My time in Gambia is over... but before I close out my blog, for my friends in Gambia, my friends in America, my family, and myself, I want to reflect on Peace Corps, Gambia, my time here, and my memories.
As always I will do it mostly in pictures
Training
Here I learned how to use a Gambian toliet... |
Here I am dressed up in a pink traditional dress... I am now Momodou Ngum the Wolof speaking white man. |
The children of my family were kind, quite, and well behaved. This was different than any other family or group of kids that I met well in Gambia |
Moving to Manjai
It took some time, but after countless market trips and letters from America, I made a home for myself in a small three room house in the suburbs of the city. This was my fortress, my place of rest. On sundays I would not emerge until I had drank four cups of coffee, read a full book, done my meditation and yoga, and was fully recharged to take on Gambia for another week. |
I made friends with the neighbors, and through countless hours sitting, chatting, and listening I learned Wolof and was certified as an Advanced Wolof speaker at the end of my time in Gambia |
I also learned how to eat with my hand out of a comunal foodbowl. You only use your right hand though as the left is for the toilet... there is almost no toliet paper in Gambia. |
My Work at IRD
My assingment was intiially to help cashew farmers in rural villages process their own nuts and learn how to run and manage their own businesses. |
My Work at BEECause
I have already written much on my work with bees, but I would like to give a final wrap up to the most furfilling work I have ever found.
I in my final months did honey processing and marketing. During this time I was able to supply three of the nicest restaurants in Gambia with high quality honey, I was also able to arrange supply to one wholesale outlet to supply many of the hotels and shops in Gambia.
A brief tour of honey processing
Some of our honey crystalized, so before processing it we had to heat it up. |
Afterward we would pour it through a cloth and into a bucket to remove any excess dirt, wax, or pollen |
After the honey had drained through the cloth Dudu our expert honey bottler would pour the honey into half liter plastic jars and small glass jars. |
Honey in the Raw
This picture was taken during a village training in the heart of a Gambian forest. Another one of my accomplishments was training villagers all over Gambia about proper and sustainable colony managment and beekeeping. |
Personally, I overcame a fear of bees and became a competent beekeeper who was calm, patient, and had a good understanding of what was going on inside a hive. |
As my time neared a close, I became an advocate for sustainable beekeepign in Gambia. I spoke at Peace Corps swearing in ceremonies, the visit of the acting director of all of Peace Corps, the national television station GRTS, and to Peace Corps volunteers from every country in West Africa about proper beekeeping and honey harvesting technquie. Improving my public speaking ability, I gained confidence in all aspects of my leadership ability. |
The Final Weeks
My time in Gambia ended like a perfect dream. As my time neared to go I felt like I was partaking in a celebration of life. My grant, my honey sales, admission to the school of my dreams, and wonderful lifelong bonds I made to Gambians, Peace Corps Volunteers, and other volunteers doing incredible work from other countries gave me a free and light heart. I spent my final weeks frantically working to pass off all that I had done in hopes it would carry on after I had left. I feel I balanced myself and did a great job passing off work and also relaxing with long days by the beach and preperation to leave Gambia.
Coco Ocean, a five star resort that gives discounts to Peace Corps volunteers in search of a holiday |
Great view from the room! |
One of the sunsets in Gambia spent with Santi at Coco Ocean |
The Children of Gambia
The small ones would often fear the horrifying sight of white skin! |
they could always make me smile. |
The Women of Gambia
This was a great picture from Sam's visit. At the market there were so many colors and the women would sell all day usually only making a few cents in the process. |
Music of Gambia
A kora player at a concert near Banjul. |
Rainy Season
here's to mudwrestling in the rainy season. When almost 10 months of Gambia is bone dry hot and sunny... when it does rain you have to have some fun.
Trip to Cape Verde
After 8 months in Gambia I went to visit the islands off the coast of Senegal where I hiked volcanoes and relaxed with friends.
The path down the side of the volocano |
Even in Cape Verde I nurtured my coffee obsession while others get a beer. |
A beautiful time with friends in Cape Verde |
Politics...
This comemorates my first thanksgiving dinner cooked by myself while on lockdown during the presidential elections in Nov. 2011 |
Peanuts, fish, and poverty
Gambia survives off of peanuts, poor quality peanuts often consumed or sold for pennies on the export market as bird feed because of size, sanitation, and some sort of fungus or mold that grows on them. Sadly this keeps Gambia in extreme poverty as the culture is dead set on growing these poor quality peanuts to just barely get by... if there is a drought or poor rains, people go hungry in the villages for months |
A group of school children in Gambia. They learn a few basic phrases in english, but the education in the village is so poor that children and adults can really only ever say hello and introduce themselves in english. the city area is much better, but the education is a huge barrier to development in Gambia. Here's a shout out of applause to our Peace Corps Volunteers working in the education sector to improve this |
Young children searching through the trash |
Rams
Malik Ngum
Trip to Spain
What I will love and miss...
A small list of things left in Gambia
Taking artsy photos... esspecially of dogs |
and giant cows |
eating fresh honey in the comb and right out of the hive |
60-70 (way less than most volunteers) magoes consumed under a tree in the afternoon heat |
picking up, playing with, and annoying baby goats |
15 footballs I purchased, played with, and help destroy with the children |
some small children... when clean and not asking for mintys |
playing chess on the beach with my friend Micah |
eating fresh and exotic friut right off the tree |
seeing strange wildlife... for Gambia it was a few monkeys, crocodiles, and hippos |
the beautiful birds |
countless glasses of ataya shared with locals
green tea brewed and foamed with lots of sugar and mint... a time wasting activity that bonded you with the people |
my wonderful family in Mariama Kunda |
riding my bike all the time everywhere. this is my last bike, I destroyed three in my two years |
finding an excuse to dance everyday |
eating out of one foodbowl with friends and coworkers |
good friends |
Camps fires by the beach |
Gambians, especially Matar who was a great friend to me. |
Walks on the beach with Santi, as there were not enough of them |
Despite getting stung consistantly, beekeeping was a joy in my life and I hope it continues to be. Here is a picture of a queen, you can only see her abdomen as her helpers are covering her up. |
Matar and Brian at frisbee, on the old tractor that sits next to the field |
Goodbye to Gambia
So here is where I close. I have grown, I have loved, I have learned. A few weeks ago I went to work for the last time. Before I left I took a picture of the locally sewn beesuits hanging on the line, a great reminder of my last day, and of all the great times I had beekeeping.
A few days later, I moved out of my house....
my leaving day, i packed up donated just about everything a own to the people in my neighborhood |
After going to frisbee twice a week every week for 27 months, here I am at my last frisbee. |
I now say goodbye to Gambia, I would like to write a few final posts reflecting on my time in Gambia. That will come later once I have digested my time in Gambia better, this was a rememberance of the entire journey. I am happy to have shared it with those who have read my blog. I am currently in Germany on vacation prior to returning to America. I will return the end of April
In early January I learned that I had been accepting to Duke University to study environmental managment and business administration at the graduate level as part of a three year dual masters program. I will start this fall and in the meantime I will take my summer catching up with family and friends in Colorado.
I would like to leave this post with a poem by my good friend Remy who wrote this to remember our time in Gambia.
Remy's poem
I have no idea
where any of these people
are going . . .
Terminals then plane cabins,
seat belts, turbulence,
maybe a window seat?
Blaine reinventing invention!
The rock of the Turners!
Emily's rosy cheeks!
The waves and Regis abiding!
Hug of Xander!
The depth and knowledge in Mars!
Soup of tired Allshouse eyes!
The allusive and gentle Maureen!
Bearded, long, bald Seth!
The slow articulation of Scott-like perfection!
Calm and cool, concrete Lina!
The beast of kindness in Mike's reflection!
On foot, brash, up and down Travis!
Sided by smiles of Hilary!
And Abby skipping sweet in a dress! . . .
Where are you all going?
Now? Later?
Home, and work, maybe no . . .
Full or empty closets,
fridges and hearts,
lawn and car intentions,
leather-bound collections of wisdom,
speakers, screens, positions in chairs,
dogs, cats, children,
mothers around the block,
toast, coffee, history and rapture! . . .
Love the heartbeat
and have no shame
in your shadow-external.
Dreamy-self-defined- liberation
is a right.
As is your inalienable right
to self destruct and recreate.
Disrobe the layers of grey groupthink.
Cry! Cry! Cry! Cry!
For unity! . . .
Or is this a bit too much to ask?
You have bags and children
criss-crossed round your neck
Begging you to stay,
while you have terminals
to arrive and depart from . . .
But, Matt Tice,
what are you thinking
over your morning coffee
and new found love?
You stop and look out ---
a long stare ---
at the world
then closed your eyes,
and I followed, and
with ourselves
we shared the universe . . .
I opened them and you were gone
and my eyes drifted back
to all the holy people I've met,
and I see our futures:
Watches, wedding rings,
leather bags, rushing bodies,
soupy stares, fevers,
sweating, heartbeats,
humanity!
. . . But, first
the terminal.
We have to go on with these people,
to the skies and so forth,
which will continue to serve us
as we serve each other.
-December 13th, 2012. The Gambia.
May we spend our days in Peace ~Nu day endoo chi Jamma