We’ll get to the title
later, but I think it’s rather self explanatory.
For now, ‘A Typical Day
in the Life of Trainee Josh’
Some random hour in the
night – Depending on a variety of factors, run to
the bathroom.
05:30 – Well good morning 500 chickens 20 feet away from my room, I will
eat you all someday. Deep fried, grilled, baked, sauteed, or raw if I have to.
But mark my words, I will have my revenge. /go back to sleep.
06:30 – Wake up again to my alarm (I have been ignoring the chickens and
roosters). Still tired, don’t hear too much activity around me, and its a
little cold in the rainy season w/o sheets. My solution? Go back to sleep.
06:50 – Ok, my family is awake and I need to be too if I want breakfast.
Push aside mosquito net, clothes, toiletries, breakfast, etc, etc.
*Side note, breakfast
every day without fail is this: Lipton tea, a hard-boiled egg, a baguette, and
2 cubes of sugar for the tea. Though considering that if left to my own devices
I wouldn’t eat any breakfast at all, this is awesome.
07:45 – Ride my velo (bike) a few kilometers to a fellow volunteer’s house
for class (every forth day it’s at mine). This is how I wake up, cause all they
have here is Nescafe (insert trademark here) for coffee. I could take a Zemi,
but that adds up when you make as little as a volunteer trainee (about $3/day).
***Sometimes we replace class with a trainee wide meeting at Project
Songhai for medical, admin, culture, and diversity training. It’s basically an
excuse to round us all up so they can shoot us full of chemicals (this week it
was Rabies!). But don’t mis-interpret this; I love my vaccines almost as much
as I love not having Rabies (or Yellow Fever, or Hep A, or any of the other
wonderful viruses and bacteria that are prevalent in the world).
08:00 – Start class with my facilitator Masso and three other students who
are way better at French than me (both a curse and a blessing)
10:30 – About now my brain is ready to explode, so we take a break for 15
to 20 minutes. We all speak English while Masso continuously reminds us that “Anglais
est mort, parle Francais!”
12:30 – Break again for lunch. Time to put that French to use! I have three
choices every day; Rice, Pate, or if I’m lucky, Spaghetti. I don’t really
choose pate very often, paying for it seems . . . wrong, you can’t understand
why until you try it. They like to put
fish on everything in the south, but I’m not a big fan, so I’ll take the bread and
sauce tomate instead.
13:30 – Continue avec le francais! Tell Masso what happened at lunch en
francais.
For example, try
translating this:
We all wanted rice for lunch, and we found a place who said they had
rice. Once we sat down (chairs are not expected here by the way) they asked if
we wanted avocado. I assumed they meant with the rice and three of us said yes.
Then I said I want bread with mine. When the food was served one person got
rice, two people got a salad (with avocado, and one with an omelet but not the
other) and I got a piece of bread (no rice, no avocado, just bread).
Isn’t speaking remedial
French fun?!?
15:30 – My brain has shut down. I’m smiling, nodding, and have ‘repute si
vous plait’ engrained in my vocabulary. Unfortunately at this point I’m spent,
but at least I get a quick break to recover and finish off the school day.
17:00 – Officially in zombie mode. My brain is mush, I operate on basic
motor functions to get home and eat a snack my papa has gotten me. This food is
normally great; homemade tapioca, yovo doughnut holes, Kluis Kluis (a spicy
peanut green bean looking thing), corn based pudding, fried sweet potatoes,
etc. This is one of my favorite parts of the day.
17:30 – Start French homework, bang head against wall, study verbs I didn’t
remember in class, bang head against wall, practice oral comprehension with my
family, bang head against wall
20:30 – Dinner time! I help if I can, but I’m normally only allowed to
watch, so yea. Wash hands in a series of bowls, eat traditional (with your
right hand) or western depending on the food, and enjoy fruit for dessert
(always an orange before today, yay mini bananas).
Quick side note about
fruit: Banana in French is banane. Pineapple in French is ananas. Try saying
Banane ananas five times fast . . . I’ll wait. Longue langue is another one
(long tongue). Yay tongue twisters.
21:00 – Take a bucket bath/shower. This is my second favorite part of the day;
it’s HOT at night so semi-cool well water feels like a polar swim back in
Colorado. Write a quick paragraph or two for this blog (I have to do it all in
advance and upload it at a cyber café), boil and filter water for the next day,
sweep/clean my room, finish any lingering French homework or practice.
22:30 – Go to sleep. I have not had a bed time for over 14 years, but this
one is self enforced. The Beninese seemingly never sleep cause they stay up
later than me without fail, and are awake before me every day (is country-wide
insomnia a thing?).
Back to the Rice (or tomatoes)
So I got sick for the
first of, an expected, many times a few days ago. I blame food poisoning, which
is probably a safe bet here with some of the street venders. I know how to look
for a safe one, but sometimes you just pull the short straw.
The vendors are
comparable to hot dog venders in the states, but instead of a cart, they have a
table, and instead of a grill, they have covered (if you are smart) coolers.
And I’m decently sure that you don’t need a license here to sell food. So when
I say I know what to look for, I mean that I look for the vendor (normally
women trying to contribute to the family) who covers her food, cooks in front
of you if possible, and has something of a permanent set up. This usually (but
not this time) works.
In any case after
puking and running to the latrine every two hours like clockwork, I decided I
wasn’t going to class the next day and called medical. It was a bit confusing
cause I called at 6 in the morning, but that’s what on-call is for (French is difficult,
but Franglish with a drowsy accent is indecipherable). After around 6 phone
calls and poor phone reception, I decided to just sleep it off rather than go
to the medical unit in Cotonou. I’m all better now, but I have nightmares about
rice and sauce tomate. It’s just on a plate not doing anything, but I know that
it’s just bidding its time, waiting for its next opportunity.
My end result; Healthy
with a few extra bacteria running around in my system waiting for friends
(otherwise known as reinforcements).
Final 3
I tried to upload some pictures, but it's proving to be a futile effort. Sorry.
I also updated my contact info with accurate shipping info, and how to call/text me.
I (will try to) update a list of things on the sidepanel which if you send me, buy my love for the period of time it takes me to consume them/it.