Final Buzzer

I love Oprah, I’ll say it loud and proud. She is delightful, and remarkably entertaining. I am reading ‘Onward’ by Howard Schultz and there is a section in his book called ‘Things I know for sure’. In every O magazine Oprah writes a ‘What I know for sure’ article. I mean, it is hard to know anything for sure, certainty doesn’t really exist. How do you even know that you exist? Right?!

My thoughtful and intelligent roommate (#burlapsack2013, #mustachioandunclesam) also asked me what I had learned about myself, and I didn’t really have an answer. So I did some reflecting and came up with this list. So, as much as anyone can know anything for sure….

Things I know for sure after living in Cameroon for 6 months

1)      My thoughts can keep me entertained during long or unknown duration waits, but too much time alone with my thoughts can be disastrous.

2)      Regularly scheduled things that I can expect and rely on are essential when I don’t really have a schedule.

3)      There is a direct correlation with how much I like someone and how many exclamation points they use on facebook. “MAKING DINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!” Seriously, people?

4)      Also, facebook is great for the first 30 minutes when you are responding to messages and creeping your besties, but after that it is just a mass of food photos, instagram’d babies and/or puppies, and ‘give me attention’ status’.

5)      Even if I have nothing absolutely pressing to do, I still find myself making schedules on graph paper, tearing off the paper and keeping it in my pocket.

6)      I am the most satisfied, happy, and confident when I feel productive. Which is probably why I was the most addicted to extra-curricular activities.

7)      When someone nags or tries to micromanage me, all that happens is I never want to do anything for them ever again. 

8)      I fully appreciate how it is to have people around me that ‘get it’. An X alum talking about the mess that is Piper’s, camp friends to talk about staying above the sheets, or another Coady intern to talk about this whole experience with.

9)      Everyone deserves respect, but professional respect is earned. Just because you think you know something doesn't mean you are correct when you are telling me the sky is red.

10)   Critichie bites are disgusting and sore. But, there is almost nothing that a bit of hydrocortisone cream and/or some polysporin can’t fix. Though they may scar. FML.

11)   My opinion on development is still mixed, to say the least.

12)   It doesn’t feel like it is almost Christmas when it is 30 degrees and there are no apple cinnamon candles.

13)   Just to clarify, I think a lot of people had this vision of me living in a world vision commercial. I don’t live in a world vision commercial, I live in a city. I take taxis, go to night clubs, and eat at restaurants. I am yet to see a child with flies around their face in dirty clothes.

14)   I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to hear, I want you to tell me the truth.

15)   I am very happy to pay more, and get a higher quality product or service.  Happiness doesn’t have a price, but if buying an overpriced bottle of tabasco sauce makes you happy every time you use it, it is worth it.

And one more for good measure:

16)   Putting on trousers is really difficult when you have a hip injury.

There is a lot that I won’t get into detail on as I had a lot of personal growth here, which is cool.

So, how do I feel about going home? Mixed feelings I suppose.  I am thrilled to get back to the things that I once took for granted; like washing machines, hot showers, being in the same country as my loved ones. Don’t even get me started on luxuries like internet, my cellphone, being able to watch youtube videos and listen to new music, and, brace yourself, to have an oven in the house again. I am not discussing my food cravings I will finally be able to subside, but let’s just say that I spent an embarrassing about of time loading the Istanbul airport map to see if, and where, the Starbucks is (next to gate 219 past passport control in the international departures terminal, if you are wondering.). Nothing in the world would make me happier than to open a nice bottle of wine by the fire at Hogan’s Pond, poking at said fire as often as I want, wrapping myself in my snake camp quilt, and half listening to something I call doc-talk.

But.

Never again in my life will I have a time that is so laid back. My biggest challenge every day is showering in the glacier. I’ll miss the friends I have made, my non-schedule, the ease of life here, the same 20 songs that are played on repeat, boosters, the cost of living, and the food. I know when I get home I’ll crave beans and puff puffs, kanjo’s omelets, and the white bean place. You’ll probably find me wandering into Kenny’s (and after slaughtering an entire pizza), begging for some fried irish in broken pidgin.

As of late I have gotten very nostalgic. I recently had the option to head home earlier; and like a survivor challenge the offer to go home got better and better the longer I held out, but I didn’t want to leave. Though all good things must come to an end; so I’ll try not to be sad that it’s over, just happy that it happened. In the meantime, I’ll try to figure out how overweight my bag is, and I haven’t even been to the markets in Douala yet.

So, as this is my last day in Bamenda, it will also be my last post in Cameroon.

Thanks to everyone who followed along on my journey, and extra props to people who emailed or sent me facebook messages to check in. I’ll be back home the night of Saturday, Dec. 14^th, meanwhile I will be at debrief in Antigonish. Just in time for X-Ring. Coincidence? I think not.

Cameroon 2013, I can’t believe I survived.

All my love,
Maura

Stuck in an airport

Ever see someone ‘famous’ in an airport? Now when I say famous, I don’t mean you hanging out around the first class lounge at LAX. I just mean local musician, popular athlete, etc.; just someone you recognize but don’t know personally (or though facebook creeping mutual friends).

Anyone who has done a fair bit of flying I am sure has come across someone at an airport, wither it is Simple Plan in the O’Hare food court, or Jon Montgomary (Gold Metal Olympian) ahead of you in the Pearson security screening, these ‘famous’ people are always around. Always just famous enough for you to notice them, but obviously not famous enough to have security with them. Sometimes people ask for photos or autographs, but most people just stare and pretend they aren’t staring because they are too cool to act anything but totally normal.

For a significant amount of time now, I have felt like Kathy Griffith in an airport. Kathy Griffith is a comedian, who is famous in the way of ‘you’d know her to see her’. She had a show a little while ago called ‘My life on the D list’, mocking her non-celebrity, celebrity.  Kathy is famous to have almost everyone in the airport recognize her, some photos, some autographs, more than local celebrities, but significantly less than Macklemore in the economy class check in line.

You may be thinking to yourself ‘Someone get Maura home, she isn’t making sense anymore. She only wishes she was Kathy Griffith so she could fulfill her lifelong dream of being a natural ginger.’ Well, probably. But stay with me here, people.

Bamenda is a city, but the longer I am here, the longer I feel like I am in a small town. People always recognizing you from being around, familiar taxi drivers, running into friends around the city, you get the idea. Kind of like getting up to stretch your legs and seeing the same passengers work their way around their respective terminal as well. Once you’re in an airport, you can’t leave. Well, you can but you have to go out and then go back through security and it is a huge hassle. From Bamenda to the two major cities (Douala or Yaoundé) by bus is about 9 hours, even if you want a quick trip it is 7 hours to Limbe. A hassle to say the least, especially once you consider how bad the roads are for 2 hours until you get into the next region.  Therefore, I am trapped in the airport that is Bamenda. (Ironically, there is no airport in Bamenda because it was closed due to Bamenda’s isolation in relation to the rest of the country and therefore lack of use.)

I am going to say something shocking… I am white. I know I just took you by surprise, but that is something I have been hiding for a long time. I am a white girl of European decent. Considering the vast majority of the national population in Bamenda is not white, I tend to stand out like chalk on a fresh blackboard. Everyone notices me, some people ask for photos, more ask for my contact, some just want to touch my hair.  There aren’t a lot of expats in Bamenda, some Peace Corps volunteers once a month to get their paycheck, but in terms of expats who are living in the city of Bamenda full time I would say there are about 100. Of those 100, I would say 50 are here with the Baptist Mission, so they spend most of their time on their compounds. Seeing a rouge white girl roaming around trying to get her paws on either a booster or some fabric is a strange and unique site. Therefore, making me somewhat ‘famous’ because everyone sees me, most recognize me from a previous spotting, most too cool to do anything but there are a lot of double takes when I come around a corner. Therefore, I am a D-list celebrity.

Maura in Bamenda = Kathy Griffith in an airport

So I feel like I am trapped in an airport, and in three weeks from today I am travelling to Douala. It seems like I just got here and I have been here forever, all at the same time. Only 1.5 more two week cycles. I am not feeling nostalgic yet, but I think I will soon. I suppose I will get another booster and some fried irish while I still can.

All my love,
Maura

_O_ _L_ _ _ L K

The smell of fall. Can you describe it? Words that come to my mind are crisp, fresh, cold, and a little dry. Kind of sounds like I am describing an apple from the freezer where the core is frozen but the flesh hasn’t turned to ice yet, doesn’t it? You try to describe the smell of fall to someone who has never smelled it, it’s a challenge.

The only time I got sad before I left, was on a kitchen floor after indulging in a little late harvest. I wasn’t scared, I didn’t have anxiety; I was going to miss the smell of fall.

I read somewhere that scent has the closest links to memory. Who knows if that’s true or not, but I probably read it on the internet, and everything on the internet is absolutely 100% correct. (I Wikipedia’d that fact too.)

It has been 5 months now. Today, Halloween, is day 153 that I have been a resident of Bamenda, Cameroon. With the smell of fall tickling my memory (via trick or treating, you understand), it made me wonder ‘what else do I miss, and not even know it?’ Well, obviously I can’t answer that question, because I don’t know what I can’t remember to miss, but there are a lot of things that are important to me back in Canada that I just can’t remember. Confusing? Well, I can’t remember fast internet. I was astonished at the speed of the internet in Kribi and Ann had a pretty good chuckle at that considering how slow she found it. I can’t remember the taste of my mom’s partridge berry sauce. I can’t remember the sound of Hogan’s Pond slapping the wharf. I can’t remember the weight of my X-Ring, or my watch, two things I would never dare leave the house without. I can’t even remember the smell of my favourite perfume (and remember, scents are a big deal). The list goes on, but you get the idea.

It has only been 5 months and these thing were a staple in my everyday life and have been, realistically, for years. What am I going to miss about Cameroon? What am I going to not remember to miss about Cameroon? I can describe in an email, or in my (lately neglected) journal, the funny exchange I had or a moment which caused confusion. But, I can’t describe to you the glory that is a Kanjo omelet, and why precisely they have destroyed all Canadian omelets for me, for forever. I can’t journal the smell of the office, or email how my bed here feels. Not everything can be recorded, no matter how many pages of size 11 font I email or videos I record. These things will all only be in my life for 6 months total, how long will it take for me to forget it all? How long will it be until I find myself re-reading emails that I have written and not remembering any of the stories until prompted?

When I get home in December, and find myself at a kitchen table instead of the floor (because I will be 7.5 months older, therefore wiser and classier) what will I miss that will be indescribable to those who surround me?

Well, there is no way to really tell I guess. Luckily, I have kept track of as much as my attention span would allow me to dedicate to documenting something. So, I suppose I will grin and bear it, and hope that I am able to grasp everything that is indescribable as long as I possibly can.

So, Happy Halloween ghosts and gals; enjoy the smell of fall for me. May your heels, and your dignity survive the night. If not, may you drown your sorrows tomorrow in the on sale treats, while staring at a photo of Neil Patrick Harris and his family’s obviously heartwarming costumes.

All my love,
Maura

PS: For those who have not gotten an email from me in a while, I had a slight disagreement with my Hotmail, and then technology in general. Now that those have been sorted, we still do not have internet at work. I promise I still love you, and I am working my way through the list so you will hear from me soon!

Cravin' Gravy

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! Today (and tomorrow), I intend to be floating in the ocean somewhere with mama clutching a booster like a lifeline this thanksgiving day.

Life has changed drastically since this time last year. Overall, all is well and I am so grateful to have had/be having, this opportunity.

So, here is a list of things that I am thankful for. Obviously, (at least hopefully it is obvious) I am thankful for my friends, family, health, and education. I am thankful that I feel love from countless directions and have people I can call no matter the time or day. I am thankful that I have never had to worry about where my next meal is coming from, if I will have a roof over my head, if I am physically safe from warfare, or if I can afford to go to the doctor.

Since my time in Cameroon, I am still incredibly thankful for these things, and even more so than previously. Though the general themes have of course remained the same, there are some slight additions.

For example, not only am I thankful I have friends to call, I am thankful that they answer strange phone numbers. I am also thankful that I am able to keep my phone credit up enough to exchange a quick “hello, I am alive. I love you, and I miss you” with loved ones.

So, here is a list of more specific things that I never thought that I would be thankful for here, or crossed my mind in general to be thankful for to be honest.

1)      My brief knowledge of sports. People here love to talk about sports. Mostly international and EPL football, both of which I have a pretty brief knowledge of. It makes it useful for making friends and filling awkward silences. (Though everyone is a Man U fan. The most unfortunate. Chelsea fans are picking up though since Eto’o has now joined the fleet, which is something I can support. Henry will always be my least favourite player, and France my least favourite team. No matter what French Cameroonian crosses my path. #bitterirish) It is normally a pretty good conversation topic, at least until I can think of something else to discuss.

2)      My ability to say almost anything with a straight face. Now, this is one of those moments where I think my converse wearing days with all the improv kids were absolutely worth it. But my ability to say to a wanna-be suitor that I wont give them my number/date them/marry them because “my heart is with someone else”, “God has another plan for me”, “my boyfriend Scott will beat [them] up if [they] try to court me”, or my personal favourite “I have joined/am joining, the church”. It has absolutely kept me out of a few awkward situations (even if it has created several along the way).

3)      The fact that I am not the only Coady intern here. Not because I don’t think I could cut it, or wouldn’t enjoy it. But, I tend to get myself into some hilarious situations, and it is nice to have someone to attest that they actually did happen. Besides, it is nice to have someone to dream about Kenny’s with. Also, that there are other Coady interns. I think once we all get back to the nish it ill be nice to have a group of people who, though have all had incredibly different experiences, many similar ones as well. Especially when it comes to the re-adjustment process.

4)      That I am a Newfoundlander. Now, I am a proud kid from the rock any day of the week; I love my province very, very much. There aren’t too many other Canadians here, but I have met a few others (excluding the girls I came with), all about age 40 and up. Other than Dana who is from Nova Scotia, the most east you get is Ottawa. People are pretty surprised that a kid from St. John’s is here in Cameroon. Sadly, it clearly isn’t due to the population of my home being the same as Hamilton, they were all quite obviously harbouring old stereotypes about Newfoundland (because the people from Ontario clearly forgot who was helping them out via equalization payments…) The questions I have been fielding include everything from “what about the cod fishery?” to “I heard the Saint John river is beautiful and great for boating! Did you swim in it as a child?” (it is beautiful, I worked on a part of that river… when I was working at a summer camp… In Saint John, New Brunswick) to, “Newfinlind? What are you doing here?”. I feel like I am able to set at least a couple of records straight, and hey, if one mainlander says to another mainlander, “I met a girl from Newfoundland! She wasn’t a fisherperson and she seemed moderately intelligent!” I’d be thrilled. **(not that there is anything wrong with being a fisherperson, my grandfather and some uncles rocked that career, but not every single inhabitant of Newfoundland and Labrador is a fisherperson. The same way that not every single person in Quebec owns a maple syrup farm. Also, not everyone from the mainland is ignorant, it is just an unfortunate representation I have come across.)

5)      Wind Willow. This I am not going to extend on; but I am so so thankful for such a beautiful addition to my life.

6)      That I am in Bamenda. Going into this experience, I didn’t know much about Cameroon. I knew briefly about their soccer team, and could place it on a map, but that’s pretty much it. I have seen just a couple of other places in Cameroon, but Bamenda certainly seems to be the best spot, without question. Though people speak their dialect, and pidgin, most people in the city do speak English (and French). The people are welcoming, helpful and kind; and this is a fantastic spot to send a few interns. At no point have I been genuinely concerned for my safety, and it certainly a nice change of pace looking at mountains.

From this, there are also countless other things that I will never take for granted again; but there is no need to get into that now.

So, friends, family, and followers; I wish you the happiest thanksgiving imaginable. And I hope you all think of me as you eat your meal. The things would do for a turkey dinner are endless, but trading my time here on Kribi beach certainly isn’t one of them.

All my love,
Maura

Snack Time

Food, man. Food.

It’s finally game time for this blog post, buckle in fans, it is going to be a long one. You’re going to get a list here, people.

People always seem to ask “whats your favourite food/what do you like to eat”. Are you kidding me? Take me to an all you can eat and I’ll kick your butt any day of the week. India Gate can just sense it when I am on my way there.

Food was literally my #1 fear coming into this. Now, I know this sounds silly, but I love food, and I am always concerned that someone around me is hungry and trying to be polite and not saying anything. Meaning even in my dorm room there was always lots of food to bring or to offer people.

Before I came here I was reading about the Nigerian militants that abducted a French family from the North of Cameroon, thinking “but what will I eat”.  Such a thing in my life.

Now, let’s talk about Cameroonian food.

I am into my 3^rd month now so I am starting to get a pretty good handle on the food here. There are some things that I love, but some I am not too hot on, let’s just be honest. Think I’m being picky? Probably, but when was the last time you ate at a Cameroonian restaurant? What about the last time you SAW a Cameroonian restaurant? Yeah, I thought so. Let me give you a brief breakdown of food, please excuse any spelling errors, I am spelling everything phonetically.

Top 20 Most Popular Cameroonian Food Items (in my life)!

1. Achoo – The traditional meal for the North West Region. Consists of pounding coco yams and bananas and a few other things into a thick paste. Then you make a bowl/ring on your plate of the paste and add the soup into the bowl/ring. The soup consists of a few spices and things, but the main ingredients are red palm oil and large chunks of cow. You then scoop this soup up with a finger full of the paste and eat it. The texture when properly combined is similar as to what the name would suggest.

2. Jama-jama/fried vegetables/ huckleberry – It is little plant leaves wilted and then fried with oil, tomato and onion. Usually served with boiled yam or plantain, or fou-fou.

3. Fou-Fou – Now there are 2 kinds of fou-fou, water fou-fou made with… something, coco yam maybe, and fou-fou corn, made with, you guessed it, corn. I don’t know how to describe this other than a lump. It is kindof like bread dough, it a little ball, but much, much denser and white. You pull off a lump and use it to help scoop up whatever you are eating it with. Not much of a taste, so no major complaints of my part.

4. Enkwong (Eh-kwon) – This our coworker showed us how to make and it was super delicious. It is usually served with crayfish, but we omitted that and I was a really big fan of the end result. You grate coco yams, on something like a cheese grater and it becomes a paste, like paper mache paste, and then you add some spices and roll the paste into little springroll-esque things in coco yam leaves. Once you have a pot full of little coco yam springrolls you cook them and add a pile of spices and palm oil and it is like spicy deliciousness. Big fan of this one, but it is very labour intensive to make.

5. Blackened/ Burned Corn – Just corn that you toss by a fire and keep turning it until it is all ‘cooked’ or black. Then you don’t bite into it, you pick the little kernels off and pop them in your mouth like jelly beans. It is actually really good, and really fun to pick the little kernels off. It is also really easy to share with little fingers or animals that may be wandering too, which is nice. This I ate a lot of this in the village, but you can buy it on the street side in the city, as well as plums cooked in the same way.

6. Jerome Rice – Basically rice just spiced with Maggi and a pile of veggies. Really good if fish hasn’t been added. (Author’s Note: unsure of the name, I have heard this alled a few different things, but this is what I think I heard the family in Santa saying)

7. Smashed Irish – Potatoes here are called ‘Irish potatoes’, so when you want a few more fries with your meal, you don’t ask for more fries, you ask for more fried Irish. Basically, this one is just mashed potatoes sans garlic and butter, plus black beans. Not bad. I also like the name because it makes me think of leprechaun stumbling through a clover field after a little too much enjoyment.

8. Spaghetti Omelets – Spaghetti cooked and then beaten with the eggs (and usually onion and tomato) then fried. So you’re eating an omelet with pasta in it. I know this sounds weird, but I promise when there are no breakfast sandwiches to be had, this thing really takes the edge off. It would probably be weird without Maggi (which can be found later in this post) but with it is just glorious. Omelets overall are very popular, my absolute go to.

9. Ndole – I don’t even know what this is exactly but I don’t like it. It is boiled peanuts, ground with leaves. It is fishy and served with fou-fou corn or boiled yams and I want nothing to do with it. Everyone except me really likes it, so it must be a texture thing for me. Clearly my favourite dish.

10. Ground Nut Soup – Nji’s mom’s Ground Nut soup changed my life. Actually. Ground Nut = Peanut. So it is a spicy peanut soup, but it isn’t a ‘soup’ persay. It is more like a sauce that you add to rice. It is so good, and if I come home only being able to make 1 Cameroonian dish, I want it to be this.

11. Pepper Soup – Several variations dependent on the meat, but the pepper soup is always the same (goat meat is popular). Kindof like a thinner spicy gravy. Really good if it isn’t too runny/oily.  Again, Nji’s mom makes the best version I have tried. (Author’s Note: Nji’s mom is a really really good cook, and sends food to the house often. Like a Cameroonian version of the East Indian neighbours I had growing up, always sending over the most delicious food that you could never replicate yourself properly, but enjoy eating very much)

12. Fried Plantains – If the plantains are cooked all the way through and nice and crispy, hook me with a vat. Just sliced plantains deep fried like French fries. And they make everything better.

13. Fish and Bubbalo – I would be doing my beloved roommate a dishonor if I did not mention fish and bubbalo. It is an entire fish (I don’t know the kind, when you ask the response is either “fresh” or “smoked”) cooked on a grid over coals. You are served an entire fish and you just pick the meat off with your fingers. With it comes bubbalo, which is basically soaked coco yams, pressed through cheesecloth, then the juice makes something that looks and tastes like a very large, 1/2” diameter Korean noodle cut into 1 1/2” segments.

14. Beans and Puff Puffs – There is a lady that makes them on the end of our street weekday evenings, so when I am too lazy to cook, we get takeout of beans and puff puffs. And 600 CFA later ($1.20 CDN), we have a meal big enough to feed 3 with leftovers. Beans, just black beans usually, cooked in some sort of delicious oily sauce. Puff Puffs are really light fluffy deep fried spheres of dough. Crispy on the outside, airy on the inside. They are about the size of a big timbit. You eat them with beans, and with pepper, but as of late I want to roll them in cinnamon sugar and pretend it is a timbit. So delicious. I love puff puffs, and at 25 CFA ($0.05 CDN) a pop it is a vice my stipend funds. If I really am what I eat, I would like to thank you, Canadian tax payer, for turning me into a puff puff.

15. Pig Ears – Ok, let’s be honest, this one isn’t popular, but they did try to serve us pig ears at a cry die we went to. They would very proud to be offering this to us so we couldn’t say no. We then regifted them to the people behind us and they were thrilled.

16. White Beans – Literally, just white beans cooked in the same oily deliciousness. Usually served with fried Irish, fried plantain, or rice. A chop shop favourite; a restaurant we go to has no name, or at least we don’t know the name, but they make really great white beans, so we affectionately call it the ‘white bean place’.

17. Chicken and Stew –Chicken normally means a quarter chicken, how it is cooked depends on where you go. Stew is basically a runny tomato paste with spice that you can put on rice. Quite good as a matter of fact if it has a good spice to tomato ratio.

18. Beer – Not food, but no meal is complete without a Castel, Export, or in my case, usually a Booster.

19. Smoked Fish – This really brings stuff to a whole new level. You can buy these creepy critters anywhere. They are sold at both food, and main market, and along the street. It is a black fish, like burned, it looks like charcoal. It smells like the bubble in the harbour popped and enveloped and exploded everything in the Atlantic with it. They are in a circle; they are cooked, and presented so the mouth of the fish is biting the tail of the fish. I don’t even know what the word self-cannibalism is, but these fish are certainly embracing it. I would also like to say that I have never seen anyone ever purchase or eat one of these, so I don’t know what is going on with them.

20. Koki – There are 2 kinds of koki, corn koki, which I am not a big fan off because the corn can’t be grinded as well so there are still little kernels (again, it’s a texture thing), and bean koki, made with beans, obviously. So what is koki? I don’t even fully know. It is mashed corn or bean, with a lot of oil and some spice wrapped in a banana leaf and boiled (I think).  It is good though. There is a lady by the office that makes bean koki, and so you can get a serving (MORE than enough for lunch) with a boiled plantain for 200CFA ($0.40 CDN).

You can make a bold and solid assumption that 2 ingredients in some amount, are in every single Cameroonian meal:

First, Palm Oil. Sometimes it is red if it is a more traditional dish, usually just regular bleached oil.

Second, and more delicious, Maggi. Maggi is (are? The cubes are singular, but you buy them in multiples) little cubes of heaven. It is a spice cube, kindof like adding a cube of stock to a meal for flavor. But they are quite small, and I can’t even describe the flavor because it is like nothing I have ever had before. Maggi is in breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Always. I even cook with it in the house now. Eggs? Maggi. Rice? Maggi. Vegetables? Maggi. So. Good. I am sending my mother home with a crate of it.

In other food news, Dana and I ended up at a gathering of mostly American Baptists last week and they had PIZZA. And it was AWESOME. We slaughtered our pieces in like 20 seconds flat and after only spoke about how beautiful that moment was. We also found a little bakery that sells pizza sometimes, which isn’t nearly as good as the stuff the American’s made but it really helped cut the Kenny’s cravings (which are starting to get really out of control). Also, apparently there is a really great monkey head restaurant in Yaoundé, we will see what happens when we go to pick my mom up at the airport, but I feel like Lynch will tell NTV terrible things about me if I don’t at least try it. Stay tuned for that one.

I have stopped torturing myself with food blogs, but still spend at least a little time everyday thinking about what I am going to eat when I get home. I don’t even want to speak of the food I am missing because it will bring too much pain to write about it. Luckily, my mother has stopped being specific about food that she has been eating so I don’t get sad thinking about it.

If my list has made you hungry or curious and a trip to Cameroon isn’t in your future, just go to Maryland. I am not joking. Maryland is little Cameroon; all the Cameroonians flock there. You can eat Achoo and drink Export. Seriously. I feel like it is the Cameroonian version of Fort Mac. Want a Cameroonian? Go to Maryland. Want a Newfoundlander? Go to Fort Mac. Same thing.

Well, this has been a lengthily blog post, and the omelet Kanjo made me is ready, so I will end this now.

Sending all my love to my best friend Shila LeBlanc today, the most beautiful birthday girl. Since you are now 23, we have to eat 23 timbits during debrief. Each. In one sitting. Game on. I’ll be the one weeping in your arms when we reunite. For her birthday, you should all go check out Shila’s blog, she is in Botswana and doing fantastic work! www.shilaandbotswana.blogspot.ca

All my love,
Maura

Still Alive

37 notifications. 37. Are you people kidding me? That is out of control. That was my welcome back into the city this week from facebook.

I did my homestay this past week. Monday – Saturday. Not a full week, but the basic idea. I lived in a village named “Santa”.  I wasn’t too hot on it going into it, mostly because I was (am) super comfortable here, and didn’t want to rock the boat and cause homesickness.

I wont get into major details of the week, but basically the family was the absolute most kind. My lumberjack and fire building skills were useful again at home, I think my ability to chop wood as well as I could was surprising for everyone. I learned how to plant beans, harvest potatoes and corn. I also tried my hand at assisting in a couple of traditional meals, and I ate a lot of omelets.

Im glad I did the homestay, I learned a fair bit, and met some really cool people. It made me happy for my life in Bamenda, and happy for my life in St. John’s.

My first day there I asked a 4 year old girl at the house what she liked to do, thinking to myself we could do it together for fun. If someone asked me when I was 4 what I liked to do, I probably would have said something like ‘playing legos’, ‘doing crafts with my mom’ or if I was feeling particularly honest ‘getting my sister in trouble’. Her response was “washing plates”. Now, I grant you when it comes to washing dishes plates are the easiest and the most satisfying thing to wash, but it was an interesting way to set the tone for the week. There were such differences in family, and child rearing techniques. That was my biggest difference in this experience compared to my Costa Rican experience. Other than that, there were a lot of similarities, which was comfortable for me to enter into.

I was a little sick for a couple days, to the point where I casually vomited in the corn field, but I blamed my malaria medication so all was well.

I am happy to be back in the city, though I am sure I will be visiting my Santa family soon.

In other news, here are two interesting things that happened while on my homestay:

1)      Boosters. For those of you who I have not yet informed, a booster is a .5L bottle of whiskey cola mix. It is consistently my drink of choice, and has been for the past 2 months or so. While in Santa, I discovered that there is more than one booster flavor! I know right, mind blowing. So, in addition to the whiskey cola mix, there is also pina colada, gin and tonic, and vodka grapefruit. Needless to say I have a new mission to try all of the boosters so I can boost my life in new and invigorating ways.

2)      I started to go off the deep end and got a store that was playing music to transfer all of their music onto my usb. I now have 200+ songs, 99% of which are African jamz. (the other 1% being lil wayne, and rihanna mostly)

This is just a quick post to let everyone know that I am alive, despite my disappearance this past week.

All my love,
Maura 

Life Thus Far...

Welcome friends, and cyber stalkers. I know you’re creeping me and not saying anything; but it’s ok, you can just buy me a drink the next time we run into each other. Besides, I'd love to catch up with you anyway.

Moving forward, no one knows what’s actually going on with me. So, here is a brief and fragmented summary of my life (my bad)….

So, I work at YOP (Youth Outreach Programme) at Mile One in Bamenda, Cameroon. I have a pretty sweet life here, get in between 8:30 and 9am most days, and leave late afternoon (time dependent on the amount of work). We work across from a junction (like a crossroads/culdasac with businesses in it. I feel like it is the Cameroonian version of a mini Churchill Square.) We spend some time there hanging out with friends, boosting our lives, and running basic errands. Our basic work week runs with us in the office eating omelets. I am currently undecided if I am never going to want to see another egg in my life, or if I am going to be craving them when I get home.

Weekends consist of Commercial Avenue for lunch and/or shopping, the food market for groceries, and hanging out with friends. I also insist on doing nothing on Sundays other than household chores and watching a movie. Sundays are a day of rest for a reason, people.

Garbage chickens still frighten me, as do newly discovered garbage dogs, and of course, rabid goats.

Handheld laundry is not an issue, I don’t mind it; though I am not entirely sure how clean my clothes are getting. I have worn though a shirt and a pair of socks already (whoops) so that leads me to believe that I am washing too aggressively, yet there always seems to be more dirt. (Dear Santa, for Christmas I would really love a new JCrew white vneck just like the one I have here that is now dead….)

People, it is not hot here, I live in the mountains. With the heat waves at home everyone is like “ohh 40*C, that must be nothing for you”. This week, the basic weather seems to be (thunderstorms, everyday) that the lowest low is 16, and the highest high is 27. But because it is raining there is no sun (usually) so it isn’t that warm! I am wearing a sweater right now and am quite chilly infact. Or maybe I am just used to it and will freeze to death when I get back to Canada in the winter.

No, I am not yet tanned; I don’t think I ever will be. But, I am also not yet sunburned, thanks to the rain.

I was able to download skype on my computer, which is such a miracle. After 2 months of trying, I am so so so thrilled about it. I am also starting to sync some of my music which is nice. I downloaded my entire Taylor Swift repertoire, which is certainly a major win in our sing-along life. It is slow and steady and sometimes I get none, but some days I am able to sync 3 or 4 songs, which is awesome.

I thought going into this, I thought that week’s 5-9 were going to be the hardest for me. That has since passed and I survived unscathed, which is sweet.  Hopefully I can keep riding this chill wave, since it is the end of week 10. 1/3^rd of the way through this journey, who woulda thunk it.

In other news, I finally got my guitar! It is a handmade guitar. Its name is Thunder, that’s because “Thunder” is engraved on it. Sweet eh? I think before I leave I am going to get my friends here to paint their names or pictures or whatever on it. What an awesome keepsake. How I am going to get it back to Canada is currently undetermined. There is a place that makes coffins next to my tailor’s house, so worst case sinerio I am sure they could build me a box of sorts….

This is Thunder.

Ah, speaking of my tailor, I had a sweet pair of pants made, or as they would say here ‘trousers’. Pants means underwear, so it makes for an awkward moment when you say to your friend “hey, I loved your little brother’s pants today!” even though all you wanted to do was to compliment the red skinny jeans he was wearing. They are based off my India pants, with a very bold pattern to say the least. I am a really big fan and am going to get more trousers like this made.

Mama booked her flights, which is so awesome. She is coming Oct. 5^th- 19^th, so that is something really cool to look forward too. I can’t wait to see her, and I know she is excited for an excuse to do some exploring (and of course see her darling daughter). She is going to bring me a box of Kraft Dinner, I am just going to publicly admit it right now.

My food cravings are out of control. It is to the point where I am just craving anything and everything (hence the Kraft Dinner). I am never hungry, there is plenty of food around, but I have a new found appreciation for the ‘Survivor Auctions’ where people pay like $200 for 5 chicken wings. (I spent the entire walk home yesterday thinking about my mom’s lemon squares. I was wondering how many I could eat over the duration of a game of Catan, without vomiting.) We made a schedule for the GAFC 2013 (Great Antigonish Food Crawl 2013) which is basically a 2 week challenge to see how much food we can physically eat in such a short period of time. The things I would do for a single slice of Kenny’s combo pizza right now and a glass of chocolate milk are absolutely unspeakable.

Blundstones are pretty much fireproof, but their soles are not. Just in case anyone was wondering.

I have upped my stalking game on that couple on youtube/tumblr. Things are getting out of control, but the first step is recognition. I also have a newfound appreciation for buzzfeed.

That is pretty much the main points in my life, as always feel free to fire of comments, concerns, or queries.

All my love,

Maura

Newest addition to our home.

The most confusing blog in the world...

I recognize that you all may be looking forward to my next fun list, sadly it won’t be this post. But I promise, I have another fun blog in the works. I also recognize that people still don’t know what I do every day, or what I have been eating, so I will do that too. Also, can you get plantains in St. John’s? Can someone check that for me please? Otherwise I am going to have a hard crash cutting fried plantains out of my diet cold turkey.

Some of the interns have been posting super deep thoughtful blogs, and that scene isn’t exactly my jam, so I decided to post the inner workings of my thoughts instead. You’re welcome, world. 10 points if anyone can follow along to the below rant.

I got an email a few days ago that has been boggling my mind; the email itself was great but this is what has caused my confusion: “….are you having an authentic Cameroonian experience?”

This question has been riddling me, so I have been reflecting and still have not come to an answer. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

First of all, what is an ‘authentic’ experience? What would make one experience less authentic than another? From my understanding, authenticity is based on truth and honesty of an individual, place, or I suppose in this case, experience. But, everyone has a different truth, so how can my experience based on my truth be inauthentic?

Going into this ‘authentic’ was a word used a lot. But I (think I) have concluded that there is, in fact, no such thing as a broad ‘authentic’ experience.

It’s like this, I am on this Coady internship, living and working abroad. What if my version of getting an authentic cultural experience is doing the same things I would do at home, but here, so I can see the differences (even if those things were super ‘western’ and full of other expats)? What if in those situations I felt comfortable and myself, and therefore was being authentic with everyone I met in those situations (creating authentic relationships, etc.)? What if I did things that someone else deemed culturally authentic, but was so awkward and uncomfortable the whole time I was a big fake to everyone I met? What if then the lack of relationships and interactions slipped me into a DDD (deep dark depression) and I spent all my time in bed watching movies and on facebook? (That would be not an experience at all, that would be me being a lazy lump of a human, but you get the idea)

What if my life at home consists of me driving my own vehicle, drinking venti non- fat no whip extra hot chai tea lattes, going to a country club eating and drinking too much and just putting it on my tab, before getting back to my car and driving back to a house where I live by myself in a gated community? (it doesn’t, obviously, but I would love some starbucks. [clearly the food blog is in my future]). So I came to Cameroon, where the majority of the population doesn’t live like this, and did a similar version of the above activities, would that make my experience inauthentic? What if you remember that my life at home wasn’t the societal average either, would that make my life at home inauthentic, even though it was my truth? I really hope someone out there is following my rant of confusion, because I have been perplexed for days and (evidently) been having trouble expressing it.

Ok, so let’s say for argument sake that yes, I am having an authentic experience, just to make things easier. Let’s say I am following the social averages, I am fluent in pidgin (yeah right, I wish), can sing along to all the Nigerian pop songs, and do everything an ‘average’ Cameroonian my age does. What if I am lying to everyone? Pretend there is a huge part of my life that I don’t tell people because I am a big fake secret keeper, thus making ME inauthentic in all relationships, interactions, and activities. Would that dilute the entirety of my experience because the individual is being inauthentic, and therefore has a tainted truth? If your truth is tainted, then how do you recognize authenticity of your experience, if you’re not being authentic yourself?

I mean, if someone were to come to Canada and be like “I need an authentic Canadian experience” what would you do? Probably the classic “here are the rockies/lake louise, let’s skate on the canal, this is poutine, this is a beaver tail, let’s go to a hockey game, make sure you wear plaid, get a Tim’s double double, eat lobster on the east coast, go to Newfoundland and count moose from the highway (just kidding. Kind of.)” Yes, all of those things are all ‘Canadian’ and great touristy things to do (and let’s be honest here people, I would do terrible things for a big ol’ plate of poutine right now) but are they really ‘authentic’? I mean, I love plaid, and beaver tails but I don’t indulge in them every day; you can’t even get beaver tails in St. John’s. I don’t think anyone eats poutine, beaver tails, and sucks back a hit of Timmy’s every day, because they would have a heart attack and die. Because that is not my truth, and I am Canadian, therefore would that make it an inauthentic experience for someone else? But if it was someone else’s truth, who was Canadian, it would be authentic for me? (I’m not even going to get into regional differences of ‘authentic’ in culture. I will point out, for example, that people don’t get screeched in in Manitoba, and you can’t skate on the canal in New Brunswick, so it is a major thing. Does national authenticity exist? Where are the borders drawn? Regions, provinces, cities, neighbourhoods?)

BOOM. MIND. BLOWN.

I don’t know if any of this can be understood by someone that does not live in the sick and twisted world of my mind. Sorry if all I did was confuse you and have you wonder if I have gone off the deep end (which I might have).

So, my experience, for me, is authentic-ish. I won’t get into it fully, but I will say that I am enjoying it. I basically live in King William, but have started making a really good group of local friends who live mostly around the Tamarac area. I am always the worst dancer at every party, but that is the same as home anyway. I am getting pretty good at understanding basic pidgin, and even am getting better at bartering (though it still isn’t good). I am also fascinated as to how much 50 cent I retained since grade 6/7, because I could rap along pretty well to a few songs the other night.

After a blog post with no questions (lawlin’ at sarcasm) I will leave you with this question to ponder, “if love is the answer, then what is the question?”

All my love,
(a very confused) Maura

PS: Boost your life, see you at Paradise. #WWAT

Top 25 Things I Have Learned in Cameroon (so far) / Happy Canada Day!

Happy Canada Day! I hope everyone enjoys the fireworks, BBQs, and marshmallows!

Well kids, it’s been a month. A month in regards as to how I would normally measure my time would be, half way through my time at Glenburn, about to get into exams of some sort at X, or about how long it would be since I saw my friends when my life was practically taken over this past year.

For all you other Coady interns, you know that this marks that we are 1/6 of the way through our placement (shout out to all you other honeymooners out there [other than that 24 hour period when I thought it was Saturday but it was really Friday and I am pretty sure I was a realllll treat to deal with all day #realliferagestage]). This marking means that our first impressions piece is due.

For the entertainment of my loved ones, here is a brief summary of stuff I have learned so far. This is not my first impressions piece, but an addendum of sorts.

So, ladies and gentlemen, in no particular order I present you with the ‘top 25 things that I have learned in Cameroon (so far)’

1)      Oranges are green. It still throws me off every single time

2)      Let me tell you about Toyota Corolla’s. Do you remember that commercial that Toyota put out a few years ago that was some outlandish number like 90% of Toyota Corollas sold since 1990 (or something) were still on the road? FACT. They weren’t lying. They are all here, all the cabs and most of the cars are like 1990ish Toyota Corollas. Please also note that in that commercial, they say ‘on the road’ and say nothing of the safety standards of the cars. Don’t worry, I do a safety check before I get into cars here: windshield, steering wheel, tires. If all are present, I am good to go.

3)      Nothing brings the wedding film crew faster than an obvious foreigner trying to dance with locals. (and everyone knows that my dance moves are rough on the best of days.)

4)      You can do a wedding crash crawl, and be told that “you are welcome” at every single one.

5)      I have learned that YOLO is a similar theme across all cultures, though it may be named differently (#LILAC).

6)      Sarcasm. It isn’t a thing here, and when you are sarcastic people are confused and concerned.

7)      You can put anything in an omelette and it will be delicious

8)      Avocados are called pears

9)      The same way that someone from Cameroon is a Cameroonian, if you tell someone you are from Newfoundland, they may ask if you are “Newly-found?” Humorous, though a legitimate question upon reflection.

10)   Along the same lines, when I speak with my Newfoundland accent, it is a form of pidgin.

11)   Always wash your hands after handling money, always.

12)   Being full/not thirsty isn’t allowed. If someone offers you food or drink you take it smile and say thank you, even if you are so full you think death is coming quickly. If you ask for a small amount, your plate will be double the size of everyone else’s.

13)   If you didn’t have to call the welder, your fridge works, and your body isn’t disagreeing with the food, you have nothing to complain about because it isn’t a bad day.

14)   Never wear clean clothes/white to the food market. Everything is fresh from the ground, so it is still covered in dirt, and people will want you to evaluate the product before purchasing. Boots are also essential in the muddy food market.

15)   The coin knows the truth. Always. No matter what. If the coin didn’t predict the future accurately, you didn’t ask the question correctly.

16)   The music here is from junior high/high school. It isn’t uncommon that I am out and start singing along to music and can’t remember the name of the song, or the artist, but I do know all the words and know that I love it. It is like I am living in a beautiful 24/7 high school dance party and it is fantastic.

17)   There is no musical composition on the planet better than “chop my money” by P- Squared fting Akon.

18)   It is hard to tell the difference between a mango and a papaya in the rain when you’re tired and distracted ok?! Mangos are still delicious.

19)   When someone says ‘meat’, they mean beef. Any other kinds of animal or fish protein are called by name.

20)   If someone would like to develop a fear of animals (re: rabies) they should come here, between the wild dogs on the walk to work, garbage chickens and being attacked by rabid goats in the night, my fear of animals is rapidly developing.

21)   When you’re meeting/run into other expats, it is impossible to lose each other, no matter how large the crowd.

22)   The clothes here, I want all of them. I need to find a tailor and just get so many matching outfits made. I want to get a matching pantsuit in shiny turquoise so badly.

23)   There is a lot my roommates wouldn’t do for 100 CFA.

24)   My favorite spice is soya sauce. I recognize it is not actually a spice.

25)   Nothing tests friendship like trying to keep in contact with people from home when communication isn’t always the most reliable. 1000 points to everyone that has kept me up to date on important news articles (ex: Paula Deen, North ‘Nori’ West, and Hal Johnson and Joanne McCloud being on the Amazing Race Canada). Bonus points to David Feehan for hookin’ me with a USB of treats for Ann to bring when she comes.

This list is my truth, but it is also interesting to reflect on how much my life has changed since this time last year. Last Canada Day, I was at Montieth’s sampling local beer before going across the street to the Hanmer Hot Springs on the south island of New Zealand. This Canada day, I am working at an NGO in Bamenda, Cameroon, evaluating budgets, facilitating a session at the Women’s Empowerment Center about self-esteem and body image, and living and working with two girls who I had no idea existed until about 9 weeks ago. Who called this, not me that’s for sure, but it is unreal where a coin flip can lead you.

So, this Canada Day (and day of Beaumont-Hamel Remembrance for all you other Newfoundlanders, 1917 was a rough one for us, google it) I send all my love to you. I send my love particularly to the Coady interns who are not in their Canadian homes on this national holiday, though I’d bet you a dollar you’re all in a new home.

All my love,
Maura 

FAQs Answered

Hello again!

To everyone that has emailed me, bless you. Thank you. Bonus points to Shila, as I believe our email thread may be longer, more detailed, and in the long run, more effective for keeping track on how I’m doing than my journal.

There have been some common questions though, so here is an FAQ Answers blog post for you all.

Q: How are you REALLY doing, Maura?

A: Well world, I am doing pretty well. Still rockin’ and rollin in the honeymoon phase. I thought my iPad died a couple nights ago and there was about 5 minutes of my life that were rapidly spiraling out of control, but luckily it was just having a temper tantrum and is working again. I thought I downloaded skype on my computer before I left, but I didn’t and now skype is having major issues downloading, and I don’t think it will ever work. So, that is pretty frustrating. But, other than that, all is well. I am sweaty all the time, but I am get a fair bit of sleep and I am pretty good at taking my multi-vitamins in the evening and my malaria pill in the morning, so I am even vaguely healthy.

Q: What’s the weather like? How sunburned are you?

A: Broad statement: Cameroon is hot. BUT, where I am living in the mountains, it is SIGNIFICANTLY cooler here than it is in most places in Cameroon which is something I am grateful for. Our place is like a 10min cab ride out of the downtown area, which is good because even from our house to downtown there is a major temperature difference most days (we live on a very large hill). We are still in the rainy season, apparently it is hotter in the dry season, so I am hoping that I am less sweaty at the end of the rainy season so I can adjust to the dry season with a less sweaty transition. I don’t know what it averages temperature wise, but I just checked and it is ~10:30am and 26C if that is a point of reference for you. In regards to sunburns, the battle of Irish skin vs Cameroonian sun is ever raging. I wear a lot of sunscreen. To date, I have not gotten burned. There were a few days where I was quite pink (and had a really cute sunglasses outline on my face) but a little aftersun cleared it right up.

Q: Why aren’t there any photos on your blog?

A: Because it would take my entire workday to upload them. The internet here is not as fast as it is at home. For all the X Alumni, you know when you would be on webfx and the connection would be crap and you would become frustrated that your library procrastination is delayed by having to wait almost an entire minute for you faebook page to upload? I crave the day that my internet was that fast. There was like 30min last Friday that the internet at work was unreal, like home fast, but I was doing real things like attaching documents to emails and such. I’ll get some photos ready on my computer incase that speed happens again.

Q: What do you miss the most?

A: I recognize the correct answer to this question is “you!”. To be honest, I don’t really know, there isn’t one thing that I miss the most. I miss my friends, obviously, but I know I will see you all again soon. In terms of material things, I am pretty particular about my bed pillows. Anyone that has ever seen a room that I lived in knows there is a mass amount of pillows of various sizes and densities. I don’t like the one that is on my bed, but I brought my thermarest pillow, so I have just been using that, so that is good. I miss youtube too I think, just the availability to find new music, and watch funny videos. That one of the woman dancing to single ladies with a gorilla mask on and then she crack her face off the TV makes me laugh every time; infact, I am laughing right now just thinking about it. I don’t even really miss having internet at home at all, I check my emails at work, save them to my computer, respond at home, send them the next day. I do wish that I had sync’d my music from my mac to my iPad or computer before I left because I downloaded a bunch of good music that I don’t have with me. (it won’t sync now off icloud re: the answer to the above question) Teary times. I think in the fall I am going to miss the 2 TV shows I watch. If anyone tells me what happens in the fall of TV I will be so so sad. In terms of things I miss, there are a lot of food items that I can incorporate into this category.

Speaking of food…

Q: What is the food like?

A: Well, the girls and I have our own place, so we have been doing our own cooking which is nice. We have been eating lots of rice, beans, lentils, veggies, and such. We went out for Cameroonian food with a coworker which was cool. My main dish jama jama (which is also known as ‘fried vegetables’), which was described as huckleberry with some tomatoes and onions, but it isn’t huckleberry like we have at home, it was like a limp shredded kale and parsley in palm oil. I think I liked the meal more than the meal liked me, but it is all part of the experience. The same meal we also had fried plantains, which make my life and I have been craving them everyday since. There is a lot of meat and fish in everything, and since I jumped on the vegetarian train (other than a bite of beef I had from peer pressure, my last serving of meat was at the Bicycle Thief in Halifax) which makes for a bit of a challenge. One of our coworkers is coming over on Thursday to show us how to make a dish, which I don’t know what it is, but Leah ensured that the crayfish was removed from the ingredients list. I also had something called a spaghetti omlette. Which is literally an omlette, with pasta, tomatoes and onions in it. Sounds strange, but it was oddly satisfying.  There is going to be an entire post about food, I am going to try to wait a month or so to do it, but it will be a post on what I have eaten what I can make (which is hopefully something) and food that I miss (which right now roast chicken dinner is topping my list, movie popcorn with white cheddar seasoning a close second and stockwoods baked goods (cakes, cupcakes, and shortbread) coming in the bronze position)

Q: What is your living situation like? Do you have internet at home?

A: Living situation is great, we live in a nice part of town which is like a 10min cab ride to work. (though we normally walk for 20 min to get halfway and then get a cab). We each have our own bedroom, a cute little living room and a bathroom.  There is a 5 burner gas stove (no oven), and a fridge in the kitchen, a couple of chairs and a loveseat in the living room, and a little table for three. In the washroom there is a toilet, and sink in one room, and a tub/shower and sink in the other. There is no warm water, but I am getting pretty good at showering in the cold water. No, there is no internet at home, but as previously mentioned, I don’t really miss it that much.

Q: What is the city you are living in like? Do people speak English? What are the amenities like?

A: Bamenda, where I am living, is the capital of the North West province. The North West and South West provinces are English provinces, the other eight provinces in Cameroon are French. So officially everyone speaks English, though there is a bit of French that does creep into day to day life. Most of the locals speak pidgin; sadly my pidgin isn’t improving as much as I would like, but it will get there, it hasn’t even been a full three weeks yet! The city itself is a fair size, I don’t know the exact population but I would guess it is around 400,000-500,000. In terms of amenities, you can get everything you need here from produce to electronics to everything in between. There are no malls, only stores or street vendors, there are no brand names I recognize (other than laughing cow cheese) no Walmart or McDonalds or anything like that. But, I can still get everything I need as long as I am willing to haggle for it, and still get ripped off. (The other day I paid 200 CFA [~40 cents CDN] for a bag of hot peppers that I really only should have paid 50-75 CFA for [~10-15 cents CDN] it’s ok, I clearly didn’t break the bank, but if you look at the numbers I paid 300% more than the value, which is a lot no matter the numbers involved)

Q: Exercise, is it a thing for you there?

A: Bless you for being optimistic. On Sunday I walked (from a restaurant to a bakery) if that is an answer to your question. But let’s talk about that bakery for a second. There is a grocery store in it, with real wine, like real French bottles of wine (which are vastly overpriced), and cereal and lots of other fun things. Then there is the bakery with little donut things and various pastries. And guess what is above the bakery and supermarket? A bar. With a balcony. One day soon I want to go and sit at the bar and double fist beer and cake and then I feel like everything will be right in the world. But to answer your question, exercise, ha.

That is most of them for now, keep those emails pumpin’ kids.

Sending you all of my love,
Maura

Alive and Well in Bamenda

Hello World!
I am alive! Sorry for the delay in the update, it has been a busy week or so, and we don’t have internet at home.

Travel was long, but good. I recommend Turkish airlines, lots of food, lots of movies. We flew from Halifax to Toronto to Istanbul to Douala. Sadly, I did not get any baklava in Istanbul, but there were a few very interesting looking Turkish ice cream stands that I will certainly be investigating on our way home; who even knew that Turkish ice cream was a thing, but it looked delicious. I also found a place in the food court that has something very similar to pizza, and right next door somewhere to get profiteroles. Delicious.

Once we landed in Douala (at 11:30ish at night) I was hit with the heat almost instantly. Thankfully, where I am living now (Bamenda) is significantly cooler than it is in Douala. 

We were greeted at the airport by the executive director of our organization, who got us settled at a hotel for the night before the 6/7 hour drive to Bamenda. After a good, but too short of a rest, it was time to embark on our journey. What a pretty drive, the landscape here is quite unique, the trees are tall and dense like in Costa Rica, but the hills were rolling like the Northern part of the South island of New Zealand, but it was dusty too. Very different, but very cool. The roads are actually quite good, to be honest the highway to get from Douala to Bamenda was as good as, or better than, some of the highways in rural Newfoundland (if my memory stands correct). We also had some unreal jams on the drive up, definitely a good omen of things to come.

We arrived (and have since settled in quite nicely) into our new home for the next 6 months. We are living in the basement apartment of our executive director’s aunt. It is a nice spot, 3 bedrooms, nice yard overlooking the city, and there is even a little convenience store at the end of our road. We have a double layered front door, which locks almost a little too well, considering we have already had an encounter with a welder to get us back in. Overall, the family has been very very kind to us, even hosting us for dinner on our first night there. For the record, incase anyone needs a welder in Cameroon, welding is a team sport. It requires many tools, some of which don’t need to be plugged in, just incase the closest outlet is on a second story window.

Our organization is great, they allowed us this week to get settled before we dug in too deep on our work. A couple of the ladies we work with took us into town to show us around and take us to the bank and show us the market and such, which was very much appreciated. The office itself is great, the organization runs some great programs, the people are so kind and helpful, and there is even an amazing view of the city, and mango trees in the yard. I could not ask for anything better. The programs are really cool, I am helping out with the café that the NGO runs, as well as youth entrepreneurship workshops and related activities. I just found out that I am also going to be assisting on a project with some imprisoned youth as well, very cool.

In terms of my adjustment, I think I am doing pretty well so far, though I am still very much in the honeymoon period. Every time I go to the market I end up trying to speak Spanish to people, for who knows what reason, but it is definitely a thing. I am getting pretty slick with the gas stove, thanks to many years at camp and my mother dragging me outdoors. I have done my first (small) load of laundry, which went pretty well if I say so myself.  

Yesterday I even greeted my first person in Pidgin! (the local dialect) it went like this:

Me: Good Morning
Man: Morning, sister. How fo you?
Me: I dey fine, how fo you?

Then he just looked surprised that I could respond, and I prayed quietly that he said nothing else to me in pidgin because that is all I know. Luckily one of our cowokers typed up a 2 page document which is basically pidgin for dummies, which I am forever thankful for, and will be practicing frequently.

We got a mirror for our place yesterday, and though I am still undecided if it was a good thing or not, it does make it feel a little more homey. We have even found a couple of cool places to eat, and you all know up there with couch napping, eating is my #1. I missed Knoon at one point when we were eating out, so I got a cola and slammed it in her honour; it was the biggest one on the menu, you’re welcome. My next task is to find a guitar, and I am yet to find anywhere selling musical instruments. A challenge in finding a guitar will be nothing compared to the benefits it will give, because if I don’t have one it will be a very long 6 months. I’ll give skype concerts, don’t worry.

I even have a cell phone, which I am happy to give you the number if you facebook/email me, incase you ever get lonely and want to rack up your phone bill with a call to Cameroon. I would certainly appreciate it (hint hint).

All is well, though I miss most of you reading this, it is comforting to know that there are 19 other Coady interns adventuring in various corners of the world (well, 17, if you remove the two other girls with me here). Besides, I am thinking it would also work well for me to combine my birthday and coming home event to a mega brunch. Only time will tell!

All my love,
Maura

Game Day

Good Morning, from the Lord Nelson Hotel in Halifax. As I sit in my plush double bed, with air conditioning pouring into the room, I thought it would be a good time to remind myself of something...

I move to Cameroon today.

Orientation in Antigonish was fantastic. We had some fantastic sessions on ABCD, Power and Privilege, Micro finance, and so many others. Yes, we had a session on safety and security, Scottie Mac. Hopefully that means the chances of me using my going away present have decreased exponentially. Becky, please still stand by, we both know in that situation you would be the one calling the shots.

(Another common question, "how do I find out if you are sick/dying/dead", well world, it is a pretty informal phone tree, basically my sister just calls Kathryn, and then Kathryn has a couple people to call and then from that word should spread.)

How am I feeling? Well, to be honest, I keep forgetting I am heading out. My mama came into Halifax last night and Aileen joined us for dinner at the Bicycle Thief. Needless to say I ate and drank my face off, and when I am sad in Cameroon I will think about that Gnocchi, and probably become more sad (item #14 that makes me sad). To be honest, I know I'm not ready. But realistically, who is ever ready for something like this? If you are thinking that you would be, you're lying to yourself, and I bet your pants are gonna catch on fire. The orientation was so inclusive and essential, and I am as ready as I will ever be. Some of the people who are going on placements are just so fantastic. If someone could explain to me how I was able to smile in life before Carmen's positivity surged into my soul, I would really appreciate it. Leah and Dana are now officially stuck with me for the next 6 months, so good luck girls; but I have faith.

To all the Coady interns, you're beautiful, I love you, and keep smiling. You'll do great, and I am so proud of all of you.

To Shila and Steph, thank you for keeping me sane for the 3 weeks prior to orientation, for that I will always be indebted to you. During the orientation I cannot express how nice it was to have a smiling face in the room, someone to ask my dev'sy questions to and challenge me on my ideas. You are both beautiful humans. Shila, thank you for also being my personal chauffeur, I will always treasure our chats in the car, especially when they are sweat lodge themed. I love you both dearly.

Well, I should probably jump in the shower and get ready for the long flight path ahead. All will be well; how do I know? Aileen is psychic and told me.

2013, makin' it work. Next time you'll hear from me, I will be in transit or in Cameroon!

All my love,
Maura

Back in the 'Nish

  Hello world. Sorry I am the worst blogger; maybe I should switch to youtube vidz.

So, since I have last updated I left good ol’ Newfoundland behind me and have hit NS. My first weekend I spent in Hali, living with Olwyn. I had such, such a delightful time; it was so nice to catch up and spend some time with her before embarking on this journey. Olwyn, all my love. Please watch The Help. It was a great weekend all in all, Jigs was down from Calgary, so I got to spend some time with the homecoming crew, YOL-for a short while. Can’t wait to hang out with everyone soon. It was really good for me to see them, because I had not seen Olywn since thanksgiving, and Jigs and the girls since homecoming. When I think about how long I am going to be gone, it feels like forever, but it has been six months since I had seen them and everything was perfect. It gives me faith.

On Sunday the lovely Shila picked me up and we drove through both McDonalds and Tims, before heading to her family reunion and then Antigonish. We are all living on wellness in the mount. So ironic. But, the view is nicer from my room than it was on 2^nd Camden, and I am not woken up by the daycare, even if it does mean more stairs. Overall, I must admit, it is kindof nice being back in the mount, even if the facilities are not top notch. (Obviously, Shila and I got security to get the elevator going for us when we moved in our bags, don’t worry.)

Since then, we have been going pretty flat out with training. I am really enjoying it and learning lots, especially since I have zero devs background. Some of the things we are talking about are familiar to me, but I learned about them from a very businessy background, so that’s cool. The other IYIPers (International Youth in Partnership) are really cool too, I have been enjoying getting to know them. It feels very much like I am back at Glenburn for the first time; strangers from everywhere, some friends from previously, but everyone is friends right away. It is cool, but also leads me to believe I am going to be a teary mess when we all split ways.

During our first week, the girls I am going with and I got to meet Patience, one of our supervisors at YOP (the organization I am working with in Bamenda). She is so kind, and so well-traveled, I am really happy we got to meet her before we arrive. She also said not to look out the window when we are flying into Douala because it is really rough looking. She said when she first landed there she thought she was landing in another country and felt bad for all the people in need and their homes that she could see when landing. Then she found out she was in Cameroon. We all promised to keep an open mind and I won’t be looking out the window.

Overall, I am really enjoying the program so far. This past week we had 3 day intercultural learning training, though it got boring at some points, I feel far more prepared for heading to Cameroon than I did before. I also learned that the internet situation probably won’t be ideal, but Leah (one of the girls I am going with) may have a solution from a device she used in Kenya, who knows, I am sure all will be well. I have also decided I need to zen out if I am going to be the most successful that I can be. Businessy Maura will have to be on the backburner most of the time, which is going to require some zen to keep going. So I have decided yoga may be a potential solution. We will see how it goes, but people keep telling me I will love it by the time orientation is over, and if I do, I may be strapping a yoga mat to my backpack. I know right, who saw this one coming. Not me. Thanks Shila and the yoga girls for the free yoga classes, and not getting mad when I start to giggle and fall over.

All is well here in Antigonish, as soon as I learn how to work this PC I am bringing with me, all will be perfect.

 

All my love,
Maura