Monday, 19 October 2009

NEWSFLASH - photo update!

sooo, due to popular demand (!) am displaying herewith some photos of my experiences thus far. admirable absence of vanity i am sure you will agree. attempting to pull off native african prints, and then posting the pics online? yourself?! who does that!

anyway they say pics tell a thousand words an' all that. have (tried to, don't know if it's worked) include a couple of our house and my weekend trip to bogo, went to visit a couple of schools there. (and, equally as crucially, go drink red wine out of a carton... hello scrabble night!) like all good cameroonian women, we spent friday prepping a traditional dish called foulere. made of bitter green leaves, and not a lot else. still somehow managed to take us most of the day... picking the leaves, washing the leaves and then - most heartbreaking of all - boiling them down so that all your preparatory efforts shrink beyond recognition! something of a labour intensive dish. not much by way of fruit and veg here (i know - avoiding scurvy was the only thing i WASN'T worried about before embarking for africa!). somehow managed to wind up in the one region of cameroon which isn't able to grow much on account of the harsh dry climate. which makes it very poor. which is probably the very reason i did get sent here.

didn't think that through!

anyway, was glad to get to see some of the schools, needless to say seeing it myself was pretty different to reading/hearing about it. the smells, the dark, the cramped human life, difficult to convey these in words. i felt totally overwhelmed to be honest. seeing the life of a teacher out here, it's pretty hard to even conceive of. No books, no desks, no salary for the last six months, negligible training, just a dark room with a hundred odd pupils and a blackboard (not normally any chalk though.) without going into detail (and out of a desire not to get sued/booted out the country) the education system here can only be described as complicated. funds for education seem to get misdirected/lost along the way a lot. the english/french bilingualism doesn't help much either, administrative nightmare. from what i can gather, the english and french school systems are expected to co-exist perfectly harmoniously. ambitious to say the least!









Tuesday, 6 October 2009

marching days

Djam na!

Sorry to slip of the radar a while back there. But i don't even know who i'm apologising to...?

Blogs blow my mind!

Moved into a house at last which has been a useful step in helping me feel settled. It's entirely unfurnished; navigating dusty market stalls frantically negociating prices for colanders buckets bedsheets and the like, well it's twice as much fun as you might imagine let me tell you.

Climbed 'mount maroua' yesterday, pretty modest at 600 metres but in the perpetual 40 degree heat it felt epic enough to me. When we got to the top the local lads who accompanied us proclaimed 'ah, t'es fort comme les camerounais!' which i took to be high praise indeed. (for the record - i am far from it and the feted african art of balancing my life's possessions on my head continues to elude me.) felt so nice getting away from the chaos of the city (which n.b. just 3 weeks ago seemed sleepy and relaxed in itself! guess that's the inevitable reaction when comparing any city on earth with london!)

today is teacher's day which i got super excited about, principally because it provided the perfect pretext to don my first local dress. (note to self: your ONE promise of not returning home in possession of gawdy african prints - already broken. whoops!) In true african style, the event was marked with a special uniform and lots of street parades and marches (not to be confused with a walk... a matter of the utmost import!)

had a good giggle in the tailors getting our dresses made, the fitting and end result were met with trademark cameroonian whooping and delight. The local approach to clothes seems highly enlightened to me. Where we go to primark and end up a) wearing ill-fitting clothes, and b) all looking the same, the african approach of buying a fabric, taking it to a tailor, explaining exactly what you want them to do with it, it just seems so much more creative and sensible. Least of all at £2.50 a pop! I mean imagine when I actually learn the french for 'ruffled sleeves, slim fit, cocktail dress' etc and so on! Sky's the limit ay!

lots more to say but the heat is sapping me as per - i wilt!

clara