Here is a trip through my life in Salone, in pictures... enjoy... and thanks to all those people whose photos I have thiefed! Hehehe!
Home
My house: 29 Byrne Lane, aka the Byrne Lane fun house! My road, looking incredibly quiet...
My bed, complete with mosquito net and candle ready for night time!
The view from the balcony of my house. You can see the church. The church bell rings at 9am every Sunday and wakes us up... actually by rings, I mean clangs!
A different view from the balcony at dusk this time. This picture was taken on my last night...
Our neighbours, including little Abdul at the back who used to be terrified of me and scream and cry whenever he looked at me and is now my friend!
Work
My office... CCYA, 8 Kingharman Road.
The view from my office. You can see the Youyi building where some of the government minitries are and also a piece of wasteland...
The map in the VSO office shows all the volunteers and where they work. There were between 30 and 40 people in my time in Salone.
One of my first work trips was to do some interviewing for a piece of research with YAPAD. This pciture shows Desmond and Mohamed crouching by a river in Kono, interviewing diamond miners at work, as they didn't want to stop work to be interviewed.More interviewing, this time at a cookry/poyo hut in Bo.
My colleagues and myself at our office in Makeni after a workshop on Gender and HIV/AIDS. I always look so fluorescent white!
Freetown
This is a view across Freetown centre...
This is Murray Town Junction, where the VSO office is and where Krystle and I spent our final two weeks buying bread and sweet milk for our breakfast before heading off to job hunt in the office!
Lumley beach where much time was spent... just about 10 minutes ride from our house.
Paradise, our favourite beach bar, a bit like our local. We know EVERYONE who works there and goes regularly!
Sunset at Paradise... very rare to see the sun set right over the sea... and the groundnut seller girls (who all call me Aunty Jeneba).
Ami, the daughter of one of the beach traders. Her and her sister adopted me as their big sister and have to take some of the credit for me learning Krio as they would chat to me everyday.
Dressed as a zombie having performed the Thriller dance onstage at Paddy's in my second week in Freetown. A picture similar to this ended up on the front page of one of the newspapers here!
Krystle's farewell party (then she decided to stay!) this shows our living room full of dancing people. One of the best parties I went to, certainly the best I've ever hosted!
Out and about...
When I went up country with YAPAD in November, these pikin were at a village where we stopped to buy grapefruit and they danced to the music we were playing in the car. Children in Salone know how to dance!
Banana Island, where I spent Christmas...
A spot on Banana Island, where I said I would like to get married... unfortunately there were no takers...
Our Africana Christmas stockings, thanks Issifu!
New Years Day 2008 on top of a hill in Kabala. The picture doesn't really capture the atmosphere of being up a big hill with hundreds of other people...
Laka beach, where Simon lived and somewhere I spent a lot of time!
Bureh beach, I only went here once but it was my favourite beach, because hardly anyone else was there. This was where I famously fell over when I 'got my foot caught in the sand.'
Installing solar panels on Makeni library... or rather Simon doing that and me taking photos!
A thunderstorm in Makeni. Grant and I got caught in this on the way to Diya's house for dinner. We had to shelter in a palava hut with some friendly locals. One of them tried to talk French to me, which I could understand, but I seemed able to respond only in Krio!
Taken from the window of our guesthouse in Bo at Easter, these people were travelling on the back of the truck... people travel however they can in Salone... and enjoy!
Tiwai... beautiful and most certainly "dead pretty"!
A snapshot from the Peninsula Road. This road is amazing, goes out of Freetown across the Peninsula, photos just don't capture how awesome it is... I love this road!
Another shot from the Peninsula Road, people wash their clothes in the river and then dry them on the rocks.
A shot of Aberdeen Bridge... this bridge takes us from our house to the beach, and from our house to Paddy's! And on this occassion, from our house to the speed boat, which took us to the airport...
People
This story would not be complete without some mugshots of a few of those people who made Salone for me!
My lovely housemates... Krystle and Kate.
My CCYA sister and fellow VSO, Alona.
Grant aka Issifu, my favourite dancer in Salone and my favourite American (anywhere!)
My twin bro ABJ (my second favourite dancer in Salone!)
Diya - a wonderful, wonderful friend!
Pa Simon... there are many better pictures... but he belongs in this hammock!
Mario... who will never really understand what I say...
Yankuba, ABJ and Desmond.
My fake boyfriend, Asaf, who looked after me on many occassions and who generally had his love life ruined by the presence of me, his fake girlfriend.
And finally... four very special people who I miss very much... Gianni, Krystle, Haida and Tim.
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
Salone in pictures...
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Saturday, 10 May 2008
A don kam bak
Writing my blog in the last few weeks has been hard. I’ve written a few different posts, but never published them. The right words just weren’t there. So I’m trying again, sat on a train, from
I flew into Heathrow on Monday morning, I felt quite numb as the plane landed, as though maybe I was dreaming. There’s probably more money in Heathrow airport than there is in the whole of
The immigration official looked at my passport, and asked me if I still lived in Macclesfield. I said no, and had to stop myself from saying that I live in
Personally, emotionally, socially, I’ve had the most awesome experience in
So, I took the decision to return to the
And I believe that this is the right thing for me to do. Even now, as I sit and I would do anything for this train to somehow find it’s way to
Going to
So right now, it’s a strange time for me, I will be happy to see my friends and family here, but I don’t want to be here right now, I want to be in
I don’t have a job, or anywhere to live. I’ve forgotten how to work a cash machine and I keep talking Krio in shops. I wonder why no one is staring at me in the street and I nearly cried when a friendly Somali man started chatting to me in a waiting room yesterday.
I don’t know exactly who is reading this blog. I know Diya reads it, up in Makeni, because she always knows what I’ve been up to before I get round to telling her, Mario, because he likes to remind me how self righteous I sound when I write it (and I have needed that!), Dan because he’s started one too, Caroline because she has to keep an eye on me, and Jonny and Prize and Ben because they have it on RSS feeds.
I expect that a few people who I never imagined would read it, do and I strongly suspect that some of my nearest and dearest have never ventured near it.
But, for those who have been reading, now I am back in the land of fast internet connections, I will finally post all those photos.
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Thursday, 17 April 2008
Wildlife in a War Zone
Tonight, I went to a special screening of a documentary about
The first is that it made me realise how much I have started to take for granted the kind of wildlife that I see regularly here. The lizards and the birds and the bats and the insects that I see everyday that most people in the
The second was that I have visited myself some of the places featured in the documentary. The Tacugama chimpanzee sanctuary where I visited before Christmas, and Tiwai, the island I went to over Easter. These are beautiful places and I am incredibly lucky to be able to recognise them and see them as familiar. The third place he visits is the Lomu Mountains, not been there yet, but if all goes to plan, Kate and I will be climbing Mt Bintumani, Sierra Leone’s highest peak, sometime in the next couple of weeks. The filmmaker found evidence of baboons, buffalo and leopards, fingers crossed I might get chance to see a few of these myself. The film is a fantastic piece of evidence that shows just how beautiful and somewhat untouched
But, I have to be quite critical of the way the film maker dealt with the subject of the war in
He also talks repeatedly about the atrocities committed by the rebels. Yes, there were atrocities committed, to man, animal, landscape, structure, process. But it is not simply a case of rebels as the bad guys.
I do not claim to understand much about the conflict here, but what I do believe is that to reduce the civil war here to a case of good vs evil is an insult to Sierra Leoneans.
Films like this one can do a lot to help raise the international profile of
To truly represent Salone, we have to start understanding that this is not a country with only a civil war to blame for it’s position. Atrocities were committed during the war, no one is going to deny that, and justice and reconciliation are being sought for those things. Their impact will echo for decades, if not centuries.
But atrocities continue to be committed daily. I see their evidence in the decadence of the new Vice President’s Office, just a few minutes drive from the deprived
We need to move away from the idea that because someone picked up a gun or a machete to defend their family, their rights, to protest against their situation, because they believed it would somehow improve their life, they are automatically evil, and that those who didn’t have the moral high ground.
I’m not saying that the war was right. I’m not saying that the people who suffered injury and trauma in the war should ever have had to go through that, or that any condition, political, environmental, economic, justifies their experience. I’m not saying that those who took arms, on either side, should relinquish responsibility for their actions.
But don’t go blaming ‘the rebels’ for every problem in
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Wednesday, 9 April 2008
Challenge Jeneba!
OK, so many people believe that when people like me come out on voluntary placements it’s all about building schools and repairing hospitals. It isn’t, but sometimes it is. Like this weekend.
I went to Makeni (yes I go there a lot it’s my favourite place in Salone) to help my friend Simon with installing solar panels on the library. I had a 10 minute lesson in how to construct and re wire light fittings and was left to it for the rest of the day. What an experience… in between helping small children in the library with their reading “aunty aunty, what’s this one mean?” and generally causing a bit of a scene (it’s not often you walk into the library in Makeni and find a white woman fiddling with the electrics!) I managed to fit a few new lights. The guys working at the library told me that they had never seen a woman do that kind of work before. Then they thought I knew allsorts about electrics, and tried to get me to repair all kinds of appliances. Clearly I was good at convincing them I had a clue.
Anyway, there were some problems, and we didn’t get the light to work in Makeni that day, but it will do after a bit of rewiring (even I spotted that the wiring was a bit strange, which says something). And I learnt a bit about electrics. And got to visit my kids and my friends in Makeni. And buy lots of lapa.
We also had a lovely evening with Simon’s colleague Foday, who drove us to Makeni and his brother who invited us to eat dinner with them on Saturday night. Delicious food and great company… washed down with the best poyo in Salone.
So a good weekend all round.
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Thursday, 27 March 2008
Easter Monkeys
We had a five day holiday for Easter, as there was a Muslim holiday on Thursday, so we decided to take advantage of our long weekend and take a road trip. So, myself, Krystle, Kate, Patrick, Simon and Gianni headed to Tiwai a nature reserve on the in the south of Salone, in the district of Pujehun. Tiwai means ‘big island’ in Mende and it literally is a big island in the
Tiwai is easily one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been, and incredibly peaceful. It was the kind of place where seeing people on the landscape just looked wrong. You just don’t find that sort of untouched landscape in the
On Easter Sunday morning we woke at 7 and went on a forest walk. We saw many monkeys of different types, mainly in the trees, but also one on the ground. It was amazing. We also saw all kinds of birds and butterflies and insects and lizards. There were some fantastically old trees, with roots that I literally had to climb over. No Easter bunnies though. And no Easter eggs this year, although somehow without the commercial Easter stuff surrounding me, I never even thought about that until yesterday.
One of the big issues in
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Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Someone shoot me, I’m turning into a feminist
Last week, my entire organisation took a trip to our extension office in Makeni to engage in a workshop concerning Gender, HIV and AIDS. This was organised by my fellow VSO volunteer, Alona, who also works there as a gender advisor.
The workshop was fascinating, not only because of the different information that was presented to us, but also because of what the associated discussions revealed to me about some of the views that are ingrained within society here.
We had a quite heated discussion on some of the issues surrounding the treatment of women, gender based violence, womens position in society and in the family and the relationships between women and men. I have to admit, and I’m not proud of this, but I did get angry. I found that my colleagues would say one thing, say what was considered progressive, but then the underlying view, the humour, the jokes, would reveal a different view altogether. It upset me, more I think than I ever expected it to, to hear women discussed in such a way, so openly.
Of course, the week wasn’t all work. We managed to fit in a trip to Apex with some of my friends from Makeni and of course my lovely colleagues. I stayed the weekend, had some quality time with Yankuba discussing football hooliganism, with Grant eating peanut butter cookies (girl scout ones no less) and talking the meaning of life, lapa shopping with Diya, watching James successfully highjack one of Sierra Leone’s top artists album launches... I got caught in an amazing thunderstorm, gave an impromptu spelling lesson to the local kids and coped through an all in Krio conversation with some of the girls from COG about traditional cultural practices. I even managed a picnic under some palm trees, and I had my first experience of going to church in
Next week, it’s Easter, we get 3 days off and I’m going to find monkeys and hippos in the bush. Yay.
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Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Pondering in a pia tree
Being ill gives you time to think. Especially when you’re ill in a house with no electricity and a hammock. My time being ill led to me spending many hours in the hammock on my balcony, watching the pia tree and the birds, listening to the hustle and bustle of life on
Before I came here, VSO sent me on various training courses to prepare me for life in the developing world. Unsurprisingly, one of them was about development. Now, on the YfD scheme, there are a lot of people who had studied development academically. I felt a little bit out of my depth at times, having never done that kind of academic study. Looking back, I think that gave me something of an advantage. I didn’t have expectations or preconceptions. I was ready to just take
What it did do though, was make me really think about what development means. It also made me question whether I should come here at all.
I never answered that question.
I came anyway.
I don’t regret that for one second.
But I still haven’t answered that question…
I sat on the beach a couple of weeks ago with a good friend of mine, eating grilled fish and looking out at a starry sky over the
I think this everyday. I’m here to help Salone develop. But develop into what?
Right now, I spend my weekends on beautiful, empty, unspoiled beaches. I met a man recently who had come to investigate the possibilities of building a hotel resort up the peninsula. Simon and I lied. We told him that the best beaches were before
I spend my days and nights talking and laughing with an assortment of people. In the absence of TV, it’s amazing the hours you can spend discussing all number of things. As a result my friendships here are richer and deeper. But maybe Salone needs TV, electricity, improved communications methods.
Children can’t all go to school, and the ones who do go, no one can guarantee what they will be taught. People don’t have enough to eat, 75% live below the $2 per day threshold. In the
I doubt I will see much obvious change in the development of
Maybe they will ruin the isolated beaches, and everyone will be watching TV and, God forbid, there might even be a McDonalds or a Starbucks.
But does it matter, so long as the sick can get well, the children can learn and people have enough to eat and drink?
If development means that people start to have more access to essential services, that they live longer, eat healthier and have the freedom to pursue their dreams, then that is why I’m here. But sadly, everyday working in development, I see the rich getting richer and the poor staying exactly where they are.
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