18 April 2009

S-Cay is a can kid

Can kids are what we call the little boys that beg with big old tomato paste cans.  However it isn't begging in the American tradition.  They are begging to pay an imam for the cost of their Islamic education, and actually it is part of the religion to give money to those children.  I, however, am not a Muslim and have no desire to contribute monetarily to the propagation of Islam.  This is unfortunately a concept too complicated to explain to swarming children in a market situation.

Anyway, I am calling myself a can kid because I am begging for food and letters to support my cross-cultural education.  :)  Aren't I sneaky?

To those who are curious and kind, you can always send me:

*Nuts—my favorites are walnuts, pecans, almonds, and honey roasted peanuts, but I'm always interested in broadening my horizons
*Dried fruit—I don't really care for dried pineapples or bananas, but I LOVE dried cherries, cranberries, Trader Joe's berry medley, golden raisins, peaches, apricots, and mangoes
*Granola bars—in my opinion, Nature Valley makes the best ones.  Although Nutrigrain and Quaker Oats are tasty too.
*Gum/mints—any kind, as long as it's wrapped in some sort of foil or paper and not plastic, which is impossible to get rid of here and blows about the countryside.
*Pens—let me lay all suspicions to rest: I love to write.  I write every day.  I keep a diary and several journals of varying types, as well as the numerous letters I send.  As a lady particular about her inks, I am desperate in this country that is completely sans decent pens.  They all bleed and blob and are depressing to write with.  I like rollerball pens that don't bleed through a page best.
*Lotion—this may seem vain but in fact it is a health issue.  My skin is my first line of defense against infection, and in a dry climate like this one, especially now in the hot season, it needs daily care.  Local products are not trustworthy (these are people that put antifreeze in toothpaste).
*Cereal—any flavored Cheerios or Quaker Toasted Oat Squares.  Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Kix, Peanut Butter Captain Crunch.  I am drooling just listing these.
*Chips and Chex Mix
*Candy—One cannot go wrong with M&Ms.  There is NO chocolate here and the candy shell keeps it from melting too much.  And I would eat them anyway.  Peanut, dark, almond, and peanut butter are my favorites.  Plus Skittles and Starbursts.
*Bisquick (the pancake mix)
*Yoga Journal (magazine)
*Emergen-C—a fizzy dissolvable vitamin supplement that former college students might remember.  I use it on days that I don't get enough vitamins/minerals.  Which is oftener than I would like.  Hence the asking.

As ever, all my love for being who you are, and all my thanks for remembering me.

03 April 2009

Sore Endurance

Well, I spent a couple days in the Western World (Dakar, Senegal has become America for me) and remembered many things I had forgotten.  Some problems that are still waiting for me back in the States, and others that now confuse me with their irrelevance.  Just the regular growth pains, I suppose.  But I do wonder what will happen to me when I return.  Will I be difficult to live with?  What will I have to deal with as far as the economy and finding employment?

I've been thinking lately about what sort of life I want to have.  These things, after all, for most people, do not just happen, no matter what fairy tale endings Sleeping Beauty and Snow White get.  Between frustrations with the dense government bureaucracy I am forced to interact with and the purely physical difficulty of surviving in a malnourished country, I want to plan and act for my future, so that I am not planned for or acted on.

Other than that, I am living on letters and packages from friends and family, my lifeline that lets me know I am not forgotten and I am not unloved.  I am starting to work on a project proposal, what will be the biggest work of my service (at least according to some standards).  When it's been approved by my boss and my boss' boss, I'll let you know.  Until then I'm going to be cagey and secretive.  :)

I'm doing well.  Life is hard, but every day I try to manage it better.  It helps to know you still care.  I may be alone in my village, but I am not alone in this world.  I love you.