Heck of a Job Brownie!

What follows is solely the opinion of the author.

This is the time of year when future Peace Corps Volunteers (PCV) find out where in the world they will be living for the next 2 years. Many volunteers are fresh out of college and intoxicated by the romantic ideals of living in the bush of Africa or the jungles of South America. I am going to share with you my experience over the past 2 and a half years living in Mali under the Peace Corps (PC) banner. I admit Mali is not indicative of every PC post in the world, and my experience living in a small village differs from someone who lived in a city, with running water and electricity. So here are the things I feel are the most important to understand about PC life in Mali.

DISCOMFORT- There isn't a single chair or bus seat in this country that won't hurt you in some way. There are rarely days when you won't be soaked in sweat with sand and dirt embedded in every pore. At some point, maybe on a bicycle, you WILL shit yourself. Don't be ashamed, everyone does it.

LOSS OF ANONYMITY- I grew up in New Orleans, and I would regularly go to the Audubon Zoo. I would lean over the railing and stare at the gorillas wondering what they were thinking. They were thinking, "QUIT STARING AT ME, I CAN PROBABLY HIT YOU WITH THIS ROCK FROM HERE!" I know this because here you are the gorilla. There are days when I sit in my village and all day long children just stare at me. Everything you do will be interesting to Malians, reading a book, washing your clothes, sweeping the floor, flying a kite, everything. Also, you will never be able to forget you are different. Anywhere you go people of all ages will yell, "WHITE PERSON!, WHITE PERSON!" as you walk down the street. Also, as a consumer everything you purchase, or any service you require will cost you exponentially more than a Malian because you are a "Rich American". I know a kid who paid a "sick" 1,000 CFA for a watermelon! Thats the average daily wage for a laborer digging wells. Way to go Coulibaly!

-As a side note, I recently saw Ricky Martin in New York city, people were passing him and screaming "SHE BANGS!, SHE BANGS!" I walked up to him and said "I know Ricky, I know." He smiled and walked away. You will have more sympathy for celebrities after this.

BOREDOM- You're gonna hit the tarmac in Bamako like a college football team running through a banner. You are gonna be so pumped and ready to start saving babies, but in all honesty most days you don't do anything. Things that you could get done in a week in America will take 6 months here. Believe it or not I have done more work here than most volunteers. You spend most of your service trying to find the best spots of shade to put your chair in. I have spent entire days here sitting at the bank, for no other reason than they have Air Conditioning. I have read more books in the last 2 years than I have in my entire life. I spend most of my time scaring Malian children. I usually get on my bike and troll my village waiting for a kid to start running, and then the chase is on. It usually ends in someones courtyard where the child has sought refuge from me. We all handle boredom and loneliness in different ways and you will have to figure it out on your own, but the volunteers in your region are the only one's you can rely on so get to know them and understand you are all in this together. They will be your friends for the rest of your life.

PEACE CORPS- I have been here 3 years and I have yet to figure out what my sector supervisor (APCD) does for a living. One would assume that they are in their position to assist volunteers, I mean if there weren't volunteers they wouldn't have a job, but alas it is impossible to get in touch with my APCD. They are usually "out of the office", so I can only assume that they moonlight as Dogon tour guides or Drive a Bittar bus on the side. Let me give you an example of this. I am being replaced when the next stage comes, but my service doesn't end until the end of October. As it stands now, in September when my replacement arrives and takes over in my village, I will be homeless. I have a great deal of work to do in Segou for the school project, so logically I feel I should be able to move into Segou. I have been trying to remedy this situation early because everything moves extremely slowly here but I can't get a straight answer from my APCD, because I can't get in touch with my APCD. So, I am preparing myself for a few months of squatting at the transit house in Bamako. Another example involves a fellow volunteer. They went home for Christmas and returned in early January. They next saw their APCD in March and the first question their APCD asked was, "Did you just get back from America?" These are the people charged with our safety and security and they don't even know if we're in the country or not. I would like to share just one more story with you. Early on in our school project we had raised half of the 60,000 dollar budget. (This is the largest amount of money PC would allow us to raise through the PCPP program.) We were searching for an NGO to work with to help us raise the remainder of the funds. We decided to go to Bamako and ask all the APCD's and administrative staff for contacts within the ex-pat or NGO community to help us with our project. We were promised help that never came through and a lot of people didn't know how to help us. Really? It is your job to help us, you have networks and contacts in this country at every level, but you can't think of a single person who might be interested in building a school in Mali? The final straw was a meeting we had with an APCD who said that our project was too large in scope and would make other volunteers look bad. I was shocked, this person was in essence saying that the standard expectation for a volunteer was so low that by doing a project this big, we would make most volunteers feel inadequate. Basically, screw the Malian kids who might get an education in the school you want to build and go on to a better life, you might hurt Timmy from Vermont's feelings because all he did for two years was paint a map of his village. If we continue to settle for the status quo what is the point? What makes America so great is that we don't set limits. The man who created the Peace Corps John F. Kennedy said ,

"We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."

As he walked off stage do you think he was grabbed by Robert McNamara and told if he went to the moon, it would make Eisenhower and any other President who followed him feel inadequate? Hell no, he set the bar high and dared others to follow him. In Mali at this moment there is a "Dream team" of talent. We have kids here from the best schools in the world who want to work and improve this country. But as long as the Peace Corps tells people not to tackle a project because it's too big or daunting, then we are wasting all that talent.

"Heck of a job Brownie!"

Remember you are now an employee of the United States Government and are subject to all the bureaucracy and red tape that goes along with it.

INCOMPETENCE- You are about to enter into a world where nothing makes sense. Everything is done backwards. Words like efficiency, consistency, reliability, and logic do no exist in this place. This includes everyone from your taxi driver to ATT, but is not limited to only locals. I'll give you an example. We found a man with a machine we needed to finish a project. We offered him a reasonable rate, but he refused. He said, "I would rather let the machine rot than give it to you at that price." Does that make sense? I would rather make at least some money than none at all.

PACKING- In all seriousness the only things I use on a regular basis are a headlamp, and a mosquito net tent. Everything else is found in this country. I suggest you fill one suitcase with as much non perishable food as possible (Tortillas, chili and taco mixes, velveeta, soup mixes, Cookies, BBQ sauce, etc.) and fill the other with clothes (underwear, t-shirts, jeans, shorts(Guys))

I know this might not be the most uplifting blog you've read in the last couple of weeks, but this is how I see it. Like most things in life you are quickly going to realize that things aren't exactly what you were expecting. Don't get me wrong, there are days when the sun is setting and a pink haze falls on the horizon, cool air blows down over the Atlas mountains, you're sitting in a families' courtyard laughing and talking about the project you finished, a project you've been working on for months, as your host mother sits by the fire making Tigadiga Na and there is nowhere in the world you'd rather be. But in the grand scheme of things, those days are rare.

Good luck at PST, I won't be there, not enough experience!