tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91410548932706395452024-03-04T23:32:39.173-08:00Wake Up, Good Morning: This is Africa Callingune rêve TogolaiseMeghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-76000482838355945352011-12-20T00:22:00.000-08:002011-12-20T00:22:59.383-08:00Houston Celebrity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And it all comes round full circle...<br />
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See you all stateside this Thursday!</div>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-22993096526186658672011-11-09T01:19:00.000-08:002011-11-09T02:25:53.858-08:00Au Revoir Togo!<div>Goodbyes in Togo are always complimented by fêtes. My last month in Togo was full of bittersweet moments with friends, colleagues and respected elders to celebrate the end of my service in Togo, say last words of wisdom and face the reality that Togo is really far away from home. Here are just a few of the many ceremonies and celebrations: <!--EndFragment--></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRkNH96ECbU5nISt7ZidbnwBGFIUNdCSsyZ1HXWa5PNGr7gvrJ5ncAt5SAQEuXCBn6TtvGTAFUCKOXPuRu5yX5iE3W836K6iIJrQKY9Q7HRb0jitP5bXYvt3JERz7scfp29leK9duLEt_/s1600/IMG_9595.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRkNH96ECbU5nISt7ZidbnwBGFIUNdCSsyZ1HXWa5PNGr7gvrJ5ncAt5SAQEuXCBn6TtvGTAFUCKOXPuRu5yX5iE3W836K6iIJrQKY9Q7HRb0jitP5bXYvt3JERz7scfp29leK9duLEt_/s320/IMG_9595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672934037577353282" /></a>The last session with my seamstress apprentices that I'd worked with for the last two years. I taught them how to make popcorn and we ate and laughed. The hardest part was at the end when the director the center told me that I needed to lecture them about prostitution because he had driven by the center at night and seen the girls on the road. <div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdCEre3aW3OFGnt0nVfLnUITzBd4hN7VdNqLYg1sFE9c9a8XonvcdPq4iygjGInMNfYjdTuOmgV3fptKS42qfzPg5cAzORqv7nlF04jaE1M_392xtDsO7gmWPObAHrPj9lkQkMOehnypj/s1600/IMG_9568.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdCEre3aW3OFGnt0nVfLnUITzBd4hN7VdNqLYg1sFE9c9a8XonvcdPq4iygjGInMNfYjdTuOmgV3fptKS42qfzPg5cAzORqv7nlF04jaE1M_392xtDsO7gmWPObAHrPj9lkQkMOehnypj/s320/IMG_9568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672934025668271426" /></a>The chief of Sotouboua thanked me for my service to his town. He bought a bucket full of tchouk (local beer) for us to drink together. He then performed a ceremony where he poured water on the ground to symbolically open up the path for me as I went on to my future endeavors. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJrSAVtaMSwjFhbFsw2fUsoA8U-GNU7HhLnhvkj6t-x5fyUqZuFTlrYKP6oboIaAWKpYx2XZVz1S68GsGz7bnXm9pDLYTBJ4ZQc9hvbq3CERP6zA6nUD4QBtmQMsV-iEzbQewBKHDXmmd/s1600/IMG_9546.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJrSAVtaMSwjFhbFsw2fUsoA8U-GNU7HhLnhvkj6t-x5fyUqZuFTlrYKP6oboIaAWKpYx2XZVz1S68GsGz7bnXm9pDLYTBJ4ZQc9hvbq3CERP6zA6nUD4QBtmQMsV-iEzbQewBKHDXmmd/s320/IMG_9546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672934015948681778" /></a>A friend that I worked with at the mayor's office, Naka (middle), invited me to dinner of fufu (pounded yams) which she prepared with her mom and grandma. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFQUZTQjzAdiN5c9KzKE217UcIxnmxoSc0qLmw6PlkEx0o550F5XdFF0IJAVY6VoVmuEBT17R29MpkuyD2TusXAluYjmoHKWJeXyAG-y4OgEzVy_o_MCtoZHy9UqphM_OLmkLHTIRZCCC0/s1600/IMG_9665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFQUZTQjzAdiN5c9KzKE217UcIxnmxoSc0qLmw6PlkEx0o550F5XdFF0IJAVY6VoVmuEBT17R29MpkuyD2TusXAluYjmoHKWJeXyAG-y4OgEzVy_o_MCtoZHy9UqphM_OLmkLHTIRZCCC0/s320/IMG_9665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672934051139450850" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="FR">The last night with my host family my host sisters showed me how to prepare pâte (corn mush) with fish and okra sauce for the last time. The littlest daughter dressed me up in chic African clothes like I was a mannequin and took pictures of me.</span></p></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_8tiO8ZnYlVZVrtZD34DYYdpBoUwPALt1mtT1zrehi16febEcCLTbqtAx8gAMv1yMeowRzKRVbrvbaPqcwzSKCc96S0_Uh__u6Yr67dsj6uLYd2JqVMjHZSckXB2bv3hSjCvfH9vHYWd/s1600/IMG_9711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_8tiO8ZnYlVZVrtZD34DYYdpBoUwPALt1mtT1zrehi16febEcCLTbqtAx8gAMv1yMeowRzKRVbrvbaPqcwzSKCc96S0_Uh__u6Yr67dsj6uLYd2JqVMjHZSckXB2bv3hSjCvfH9vHYWd/s320/IMG_9711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672934067890121122" /></a><br /></div><div>In Jonathan's village, his fish-farming group caught a bunch of tilapia that Jonathan helped them raise so that we could taste the delicacy one last time in a surprise party the morning of his depart. The party was orchestrated by Ahonsu (left), Jonathan's counterpart who is the sweetest and most dedicated man I met in Togo.</div>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-91547297787142772252011-09-27T03:01:00.000-07:002011-09-27T03:04:59.244-07:00The Habits I will have to unlearnImagine this:<br />I wake up late on a Monday for my normal American 9-5 job because I failed to be jolted awake at five a.m. from a mill grinding soybeans outside my window. I throw on some clothes I wore yesterday and don’t worry about taking a shower or even looking in the mirror. I run out to my bus stop and wait for the bus to arrive, and I wave it down. I ask the driver the price to get to my destination. <br />“$1.50 ma’am” he replies.<br />“What? That’s too much!” I insist. “Pardon!” I say clapping the backs of my hands together in the style of a beggar. “I want the real price, not the ‘white person price’”, I argue.<br />He stays firm with his original price, not willing to bargain, and I relent and get on the bus. I announce “good morning” to all of the passengers on the bus. I sit uncomfortably close to the person next to me and nod off, falling asleep on her shoulder. I jolt awake and see a bagel shop I’d like to stop at before I go to work. <br />“Driver, I’m getting off here,” I yell to the front of the bus. He ignores me, so I get off at the next stop. Before getting off the bus, I wish all the passengers a good journey. When I arrive at the bagel shop I walk up the counter to give my order. But before ordering my poppy seed bagel with plain cream cheese and a tall boy to boot, I ask the lady at the counter a few nice questions-<br />“How did you sleep?”<br />“How is your family?”<br />“How is your work?”<br />“How is your health?”<br />I am surprised by her abrupt answers and eagerness to get my order and move on to the next customer. I go to the next counter to pay. There’s a basket of bananas by the checkout counter. I pick one up and ask the cashier, “Present?” thinking that after spending so much money at his establishment I deserved a little something extra. <br />I go to sit down and eat, but before I bite into my bagel I announce to the room full of strangers, just to be nice, “Let’s eat!” offering everyone the opportunity to join in to eat my breakfast with me. I spot a toddler in the table next to me with his mom and I pick him up and put him in my lap and start playing with him. I give him a piece of candy from my bag and then give him back to his mom.<br />“Good Morning, I like your earrings”, I say. “You must give them to me.” <br />When I’m done eating, I leave the bagel shop and I spot a co-worker across the street. I hiss loudly at her, to get her attention and call her over. She comes to meet me and we start walking towards work together. She reveals a bottle of moonshine she had made over the weekend and suggests we go to the park and sit under a tree and drink a bit. I agree and we have a few shots- for the health. The conversation varies between talking about how fat each other has gotten to how much we paid for everything we’re wearing. I tell her I want to go to her house tonight for her to make me dinner. Then it starts to rain. We certainly couldn’t walk to work in the rain, so we stay under the tree a little longer, drinking a bit more, till it lets up. <br />Finally, when the rain stops we decide to head to work. I arrive to a very disgruntled boss and five people waiting for me to start a meeting we had scheduled the week before. <br />“Why are you late?” he asks.<br />I look at the clock on the wall; my cell was broken so I didn’t know the time. I realize it’s an hour and a half past the time I was supposed to arrive at work. I just shrug at my boss and pull out my million-dollar excuse, which works like a charm.<br />“C’est temps Africain”Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-83591048714783170622011-07-05T12:02:00.000-07:002011-07-05T12:12:40.398-07:00Togo in Three HikesSpending time and exercising in the disorderly wilderness keeps me sane, and I’ve always sought out ways to escape civilization and de-stress in nature. My life in Togo is no exception and I’ve spent many hours exploring what’s left of the wilderness here. Recent estimates say that only about 13% of the coastal rainforest in West Africa remains, and most of that is on protected lands outside of Togo. This devastation is apparent as one hikes through what used to be rainforest and is now farmland, dotted with several 500 year-old trees awaiting their death sentence, to be made into a couch or bed and several bird species vying for survival. Yet some of the beauty and certainly my sense of adventure remain and what I’ve discovered through my recent rambling is priceless. <br /><br />Summitting Mt. Agou<br />There’s no better position to be in Togo than on top of it all, that is, on top of Mt. Agou at 986m. It’s higher than the highest point in Ghana or Benin. Although the base of Mt. Agou is one of the most touristy areas in Togo, that is one of the only places Westerners care to venture outside of Lomé, there is no infrastructure set up to climb the mountain. It’s only a day hike, but guides are necessary because the trail leads many directions, through people’s houses, church yards, avocado groves and rocky terraces. We went to a bar where the owner found us two unemployed men to guide us up the mountain. They seemed nice enough, until half-way up the mountain they told us we’d have to pay them more than most Togolese made in one month for the 3 hour hike. Like any seasoned Peace Corps volunteer would, we told them that must be a joke, and they proceeded to lead us up the mountain like we were in boot camp. We didn’t let this ruin the spectacular views. From the ridges, you could see the topography of most of the Western Plateau region of Togo. We passed through two small villages with electricity (!) where fifty year old ladies ran up and down the trails with hundred pound avocado sacks on their heads. The houses were terraced into the mountains, and unlike most modest dwellings in Togo, were landscaped with an array of flowers from lilies to hibiscus. About a mile up the trail a large cement church was being built for all the mountain dwellers. When we were about spent we reached a paved road that had a small market on it and a lady sold us ice-cold bissap (hibiscus juice), which gave us the rush needed to get to the summit. When we reached the summit, a policeman who requested either a ticket from the local authorities or a bribe that he could pocket on the spot stopped us at a gate. Past the gate were a few satellites and a cement marker by the French, which declared the highest point in Togo and then at a more elevated point, a cement marker by the Germans declaring the highest point in Togo. We kept our money and skipped the colonial monuments in exchange for more time with views from the treetops. <br /><br />Mermaid Hunt<br />A friend invited me to her village in the mountains the border Ghana in the southwestern Centrale Region of Togo with the goal of uncovering a mermaid in a wading pool nearby. I have always been fascinated with mermaids, having spent countless hours daydreaming and staring at the ocean as a beach lifeguard in Galveston, Texas. I’ve always joked (or secretly wished) that I’d like to become a mermaid one day, so the prospect of seeing one was an offer I couldn’t pass by. We were lead down a forested stream by our Togolese friends serving as our guides who explained to us that the French had come here many years ago and captured the merman who used to live with his wife, the mermaid in the wading pool. They brought the merman back to France to put him on display at a museum, and now the mermaid remains alone in Togo. Leave it to the French to steal the merman, mind you, this is one of the nicer things I’ve heard people accuse the French of. We continued along the winding stream, balancing across logs to pass from one side to the next on our quest to discover the siren. Through the verdant green foliage we walked until we finally reached a clearing where the stream diverged into many directions, disrupted by a grand outcropping. Just below, the mermaid lives. We bushwhacked down a hill to her tranquil wading pool and watched the water in silent anticipation. After several minutes, our Togolese friend asked if we really were expecting to see the mermaid? Of course, why would we have come to her pool? He seemed exasperated that we didn’t understand that seeing the mermaid involves a 48-hour ceremony initiated by the village spiritual leader to coax her from her warm waters. Of course. After the French debacle, foreigners don’t have such a good track record around here therefore the Togolese mermaid will probably ever remain legend to us. <br /><br />The MAP Walk<br />One of Peace Corps/Togo’s main programs is called “Men as Partners” (MAP), which promotes healthy living and healthy relationships for men and their families with the goal of bringing about gender equity and better family relations. With this objective in mind, we set out, four idealistic Peace Corps volunteers and one enthusiastic MAP trained Togolese homologue to spread the good word of MAP to small villages in mountains of the western Plateaux region of Togo. Peace Corps rarely puts volunteers in places that cars can’t access and cell phones don’t work so our audience would be villages who rarely, if ever, see Westerners. As we hiked about 5k up the steep plateau to a village inaccessible by anything with wheels we ran into several isolated homes in the middle of the woods. We were barraged by gifts, consisting of bananas, avocadoes and manioc, by the mountain people who were honored that we chose to walk a path that ran next to their homes. We were offered palm wine, distilled palm wine (sodabi), tchouk (local millet beer) and boxed wine. We ate and ate and drank and drank. Those with the least to give are the most generous, though there is no shortage of fruit and palm trees in those mountains. At our destination village, our audience consisted of a schoolroom filled with men and women of various ages including the village chief who had set up the event. We challenged our audience to examine their ideas and attitudes about gender. “Should the woman cook all the meals and clean the house or should the husband share the work?” we asked. We were a force to reckon with, a Togolese man championing men caring for their daughters, an tall, an American male volunteer dressed like a Togolese chief, and three female girl’s empowerment and education volunteers passionate about leading girls to a brighter future and armed with French vocabulary to describe anything from the reproductive system to women’s rights. Women in the room stood up and shamelessly expressed themselves in front of men, perhaps for the first time. Some men seemed to get the picture, while others seemed too drunk to know where they were. They would have had us stay all day but we were kicked out of the classroom when the children returned for school after their lunch break. The villagers were starving for knowledge and asked us to come back to talk more about health. They seemed so far away from the modern world up on that mountain. We staggered down the mountain and called it a day well spent. <br /><br />“You pass through places and places pass through you but you carry them with you on the soles of your travelin’ shoes”<br />- Be Good TanyasMeghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-21095115198297978062011-01-26T13:36:00.000-08:002011-01-26T13:39:34.551-08:00Dead AnimalsDid you know that if you grind a horse’s skull into a powder and eat it with honey you’ll be better at sports? Neither did I, until I visited the Fetish Market in the capitol of Togo, Lome, where voodoo priests set up shop to lure tourists and those disenchanted with Western medicine to buy dead animals. <br />I’ve had to examine my own beliefs towards animals since joining Peace Corps, namely- which animals are worthy to die, worthy to eat and worthy to live? When I came back to Togo from my sejour in America, many insects and spiders took up residence in my home. I get an uncanny amount of pleasure out of watching a hornet writhe after I spray it with insecticide. I almost rented a room in a hotel for the night after finding a giant scorpion lurking behind my bookshelf and one in my laundry basket. And while I’ve been lucky enough not to have mice in my house, I’ve spent many a night in other volunteers houses kept awake by the antics of the nocturnal rodents. One time, I grabbed a stirring spoon out of a cabinet of another volunteer’s house, and found that my fingers were enveloped in something furry- a rotting mouse corpse.<br />But what disturbs me most is the eating of intelligent animals that many consider family members. In the past week, I’ve been offered to eat a sauce which included a meat which the server themselves couldn’t, or wouldn’t, identify. It was just some animal they killed when walking around in the bush. It was possible to politely avoid eating to the meat, but it would have been very disrespectful for me to turn down eating the sauce. I diverted my eyes as my friend gnawed at the ribs.<br />At the Fetish Market in Lome, the guide swears that all the dried up animals- ranging from monkeys to chameleons- were killed by natural causes and brought in by innocent farmers looking to make a little extra money. Fat chance. The love for eating exotic animals is universal, not a barbaric practice only found in certain corners of the world. When given the opportunity to try dog meat, many of my volunteer friends accept. My rule is, if it’s endangered or once had a name, don’t eat it. I will admit I once tasted a bite of giant bush rat, agoutille, but at night I lock my dog, Tchouk, in the house for fear that my neighbors might get the hunger.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-36365102688192265252010-12-28T20:27:00.000-08:002010-12-29T07:27:09.687-08:00Lavez les Mains!On November 5-7, I did a USAID-funded project to improve the hygiene in five primary schools in Sotouboua. There are many primary schools in Sotouboua, so I chose the schools based on the presence of latrines at the schools and the commitment of the directors of the schools to enforce new hygiene practices. I worked with an NGO, Education, Sante et Developpement (ESD) and their partners including a state nurse, hygiene inspector, school directors and other health experts who served as trainers. The first day, we trained four teachers from each school on how to improve hygiene and establish Health Clubs in their schools. The second day, we worked with the students on good and bad hygiene practices through science experiments and tours of the school's facilities. The third day, the students and teachers met at their home schools with one trainer to make a map of their campus and create a plan of action to improve the cleanliness of facilities and hygiene practices in their schools. I purchased "laves-mains", handwashing stations, for four of the schools. In the fifth school, I hired a mason and plumber to fix the laves-mains that had been built by a different NGO and since broken. I've already started following up with the schools to see their progress and I've been impressed by the energy and the commitment of the staff and students in each school.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMKN5E_V_1_m8L7vfG-0E5Uilo2xPcvVbwCJve8NHu4baTCzU8any9tlhZQAOg0Ri584-J8swTxtr46j-BisY2Voe-OK_2zJasl5wix1_SGUivYaRYjWey3_1C9zT6ODU60rOxVhDHpRH/s1600/lave+mains+day+2+069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959586396937682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMKN5E_V_1_m8L7vfG-0E5Uilo2xPcvVbwCJve8NHu4baTCzU8any9tlhZQAOg0Ri584-J8swTxtr46j-BisY2Voe-OK_2zJasl5wix1_SGUivYaRYjWey3_1C9zT6ODU60rOxVhDHpRH/s320/lave+mains+day+2+069.JPG" /></a>I did a demonstration using "charbon", or coal, to show how germs spread<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcDtXDCrSpbXRhMU84RhJx1A_zgxLmsx12ZyAFYc7Wt-NXQF91okSzKjo-3mm-BFoc5zpGRDF9BThHk-1exE1YH19T1k4ea4AZF2EidGAH6e08kdC_XsdWJMqXm4QNCywzR8woNM6So2E/s1600/DSCN5721+copy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959581214995122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcDtXDCrSpbXRhMU84RhJx1A_zgxLmsx12ZyAFYc7Wt-NXQF91okSzKjo-3mm-BFoc5zpGRDF9BThHk-1exE1YH19T1k4ea4AZF2EidGAH6e08kdC_XsdWJMqXm4QNCywzR8woNM6So2E/s320/DSCN5721+copy.JPG" /></a>This is the lave-mains that I had repaired<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLQS7_N9NWl-0mw-NnTd2WeHTnCmk_Q3yS7tntx6-j-wJU07YqNwCfzLF4PHvDw5Yaw39A5z1w-S1bnJyNWxinDmCgH_OX3YCWwH6PWJnUKzuxI0odBKy7dsJH78KS9qzWMPaKMzBL4gi/s1600/lave+mains+day+2+144.JPG"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959576914593954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLQS7_N9NWl-0mw-NnTd2WeHTnCmk_Q3yS7tntx6-j-wJU07YqNwCfzLF4PHvDw5Yaw39A5z1w-S1bnJyNWxinDmCgH_OX3YCWwH6PWJnUKzuxI0odBKy7dsJH78KS9qzWMPaKMzBL4gi/s320/lave+mains+day+2+144.JPG" /></a>Kids testing out the new lave-main<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5Hfz1AoqbNbvNE-KbjbkdEyUNFdYJOxk1WvOFB23zWmcJUINPmMNnYSjvXY6CZws5EAXzN4oe7jC8L9gZRHzpzhie2Ae0BwyhvN5hZ8QUjq2x22YBMdy1-Lz4f5th8dabh9f5HeXpABR/s1600/lave+mains+day+2+196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959573401042562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5Hfz1AoqbNbvNE-KbjbkdEyUNFdYJOxk1WvOFB23zWmcJUINPmMNnYSjvXY6CZws5EAXzN4oe7jC8L9gZRHzpzhie2Ae0BwyhvN5hZ8QUjq2x22YBMdy1-Lz4f5th8dabh9f5HeXpABR/s320/lave+mains+day+2+196.JPG" /></a>The kids recieved bandanas at the end of the training to identify them as health peer educators in their schools <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64Sr53edjikCLCgHPCQb9p4lZ5pumBIcgedzYLrJxRr1Ace1nG-L2M6fQF0_1aioZKpJnkAFQzbNkAvzmuv1oQXTJe50n6F6R_QXp0PGrtOz10EsuAi-wpcgipOG1Vlwim2mgR8sft5J5/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555959568334073666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64Sr53edjikCLCgHPCQb9p4lZ5pumBIcgedzYLrJxRr1Ace1nG-L2M6fQF0_1aioZKpJnkAFQzbNkAvzmuv1oQXTJe50n6F6R_QXp0PGrtOz10EsuAi-wpcgipOG1Vlwim2mgR8sft5J5/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" /></a>Welcome to the Project to Improve the Health of Children in Schools!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-28743715765621417602010-12-12T05:53:00.000-08:002010-12-17T12:29:26.289-08:00Dance Off...to America<div><br /></div><div>Last night, I organized a World Aids Day Dance-Off with the other volunteer in my town and a few Togolese colleagues. Four groups of kids competed in traditional dance and also in modern dance- which for most of them was break dance. A girl's club that I've been working with for about a year now put on two plays, one about the discrimination towards people infected with HIV/AIDs and one about practicing fidelity. We also had a a condom race, where volunteers from the audience formed two teams to see which team could put on and take off a condom from a wooden penis first. There were prizes for the participants- tshirts and pens with catchy messages about wearing condoms (like a condom-man giving a thumbs up). I hope that through fun, humor and interactive games the audience took away at least one new piece of knowledge. <div><br /></div><div>It felt like a perfect last celebration before my departure to the United States in in two days... I hope to catch up with all my friends in family over the phone or in person so be expecting a call from me : ) </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxgr6JlV8po7pK1tlsKTl6HYq3KVGGfTZG4KvS8N3r5MBFHxSdRbhiPmm4nTR6vl8i4n23VM8RQwmQjy3z9eZDn26n4jUjdLfoL3Xg1XpTZr2S69DzLUK3n62lEjAv6QP2yKEnxlt_t2Q/s1600/DSCN5743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxgr6JlV8po7pK1tlsKTl6HYq3KVGGfTZG4KvS8N3r5MBFHxSdRbhiPmm4nTR6vl8i4n23VM8RQwmQjy3z9eZDn26n4jUjdLfoL3Xg1XpTZr2S69DzLUK3n62lEjAv6QP2yKEnxlt_t2Q/s320/DSCN5743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750712776092706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Zo1Aq2qGTSHpCM4XmPakh-i5ifmKzwxFE6KSS6lA72fMHi7UTgQVH3Hz-IPWTEvwjld6OtNm7BxFokwj-FttAJ4b9C1rm_45B3WiM2WRbzty1eq-Ryb9Rq8IatfhGX2rfaWqbU9OxIbA/s1600/DSCN5753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Zo1Aq2qGTSHpCM4XmPakh-i5ifmKzwxFE6KSS6lA72fMHi7UTgQVH3Hz-IPWTEvwjld6OtNm7BxFokwj-FttAJ4b9C1rm_45B3WiM2WRbzty1eq-Ryb9Rq8IatfhGX2rfaWqbU9OxIbA/s320/DSCN5753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750707532692210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGMHH7Lmv-xFG8yDT-gg7uZ7Xwcpz3BRUwVlb4xju5faTnyg-sP_8dlTRWPoq-lUAs4NDk1o3D9mVDYaLON2_icPHci7h1kdfR_F3SuKLYWTV1KirZ_2OPvUGnxgQyiOCvsACHKs5BNx7/s1600/DSCN5782.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGMHH7Lmv-xFG8yDT-gg7uZ7Xwcpz3BRUwVlb4xju5faTnyg-sP_8dlTRWPoq-lUAs4NDk1o3D9mVDYaLON2_icPHci7h1kdfR_F3SuKLYWTV1KirZ_2OPvUGnxgQyiOCvsACHKs5BNx7/s320/DSCN5782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551750702267577170" /></a>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-45517609725773744582010-09-27T11:37:00.000-07:002010-09-27T11:38:49.213-07:00Le Pays KabiyeAs history tells us, the African continent is comprised of arbitrarily drawn countries with no regard to ethnicity or culture. In Togo alone, there are 40+ ethnicities. There is the “Pays Kabiye”, which is basically the nation, if you will, of Kabiye people who are spread throughout the country in various large cities and small villages. Kabiye culture varies from place to place and even the dialect of the language is different within each “quartier”, or neighborhood, of my town which is a Kabiye stronghold.<br /><br />I’ve started taking Kabiye lessons because my French has progressed to a comfortable level (in a West African context) and I felt it is time to start humoring my neighbors by speaking their language. Peace Corps actually gives volunteers money to take language lessons, so I hired a friend and long-time partner of Peace Corps to teach me Kabiye. Kabiye is mostly just a spoken language. However, at some point in the history of missionaries, someone decided to create a Kabiye alphabet in order to write a Kabiye bible. When you attend church in Sotouboua, most people possess a bible in both French and Kabiye. Personally, the work of the missionaries turning Kabiye into a written language and then translating the entire bible seems a bit senseless, as the missionaries didn’t teach most of the people how to read Kabiye. In their defense, Kabiye literacy classes are available at certain churches, but from what I’ve seen most people just read their French bibles.<br /><br />Every ten years, there is a girl’s initiation ceremony for Kabiye girls to “become” women in the eyes of society. It is called “Condonna”, and luckily 2010 is one of the years that the ceremony takes place. The biggest ceremony is held in the city of Kara, a northern regional capitol inhabited mostly by Kabiye people. Other Kabiye towns hold their own versions of Condonna. In Sotouboua, each “quartier” had their own Condonna ceremony on a different day of the week, combined with the boy’s initiation ceremony, “Evala”, (which occurs yearly) and the “Fete des Ignames”, a party to celebrate the harvest of yams. I witnessed four different days of this ceremony, but I participated the most in the ceremony that took place in my quartier, Tchitchao. This was because the husband, Weyo, of my closest friend in the neighborhood was being initiated. Weyo is 27.<br /><br />The ceremony starts with eating beignets for breakfast and fufu (pounded yams) for lunch. In the afternoon, the inductees put on their ceremonial garb. For Condonna, girls have to wear only bras and underwear, and for Evala, boys wear only athletic shorts. Then people from the entire quartier gather together, along with the inductees and dance from house to house to the beat of steel cowbell like instruments and drums. The boys must stay bent over the whole time. If you speak to the inductees during the ceremony, you are required to buy them a beer. In the “yard” at each house, there is a keg of tchouk (locally brewed beer) waiting and all of the inductees sit down around the yard, while the townspeople chug tchouk and dance around them. You spend about 15 minutes at each house and then dance/run to the next house. I followed the ceremony to about seven houses. The ceremony was pretty wild, especially when a fight broke out because someone accused a woman of being a sorcerer and poisoning one of the kegs of Tchouk.<br /><br />In a very convoluted way it reminded me of the party scene at my college when kids would dress up in ridiculous costumes and migrate from house to house surrounding the campus to fill up a solo cup of keg beer, dance a little and move on. In a way, in those four years we were being inducted into the world of adulthood. Although some of us never really entered the real “adult” world….Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-70610943476583862302010-09-19T08:10:00.000-07:002010-09-27T11:33:40.785-07:00GreenbacksMoney has been on my mind lately because I’ve been applying for a couple of grants to help fund my projects. It’s also the end of the pay period so I’ve all but run out of money until we’re paid again. The challenge of the next week is to see just how cheaply one can live in Togo.<br /><br />I’ve been struggling with the role money should play in the Peace Corps. I was initially attracted to the Peace Corps because it is a volunteer organization that normally focuses on cultural exchange and grassroots projects and encourages volunteers to live at the same level as community members. Once I arrived in Togo, I realized there are many opportunities to do funded projects, anything from receiving money to hold a one-day event on birth control to building a high school. Initially, I thought I wouldn’t be involved in any funded projects, as I wanted to make my priceless Colorado College Bachelor of Arts skills stretch as far as possible. But, as money always does, the possibility of a funded project seduced me.<br /><br />The seduction did not happen over night. I live in a large town with a plethora of NGOs with massive budgets to do glitzy, fancy, funded projects. It also turns out these NGO workers have equally impressive paychecks. Sometimes, living at the level of community members, or at least my peers in the development field, seems impossible as a Peace Corps volunteer. I attended a “causerie” (informative talk or event) about the importance of fidelity in preventing HIV/AIDs, put on by the largest NGO in my town. This causerie felt more like the Oprah Show; the NGO workers were giving away fans, DVD players and other prizes to the attendees. I understand that this particular NGO has a different model of development than the Peace Corps, but it is discouraging to think that many people in my town are used to receiving rewards in exchange for listening to important information that would improve their lives.<br /><br />My town is so used to having foreigners come to Togo and give away things for free that I think that sometimes it is expected that I give away presents or money. I appreciate that foreigners are generous to the less-advantaged, but it is difficult to explain to community members that Peace Corps is not about giving away things, its about increasing the capacity of the workforce and creating sustainable projects.<br /><br />I decided to apply for funding for projects not because of the pressure from the community but because Peace Corps (in partnership with various organizations) has money available to volunteers. I justified these projects to myself because I believe that money will improve that quality and sustainability of my projects. Nevertheless, I will continue to try to implement projects run by Togolese volunteers in my community that cost little to nothing.<br /><br />I applied for funding for my Vacation Enterprise Program, which gives ten girls small loans to start a business over the summer to pay for their school fees. The girls sold vegetables, kolico (like French fries) and tchouk (local beer) and were expected to come to weekly meetings to pay back some of the loan and learn small business skills. There is not enough room in this blog to extrapolate on the headaches caused by the project, but in the end, 7 girls succeeded in earning their school fees and some of their school supplies.<br /><br />I am also working with an NGO build “lave mains” (hand-washing stations) at four primary schools and fix one “lave-main” at a primary that was built by a different NGO that has since broke and is not currently being used. We will also train health and education leaders in the community about hygiene and hand washing who will in turn train teachers and peer educators at each school. I’m fairly confident in the NGO to conduct the project and my role will be to distribute the money appropriately and add any additional information I can to the trainings. I’m passionate about this project because I am completely mortified when I often see people peeing and pooping anywhere and everywhere and then not washing their hands before they cook and eat.<br /><br />In my experience, there is no magic formula for development and the best solution I have found is to try different approaches and see what is most successful in my community. Money is essential to development but it can just as quickly pervert and reverse the process when it is not handled with diligence and expertise.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-90915783259770866172010-07-26T11:21:00.000-07:002010-07-26T11:25:38.874-07:00Lessons from HitchhikingI had my first (inadvertent) hitchhiking experience in Togo when I was traveling south and flagged down a car on the road that I thought was a bushtaxi, until I noticed that it was built within last decade and made by a recognizable manufacturer- Toyota, a rarity in Togo. As I entered the car the other passengers disembarked, making it clear that this was a personal car, not a bush taxi. While hitchhiking may present many hazards in the States, it was definitely the better option as the car had a seat belt, air – conditioning and a conscientious driver. I discovered in the first ten minutes of the journey that the driver was an engineer for Togo’s Minister of Health and had only picked me up because he wanted company as he drove home to Lomé.<br /><br />This guy had clearly made it. Living in Lomé, driving in a car imported from Belgium nice enough to pick up young American women- it doesn’t get much better than this in Togo. We started talking about opportunity and the qualifications needed for his line of work. I was especially interested because I just finished “Take Our Daughters to Work Week” in Sotouboua with the hopes of encouraging girls to seek their potential. The girl I had nominated for the program had professed that her dream was to become the Minister of Health for Togo. I was also interested in finding out how this guy became affluent in a country where success is rare.<br /><br />Opportunity in Togo is extremely hard to come by. Most students only finish college or junior high, which gives them just enough education to be fluent in French. To graduate high school, one must pass the BAC, which I’m told is next to impossible and requires near fluency in English. Many students spend years repeating their last year of high school, Terminal, and retaking the BAC at the end of the year. It is not unusual to find students in Terminal to be anywhere from 19-25 years old.<br /><br />Take Our Daughters to Work week was a week long camp for girls in their last years of junior high to challenge them to attend high school, to plan for the future and to give them the skills avoid things like sexual harassment and early pregnancy. The participants were selected from villages all over the Centrale region to come to Sotouboua. I discovered that not a single one of them wanted to solely work at the house like many of their mothers currently do and that all of them had lofty dreams to be journalists, doctors, midwifes and school directors. We invited female role models from the community come explain their professions and encourage the girls. We also made site visits to a pharmacy, hospital and library to show the girls professional women in action. We taught them income-generating activities to pay school fees, like how to make lotion, liquid soap and popcorn.<br /><br />It was clear that these girls have the drive to succeed. However, my engineer driver had different opinion of students in Togo. When I asked my engineer driver what was wrong with Togo, why the development was so far behind places like Ghana, he said it was laziness. I argued, saying that all the people I knew worked hard and farmed every day for many hours. He countered by explaining that all the hard workers are old people and the young people just wander the streets looking for trouble. This problem is endemic in all Francophone countries because they just copied the French model and “the French people don’t like to work hard”, while the Anglophone model has led to rapid development. Well, that’s one theory!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-15924444683292269542010-06-25T04:18:00.000-07:002010-06-25T04:25:03.687-07:00Ne Va Pas Au Nigeria……for child trafficking. One of the biggest challenges faced in Togo is the fight against child labor and trafficking. The most common story of child trafficking heard in Togo goes like this: a man approaches a child and offers the him/her the opportunity to go to another country with the promises of getting rich and leaving the “boring” village life for something better, oftentimes to Nigeria. The kid agrees to go, under false pretenses, often without consulting their parents. When they arrive at “utopia” they find themselves working under horrible conditions for little or no money. The good news is that many of the kids do find their way back to their home in Togo, but unfortunately not without grave damage to their development, education, physical and mental health.<br /><br />I work at a center for apprentices, as mentioned in the previous blog entry, where many of the apprentices are victims of child trafficking. The kids from the center are sometimes invited to Peace Corps’s Camp Unite (a week-long camp to train peer educators) to speak about their experience as a cautionary tale to others. The name of this blog post, “Ne va pas au Nigeria”, comes from the title of a song about child trafficking written by a previous Peace Corps volunteer in Sotouboua to raise awareness about the issue. <br /><br />Child labor extends beyond Nigeria. Togo is an agricultural based society and farming corn, rice, millet and yams is sustenance and children are not excluded from working at the “champ” (fields). Now that school is out, many children are preoccupied with farming. But, when farming infringes on the child’s access to education it becomes an issue of concern and a violation of the child’s rights. I was recently asked by the director of the center for apprentices to speak to the female apprentices individually to gauge how they were feeling about their apprenticeship and their lives at the center. He was concerned for their wellbeing and felt that they would not be open with him about their feelings due to his gender. He asked me to focus my questioning around the forms of punishment inflicted upon the girls as well as the prevalence and type of manual labor they were assigned.<br /><br />I discovered that corporal punishment is frequently used on the girls; those who are late to class receive a slap on the hands with a stick. Less serious offenses such as a sewing error warrant the collecting of gravel or staying late to finish an assignment. These forms of punishment are common in almost all schools and centers for apprentices in Togo, and this information didn’t really faze the director. What was of concern to the director is that the girls were being sent to the fields to farm up to three days a week on top of the scheduled Saturdays of manual labor to maintain the center. The girls admitted that they are habitually sent to both the patron’s and the patron’s friends’ fields to work many hours a day, with no compensation. Conversely, they are paying the center to be apprentices and learn the trade, not to be farmers. The girls often miss meals because they are in the fields and are often very exhausted from farming and have trouble focusing on their sewing lessons.<br /><br />The director was enraged by this discovery, so we had a meeting with all of patrons to set new rules for the center. He proposed that the girls may only go to the fields to farm once a week, they may not be sent to the patron’s friend’s farms and that they should be somehow compensated. I spoke to the patrons on the importance of children’s rights and explained that the practices at the center were bordering on child slavery.<br /><br />The campaign for children’s rights seems to be igniting throughout Togo and progress is being made to eradicate child labor throughout West Africa. I was recently watching my friend’s child, Ellie, practicing for the kindergarten school play. Ellie played a wife who was telling her husband to do some work around the house- to sweep the yard, to cook the dinner and take care of the kids, decidedly promoting gender equity. She then sang a song she’d be performing during the play:<br /><br />“Je suis enfant et j’ai aussi mes droits” (I’m a child and I also have my rights)<br /><br />I asked Ellie if she knew the significance of what she was singing. She pointed to her hand– she thought the words were:<br /><br />“ Je suis enfant et j’ai aussi mes doigts” (I’m a child and I also have fingers!)<br /><br />Luckily, Ellie is only four years old and just learning French so there is still time for the message to sink in before it’s too late!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-54087655231760647412010-06-05T11:06:00.001-07:002010-06-07T10:17:25.928-07:00Photos<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479354992662807634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSPvW3q7gvz8EPhEyYCCCg_QcNHYZ-aMuwPKgW6lfu5Up_6LUFyII8sW8FldcdCJGJ0Ff4Xp-tOGt3Q39D4VossCS1AuMJc9mJ3O9bIc6pd3luP17RusnGW06nswSZoQs8gC5ECmK_skx/s320/mamaspregnant.JPG" border="0" /><br />Pregnant Mom and The Family in Tsevie<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353550969290018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdnlTf5iyVqRAqJBVacAG4YA5blvoBWMvH84nkQW8wJkAU9NWTXw5_VL7KqTHTOIL7Q0XBRVAkshuP8K24bOsOXg2ykkvFxEjzzB43a55Oaa3WgdrbrzaIzscaG85dD5MM7nY9MB3jvt8/s320/dadandgeno.JPG" border="0" /><br />Host Dad and New Baby!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353560100451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB29R4p4tkBuCewSTAQAIOwoWgmJvAI2rU0rmyJyRoa8-uuKteDSbwuvcwbgIhj1l4ggqb6NkBOey3jDIvh1h5HqTaBv2-r6nUG8pxMjxK_MgbHWMFfCx7X75yW-IxNMIBMP4UXyjzO8R/s320/domestiques.JPG" border="0" /> Domestiques<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggX_wCftHO9J4F3KJBeQtjZRCm6pJEhenXV70FJw8rabkIK0pwH7u1ccMV5HBSnt153sQbUOwcd64SSvaZ_GK7Z8b5AblsNJW_eLtGNdKLk2-aRqKSKE3KOKWIEK7PW3xQNXvNAFHhK3up/s1600/swearin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356653071974434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggX_wCftHO9J4F3KJBeQtjZRCm6pJEhenXV70FJw8rabkIK0pwH7u1ccMV5HBSnt153sQbUOwcd64SSvaZ_GK7Z8b5AblsNJW_eLtGNdKLk2-aRqKSKE3KOKWIEK7PW3xQNXvNAFHhK3up/s320/swearin.JPG" border="0" /></a> Host Family at Swear-In<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4QOTIZvabvkTAUblu05whHYJynUZEcd8pwqTiBIX-_MvU5ty9_56wFGsGaA3t3LKdJclY0zwipSRiHEYw3SUFt9bzypKfmiR85lf30m_Hjz9EWGwHFfAEnnGFklJoaFq1b6rLyZSODi7/s1600/roadtomyhouse.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356650102194450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4QOTIZvabvkTAUblu05whHYJynUZEcd8pwqTiBIX-_MvU5ty9_56wFGsGaA3t3LKdJclY0zwipSRiHEYw3SUFt9bzypKfmiR85lf30m_Hjz9EWGwHFfAEnnGFklJoaFq1b6rLyZSODi7/s320/roadtomyhouse.JPG" border="0" /></a> Path to my house in Sotouboua<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh424adWQDIVi66GFuknhwIYm70611BE5XAn2sO1mp6phLHdnYscJyvJufBX2qRPEtZRUvS_fmSH-JDo8tJof2CyENF3rGqZL3DE449EOWgpB-cVHXMUo7RA9efQJM-qcAUGCUHv-lJMltL/s1600/newyearsparty.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356631589970418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh424adWQDIVi66GFuknhwIYm70611BE5XAn2sO1mp6phLHdnYscJyvJufBX2qRPEtZRUvS_fmSH-JDo8tJof2CyENF3rGqZL3DE449EOWgpB-cVHXMUo7RA9efQJM-qcAUGCUHv-lJMltL/s320/newyearsparty.JPG" border="0" /></a> New Year's Party<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vE32lZ6DNqglMZxauW-epC5Idi8QJ5wWEHS_OaCogI852BGqZEIZsSRJu9oe0v2HfDOP9f4V19bp7edxNh7CNwcIGPpddkDVpd6nWgej5PDU9B5wYqaktaJHaZZtEBWkTZcYLhmQcSqr/s1600/newyears.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356627351481298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vE32lZ6DNqglMZxauW-epC5Idi8QJ5wWEHS_OaCogI852BGqZEIZsSRJu9oe0v2HfDOP9f4V19bp7edxNh7CNwcIGPpddkDVpd6nWgej5PDU9B5wYqaktaJHaZZtEBWkTZcYLhmQcSqr/s320/newyears.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dressed to kill for the new year<br /><div><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkb4bi8L-2hSTCOCTaVD8QfrmGt3FDz0JkEMs8VbEkM8cPlWHVYnOVbojyGPJ9iMFXWNzkE_dsrQu9EDRgwbeizDy5hMQCpvyhrBQIAyL8BDyMudg7GIGNhVqgThIO3XPgefilX5eQeQc/s1600/myhouse.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479356112345836898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkb4bi8L-2hSTCOCTaVD8QfrmGt3FDz0JkEMs8VbEkM8cPlWHVYnOVbojyGPJ9iMFXWNzkE_dsrQu9EDRgwbeizDy5hMQCpvyhrBQIAyL8BDyMudg7GIGNhVqgThIO3XPgefilX5eQeQc/s320/myhouse.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chez Moi<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479354989133660370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjDg4Q65ZfTgj2-UHZZPzPCy80fyDoY4PWlm3ZJ6q3LRkP0D33B9l8YAMeSjXMXiorK-_sR-dStlY2IoeaUC20bNchj1e14II9NNMN780gAZXm7EsPJ69m9DKaYE11ivKIZg5VYL_t73t/s320/makingtchouk.JPG" border="0" /><br />Making Tchouk, traditional beer<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-5820357596279858882010-04-27T16:10:00.000-07:002010-06-05T11:18:18.006-07:00April Showers<p class="MsoNormal">I celebrated the wedding of a colleague last weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was my first Togolese wedding and I found it to be a love filled ceremony.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was held at the Evangelical Presbyterian church at the same time as the weekly Sunday church service. The church doors were adorned with arches of red tropical flowers, a reminder that a rainforest once prospered here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The bride and groom were dressed in fancy complets, or two-piece outfits made with pagne (African printed fabric).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After hours of singing, praying and dancing, the couple said their vows and kissed and everyone cheered and threw confetti at them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Then the gift giving began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There’s a shop in town that wraps presents so all of the couple’s closest friends in the congregation brought colorful metallic shiny wrapped presents with bows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>To receive the gifts, the couple stands at the front of the church and the gift givers are called to the front by the day of the week they were born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was born on a Sunday, so I went with the Sunday group. I brought dishtowels wrapped in purple paper and danced to the front like my present was glow sticks and I was at a rave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The congregation wouldn’t accept anything less.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When I arrived at the front, I handed over the present and hugged the bride and groom, which was a bit awkward because they both tilted their heads the same direction as I and in front of the whole congregation, nonetheless (apparently I never learned the proper way to hug in Togo).</p><p class="MsoNormal">After the service was the reception and the bridal party and friends posed for professional pictures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A band of teenagers on guitars and drums played while the congregation was separated by age and sex for refreshments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I went with the women to eat rice with pieces of meat and drink tchouk, the traditional beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The service was lovely, and I am very happy for the new couple.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Today is the fiftieth anniversary of Togo’s independence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I attended a defile (parade) to celebrate the occasion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The National Road that runs from the head to toe of Togo was blocked off so that civil society of Sotouboua could be showcased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was amazed by the breadth of clubs and associations that were represented and marched down the street in matching pagne.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In addition to the students of every school there were unions of flip flop vendors, motorcycle drivers doing wheelies, karate club breaking boards, cheerleaders with Togolese flags, women’s soccer teams, just to name a few.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Viva La Independence!</p><p class="MsoNormal">I have started working at a center for apprentices who are economically disadvantaged, orphans or victims of child trafficking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Americans, through the Embassy’s Self Help Fund, which gives motivated Togolese money to do projects, funded the center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The kids live at the center and they learn a trade for a discounted fee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I started working with the female couturieres (seamstresses) to teach life skills and women’s issues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I enjoy working with the girls because they are very respectful and eager to learn but it is challenging because many did not finish primary school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Everything I say has to be translated into local language and I’m afraid my intermediate French being translated by intermediate French speakers into Kabiye (extremely different from a romance language) might be hindering my message.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Nevertheless, my “Self Confidence” lesson seemed to sink in when I asked the girls to make self-affirmations and everyone said things like, “I am an intelligent girl” or<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“I am a pretty girl.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I am also in the process of helping the kids and their patrons (teachers of the trade) to start a garden because the center is near a river and with an endless supply of water there is no excuse not to have a garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The kids are responsible for providing and cooking their own food, so with some extra vegetables to boost their diet, both their health and economic situation will improve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal">April is the beginning of rainy season so Sotouboua has become green and lush and people are spending days and nights at the “champ” (the farming fields).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have yet to go to the champ but one of these days I will grab a hoe and get to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But for now, I have my herb garden to tend to and protect from my hole-digging puppy, Tchouk!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-2649442858981464362010-04-13T14:23:00.000-07:002010-04-18T10:17:43.236-07:00How to Ride a Bush Taxi in TogoI was riding home in a “bush taxi” yesterday from a Peace Corps meeting in a town about 100k from me, squished in the shotgun seat with another person with rather large hips. Consequently, I was jammed against the clutch so that every time the driver wanted to shift gears he had to press the clutch into my leg. It was quite painful, and today I have a large purple bruise on my thigh. To make matters worse, the driver was reaching over another full-grown man who was sitting IN THE DRIVERS SEAT WITH HIM in order to shift gears. It got me thinking about how many things in Togo have become commonplace now that I’ve been in this country for almost seven months, things that would be incomprehensible to me back in the states.<br /><br />1. Transportation<br />The above story is not an exaggeration, but the norm for travel in this country. “Bush taxis” are small cars or 15 passenger busses that must be older than I am. They are not “full” until there are multiple people sitting on each other’s laps, chickens squawking about and a roof stacked so high with baggage it rivals the Beverley Hillbillies. Travel takes about twice as long as it should as a result of stopping about every 10k to load and unload passengers, or sometimes just for the driver to chat with his friends. One time my bush taxi stopped in a town for an hour because the previous day the driver had hit a child on the road there and he was negotiating paying for the child’s broken bones.<br /><br />2. Time<br />It is completely acceptable to arrive up to an hour late for a scheduled appointment, or in some cases, not to arrive at all.<br /><br />3. Requests<br />If you see anyone who possesses anything you want, you may ask for it. This includes dogs, women, shoes (even if the person wearing the shoes is smaller and a different sex than you) and hair. I’ve had people ask for me to cut off my hair and give it to them. Most appropriate responses are to either hand over the object/person or simply say “prochainement” (next time). This works both ways, I have a PC friend who buys vintage Chicago sports jerseys off of Togolese people’s backs.<br /><br />4. Night Time Parties<br />Many parties and events are scheduled for the entire night and there are no “Disturbing the Peace” violations in Togo.<br /><br />5. Farm Animals<br />Free-range advocates would love this place – pigs, goats, chickens,<br />duck and sheep roam freely. This is hazardous to bike riders because the animals are always on the path and often in front of tires. Somehow people know who's animals are whose and stealing animals can be deadly (I’m not kidding).<br /><br />6. Animism<br />People say Togo is 50% Muslim, 50% Christian and 100% Animist. While most of my friends here are more enthusiastic about sharing their Christianity with me than Animist beliefs, it still is not unusual to hear about it now and then. A young man across the street from me died, and when I asked his neighbors about the cause of death, they said he was a sorcerer and his sorcerer friends put a spell on him to kill him.<br /><br />In other news, March was quite an eventful month starting off with the presidential elections on March 4. In light of violence surrounding past elections in Togo, we were told to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Leading up to the elections, campaigning in my town brought many events and anticipation. One of these events was a visit from President Faure, who was campaigning for re-election, which prompted teachers to cancel class, everyone to sport their favorite Faure paraphernalia and organize groups to sing, dance and play instruments to greet him. It appeared as though roughly half the town, or 10,000 people, attended the event. In the end, the elections were overall extremely peaceful. <div><br />Towards the end of March was “Semaine Culturel” (cultural week), when there are no classes for a week - only games, picnics, music and dances. I expected this to be focused on more traditional culture and was surprised to see the influence of modern hip-hop culture on the event – the high school-ers were booty dancing to modern African rap and hip-hop blaring from large speakers. After Semaine Culturel, the students had a week of vacation for Paque (Easter). There weren’t many apparent celebrations for Paque; however, many people of all ages get baptized during the holiday. Now, work is picking up again but I’m taking off for my first vacation during Peace Corps to Ghana (The Land of Plenty)! À Bientôt!<br /></div>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-17800998784134442772010-01-25T04:27:00.000-08:002010-01-25T04:34:09.436-08:00On Gift GivingHaving just ended the holiday season, the last horrah being my birthday, it seems to be an appropriate time to comment on the gift exchange culture here in Togo. It has occupied much of my thought, caused me anxiety, excitement and resentment. <br /><br />I was admittedly a bit melodramatic about my birthday this year, professing to be experiencing a quarter-life crisis. I woke up on the dreaded day with a small dark cloud over my head and aching bones, but then the delicious food started showing up on my doorstep so my mood changed very quickly. I was given Galettes (savory bean cakes) and a bucket of Tchouck to share from my closest Togolese friend. Another girl in my neighborhood made me a plate of Fufu (pounded yams) with peanut sauce and chicken.<br /><br />The evening of my birthday, I had a small get together with local Peace Corps volunteers and Togolese/Nigerian friends and acquaintances at my favorite restaurant in town. I made it clear to the Togolese people that wanted to come that I had no money to have a proper party. In most social situations in Togo, the person who invites others to the bar or restaurant has to pay for all of the guests’ drinks all night. Paradoxically, two of the guests paid for several rounds of drinks in addition to giving me other gifts. The fete was lovely; a guitar player came and sang for us and someone called a professional photographer who was snapping pictures of the fete like a paparazzi. <br /><br />The night of my birthday I was overwhelmed by the generosity people showed me, and was giddy when opening each casserole dish or black plastic bag with a gift in it. But the next morning, I began to grapple with the question, “What are the implications of these gifts?” and “What is the appropriate response to receiving a gift in Togo?” In America, I’d whip out the ol’ Thank You Notes and call it a day. But here, I am in uncharted territory. I have been reading a book called “Remotely Global, Village Modernity in West Africa” by Charles Piot, an anthropologist who lived among the Kabiye people in Togo for three years and studied the culture. My town is chiefly Kabiye ethnicity, and Piot describes life among Kabiye precisely. I recommend the book to anyone who’s interested in learning more about Togolese culture and my reality.<br /><br />Piot also received a great deal of gifts when coming to Togo and wasn’t sure how to respond. The Kabiye people he cooked for didn’t like American food. When he refused a gift once, the giver stopped speaking to him. Piot states, “Gift-giving became for all of us a kind of surrogate language: the gifts were attempts to communicate, to bridge the gap between us, to express relationship.”<br /><br />Piot concludes that Kabiye give gifts as a way to form social relationships and ties or “ikpanture” in Kabiye language. He also says, “They were attempts to contain and control us. Gifts obligate and indebt, and in doing so they render the receiver subservient.” Time will tell if the givers on my birthday were simply trying to reinforce a friendship or if they are expecting something in return. In all likelihood, each individual had his or her own motives.<br /><br />My own attempts to reciprocate kindness in Togo have been slightly clumsy, and I am not sure how to judge the reaction of the receivers. For example, when I made macaroni and cheese for a family once, each member only had several bites and asked why I hadn’t put salt and piment (hot peppers) in it. I tried to explain that mac and cheese is a favorite dish among American kids, but the Togolese kids turned up their noses and continued eating the food their mom had prepared. The food didn’t go to waste; they served the leftovers to the children for breakfast with a pile of piment on top. Hopefully, they appreciated the gesture but I’m not sure the American proverb, “It’s the thought that counts” translates.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-34824514857512812462010-01-04T08:59:00.001-08:002010-01-04T09:02:41.761-08:00Harmattan HolidaysHarmattan is the dry season here in Togo, and it is also considered the cold season. This means that when you walk down the street you feel like your lungs are being coated with a layer of orange dust and your eyes swell with tears due to the high concentration of dirt in the air. It’s pleasantly chilly at night and in the mornings, temperatures dropping to around 50-60 degrees Fahrenheit. Togolese people ask me, “How do you like Togo? How do you like the cold?” It takes a lot of will not to say, honey, you don’t know cold.<br /><br />My first day at post (the town where I will be living for two years, the name of which I can not mention) was also Tabasky, a holiday celebrated by Muslim Kotokoli people here in Togo. I was drawn to the music and costumes as I was wandering the town trying to comprehend the fact that this town is my new home. I was standing on the outskirts of the tent which encompassed a huge crowd of people of all ages and genders dressed in traditional outfits but accented by bright colored sunglasses, hats and shoes that one might find when visiting a vintage shop with 1970’s garb. The mélange of traditional dress with outrageous Western style is a microcosm of how modernity has touched these traditional societies. It’s also oh so very hip. As soon as the men who were dj-ing the fete saw me standing there, they invited me to sit under the tent, gratuie, of course. I accepted, swept in by the excitement of the loud drums, sequined headscarves and candy. I had barely sat down, when I was told, “Il faut danser”, or “It is necessary for you to dance” and I found myself in the middle of the circle trying to awkwardly imitate the one other person who was the center of attention with me in front of at least 300 people. Then someone put a scarf around my neck and started pressing play money on my forehead, which stuck since I was so hot, and throwing hard candy at me. At the same time someone else was handing me pastries. Each dance move was a step out of my comfort zone and after the song was finally over I jetted out of there before I could be talked into another dance.<br /><br />I’ve learned not to feel too awkward or embarrassed in these extremely uncomfortable situations, as the people I’ve encountered do not hold me to the same standards as I hold myself. Togolese people actually tell me my French is good and that they didn’t think Americans could speak French. For example, I was invited to observe a club meeting for “fille leaders” or girl leaders at the CEG (junior high). “Observe” being the keyword, I hadn’t prepared anything to present or teach. After a half an hour past when the club was scheduled to commence, there were no adults there but me. The girls of the club informed me that they were told an American would be running the club. The “American” was presumptively me, so I had 30 minutes improvise a presentation in French. Usually when I give any presentation in French, I prepare ahead of time with a dictionary and maybe practice pronunciation in front of a native speaker. But this was on the fly, so I just talked about America, something I know pretty well, and led a debate on gender equity in Togo. I thought it was a total bust, but the girls truly appreciated it. The girls walked me home, offered me non-fermented tchouk, offered to take me to climb the one tiny mountain in town and seemed completely unconcerned with the quality of my presentation. Alas, my panic attack was not as severe when the exact same situation occurred again the next week at the high school for the club of girl leaders there.<br /><br />The students in Togo have a 2-week holiday vacation for Christmas and New Year’s Day. Therefore, my work for the last two weeks has been heavier on the cultural integration side than on technical work, since most of my work will be done in schools or with apprentices. I’ve spent time trying to form relationships with Togolese women and girls. I have a new friend who is a couturiere and has her own atelier to make clothes. We’ve been sharing meals and hanging out all week. She cooks the most delicious Togolese food, like fufu (pounded yams) with sauce arichide et tomate (peanut tomato sauce with hot peppers and fresh –as opposed to dried and crunchy- fish) that you eat with your right hand. Call it integration - or hunger - but I’ve truly enjoyed vrai Togolese food for the first time while eating at her house. It’s still a bit of a stressful situation because as soon as she senses that I’m slowing down eating the meal she says “Il faut terminer la fufu” or “It is nessecary that you eat all of the fufu.” I told her that I want to be skinny, like her (she is beautiful and thin and could be a model in America), and don’t want to eat too much. She told me that it’s an insult to call a Togolese person skinny. I feel like I’m in this alternate universe where you have to eat yourself sick to make friends and being chunky is the beauty ideal.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-38983243647938854092009-11-09T05:34:00.000-08:002009-11-16T05:24:56.408-08:00Bonne ArrivéeA wonderful man has left this earth. I know this because of the extravagance of the party his death warranted. A tent was constructed to cover the street in front of my host family’s house for half a block and the entire street was shut off. Hundreds of chairs were set up to cover ground. The set up occurred during the day. The funeral, in fact, did not commence until after dark. I arose to the sound of loud gospel music, Cowbell, children wailing, adults crying and preaching on a highly advanced PA system at around 12:30 a.m. The festivities occurred until 5:00 am, or dawn. This was repeated for two nights in a row, and I had the “privilege” of listening to the entire production loud and clear from my bed. The Togolese people that I’ve talked to about funerals say that when a child dies, the funeral is very somber but when an old person dies it is a celebration of the person’s life and can be quite jovial. I tried to keep my annoyance of the « bruit » to myself as host Maman told me she knew the gentleman who passed very well.<br /><br />A beautiful child has entered this earth. My host Maman went to the capitol to have her third child, a perfect little boy. She had some complications with the pregnancy, and had to have a cesarean section. I was worried about her because I know c-sections are risky anywhere and my host dad told me she could have died. I was interested to see the hospital she stayed at for about a week with her baby and her mother. It was a small clinic responsible only for delivering babies and there were nurses and doctors constantly circulating checking on the patients. It seemed to be first-rate care here in Togo and I don’t think all Togolese women have the resources to receive this kind of care. Maman finally came home with the baby and we’ve had a constant parade of visitors to « saluer » the family and greet the baby. Grandmaman also has come to stay at the house and despite her age has taken on many tasks to care for the baby, including washing him, which makes him squeal at the top of his tiny lungs. Maman’s identical twin sister also came to stay with us for a while, and she went to get her hair done exactly like Maman making it very difficult to tell them apart!<br /><br />I know I will miss my host family when I move to my post. I am currently on a one-week post visit in the ville I will be living in for my service, and I miss them already! I can’t disclose the exact location online but those of you itching to know can just asking me. I’m in the Centrale region in a larger town. I have a ridiculously luxurious house, but it hasn’t been lived in for a while by people but only by plenty of arachnid friends. My plan to transform my little piece of Togolese soil into a petite palace is definitely HGTV worthy. I live by myself in the compound so basically anything goes so I will be building a garden, buying a chicken for fresh eggs getting a kittenand eventually be inheriting a guard dog. Everything is built to order here in Togo, so I’ll be designing and commissioning my own furniture and curtains as well as painting all the walls. I will have a comfortable guest room so now those of you reading this blog can come experience Togolese life first-hand!<br /><br />My goal this week is to meet the people I will be collaborating with as the authorities and neighbors. I will initially be working with an NGO, which provides opportunities for students to attend camps to utilize their creativity including drama, music and radio broadcasting. I will be working with the radio, as the NGO has a public radio station on which I can do « sensibilisations » on issues surrounding girl’s empowerment. Besides the initial definite project, I will be working with the other 5+ NGOs in the town that work with youth development and specifically girl’s empowerment as well as collaborating with the Health volunteer in my town and the Natural Resource Management volunteer only 7k away. Before coming to Togo, I was concerned about not having enough work to do but now I am sure I have a plethora of opportunities and will be working against the clock. I feel very lucky for my post because I’m in the middle of the action here in Togo and I can get coffee and bread!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-45634721249937779702009-10-11T03:52:00.000-07:002009-10-15T07:25:08.070-07:00Under the Mango TreeYesterday was a disappointing day for Togo. Togo lost to Cameroon 3-0 in the qualifying match for the World Cup in South Africa. I watched part of the game at a small buvette near the grande stade in Tsevie where many young boys play aspiring to someday go to the World Cup. It reminded me of being in the heart of Paris in 2006 during the World Cup when France lost to Italy. What a blow to a national ego.<br /><br />Many of my best times in Togo have been spent under the encompassing Mango tree that shades my host family’s compound. I talk with my host mom as she prepares my meals, and secretly pray for the mangos to ripen before I leave Tsevie. I sometimes get the privilege of fanning the coal stove as my mom tells me snippets about her life, about her sisters or the baby that she’s having at the end of the month. She is still working hard even 8 ½ months into the pregnancy; birth is a more natural part of life here and not a reason to pause. I am so excited for the baby to be born; my host mom tells me I will have a new brother soon.<br /><br />I have become more aware of my mission here in Togo and more convinced of the necessity and feasibility of the work I will be doing. I will receive my assignment next week I am very excited to see where in Togo I will be placed. The situation for many girls in Togo is very difficult as there are many pressures keeping them from continuing their studies and the drop out rate is extraordinarily high. Yet there are many people in Togo who understand the necessity of improving education for girls in Togo and support the mission of the Girl’s Education and Empowerment Program for the Peace Corps. My job is to work for the basic human rights of Togolese girls and women. The best part of my job is that I can institute this mission the way I see fit and best interests me. For example, I can choose to focus part of my work on environmental education through creating a community garden to help girls generate income, promoting use of plants with high nutritional value and creating science clubs for girls.<br /><br />I am a few weeks in to training and life seems a bit routine now. I’ll give a glimpse into a typical day though note that no day is typical. For someone like me who fears monotony this schedule is ideal.<br /><br />4:00 am Jolted awake by the surprisingly loud sweeping of the compound and the street in front of the house by “domestiques” (girls that work at our house) Revel in the fact that I still have 2 more hours to sleep.<br />6:00 am Wake up and fill my bucket up for a cold bucket shower. Savor the feeling because this is the last time in the day I will be cold. Eat breakfast (bread with jam/cheese, omelets, beignets or oatmeal and instant coffee)<br />7:15 am Ride my mountain bike through the bumpy sandy roads to the Salle-Tech where my classes are held. Greeted by many strangers on the street with “Bonjour”.<br />8:00-10:00 Language Learning. Class size – 2. Practice speaking in practical situations such as what to when you need to throw up in the nine seat bush taxi because you’re sandwiched between 15 people a chicken and a goat.<br />10:00-12:00 Technical Training. Learning how to present life skills lessons such as “Can Boys And Girls Be Friends”. Plenty of clapping (called bonks) and icebreaker games.<br />12:00-2:30pm Midi Repos. Ride my bike home for lunch, which usually consists of a salad with spaghetti, french fries called calicos, Fufu, fried bananas or hotdogs or any combination. (note: I’m a pseudo-veg here in Togo and only eat hotdogs to avoid getting fur and eyeballs on my plate)<br />2:30-5:00 Field Trip. Have taken trips to local schools and schools an hour away in a smaller town to observe a PCV in action.<br />5:00-5:30 Tutoring. More French.<br />5:30-6:00 Hang out at the Tchouk house or buvette for a bit. Hurry home before dark at 6.<br />6:00-7:00 Hang out with host fam. This consists of the kids playing hand games and hugging and kissing me saying, “Tu est tres tres jolie!!!” Eat dinner.<br />8:00 French homework. Bucket shower in the dark admiring the stars. Get ready for bed and fall asleep at 8:30.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-78630089873873970972009-10-04T09:49:00.000-07:002009-10-15T07:27:09.035-07:00Yovo, Yovo, Bonsoir Ca Va Bien MerciMy blog title is the song I constantly have stuck in my head because there is a chorus that greets me with that song as I ride down the street.<br /><br />I just moved into my host family’s home in a large town near Lome. My family has two little kids. They are so cute and I taught them to “high-five” so now every time they see me they say “Meghan! Highfive!.” My family’s compound is very fancy; with electricity, a tv, a gazebo called a “peyote” and a beautifully landscaped lawn. While electricity is available, everything besides sleeping and tv watching is done outdoors including cooking on a coal stove, taking bucket showers in an outside enclosure, using the latrine, brushing teeth, doing laundry in a bucket and eating meals. Families in Togo do not eat together, usually the women, men and children eat separately, and I eat alone! My host family has a couple of girls who work on the compound to help with the kids and the chores and to help make juice to sell. They won’t let me lift a finger.<br />Training has been going well, this week has been focused on itineraries and schedules as well as how to maintain our new mountain bikes we were given to ride during our time in Togo. I have French class everyday, but there’s only two of us in my class so I feel like my skills will improve rapidly. Already, I only speak French to my host family. They also speak Ewe, which is a native language widespread in Togo and Ghana. Their kids speak mostly Ewe because they haven’t learned much French in school yet.<br /><br />I attended church with my new friend, who is around 26 and also lived in Belgium for awhile and loves to ski like me. She is tres chic and a great person to talk to because she somewhat understands Western culture and where I’m coming from. She took me to the Penecostal church where she sings in the choir, and the choir director asked me to come on stage to sing! Politely turned down that offer, since I don’t exactly know many Christian songs en francais. That lasted for one hour. She then took me to the other Penecostal church where my host family attends, and we prayed and danced and singed for 3 hours! It shows how much patience the Togolese have, as I don’t know many churchgoers in the US that would tolerate anything over an hour! We had to give an offering three times in a congo line to the front of the church and many people at the service were speaking in tounges. But last night, I woke up at one in the morning to praying, singing and chanting outside my bedroom door which really scared me at first but then just made it difficult to sleep. Apparently my host family decided to have a church service at the house at one AM, for reasons I couldn’t discern.<br /><br />Among the highlights of the week was our Ultimate Frisbee game at the Stade here in town. I brought Valerie, who works for my host mom and many of the other PCVs brought members of their host family. It was an awesome game, even though Togolese don’t play Ultimate Frisbee, they caught on fast! We had good-sized teams and the game was awesome. I took one for the team when one of the 180-pound PCVs and me went for the Frisbee at one time and he fell on top of me. I now have a gnarley bruise.<br /><br />I experienced Tchouk (sp?) for the first time yesterday. It’s a Togolese home brewed beer. It’s only 50 CFA or 10 cents for a beer. It tastes kind of like Kombucha and still has a bunch of yeast residue, but not too bad and a great way to meet people.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-12078819459639145752009-09-23T03:42:00.000-07:002009-09-23T04:23:12.933-07:00first impressions<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">I stepped off the plane in Lome, Togo after traveling for around twenty-four hours. As I approached the airport door, a Togolaise Peace Corps staffperson with kind eyes led me by hand into a cramped but cool room where fellow volunteers were gathering. The airport was bustling with activity at 7 pm and several travelers inquired, "Vous êtes Corps de la Paix?" and welcomed us. My autonomy seemed to be instantly revoked as my baggage and passport were taken by staff who herded me into a Landrover and drove me to my destination. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">My first few nights in Lome were spent at a Guest House with unexpected luxuries such as a cold trinkle of water also known as a shower, and a toilet in my room. I woke up in a fit of laughter because the chorus of roosters that roam the street had incredibly jolting "cockadoodle-doos"at 5:45 am, only minutes before my alarm was set to ring. Walking the sandy streets of Lome, I am met by small children exclaiming, "Yovo!" which means, "White Person!", and many greetings by knowing strangers. The beach is only several blocks from the guest house, and I have been lulled to sleep by the waves. There is a bar on the beach and it has become rapidly apparent that the drinking culture in Togo rivals that of Belgium. The beach is beautiful and inviting but unfit for swimming. The waves are taunting me to be conquered by a surfboard, a request that will likely never be met.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;">Togo has thus far has surpassed many of my expectations and come far from meeting others. I am so grateful for the cool breeze, the delicious food, the optomistic staff and fellow volunteers, forgiving smiles of Togolaise as I confidently chime spout my far from perfect French, the flora and fauna that have no order, the absence of gettingtoknowyou games and the anticipation of living life without the consumption of many of the world's precious resources. However, I thought that development in the capitol would surpass my expectations but it is clear already that Togo is grossly underdeveloped.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Training so far has been very technical, dealing with malaria, taking a sponge shower, choosing a bike and taking an oral French exam. I'll be moving into a host family's home tonight, jumping into a life I can't even start to imagine. I will be eating three meals a day with the family and sleeping in their house. Training is in Tsivie, about 30 K from Lome. I am not nervous but only determined to make a positive impression on my family. I can't begin to comprehend the enormity of the challenge that I've seemed to wander into, but I have stayed calm and confident by focusing on one day at a time. Like never before, my past experiences of backpacking and traveling ensemble et seul have alleviated many potential shocks of this experience and allowed me to only focus on the most extreme adaptions that must be made. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;">Send some fan mail this way...I may not have internet for a long time after this post! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px; ">Avec l'amour, Meghan</span><br /></p> <!--EndFragment-->Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-55902312747681848562009-09-15T15:57:00.001-07:002009-09-15T17:58:14.178-07:00Goodbye Concrete Jungle, Hello Tropical Jungle<div>I'm packing like a mad woman to leave for Philadelphia tomorrow morning. I can bring two bags of 50 lbs. The hardest part of packing has been finding clothes that are "appropriate" for Togo. Togolese business casual means covering knees and shoulders, so no showing off my knees! My favorite items that I've packed include:</div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>New Chaco sandals, half off for Peace Corps volunteers</li><li>Toilet Paper from REI to ease into Togo bathroom habits</li><li>Bug Hut tent to keep the skeeters away</li><li>Sketch book and art supplies to document Africa</li><li>Toys to give to the kids in Togo</li><li>Yoga book so I can teach a yoga class in my village</li><li>Monday New York Times crossword puzzles</li><li>Hackey sack</li><li>Harmonica</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOc9FeccWqD6aksw5awAVF0Xv3Lax6g3pq8BPYtQqxdp39HriYietGzO3ApUtvq_iQ4I0jpigaaabQ9ZpXBs3CI5uoR9SpwN0HZ4FzqMWmPvUxBO7-n6J2NspiEUUtmHXwGOfcRBAi2WsP/s1600-h/IMG_8296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOc9FeccWqD6aksw5awAVF0Xv3Lax6g3pq8BPYtQqxdp39HriYietGzO3ApUtvq_iQ4I0jpigaaabQ9ZpXBs3CI5uoR9SpwN0HZ4FzqMWmPvUxBO7-n6J2NspiEUUtmHXwGOfcRBAi2WsP/s320/IMG_8296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381832797631266546" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My mom made me pose in all of my new Togo outfits for pictures.<div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LeNG0NuT6wpjIsJoTXTRh7XLoJjyFlDGplOGbXa5BzeQr-Ftqw5m4TGmSkDIQX1gljlobdxM78Rl9TZBiSxuuKYiS65UcERiQ0wGjYY77MpK1unnXqyCF5ebhKu7802QNWWQBwmqh1d4/s1600-h/IMG_8298.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LeNG0NuT6wpjIsJoTXTRh7XLoJjyFlDGplOGbXa5BzeQr-Ftqw5m4TGmSkDIQX1gljlobdxM78Rl9TZBiSxuuKYiS65UcERiQ0wGjYY77MpK1unnXqyCF5ebhKu7802QNWWQBwmqh1d4/s320/IMG_8298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381832783060716434" /></a> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My life in 100 lbs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a letter from the Peace Corps to families and friends to keep in touch! It's only 96 cents to send me a letter : )</div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dear Families,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Greetings from the Togo Desk in Washington, D.C.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is with great pleasure that we welcome your family member to the Togo training program.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Over the years we have received many questions from Volunteers and family members alike regarding travel plans, sending money, relaying messages and mail, etc.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we are unable to involve ourselves in the personal arrangements of Volunteers, we would like to offer you advice and assistance in advance by providing specific examples of situations and how we suggest they be handled.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Irregular Communication.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b></span><span style=""><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Please see #3 for the mailing address to Peace Corps' office in Lomé the capital of Togo).</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></i></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The mail service in Togo is not as efficient as the U.S. Postal Service.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thus, it is important to be patient.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It can take from three to four weeks for mail coming from Togo to arrive in the United States via the Togolese mail system.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From a Volunteer’s post, mail might take up to one to two months to reach the United States depending upon how far the Volunteer is from the capital city, Lomé.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes mail is hand carried to the States by a traveler and mailed through the U.S. postal system.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This leg of the trip can take another several weeks as it is also dependent on the frequency of travelers to the U.S.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We suggest that in your first letters, you ask your Volunteer family member to give an estimate of how long it takes for him or her to receive your letters and then try to establish a predictable pattern of how often you will write to each other.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also try numbering your letters so that the Volunteer knows if he or she missed one.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Postcards should be sent in envelopes--otherwise they may be found on the wall of the local post office.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peace Corps Togo has established “The Lomé Limo” which runs up and down the country monthly, delivers mail, medical supplies, and sometimes volunteers or staff to central sites along the national road. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Volunteers often enjoy telling their “war” stories when they write home.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Letters might describe recent illnesses, lack of good food, isolation, etc.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">While the subject matter is often good reading material, it is often misinterpreted on the home front</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please do not assume that if your family member gets sick that he or she has not been attended to.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The city of Lomé has medical and dental facilities, and there is a Peace Corps Medical Officer there as well.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Most Volunteers can reach Lomé in less than one day’s time.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many Volunteers also have access to a telephone so that they can call our Medical Office.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the event of a serious illness the Volunteer is sent to Lomé and is cared for by our Medical Unit.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If the Volunteer requires medical care that is not available in Togo, he/she will be medically evacuated to South Africa or to the United States.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fortunately, such circumstances are very rare.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If for some reason your communication pattern is broken and you do not hear from your family member for at least </span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">one month</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, you should contact the </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Office of Special Services (OSS) at Peace Corps in Washington at 1-800-424-8580, extension 1470 (or direct: 202-692-1470)</span></span></b></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The OSS Emergency number above is a duty phone that is responded to 24 hours a day.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The OSS will then call the Peace Corps Director in Lomé, and ask her to check up on the Volunteer.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also, in the case of an emergency at home (death in the family, sudden illness, etc.), please do not hesitate to call OSS immediately, so that the Volunteer can be informed by a member of Peace Corps/Togo staff.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Telephone Calls.</span></span></b></span><span style=""><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The telephone system in Lomé, Togo has fairly reliable service to the United States.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the interior of the country, where most of our Volunteers are located, the system is less reliable.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Most Volunteers have access to a telephone in or nearby their site.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When dialing direct to Togo from the U.S., dial 011 (the international access code) + 228 (the country code) + the number.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Volunteers generally set up phone calls with people in the U.S. in advance, and have the distant party call them, which is much less expensive than calling the U.S. from Togo.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many volunteers decide to purchase cellphones once they arrive in Togo, but they may not always have regular reception at their site.</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Togo Desk in Washington, D.C. usually calls the Peace Corps office in Lomé at least once a week.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However, these calls are reserved for business only and we cannot relay personal messages over the phone.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you have an </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">urgent message</span></span></b></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, however, and have exhausted your other means (regarding travel plans, etc.), you can call the Desk, and the message will be relayed.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sending Packages.</span></span></b></span><span style=""><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Parents and Volunteers like to send and receive care packages through the mail.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, sending packages can be a frustrating experience for all involved due the high incidence of theft and heavy customs taxes.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You may want to send inexpensive items through the mail, but there is no guarantee that these items will arrive.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We do not recommend, however, that costly items be sent through the mail. Even though many Volunteers sometimes choose to get local post office boxes, you may always use the following address to send letters and/or packages to your family member:</span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in;mso-outline-level:1"><span style=""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><span lang="FR" style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">John Doe, PCV</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in;mso-outline-level:1"><span lang="FR" style=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Corps de la Paix</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in;mso-outline-level:1"><span lang="FR" style=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></b></span><span style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">B.P. 3194</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in;mso-outline-level:1"><span style=""><b><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lomé, Togo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:113.7pt;text-indent:30.3pt"><span style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">West Africa</span></span></b></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is recommended that packages be sent in padded envelopes if possible, as boxes tend to be taxed more frequently.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Packages can be sent via surface mail (2-3 weeks arrival time) or by ship (4-6 months).</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The difference in cost can be a factor in deciding which method to utilize.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For lightweight but important items (e.g. airline tickets), DHL (an express mail service) does operate in Lomé, but costs are very expensive.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you choose to send items through DHL, you must address the package to the Country Director, s/c Corps de la Paix, 48 Rue de Rossignols, Quartier Kodjoviakopé, Lomé, Togo.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The telephone number for the Peace Corps office in Togo is (228) 221-0614, should DHL need this information.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you send the item to the Country Director, no liability can be assumed.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For more information about DHL, please call their toll free number, 1-800-CALL-DHL, or visit their web site at www.dhl.com.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please be aware that there is a customs fee for all DHL packages sent to Volunteers.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For each DHL package, the Volunteer will be taxed 10,000 CFA (roughly US$20).</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sending airplane tickets and/or cash is not recommended.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Certain airlines will allow you to buy a prepaid ticket in the States; they will telex their Lomé office to have the ticket ready.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, this system is not always reliable.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many airlines (e.g., KLM, Air France, Ghana Airways, Air Togo) fly into Lomé or Accra, but each has its own policy on pre-paid tickets.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please call the airline of your choice for more information.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You could also send tickets via DHL as mentioned previously.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However, Peace Corps will assume no liability in the event of a lost/stolen airline ticket.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Trying to send cash or airline tickets is very risky and is discouraged.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If your Volunteer family member requests money from you, it is his/her responsibility to arrange receipt of it.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some Volunteers use Western Union, which has an office in Lomé.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Volunteers will also be aware of people visiting the States and can request that they call his/her family when they arrive in the States should airline tickets need to be sent back to Togo.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">4. E-mail.</span></span></b></span><span style=""><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is fairly reliable e-mail service in Togo with cyber cafes in most large towns.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Connections can be very slow and time consuming as well as costly.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E-mail, however, may become the preferred method of communication between you and your family member in Togo.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not all Volunteers have access to e-mail on a daily basis but they should be able to read and send messages at least once a month.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As with other means of communication, do not be alarmed if you do not receive daily or weekly messages.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unless in Lomé at the office, Volunteers have to pay for internet time at cyber cafes and this can be a slow or expensive process depending on the connection at the café.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We hope this information is helpful to you during the time your family member is serving as</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a Peace Corps Volunteer in Togo. We understand how frustrating it is to communicate with your family member overseas and we appreciate your using this information as a guideline.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Please feel free to contact us at the Togo Desk in Washington, DC, if you have further questions.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our phone number is (800) 424-8580, ext. 2326/2325, or locally at (202) 692-2326/2325.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sincerely,</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-.25in"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jennifer Brown, Country Desk Officer</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:44.65pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Evan Baker, Country Desk Officer</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:44.65pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <br /></div>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9141054893270639545.post-42744671187674922982009-09-04T14:32:00.000-07:002009-09-04T20:27:55.991-07:00Peace Corps Application ProcessI am leaving for Peace Corps Togo on September 16th after waiting to leave for over 17 months! In the past 17 months, I've earned a college degree, scaled the Grand Tetons, scaled the steps of Congress, danced to bluegrass in Wyoming, danced among the Obamas and Bidens at the inaugural ball, loved, and lost, been homeless by choice and sedentary by force, and have been truly blessed. Thank you to all of my friends and family who have supported me through this process and kept me on track when I was tempted to run away from my goals!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Peace Corps Application Process, Meghan Style</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">March 2008</span>: Nominated by Denver Peace Corps Office for an Environmental Education program in Middle East/North Africa (assumed Morocco) in March 2009</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">June 2008</span>: Dental Exam, Medical Exam, Immunizations, Blood Tests, Eye Exam</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">September 2008</span>: Had to redo blood test</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">November 2008</span>: More in depth medical exams, Told that I had been switched from Middle East/North Africa to Sub Saharan Africa </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">December 2008</span>: Re-interviewed over the phone for the Peace Corps, told that I would no longer be leaving in March 2008</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">February 2009: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Written about</span> in an <a href="http://www.newsvine.com/_news/2009/02/18/2450041-work-for-america-nonprofits-see-applications-rise">AP article</a> about rising number of Peace Corps Applications </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">March 2009</span>: Accepted an invitation to serve as an Environmental Education Volunteer in Mauritania, Africa on June 16, 2009</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">June 9, 2009</span>: Received call from Peace Corps telling me that they were not able to secure visas for Peace Corps volunteers and they were not sure if or when we'd be leaving</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">July 2009</span>: Mauritania program cancelled, invited to Togo as a Girl's Empowerment and Education volunteer in September 2009 </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">August 2009: </span>Another Dental Exam</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">September 2009</span>: Leaving for Philly on September 16 and then Lome, Togo via Paris on September 18!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div>Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985929847473163156noreply@blogger.com