Thursday, May 20, 2010
bazin
kids at school
Here’s a picture of some of the kids at school sitting on the steps right outside the classroom. We sing songs the first thing every morning, so that’s why they’re clapping. I know a lot of kid’s songs at this point. I’ve learned plenty of new vocabulary from the songs, too, along with them.
There are only 6 weeks left of the school year. We are practicing a special song for a big end-of-the-year party on the last day, June 30th.
bagged water
This is a scene I came upon the other day when I turned a corner at market. I thought it was cool and something I’d never see back in the states. Maybe there it would be a bunch of boys making stockpiles of water ballons instead.
These ladies are making plastic bags of water to sell. In hot season we need to drink a lot of water here! This water is straight from the tap, so I can’t drink it. When I go on bus trips I can find sealed bags of water, they are blue and have printing on them, and that water is safe to drink, so I do get to have the experience of biting a hole in the corner and drinking out of a plastic bag. Have you ever drank your water that way? There are also big plastic bottles of water that can be found, but these are a lot more expensive and not as interesting.
garibouts
In the background you can see some of the people and the activity on the base from the Assembly General we had here at Eastertime. In the foreground are 4 garibout boys eating rice out of a big bowl. Garibouts are boys taken to live together by a Maribout, a Muslim teacher, to memorize the Koran and fund the Maribout with the money that they get from begging on the streets. They are given by their families at quite a young age and then they are treated worse than animals and sent out on the street everyday to beg for food and money. It is really a heartbreaking situation that I am faced with every time I leave the walls of the base, or in this case I didn’t even have to leave the base because the boys came to the gate to ask for food since they heard the noise of all the people that were here and they came to beg for leftovers. This is one of those things here that is hard to see and hard to think about, but I don’t ever want to become calloused to it.