So, those of you following along with my lame little existence here en afrique may have noticed a trend in my writing (that is, when I can be bothered to write). The work–its um, difficult to find/do/maintain/makes me want to punch myself in the face. And so I decided to be pro-active (this is the word I’ve chosen to alleviate the guilt I feel for abandoning my fellow Southies) and asked to be switched to a different post. I assumed the process would be horrendous, and went into talk to my boss armed with approximately 86,762 reasons why I needed to get the &#%@ out of my village, but instead she was amazingly receptive and within 3 minutes of me mentioning my desire to move asked me that most golden of golden questions: “How would you feel about moving to an anglophone province?” How would I feel about being able TO SPEAK ENGLISH TO PEOPLE ALL THE TIME EVERYDAY WHEN EVER I WANT TO USE WORDS? Um, yes please, that sounds delightful. (And people, its not just English–its Pidgin English, which means I get use such delightful phrases as “belly done flop” when I’ve eaten my fill, “I done spoiled her” after I’ve impregnated a women, and “catch booby” every time I refer to my bra, which I do constantly.)
If all goes according to plan I will be moving to a place called Fundong (yes, possible the only name that could equal Ngoulemakong in gloriousness) in the beautiful North West province. Its not 100% for sure yet, and I’m probably jinxing myself by even writing this, but I’m so unbelieveably excited that I have to share it. The move is scheduled for January. Happy New Year me!!
In other news, Jess and I took a trip up to the Extreme North Province. Highlights include–but are not limited to–the following:
- Buying the equivalent of an entire cow’s worth of leather goods
- Buying a snakeskin purse (Classy!)
- Buying shoes
- Buying 743 meters of loud African cloth
- Buying a bowl
- Buying a tiny brass hippo
- Buying traditional gourds to be worn on my head to indicate my marriage status
- Buying a bell (Fellow PCV Dave would like you to know that he loves bells!!)
- Having my fortune told by an old man who talks to a crab
- Walking to Nigeria
- Getting EXTREMELY upset at a fish vendor who refuse to give me the 100 CFA (approx 22 cents) she TOTALLY FUCKING OWED ME
- Eating salad!!
- Attending a Halloween party dressed as 1 of 3 California Raisins
It was a great time. There was a train involved! With beds! Which is a good thing because once you get on that train you don’t get off it for 17 hours. Then you get on a ‘bus’ for another 8 hours. Travel here is so relaxing!
I’m here in Yaounde now for meetings, (and the elections!!!!) and am heading back to post on Thursday for a couple weeks. At the end of November I’m going to take part in a Cultural Festival (again in the magical NW) where I will be singing with the band. Ha! I’ve been told DVDs will be made available. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you when I’m famous.
Barack the Vote!!!