched Dr Seuss for an hour while we made the supper.

Eating in the evening with some of the people

After that, the kids went to sleep and the adults built a fire in the middle of our courtyard. Kutana is also an excellent guitarist and I brought out my guitar and we enjoyed 90 minutes or so of music, clapping, singing and even a little dancing.

I am quite the novice guitar player, but I told them they had to hear at least one song of our style of music, so I played Matt Redman’s “Blessed be your name” and Paul sang with me. Much to their (polite because I'm not good) enjoyment! Then we wrapped a tarp around some of the open walls and they all settled in for a good sleep.

This morning we enjoyed bread and oranges for breakfast and the men went off to the yard to clean up all the debris, talk with the owner and start to dig the holes for new posts and walls. I had class for 3 hours with Kutana, but for the first hour and a half I made traditional Tamasheq tea. Yup, ME!

We had talked about doing that one class, and today was a great opportunity to do just that! We bought tea and sugar and sat outside together around the mat. I was the one in front of the tea set and I added the tea and water, adjusted the coals, learned to judge when it was ready, poured back and forth the tea from cup to teapot in high streams off the ground to mix well the tea and sugar and water and to make the coveted froth in the cup along with the tea. I didn’t even spill much!

And as I worked, I learned. I learned how to say all the actions in Tamasheq, the required verbs for pouring, adding, etc. The names of each item required to make tea. How to offer, how to describe the taste, etc. Three times we repeated to process, since traditional tea is a series of three glasses for everyone. The first being strong like life, the second (I cant remember what they compare it to-but its a little sweeter and mild) and the third soft and sweet like love. Each time I would hear the words, enter into conversation, repeat the phrases of what I was doing and hearing, and serving tea! I was quite the sight apparently and many stopped by to greet us.

After tea I went into the classroom and we wrote down all the key words so I could re-read and memorize them. That’s they key for me, who is a visual learner – I hear, I try , I repeat and then I need to see it written down. It was a great day for tea!

Now it is getting close to supper and I have a great meal of rice, lentils and a pimento sauce all ready on the stove for when the men return and we all eat together one more night on our patio. This afternoon they have been working hard getting all the walls up at their new hut and tomorrow it will be done and they will go back home. All afternoon the children having been having fun together, playing in the sand, using chalk to write on the walls, etc.

So tonight I will sit on the mats some more next to his wife and talk stiltedly. But I can communicate! What a joy to at least make some progress and get my point across and laugh together. Who cares that I used the word “bum” instead of “cushion” today. Who makes them so close in sound anyhow here! hah. They will sleep safely here again tonight and start the process of rebuilding their lives.

Interestingly enough, one of the most important things they lost is their paperwork. That is the one thing they kept talking about. Can you imagine losing every piece of paperwork you have about your identity? Health records, birth records, death records, social insurance cards, employment cards, bank info (ok-they have no banks-that’s just you). They lose their ability to participate in programs, etc and apparently this is not easy to replace or cheap. Hopefully this will be covered by the power company as well. I spoke about this with a friend though. In our culture we mourn the loss of sentimental things in a time like this. We mourn photographs and albums, special jewelry, gifts from loved ones, etc. They mourn identity.

While they rebuild we will continue to help and support them, albeit carefully to make sure we never take over the role of their community and families and the power company who was at fault. To give you an idea of the scope, here are some of the things that were lost

• all the clothes of every member of the family except what they had on their backs.
• all of the mattresses and blankets
• all of their family identity papers and health records
• all of their medications and food stores
• tables and other little pieces of furniture
• any toys they had for the kids

And yet they are so grateful no one was hurt, and that they will “rise from the ashes” and move on with life. Just another bump right?

Many of you who saw my update about this on facebook have asked how you could help. Thank you so much. We are thankful that we have a healthy “Work Special” Account that allows us to immediately respond to crisis here. Thank you for those who support that fund and the Global Advance Fund which keeps us here. In fact, what we are trying to provide costs very little except for the blankets and food we have bought. As we see little needs over the next while I am sure we will help some of those too. The youngest boy has really bad and painful eczema and we just had a tub of “Georges cream” sent out from Canada to help treat and heal that. We applied it twice before it was lost in the fire. Anyone want to mail a new tub?

And you can't put a price on emotional support and care anyhow. You are partnering with us to allow us to be here in Niger, and it is times like this where we see can live purpose in loving these people, and praying with them and for them. The Tamasheq people have a great saying for the way they live and work together “Nous sommes ensemble” (Yes that’s french-not Tamasheq!). It means “We are together”. That is what we are doing here, being together as part of their lives, in the good and the bad, hopefully making the bad a little better, and bringing HOPE.

So tonight we will sit around together again, speaking a mix of french and Tamasheq and telling stories and relaxing. I am really racking up the hours of language study! Tomorrow they will go on with their lives, but now we know them better. I feel more comfortable to drop in on them at their hut, sit and visit, and enter into their lives in a meaningful way. I hope they know that we didn’t just open our house, but our hearts, and they are always welcome here.

In my weakness I have been made strong...

Chantelle

Lambutan-nanar

Lambutan nanar means "our garden" in Tamasheq (actually garden-ours).

SO what have we been up to lately? A few things. One of the major projects that has been taking our time both for research and implementation is that of a community garden in front of our house. We got permission from the mayors office to use some of the empty space between our wall and the road (about 25 feet by 35 feet square) to make an enclosed garden space. Here are our ideas and goals

• We want to do a trial run size of a community garden where people have to work together and get to eat the fruits of their labour
• We want to improve their nutrition by introducing more vegetables into people who eat mostly rice and millet with weak sauces. Adding tomatoes, herbs, carrots, cabbage and onions can improve their health and diet and hopefully they will like the variety!
• We want to try several ways of watering. We made mound indents around some plants to capture water to the roots while only losing minimal amounts elsewhere, we are also planning to implement a drop irrigation system in the next few weeks in one part of the garden to test it out.
• Hopefully while we are teaching, this can inspire them on low-cost, low technology ways to start their own small gardens where they live, thus improving the nutrition of their whole family in a long-term and sustainable fashion.

Problems and hurdles we might encounter

• From what others have told us, the nationals are not a fan of drip irrigation systems. They think if you can't see the wet ground, it is too dry and won't work. The part of educating them on wet roots, dry top might be a tough battle.
• We have 4 or 5 users who want to be a part of the garden project so far, and they come from 3 different tribal groups. This can create its own hierarchy, stress and cultural head-butting
• We are late in the season to plant - but we think that's not a problem since we have enough water and the season is stable for months to come. We are determined to prove them wrong in this!
• Theft from others, especially during the night. We built a substantial fence, but poverty and hunger are strong forces
• Giving away. hard to get a handle on this one. One guard asked what he should do if we had good food growing and people came up and asked for it. For us it would seem easy I guess in our culture to say No , but they live in community and you always give to the one who has greater need. They would have a hard time ever saying no and thus the veggies would dwindle fast and they wouldn't benefit as much if they were spread over many people.
• Division of labour/reward. Again, this is a hard one where our culture and theirs see differently. We understand justice in a different light. We think that he who does the most work should benefit the most. We think he who plants, waters and works hard should gain according to that work. If someone else rarely comes, never waters and lounges around, why should they get the most? Their culture is based on need and community and likely they will share equally or just give it away. Do we even want to change this? How do we make sure the benefit goes to the intended people and not spread out (and thus diffusing any real impact) to everyone and their goat.

So that is the garden project. Thank you for those of you who sponsor our work. We hope it is projects like these that will teach and improve the health of the people we work with. And if this project goes well, we might see it in a larger scale in a village next year! And as an update on our own garden behind the house- we have homegrown tomatoes and homegrown sweet potatoes tonight at supper!

Here is Bennett helping me plant tomatoes!

New Years Day

On New Years Day we had a wonderful town going to the big sand dunes out of town with our good friends the 5 Nomads.

Scenery at the Dunes

We had a wonderful time playing in the thick sand. The kids went to the top of the dunes and tried to sled down! The soft sand traps the sled with the weight of an adult, but our friend's teen's had more luck! The climb back up the dune is REALLY steep and poor Bennett and his little legs couldn't make it without me half carrying him. A good workout for us both! Arielle chose to stay at base camp and blow bubbles with her little friend instead.

Then we started a fire under a little tree (in its shade - not actually setting the tree on fire!) and had a good old fashioned cookout with chicken hot dogs, potato salad, chips,etc.) The sun went down around us for some gorgeous photos and we chatted away.

Beth was such a good sport. Who else would be a new friend and let me take pictures of their face close up from 10 inches away? The is my eyebrow model ;) While we were talking I noticed I was getting cool reflections through her sunglasses so I asked her not to move and started snapping away while we talked. Here is the result Beth !

When it was good and Dark the 5 Nomads set off a few bottle rocket fire crackers into the night sky around us and we packed up.

When we left, we took the dry riverbed route out , and in some parts the sand was REALLY deep. Our friends, who drive a Toyota Hilux, got stuck three times. (Check out below how deep the sand was at times, swallowing half the tires!

We backed in and pulled them out and to harder ground every time without getting stuck ourselves. The African guide with us was duly impressed with our vehicle and said -That's not a truck-that's an Elephant! Meaning nothing can stop us! I didn't get any actual photos of us pulling them out. It was dark and I was too busy helping push their truck.

While we were out there I set up my Panoramic tripod head and took series of shots in different light. Here is my handsome technie/roadie setting up the gear.

Me in action (while Paul has my small camera).

One of the final results in a series. (8 separate photos to make this one). Sorry you can't really get the effect here on a blog. In reality it is 10 feet long full size :)

A stinky situation:

We had some major repairs to do to our septic tanks outside our house. They had been poorly built originally (less than a year ago) and were crumbling in. Not a good feeling when you wonder if your truck (they are under the driveway of sand) is going to fall into your septic tank! We did major excavation (all by hand of course!) and rebuilt the tops of 4 tanks. Smelly work!

Well, that's all for now. Maybe next time I'll let you in on the latest in the fight to learn Tamasheq! Take care!