Feb 23, 2009

what is the what

“Whatever I do, however I find a way to live, I will tell these stories. I have spoken to every person I have encountered these last difficult days…because to do anything else would be something less than human. I speak to these people, and I speak to you because I cannot help it. It gives me strength, almost unbelievable strength, to know that you are there. I covet your eyes, your ears, the collapsible space between us. How blessed are we to have each other? I am alive and you are alive so we must fill the air with our words. I will fill today, tomorrow, every day until I am taken back to God. I will tell stories to people who will listen and to people who don’t want to listen, to people who seek me out and to those who run. All the while I will know that you are there. How can I pretend that you do not exist? It would be almost as impossible as you pretending that I do not exist.”

“What is the What”
Excerpt from the autobiography of Valentino Achak Deng; written by Dave Eggers.
I highly recommend the read. :-)

Feb 21, 2009

meet the farmers

This past week I spent three days out in the "field". I traveled up to the districts of Mopeia and Morrumbala in Zambezia Province to visit with the local farmers who are actively involved in our agricultural projects. It was incredibly refreshing to see a different area of Mozambique than what I have experienced thus far. These districts were lush and green with tall grass, fields of maize, thick bush and rock formations randomly protruding throughout the landscape. The air was much cooler in the evenings (though the sun was incredibly intense during the day)! I accompanied our director of agricultural programs in Zambezia Province, who is a wealth of knowledge! The four hour drive to and from and the walks through the bush and meeting with the farmers was a wonderful educational experience for me. (I'm still learning to identify the different crops planted and harvested here in Moz.)

*Side note: for those of you who may not know, Mozambique had no annual emergencies this year! No flooding or cyclones. The southern half of the country is experiencing a drought, but it has not yet reached emergency status. I therefore have been transferred over to Agriculture to continue working on up and coming proposals and to do some monitoring and evaluation on current projects. I find it a bit ironic the year I work abroad on an emergency response program there are no emergencies!!

The field site visits were positive for the majority. The results of current projects were cut in half with the success. The majority of the multiplication plots that WV created, trained and supported were doing well; though some were planted late and therefore are lacking in average growth for this time of year. Other fields where farmers hired out workers who did not receive the training were suffering. A couple fields were quite miserable in that they didn't succeed at all. A new animal traction project has started and we spoke with three different farmers groups in these two districts to participate in the project. A cow and a plow will be provided to introduce an alternative to weeding by hand and hoe. The cow will also produce milk and eventually be joined with a bull to produce a calf, which will be given to another farmers groups to sustain the project. The lack of rainfall was an issue with all farmers. Weeding was the biggest complaint and culprit to the crops suffering. Hopefully the animal traction project will assist in this problem. Crops planted and assessed included maize, rice, cotton, millet, sesame and peanut. And a few others exotic to N.America and which I can't remember at the moment. :-)

I really enjoyed this time out in the field and meeting with the farmers. It brought to life the words I've been writing in proposals for the past few months. A beautiful thing!

Pics are posted on my flickr site. You can check out the sunshine and the green. :-)

Feb 18, 2009

little fingers

I bent over to look at the little white worm that was being pulled from the root of a peanut plant. It was killing the crop. I could barely see it, the size of my pinky fingernail. It is hard to believe such a little thing can do so much damage.

The hot midday African sun beat down on my already lobster-red neck and shoulders, I swatted fly after fly, brushing off fuzzy little inchworms that continually wanted to crawl up my pant legs. Little boys in ragged shorts with big bellies and protruding belly buttons and huge grins with missing front teeth stared at me; their bare feet covered in the rich soil as they nervously tried to stand still. I was among our field staff and visiting farmers who are actively involved in WVs agricultural projects. It was the fifth site we’d seen this day.

Straining to understand the Portuguese and focus on the conversation being had around the uprooted plant, I felt a tiny little brush upon my elbow. I figured it was a dragonfly. I continued to try and focus. A few moments later, I again felt a light brush up against my skin, a tickle almost. I turned around to see what it was. My eyes met those of a small child, a baby, whose eyes got really big and then quickly gave me the most beautiful sheepish smile. Her pudgy little fingers grabbed my arm. The mother met my gaze and grinned.

The child’s touch, the slightest most honest touch, grabbed at my heart today. Today I saw more poverty, more real life, than I want to tell about; I wasn’t humbled, I didn’t feel guilt or pity. I came home and cried. Mozambique is a country on the recovery of a deep and debilitating war. It is a country in extreme poverty. The term “rural” is an understatement; this county is made of bush land. High, thick, African bush land. The animals are gone; they were hunted and poached during the war. The crops are scarce and struggling. The farmers, the women, and the children all work very hard back breaking labor for very little profit. (Have you ever seen a peanut plant and how many of them you need to harvest a handful of peanuts? Many.) They struggle to have food to eat. Water is scarce; clean water is hard to find. Bellies are protruded and many lie ill on straw mats sick and dying of horrible disease. This land is beautiful from the outside - lush green bush, rock formations popping up throughout the landscape between fields of maize and cotton and peanut fields. Fluffy white clouds above in a bright blue sky. However, inside this country, where the people are, is a different reality.

This face of poverty is not necessarily new to me. But to walk within the thick of the bush and find myself meeting the faces of families catching shade beneath their mud and straw hut homes, to crouch down in the soil of their fields and point out the worms that are eating their crops, stripping them of any small amount of income to buy food, to feel the soft little fingers of a curious baby reaching out to touch me from behind – it broke my heart today. We all live with a different perspective, a choice to decide how we interpret the things that we see, what we do with our feelings, our thoughts, our beliefs, the things we share with each other and the things we keep to ourselves. I wish I could forget this feeling I had today. Leave it here in the thick African bush up in the middle of an isolated province in poverty stricken Mozambique. I really wish I could. My life would be easier to live if I could walk away. But those little fingers that reached out to me in what most likely was curiosity of my white skin, those little fingers touched me today. They brought me into the world I would right now so desperately like to leave behind and not be responsible to know of. It was the little fingers that turned me from my meeting and examining practical ways to meet the families’ needs to the eyes of the individuals I stood amongst. My attention was turned away from the problem and focused for a few moments on the people. Not on their needs and what it would take to feed them, to provide clean water, to teach them ways in which they could progress beyond the low yielding peanut crops and mud huts; but focus on the individuals I was standing next to, who had touched me and brought me into their world. I was at a loss of what to say, of how to react, so I didn’t. I smiled and turned my attention back to the meeting. And then I came home and cried.

I don’t need to wonder how such a tiny little worm can infect an entire crop; it only took a few tiny little fingers to touch me.

Feb 9, 2009

'bob' has been busy...

This past week I have had the privaledge of many new little 'bobs' surprising me! He is multiplying! And quickly. Little baby geckos are now seen scurrying across my floor, ceiling, even crawling out of my bed covers!! The funny thing with this story is that I was commenting on my multiplying geckos to an American friend who also lives in Quelimane - her "bob" (and yes, she actually named her first gecko in her house bob also! 9 months ago!) has also been multiplying. It must be the season.

The really funny bit - she was commenting on the multiplying geckos to our Mozambiquan friend who then asked her a few days later how the "baby crocodiles" in her house were doing! My friend gasped! "There are no baby CROCODILES in my house!!" Her friend continued to insist on the "crocodiles" that she was told about...gecko evidently translates to crocodile in Portuguese, but not back to English!! :-)

Feb 3, 2009

this is 'bob'

He normally resides in my pantry or up along the top of my kitchen walls. This evening he delighted me with his presence in my shower!!! Ola Bob!

Feb 2, 2009

visa run

I made a visa-run to Blantyre, Malawi this past weekend. On the ride there I slept - when I awoke at the border it felt as if I'd arrived in a completely different land! The air was COOL, the humidity was gone, mountains provided a brilliant backdrop to bright green tea plantations and tall rows of corn. It was so lush and green and colorful. Absolutely beautiful!! The mud and straw thatched huts turned to log and concrete homes. The road became paved. Bicycles were replaced with trucks and cars. Blantyre has a shopping center with a ShopRite, a Malawi version of Target, more than two restaurants :-), and a cinema! And...in Malawi they speak ENGLISH! All too good to be true! I couldn't believe I hadn't come sooner. I didn't want to leave. :-)

A colleague of a colleague gave me a ride to Blantyre and offered me to stay with his family in their home. I enjoyed home-cooked Peruvian meals and played legos with their youngest son. He is four and very talkative. :-) The compound they live on is just outside of Blantyre, up on a hill, with the most magnificent view. The air was so cool and fresh. I slept like a baby!

Here are a few (motion) snapshots from the truck - starting in Moz, crossing the border, and back again. The ride there took about six hours; the return trip took 12 1/2, complete with a flat tire on a new Land Rover (with an inadequate jack) on the one stretch of land that no cell phone reaches, no electricity can be found, 8pm, and it was raining. Thankfully I had a flashlight and an umbrella with me! The chickens on the top of the truck weren't so lucky...