Climatic conditions seem to be getting worse with global warming, deforestation and the advance of the desert. The government and development agencies have invested in environmental protection and in reforestation programmes, but wood is increasingly scarce - being sought for daily life in cooking as well as for building. Experiments with alternatives for cooking fuel and for building materials inevitably meet resistance because of cost, inconvenience, and reluctance to leave tradition.
Maybe there is the beginning of an answer with these stoves that are built around the traditionnal 3 stones using only local material and consume up to 50% less wood... And there is a glimmer of hope seeing the children playing at building economical stoves, just like their mums...
May was one of those months, when I started to realise, how the extended family in West Africa is such an important element in sad and happy times. I spent some time visiting people, who'd lost a child or a relative, I also was invited to a christening... Most of my friends here spend every single weekend doing the rounds of friends and family, this is a nice sign of solidarity and that family ties are strong, but also a huge financial and social pressure.
Je n'avais jamais célébré le Journée de la Femme avant de vivre au Burkina Faso, mais l'an passé à Saaba et cette année à Koubri, j'ai pu constater que les festivités battaient leur plein pour cette fête nationale. Une lueur d'espoir dans un pays, où les droits de la femme sont trop souvent violés?
Difficile à croire si vous êtes, bien loin de la Place des Grands Hommes, Place de la Femme à Bobo Dioulasso, seconde ville du pays, où trône cette statue...
Mais pas impossible, si vous discutez avec ces femmes burkinabé à Koubri qui se battent sans relâche pour se faire une place meilleure dans la société burkinabé pour elles et leurs filles, grâce notamment à la microfinance. (lire sur le blog d'Entrepreneurs du Monde La Femme à l'honneur au Burkina Faso)
'On ne naît pas femme, on le devient', Le Deuxième Sexe(Simone de Beauvoir)
1.I wake up everyday at 5am to the sound of the Mosque nearby
2.I feel cold, when the temperature drops below 30C
3.A tee-shirt, a wrapped around piece of fabric and some plastic flip-flops have become everyday casual clothes… why did I ever wear socks already?
4.Nescafé tastes better with three sugars and tea is Lipton with half a green lemon
5.I eat a plate of benga* for breakfast and don’t think twice about a chocolate croissant
6.I jam in the back of a green taxi next to two ladies, one old man and a baby, the windscreen is held by brown bits of cellotape, the doors open from the outside...
7.Degué** in a bag has replaced 'tall skinny latte' in a stiro foam cup
8.I don’t mind the bus being delayed one hour, as we are waiting for the incoming bus to arrive, so we can take its batteries and get going, what was so terrible already about sitting on the Northern Line with a copy of Metro?
9.Overtake a donkey cart to work, then a motorbike covered in 60 fluffy chicken hanging by their legs, then a camel...
10.I wait until the end of the month, to get a Telmob bonus to recharge my mobile phone
11.The smell of soumbala coming from the neighbours courtyard on a Sunday evening has replaced the smell of BBQ sausages
12.It seems more obvious to carry stuff on your head than in a backpack, although I could never get it right… It seems easier to carry kids in your back, and gravity here means they never ever fall, just cling on to their mums’ backs…
13.Reading McCarthy’s Bar, listening to Damien Rice or watching movies on my pc is an exotic way to spend a Saturday afternoon
14.Everything slowly but surely takes the colour red from the dust, books, clothes, walls, my lungs I fear…
15.Going to a meeting in a UN building and taking the lift feels… exciting and strangely corporate!
16.I keep old papers for my next door neighbour to wrap the little doughnuts she bakes in the street in
17.Geckos and lizards have replaced cats and pigeons in the garden
18.Mangoes and papayas vs raspberries and rhubarb
19.I worry the price of tomatoes has doubled since last month, but can’t remember the price of an Oyster card
20.The shelves are empty at the lebanese Supermarket… "No milk today… my love has gone away…"
A l'attention de mes quelques rares lecteurs burkinabé, et des milliers de fans de cinéma du Fespaco, qui sont à Ouagadougou cette semaine, à vos agendas!
Projections de La Rivale: mardi 3 mars au cinéma Neerwaya à 22h30, jeudi 5 mars à 21h00 et dimanche 8 mars pour la journée de la femme à 19h00 et 21h00 au cinéma Wentenga.
J'attends demain pour le voir sur grand écran, mais l'enthousiasme du réalisateur Edouard Carrion et de l'actrice principale Laurentine Milebo que j'ai le plaisir d'héberger cette semaine est contagieux! Laurentine est particulièrement impliquée aux côtés des femmes et en particulier celles de sa communauté, du Congo Brazza, Edouard lui cherche à sortir des sentiers battus et veut porter un regard sincère et pertinent sur les réalités que peut vivre la diaspora africaine en France, sans misérabilisme ou stéréotype. La Rivale traite du thème des mariages arrangés et de la polygamie, un sujet d'actualité dans ces comunautés et encoe plus ici en Afrique, il sera donc très intéressant de suivre les débats après les projections. J'espère que vous serez nombreux à vous joindre à nous! Et pour ceux qui ne sont pas à Ouagadougou, le DVD est en vente dans toutes les bonnes FNAC!
Bon Festival!
SYNOPSIS: Un couple de restaurateurs africains, Prudence (Laurentine MILEBO) et Maurice (Claude Alexandre ECLAR), vit heureux en France jusqu’au jour où les parents de Maurice le marient à son insu à Thérèse (Tatiana ROJO), une jeune fille du village sous le prétexte que Prudence ne peut lui donner de descendance. A l’arrivée de Thérèse en France, Maurice, sur les conseils d’un ami Papa Simon, (Marius YELOLO) décide de la faire passer pour sa cousine afin de ménager Prudence. Cette idée va cependant vite montrer ses failles...
I was a bit surprised a few days back to receive a SMS from one of my neighbours suggesting to go 'a la paiche du dimanche'. I guessed he meant 'la pêche' but I had to double check this, as he is still in the process of learning how to write French, and we sometime misunderstand each other. I had not thought, fishing was a local hobby in a Sahelian country... But sure enough, you can fish here, and I'd soon find out there were the professional kind of fishermen, complete with stools and knee high wellies... and our kind... Mazou had it all sorted for the coming Sunday. At the crack of dawn, he was at our door with two fishing rods made of bambou, a can of juicy worms and a noisy P50 to take us there...
Direction a reservoir some 20km south of Ouaga, we drove through Ouaga 2000 - aka the posh ghost town, passed the graveyard and stopped in the non-lôti of Nangrin, a shanty town, where his family lives. Here we had a nescafé and a bit of bread and carried for a few kilometers on the dirt track. This was the loveliest part, with the contrast of the red track and green mango trees under the rising sun.
Soon we got to a huge reservoir, where a couple of people were fishing on canoes, but most of them were sitting by the water, where we joined in. It is a serious business, so serious hardly anyone took any notice of me, except for when I caught my one and only fish, and decided to put it back, as it was a beautifule blue and silver colour and there was hardly anything to chew on it. There was a coffee break at noon - had it been England, we would have opened cans of lager, France a red bottle of wine, but the conversation would have been the same, sharing stories of catching huge fish, coming face to face with a cayman... I could have happily called it a day, but the plan was to move with the sun to another side of the reservoir. Despite staying for another two hours, it was too hot and we hadn't caught quite enough to feed my friend's family, so we bought some fish off another guy to have a decent meal that night and said our goodbyes.
At dinner, I quite happily gave my share of fish and kept to rice and sauce, not feeling so hungry after starring all day in murky polluteed waters, and seeing the poor fish agonising on bits of black plastic bags. They also look far too tiny to be eaten, it would have been the decent thing to put them back in the water for a few more weeks, so they could grow and reproduce themselves, but here one can't be choosy, as even the heads and bones will be saved, dried and used to fragrance the stew. No matter, how far you travel, it seems that people are the same sometimes, I was quite sure, on that same Sunday, my friends in Navotas in the Philippines also went fishing with the family barge... If they in Manila or us in Ouaga could just remember to look after our planet a little bit, not like the three fishing brothers Gruff...
'So what I'm wondering is this. Is it possible to have some kind of genetic memory of a place where you've never lived, but your ancestors have? Or am I just a sentimental fool, my judgement fuddled by nostalgia, Guiness and the romance of the diaspora' Pete McCarthy, in McCarthy's Bar.
...As an introduction for uploading some photos my godfather took yesterday in the Alps. I was just reading this book and this exact quote, when the photos arrived by email, and it seemed like a good match.
McCarthy's Bar is also a good read, if you just like travel, Ireland, pubs, colourful people and funny stories, or all of the above. (it's a pure coincidence, it is published by Hodder, where I worked in a very remote, distant, London life...)
But rather than dwelling on some existential thoughts and the answer probably being at the bottom of a third pint of Guiness, which are in short supply here in Ouaga... Let's just enjoy the view, and take a break from all this red dust... Amen.
