October 1st - 4th
That poster you see above was proudly displayed in three of the five rooms at the guest house we stayed at in Kabala. It was made in China and very bizarre if you studied it long enough. Nonetheless, it was better to stare at than the Brittney Spears poster that was also part of the decor. Unfortunately, we weren't able to actually eat any of the odd assortment of food displayed on that poster nor did our dinner table feature a picture of kittens or a piccolo. Nope, instead we ate rice and mashed up cassava leaves mixed with fish with the bones left in or rice and ground nut stew, or rice and whatever mashed up stuff was available. See Sierra Leoneans consider rice "food" and all the other stuff you could put in your gob well, other stuff. My taste buds soon grew weary of rice so I was happy to discover that you could buy these little loaves of fresh baked French bread in the market for about 20 cents and oranges galore. Oranges and bread along with a jar of peanut butter provided by the ultra super Japanese friend of the Program Director we were traveling around with saved me.
That poster you see above was proudly displayed in three of the five rooms at the guest house we stayed at in Kabala. It was made in China and very bizarre if you studied it long enough. Nonetheless, it was better to stare at than the Brittney Spears poster that was also part of the decor. Unfortunately, we weren't able to actually eat any of the odd assortment of food displayed on that poster nor did our dinner table feature a picture of kittens or a piccolo. Nope, instead we ate rice and mashed up cassava leaves mixed with fish with the bones left in or rice and ground nut stew, or rice and whatever mashed up stuff was available. See Sierra Leoneans consider rice "food" and all the other stuff you could put in your gob well, other stuff. My taste buds soon grew weary of rice so I was happy to discover that you could buy these little loaves of fresh baked French bread in the market for about 20 cents and oranges galore. Oranges and bread along with a jar of peanut butter provided by the ultra super Japanese friend of the Program Director we were traveling around with saved me.
Kabala is beautiful and the people that live there are incredibly nice. Besides the hoards of children that would follow me everywhere I went and yell “white man” I never was hassled. On the second day I corrected the kids and said, “No white man dis, me a white ooman! That’s it white ooman.” Having been so eagerly corrected, the following three days you could hear where I was in the town by all the caterwauling going on. “White ooman! White ooman!”
We spent a lot of time with the staff talking about possible interventions and got to travel around Koionadogu District where Kabala is. All and all our time there was well spent.
1 comment:
Love ironies of Britney Spears and posters from China . . . but the best is the "white ooman" story. Sounds amazing both personally and professionally! Keep going Golding!!
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