Bob the dog & where I live

Hippo sur le Chari

Le Chari

Le Chari

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...

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

Bonjour chers amis,  

Cela fait maintenant presque un mois que je suis à N'Djamena au Tchad avec la DCC (délégation catholique pour la coopération). Inutile de vous dire qu'il fait chaud, chaud, chaud, avec une température qui avoisine les 35° de moyenne en journée, la fraicheur du soir et du matin est toujours la bienvenue (heureusement il y a de l'air). En plus de la chaleur, il y a....les moustiques!! Mes chers amis les moustiques que j'aime tant, m'on filait le palu pratiquement en arrivant. Ceci étant, le palu que j'ai eu n'était pas très violent mais quand on connait pas... la situation reste inconfortable. J'ai eu en revanche le plaisir de faire la connaissance d'une sœurs docteur au dispensaire. Ici depuis 20ans, qui en plus d'être un docteur enseignait la dogmatique au séminariste d'ici.

Une fois le palu reçu confortablement, passons à mon cadre de vie: Mon arrivé à N'Djamena fut une expérience que je n'oublierai pas! Arrivé à l'aéroport, la Sr Monique, avec qui je travaille (c'est ma patronne), est venue me chercher pour me déposer au presbytère. Je salue le gardien qui me donne ma clef de chambre, je monte dans ma chambre...il fait noir, je cherche une bouteille d'eau...rien, je décide de boire l'eau du robinet défendu. Vais-je tomber malade tout de suite? (seulement deux jours plus tard). Austère et chaud, voilà comment je décrirais ma première nuit à N'Djamena. Ce fut assez inconfortable. Mais bon, la transition fait partie du jeu! 

Il est 4H du matin, la fraîcheur est présente, le calme également, la nuit est paisible et je suis allé au toilette pour la 4eme fois (on boit beaucoup)....quand tout à coup, un son que je ne connaissais pas rejoint mes oreilles, ALLAH WAKBAAAAA ALLLAAHHHH WAAAKBBAAAA!!!! mais ou suis-je? quel exotisme! je découvre enfin ce Dieu Wakba dont on m'a tant parlé au son du microphone! Nous sommes avant l'aube. 

Ensuite pour l'aube: A 5H30, nous sommes réveillés par le sacristain qui nous fait le plaisir de sonner la cloche pendant quelques minutes, suivit par tenez vous bien, LE COQ!! cocorico ou coqueduledouuule selon vos sensibilités linguistiques (P Muslin), ce magnifique animal, symbole de la France et de sa fierté fait ainsi parti du décors et du réveil! C'est donc après le minaret, la cloche et le coq, que je me dirige enfin vers l'église pour aller à la messe. Il est 6h! 

Après la messe, je sors, je vois un homme, assez imposant, portant une croix pectoral, es ce un évêque? Je me dirige vers lui... 

"Bonjour monsieur" j'hésite à l'appeler Mgr...

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Dieudonné, je suis le sacristain"

Ah bon? c'est le sacristain! et il s'appelle...Dieudonné! Je dois dire qu'il est un sacré don de Dieu. Ce brave homme gère tout, le groupe électrogène, l'église, le jardin, le réveil, la cloche etc. Bref il bosse.

Ceci étant, je n'ai toujours pas rencontré le curé...bizarre.

Pour faire bref, j'ai rencontré le curé après la messe. Il ressemble à un grand chef de village avec des scarifications mais il est doux comme un agneau. 

Depuis dans la famille des animaux qui habite au presbytère, il y a trois chiens, qui le soir venu aboient et ce font des rencontres de chien dans le quartier. Nous avons un rat...dans la gazinière. Nous avons un chat, petit chat pour attaquer le rat. Les résultats ne sont pas encore très conclusifs. Et puis sinon ce n'est pas très propre. J'ai passé mes deux premiers Dimanches à nettoyer! 

Pour résumer, il y a le curé, son vicaire et moi. Il y a le sacristain, le chef, l'homme de ménage (sorte d'ancien boy) et le gardien. Comme c'est la paroisse de la capitale, il y a pas mal de passage de prêtre. Les prêtres ici ce balade en 4*4 ou en moto. 

La ville de N'Djamena se compose de trois grandes parties. Le Nord musulman et le Sud chrétien. Il y a au centre une grande mosquée entouré du marché. Le long du Chari (le grand fleuve) ce trouve le pouvoir ou la présidence. 

A coté de chez moi il y a le centre culturel Français au Tchad où à lieu des conférences, des spectacles, des concerts etc. Le centre a également une médiathèque. La première semaine, il y avait une rencontre d'artistes. Parmi les hauts dignitaires, le ministre de la culture, l'ambassadrice de France, l'ambassadeur d'Allemagne, un colonel et les artistes connues dans le pays. Le monde est petit et on rencontre facilement les élites. Eglise, Etat, ONU, bâtiment (ici Vinci Bouygues et les chinois) et l'armée (1200 militaires, les avions patrouillent tous les matins au dessus de la ville). Les américains sont aussi présents; ambassade et marines. 

Le travail: Mon travail en tant que coopérant/volontaire, consiste à donner des cours de soutien scolaire dans un centre qui s'appelle "le centre Emmanuel". Emmanuel, "Dieu avec nous" est un centre fondé par la sœur Monique Godde de la communauté apostolique St François Xavier fondé par Madeleine Danielou (à ne pas confondre avec les Xavières). Le centre à 20ans. Sr Monique est une experte en la matière; 17ans de Côte d'Ivoire et 25ans au Tchad. Elle a vu le pays changer (ou pas) et ce développer. On va célébrer son jubiler cette année. Pour ma part, je vais aider avec l'anglais, le français, l'histoire-géo et la philosophie. Je vais aussi animer l'heure de Dieu, un temps de prière. La rentrée est le 7 Octobre.

Depuis mon arrivé au Tchad, il y a eu des moments difficiles, l'adaptation au climat, la maladie, des problèmes relationnels. Grand merci pour vos pensées et vos prières qui me soutiennent. Ici la vie est pauvre,  ce n'est pas toujours évidant néanmoins il y a beaucoup de richesse dans la pauvreté et le Seigneur est proche des pauvres. Je ne suis pas seul, il y a d'autres coopérants et de jeunes qui travaillent pour l'ambassade, France volontaire et d'autres ONG. 

J'espère que vous allez bien là où vous êtes; travaillez bien et priez bien.

Fraternellement,

Francis