N'Djamena Road
lundi 4 novembre 2013
N'Djamena Road
As I crews
along the sunny tarmac, being overtaken by all that I see and enjoying the
sandy side of life, I stop to contemplate why at the glance of my red moped, my
smooth white helmet and cool shades the ladies turn their heads and the boys
all stop in awe! Suffice to say, all this unwanted attention is perhaps due to
my unique moped. There is not one like it throughout town! Sporting a N'Djamena
road sticker accompanied by a black panther and hero one, it is needless to say
coveted and envied by all. It certainly puts on a remarkable show of
sophistication and grace as it turns the corners and sails down the straits
(yes sails!). Some even call it....la flèche rouge!
Umm, this I
thought until one day, one of my colleagues turned round to me and gave me a
similar account of vanity...it was only then that I thought the unimaginable:
-Is it coz I
is white?
So I thought
I would talk to you about the wonders of being white in an African country.
Even though there are a few rich Africans around town (one has a 4X4 porche
nearby), the white man is classified de facto as rich. Therefore I have
had my fair share of punctual demands! The difficulty is to decipher the reel
person in need from the liar or the thief. That is the bit when I say to
myself….-Is it coz I is white?
One amusing
fact around here is the older generations call us "nazaran's". This
comes from Nazareth because the whites are all brothers of Jesus! Thus we are
from Nazareth (it's all very tribal). This is even more amusing when you
consider that no one knows where the name comes from or what it means. Another
amusing fact especially out in the "brousse" (outback) is that
all the white people are fathers and sisters! So the sister could be swinging
her hips around the bar or the father spending all his time building buildings,
this is never put into question!
Health:
There is
something positive to cheer about when being ill around here; it is that one
gets to see people and places! Therefore after getting frustrated last month
with recurring health problems I decided to go to the army base (the French
one) where a free health service is provided. This is one of the very positive
things the French army gets up to around here. Surgery and sophisticated
equipment for analysis's are the reason one might go there (apart from the fact
that it's free). I met up with a Dr colonel (I didn't know medical staff were
ranked in the army) and after a check up, nothing serious to
report...adaptation. I then met the religious army team; there is a catholic
priest, a pastor and even an imam (there are a few muslims in the ranks). To my
surprise the catholic priest is Polish. He was a refugee to France from the
communist era.
Anyway I
have been quite tranquil of late with my health!
Sunday mass:
It's nine
o'clock on Sunday morning and motorbikes start flooding in the sandy courtyard
where a carefully set out car park is taken care of in order to maintain…well
order!
The faithful
turn up wearing their finest attire; suits, boubou, shinny shoes for the
men and dresses of all colors (sometimes more like evening dresses), heals and
fancy haircuts for the ladies when not covered up in an equally extravagant manner.
Style is essential around here and it's great to see.
As some of
you know religion is omnipresent around these parts and people actually give a
cult back to God ;) in their masses! The church is packed every Sunday and it
is all very well organized! There is a church band: drums, guitars and a pretty
cool fancy choir who bop along to the rhythm (think gospel choir). It is the chic
parish so the sound equipment is good. The music is a mixture of mo-town and
Caribbean reggae under the coconut trees. They occasionally sing out of tune
but life goes on. On top of that some of the sermons are pretty interesting.
One difference to the service in Europe is that the offertory is danced.
Children dance their way to the altar with the money and some more bring the
bread and wine. This is all carefully choreographed. And all of that lasts an
average of two hours!
Bakara
Bakara is a
village just outside town where the seminary is. There are two seminaries in
Chad, one here and another down south. A couple of weeks ago, took place the
ordinations of twelve deacons (that’s the one before priesthood). The seminary,
being outside of town and in the country, is surrounded by trees in the shade.
The service therefore took place outside under the trees; a natural cathedral I
thought? The bishop was a Spanish missionary. The church being very young, is
only at its first native bishops therefore there are still a few foreign ones
around including this one.
The seminarists, looking very classy in their white soutanes and black
belts, had a stylish little choir going with a drum kit and a couple of
electric guitars. The service went on as usual: the various rituals, the
Eucharist and the speeches when at the very end something rather different and
unexpected happened:
Now in
Europe, it is a custom to give a gift to the newly ordained discreetly after
the service (on the big table where people are having drinks nearby). But over
here things take a different proportion: Music starts, everybody gets in line
down the middle (really everybody) and I am standing on the receiving end being
part of a chain (about 6 or 7 of us) to put the gifts away; sort of pass the
passel. The presents then start flooding in, but not what you might expect i.e.
books, ecclesiastical garments or some other fancy thing… No! On came some
eggs, soap, nuts, water,…then came a few wrapped presents (there was a book in
there to my relief!), money (always useful)…all of this whilst I was passing on
down the chain. I then found myself with a couple of pigeons in my hands (still
alive!) then came a couple of hens (still alive!) and then one chap decided it
would be a good idea to give a goat (still alive!)! So I found myself with a
goat in my hands! All of these carried upside down by their feet like bounty. So
you see, over hear people give what they can and they give essentials. Stuff
like bottled water is a luxury and makes a present.
We then had
a good meal with some nice cold drinks!
N'Djamena:
About
N'Djamena: The president has decided now that the petrol dollars are coming in,
that he is to build "la vitrine de l'Afrique" (sort of show
room town for Africa). The town therefore resembles a huge building site. There
isn't one corner of town where there isn't some big project going on. I
mentioned the restoration of the old cathedral. It has been decided that a huge
basilica will be built as well as big government buildings. Roads and bridges
are popping up, companies and countries are investing. Qatar will be splashing
out its own petrol dollars on a future 5 star hotel and a dozen dispensaries.
So there you
have it, The country is slowly getting somewhere providing there aren't any
wars or power struggles in the near future which isn't guaranteed. Other than
that it's hot and sandy.
Work at the
centre:
So how are
my first weeks of teaching going...well rather good: French and English is good
fun (there very happy to hear real english) and the kids are generally well
behaved. Philosophy is a bit of a challenge considering they don't have the
texts on hand. There program is thematic and reading just bits of authors is
not very constructive…We shall see. I am also doing a bit of history (obviously
this is all about the slave trade and at the moment the segregation problem in
the states).
I had my
first muslim holiday this month when they celebrate Aïd or Tabaskie
as it is called here. They all slaughter a sheep to remember Abraham's offering
(or something like that).
We had the
big yearly party at the parish last week-end when sister M celebrated her
jubilee. It Is quite an achievement to have spent 25 years around here and
forces respect. She gave a speech at the end of mass under the gazing eye of
the French ambassador. Many old students came round to salute her and said how
she was a mother figure to them. We then ate a sheep for lunch to celebrate.
(just in case you're wondering, we didn't slaughter it).
Basile &
the kitchen:
Last but not
least, I thought I would recount my little encounter that I had with Basile
last night. Basile is the chief rat in the kitchen (according to Disney rats
are always French; so Basile it is!). Now as I was scavenging for some
spaghetti at an unholy hour of the night and trying to operate my fabulously
authentic cooker with my torch and matches. I spotted over my head Basile who
was quietly on walk about on the kitchen window. It was then that I threw onto
him the spotlight of my torch and began to quietly converse with him:
"Oi you
cheeky little s*%t... get down from there!(excuse my French)
-I'm up here
and yurr downs zerrrr, and I will neverr get down haha! Said he,
-You tiny
little annoying...I'll show you the true meaning of ratatouille (sorry
not very original I know)!
He calmly
starred down onto me with his little round eyes in a squeaky little manner as I
tried to discern something to do…
I then
turned unto the cat who was miaouling at my feet and I said unto thee:
"-What
do you waiteth for?" I asked
The cat
stared right back at me with chicken in his eyes…
So I carried
on with my cooking and I ate my spaghetti...Basile stayed up on the window
until daylight knowing that time is ticking...
vendredi 1 novembre 2013
samedi 5 octobre 2013
Dear all,
So it's been a month since I arrived in the heat of
N'Djamena, it is needless to say hot, hot, hot!!! Temperature are averaging
35°C and we have been reaching 40°C! Apparently it's the rainy season (it has
rained about three times since I've been here), I suppose I am in the Sahel
which is semi-desert. The hard part will be from February to May when
temperatures get up to 45°C.
As you can imagine there are many mosquitoes during
the rainy season and they are no stranger to me! They decided to give me a warm
welcome by giving me their disease! Yep after a few days I became acquainted
with paludism (form of malaria)! I suppose it's part of the fun...
One might say "why didn't you take your anti
malaria tablets?"
Well I did sort of, not very regularly. Some say to
take them, some say don't bother: just do a cure when it comes round, so I
opted for a mixture...which took me to the dispensary! where I met Soeur
Christine (marseillaise with a parisian accent: she didn't get away with
that!). She's been around for....wait for it.... 20 years! Apart from being a
doctor, she teaches dogmatic to the seminarist's.
My arrival: Well how should I put it? It's hot over
here but my arrival was more on the icy side. When I got off the plane and was
picked up by my boss, that would be soeur Monique (more of her later), I was dropped off at the parish where I'm staying.
Met the guardian, he duly gave me the key to my chamber where after a long
flight next to a Texan (off to the oil fields), no water was left for me and no
hello or welcome either! (something like: over here is the toilet, would have
been nice! I eventually found my way around). So austere and hot would be how I
would classify my first night, already dreaming of fresh green grass, trees and
mountains...!
It's 4.30am, fairly fresh, calm and piece is upon
me...when suddenly I hear a rather noisy chap...
"ALLAHHHH WAKBAAA, ALLAHHH WAKBAAA!!!" ummm,
what is that noise? so exotic, who is the maestro singing in my ears? "ALLAH
WAKBAA!! ah yes, I finally have the pleasure of meeting the God
Wakba!...providentially, I have my ear plugs! (they serve me every night also
against the dog's, we have three). So as we get to dawn, the crack of dawn, the
bells start to ring! It's 5:30! We have a chap called Dieudonné (God given) who
is the "sacristain" who looks after pretty much everything outside
and in the church. Very hard working and always on hand! Following the bells,
we have the rooster who just in case one wasn't awake, well, wake's you up with
cockaduladoo or cocoricoo in a proud fashion, that is, for the French). We have
eaten him since then :)
After mass which is at 6am, I finally met the priest
of the parish. Fr Benjamin looks like a village chief with scars over his face
from his initiation, but after a
difficult start he's turning out to be very nice. I then had the pleasure of
discovering where we eat and the kitchen....There are rats in the cooker...BUT
we have a kitten! Just need to be patient now and wait 6 months before he is
able to come to some satisfying conclusion! I spent my first two Sunday's
cleaning :(
To sum up the situation, there is Fr Benjamin, his
vicar and me. The cook and the cleaning man (sort of old boy). Three dogs who
stop me from sleeping at night :( They have local meetings at night (it's
Disney round here) and converse in a
loud manner and a cat to eat the rat. Priests over here drive around in 4x4 and
motor bikes. I move around on a moped, very classy! Some think I'm Chinese...(not
sure if that's good or bad)
The job: So what am I up to around these parts you may
ask? I'm here with an NGO called "la DCC" (catholic delegation for
cooperation) on a voluntary project. I
will be teaching French, English, philosophy and helping out with history/geo.
Also some prayer time with the kids called: "The Hour of God". The
centre is called "The Emmanuel Centre"(God with us), its 20 years old
and has a decent library which is amazing around here. It's open to all creeds.
Sister Monique Godde is from the St François Xavier Apostolique congregation
founded by Madeleine Danielou. She has to her CV 17 years of Ivory Coast and 25
years of Chad, needless to say, she's an expert. We are celebrating her jubilee
this year.
Social life: Yes, there is a social life here! The
Centre Culturel Français au Tchad, funded by the French embassy, is a place
where concert's, debates and shows go on. It also has a library and some DVD's.
When I first arrived, we went over there for an evening celebrating and
debating with local artists. Amongst the dignitaries was the French and German
ambassadors, cultural minister, French colonel, famous artists from the area
(singers, actors etc). It's a small world around here. One can meet easily the
elites: Church, State, army, UN, building people (Vinci, Bouygues).
The French army as 1200 soldiers (les Eperviers), an airfield - les mirages
patrol every morning. The Americans are here as well with an embassy and some
marines.
The
city is divided into three parts: the power (president, admin, army), Muslim
quarter for the north, Christians down south. N'Djamena is built along the
Chari, the main river which goes into the lake Chad. There is a grand mosque
with the market around it, a cathedral under reconstruction. The roads are
pretty good (there is petrol).
So
far it's been at times difficult, especially with the illness and the dirt. But
when well it's ok. I'm looking forward to seeing some countryside!
I'm
in good company, there are others working here for my NGO and we have a house
where we can regroup. There are others who are working for a hospital, the UN
and the French embassy so it's interesting. I met the Vatican's ambassador's
secretary. He's just been living three years in Strasbourg so we have something
in common! There is a girl from Pierrefonds! another from Obernai! and there is
a French patisserie :)
I
hope all is well for you all. Send me some news, I have decent internet. Many
thanks for your thoughts and prayers who have been much needed. Today is the
feast of St Francis, may he be an inspiration to you all.
God
bless, Francis
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