A message from Anne
By popular request I am allowed to contribute something to the blog for
the first time, so here goes as a virgin blogger! A few people have been
wondering what my job is all about. There have been times when I have wondered
too. I am, in fact, one of a group of 13 international volunteers working on the
VSO education programme in the Far North of Cameroon. The other vols are
French-Canadian apart from one girl who is Portuguese. We are all female apart
from one young man who holds his own very nicely amongst us females. The
international volunteers are working in pairs with national volunteers who are
supposed to ease the way for les blancs, helping with any logistical,
linguistic or cultural problems. My job has been slow to get started as many
formal introductions and explanations have had to be made before I can get my
teeth into anything. My little homologue or counterpart is a sort of African
Del-boy with fingers in many pies with his aim being to make as much money and
gain much status as possible in the community. He has proved to be very
unreliable- in the last week, he has made 5 arrangements to meet me and has
either turned up very late or not at all. I finally had a controlled(?)
explosion and announced that if he did not appear within an hour of the
appointed time, I would be leaving! I am not sure where I would have gone as my
options are pretty limited here but the message obviously got through and he
arrived at Last week I was invited to the closest school to take part in International Teachers’ Day. The day before, I trundled along at break time to ask if I could do anything to help or make a contribution. When I arrived the headteacher and staff were in the staffroom ie lying under a tree! Much to my discomfort a chair was brought for me-I would have been happier on the ground with the others. During break an old woman arrived with a large basin of chickpeas, straight off the fire. The staff (and a passing sheep) helped themselves to handfuls which they consumed while discussing what they were willing to pay for them. In the end, the old woman got the equivalent of 20p and went off quite happily. In answer to my question about a contribution, the headteacher immediately suggested that I buy beer! By this time the half hour break had stretched to 45 minutes before the head summoned a child to bang the dustbin lid that serves as a bell and all returned to class. Teachers’ Day dawned and my homologue came to collect me-only an hour and a half late this time. On this occasion, I was shown into the headteacher’s compound. They all seem to live on site. There the 3 female teachers (a rarity) were preparing the meal over a wood fire. There were two pots, one containing the legs and heads of chickens! I was not invited to sample these but would have given it a go if asked. Those of you who know me well, know that I will try any kind of food. After a while it was announced that we would go off to fetch the beer on motos. When we got back with the crates strapped to the bikes, the headteacher’s wife (a member of staff) appeared from behind the hut having just had a wash. The head himself then thought he should have a bit of a scrub and disappeared briefly to reappear in his suit. The meal eventually got underway in a classroom. A basin of water and bar of soap were brought for handwashing while the meal was served on plates on the floor. My meal was washed down with juice as they obviously thought I would not drink beer. While we ate, I became aware of the fact that children were gathering at the door. They were allowed to come in when we had finished eating and eat what we had left on our plates. Children come last in the great scheme of things here, while at home our children get the very best that we can provide. Child abuse is common and we have already encountered it. One of the teachers I have visited at work carries a large stick for discipline purposes. Well, that is my job so far. I feel I am being paid for doing very little while Hamish slogs for hours at the hospital, struggling with French and Fulfulde and not being paid at all so far. Those of you who wanted to know about my job might now be sorry and settle for the bits Hamish delivers normally! We feel hugely privileged to be here. Bye for now or am I a redundant blogger? Anne x PS I am off to check the biggest pumpkin in the world which I have halved and laid out in the sun to sweeten as per instructions. Hope the lizards don’t get it before we do! |