One year ago, on this day, April 30, 2013, I officially
became a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer (RPCV), said goodbye to Senegal and
returned home to the US. I don’t know why it has taken me so long to write my final
blog post but what better way to reminisce about my final days in Senegal then to write about it on my one year anniversary home. I can’t
believe it has already been a whole year back home. It’s weird, some days it
feels like a lifetime ago I was living in Senegal, other days it feels just
like yesterday I was saying goodbye to my fellow volunteers in Dakar.
I remember the final weeks in village just flew by. Probably
because I was so busy that whole last month. I had finally received my USAID
grant for my last and final project in Mboula; a women’s garden! Since I first arrived
in Mboula, the women couldn’t stop talking about their desire to have their own
garden. They saw it as an opportunity for them to get together and socialize
while still being productive. A chance
to get away from their household responsibilities. Also it was a means of
financial independence from their husbands. The money they would make from the
garden would help fund future projects
or things to embark on. I agreed . Not only would the garden benefit the
women but it would also benefit the
whole community by increasing the abundance of freshly grown produce and overall
improving the nutrition of the community. The grant money unfortunately took
much longer to receive than I had anticipated. USAID apparently don’t just hand
over 2,000 dollars lightly. By the time, I received the money and was able to
start buying supplies, I only had a month left of service. I was nervous the
project wouldn’t get done before I left.
My couterpart Saer and Dabo helping the mason mix cement |
The garden was completed with less than two weeks of my service left. I was able to organize a two day garden training for all the women. I wanted them to have the right information and knowledge about sustainable gardening practices in order for the garden to truly be successful and last well into the future. I brought in this guy who worked for the department of agriculture in Linguere and he taught the women techniques, like double digging a garden bed, spacing the seeds, companion planting and fertilizing. It was a very valuable two day training, and the women had so much fun learning and getting their hands dirty. I even got a few agricultural Peace Corps volunteers to come help out as well (can’t thank you enough Bonnie and Teagan). And of course my right hand man, Fae was right by my side where she has been my whole service! I don't think I would have survived two years without her. I unfortunately won’t get to see the long term success of my garden project but I am very fortunate to be able to pass this project along to my replacement volunteer, Drew, who I met during my last week in Mboula.
Meet Drew, my replacement!! |
Working hard with the women! |
Learning how to seed |
My amazing counterparts Saer and Abdou! |
My final day in Mboula was a difficult one. My whole room
was packed and ready to leave bright and early the next day for my last bush
taxi ride. I spent my last day going around to each compound saying my thanks
and goodbyes. I heard a lot thanks, prayers and blessings. Some people didn’t want
me to leave, others wished me luck in finding my future husband. In Senegal, when you say goodbye to someone
that you are not going to see for a while or rather a more permanent goodbye, it is custom to shake hands using your left
hand and say “taggu na la”. As some of you may know, you never use your left
hand for anything. It’s your filthy poop hand. Well the only exception is for when you are
saying a permanent goodbye to someone. It was a bit awkward shaking with my
left hand, it felt wrong. Also not many Senegalese people knew what I was
doing. They kind of looked at me like why are u giving me your left hand. Probably
because they don’t really ever say goodbye permanently. Not many people leave
their lives for good. My host mother was having a really difficult time with me
leaving. She would come into my empty room and start crying. Senegalese people
tend not to get weepy or sad so it was really unusual and hard to see my mom so
upset. I tried to comfort her. I told her not to cry and that I would keep in
touch and that one day I would return (God Willing).
Ami winning her award |
That evening, the Elementary and Middle school held an
awards ceremony for those students who showed academic excellence in the
classroom. All of Mboula came out to cheer on the winners and show their support
for education. My little Ami, was rewarded for best in her class. I was so happy for her.
She is such a bright young girl and I know she will go far in life as long as
my family continues to support her education. All of the children performed little
comedy skits, half of which I just didn’t understand. They sang songs and
danced around and one middle school aged kid even gave a short speech in
English. It was pretty impressive. After
the awards, my two counterparts, Abdou and Saer, both got up and made a speech
to the community, explaining to the village that my time in Mboula had come to
an end and that I was leaving. They thanked me for all the hard work I had done
and that I was going to be very missed here. The teachers of the Elementary
school awarded me a certificate of
completion of my service, as well as a traditional Senegalese Outfit with a
beautiful necklace. Then Ndey Awa, one
of the leaders from the women’s group, spoke on behalf of all the women, how
grateful they were for all my hard work and that I would always be a part of
the community. It was then my turn to talk, which was probably a good thing
since I was on the verge of crying. In my best possible Wolof, I thanked
everyone, told them how much I would miss Mboula and that I could never forget
them! I then said a Senegalese blessing my family taught me and said good bye!
The kids acting out their skits
So proud of my Ami!! |
The last dinner with my family was a hard one. It still didn't quite feel like I was leaving them. Everyone was pretty quiet around the dinner
bowl, not really knowing what to say. I ate my last mbaxal gerte that Njiaay
cooked and I knew I was definitely going
to miss that meal! I said good night to all my little nuggets before they fell
fast asleep and then I hung out with the adults for one last night! Xhady kept
asking me why I had to go and that I should stay. It was sweet to know that I would
be missed. I couldn’t believe all the love my community showed me that day and
how lucky I was to have known them. I said my goodbyes to my family that night
not knowing who I would see in the morning. I cried myself to sleep that night,
I don’t know why but I did. I will say that I absolutely do not miss sleeping
in my stick bed or waking up to the sound of a Mosque at 5:30 am.
I awoke early that morning and started to gather my stuff
up. Njiaay Sibi unexpectedly entered my room and said she would help me carry
my stuff out to the car. Instead of taking Elhadji’s bush taxi, my
neighbor Abdou was going to drive me to
Dahra in his little car, he was going that way and had room for me. To my surprise,
all the women had awaken to say good bye to me again. I was overwhelmed with emotion and was on the
verge of tears. I went back into my room one last time, to gather up the
remaining bags, when baby Aida came running in calling my name in her baby
talk, “Fatty, Fatty”. I lifted her up into my arms and completely lost it. The
tears just flowed down my face and when we walked outside I wasn’t the only one
crying. My mom, Xhady and even Mamtou had tears in their eyes. It was by far
the hardest and saddest day of my service! My father blessed me with safe
travels, good health and a rich and fulfilling life. I then took my father’s
left hand and said goodbye. My mom was sitting on the concrete slap crying, it
was time for me to go so I walked up, gave her a great big hug and told her I would
miss her. The rest of the women walked me to the car, and we all said our
goodbyes. As we drove out of Mboula, it all finally felt real. I was leaving a
place that had begun to feel like home. I cried the whole way until I reached Linguere
and Regional house.
We Survived the Djolof!!! |
However my Peace Corps family knew just how to cheer me up
as I arrived at the Regional House, a nice cold Gazelle (Senegalese version of
Natty light-yuck)was waiting for me as I walked through the front gates. Six of us started this journey together and
now five of us were leaving Linguere and the Djolof family together. It was
weird to say goodbye to everyone, we all had become so close but at least it
was comforting to know that I would most likely see them again in the U.S. The
hardest part was saying goodbye to Helen
Keller and Sparky our loyal watch dogs. But I know they will be in great care,
as more and more volunteers cycle through. They will always have volunteers
looking after them!
Team Linguere for LIFE!! |
My last day in Dakar
was also my last birthday in Senegal! I was fortunate enough to spend the day
with incredible friends I had made throughout this journey before my flight at
midnight! We took a little fishing boat out to get to Ngor Island just off of
Dakar, where we spent the day exploring the Island, picnicking by the water,
buying anything and everything from the local women selling things (I’m pretty
sure I bought natural coconut oil, trying to spend all of my CFA before I left)
and enjoying my very last Senegalese beer, Flag. We then watched the sunset on
top of Sarah’s new apartment in which the girls had bought me a delicious
birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday! I couldn’t have asked for a better last
day! That night, teary eyed from saying goodbye, I boarded a plane and said good
bye to my new lifelong friends and to Senegal. Leaving had finally hit me and I
was now worried about the thought of being back home, a place I had not been
back to since I left for the Peace Corps.
After an exhausting whole day of traveling from airport to
the next (Dakar- Lisbon-Newark), I had finally arrived at West Palm Beach
airport excited to see my family waiting for my arrival. To my great surprise,
as I turned the corner to see the waiting room, I was welcomed not only by my
family but by a whole crowd of people screaming my name and holding signs. I of
course didn't have my contacts in and it took me a good minute to realize that those crazy people screaming
were all of my amazing friends welcoming me home!! Honestly it was the greatest
surprise of my life, and I am so grateful to have such wonderful friends and
family! And I have to especially thank my little brother who planned the whole
surprise. He is absolutely the best!
I had a Jack and Coke waiting for me to arrive, thanks bro |
It’s crazy writing this blog, looking back on my experience
and thinking it has really been a year since then. I miss Mboula and my family
everyday! I often think about them and wonder what is going on. I keep in touch
with them as much as possible through
skype although it just doesn’t quite feel the same. I miss the children the most especially my
little baby Aida who I watched grow up from a newborn to a talking two year
old! I am forever grateful to the people of Mboula, for embracing me as one of
their own and to the Ndoa family for taking me in and caring for me as if I was
one of their own children. Mboula will always be a home to me just as Fatou
Ndoa will always be a part of me. Since being home I have seen a few of my
Peace Corps friends and have remained in close contact with them. I believe I
have fully adjusted back to life here in the U.S however I still really hate
how cold the air conditioning and always feel like I’m freezing inside my
house. When I think back to my Peace
Corps experience, I think of how much I’d grown throughout those two years and
all the experience and life lessons I gained. I am forever grateful to the
Peace Corps, it was an amazing experience that I do not regret doing for a
heartbeat! It was the hardest experience of my life for sure but when I think
back to my time in Senegal, I think about all the fun, the laughs, the weird crazy
moments and all the happy memories. All the tears, sweat and work were all
worth it. Asked if I would ever consider doing Peace Corps again? I say this: “If
I was wealthy and could afford being a volunteer again, then absolutely YES!!!”