Montag, 22. November 2010
HIV in Kumbo
Before writing about my personal experiences I want to come up with the very sad chapter of Cameroon especially the North Western Province.
What I am talking about is HIV and Aids – a topic not openly enough spoken about.
Today I was talking to the NGO founder of Prodec (Protection of Orphans and Delinquent children) about the situation of orphans due to the virus .
The main problems are to pay medication besides the retroviral treatment, which is very expensive and to pay school fees - education is not free here although guaranteed by state since 34 years. And then of course let the children live a non stigmatized life and giving them their basic needs.
Fonlon the head of the organisation works as a human rights activist and lined out to me the difficulties he is facing, especially in pursuing the agenda of UNICEF -how to care for orphans and which needs have to be fulfilled – as some realities are just not taken in consideration by UNICEF :for example to give orphans the possibility to go to school whereas even the normal Cameroonian citizen has problems paying the school fees of their children.
Coming back to the topic of Aids:
The estimated HIV rate of Cameroon as a whole is 5.1 %, whereas you cannot really say how much are infected as many people have never done an AIDS test or even do not have a birth registration.
Nevertheless the rate in the north-western part is much higher, some organisations talk of 20%, you cannot really tell.
The rate is at this peak as the northwest has two big well equipped hospitals which are forged by people all over West Africa – often having the virus and then through prostitution, spreading it.
Sexuality is a very difficult topic. The virus transmitted through sexual intercourse can easily spread here as men have sex with many women as many live in polygamy without using condoms. The opinion of most Westerners including also me is you should just give out condoms: But I have now realised that just giving out condoms will not solve or really hinder the spreading of the virus. There has to be a change in sexual behaviour, where woman are not seen as inferior and people know about the risks connected to sex.
. Some men here “clean” the condoms after using and use them again, condoms sold on the markets have no quality whatsoever and people in the villages, well I do not know how they shall buy there condoms as the infrastructure is so bad and people do not even have the money to buy food.
What I am talking about is HIV and Aids – a topic not openly enough spoken about.
Today I was talking to the NGO founder of Prodec (Protection of Orphans and Delinquent children) about the situation of orphans due to the virus .
The main problems are to pay medication besides the retroviral treatment, which is very expensive and to pay school fees - education is not free here although guaranteed by state since 34 years. And then of course let the children live a non stigmatized life and giving them their basic needs.
Fonlon the head of the organisation works as a human rights activist and lined out to me the difficulties he is facing, especially in pursuing the agenda of UNICEF -how to care for orphans and which needs have to be fulfilled – as some realities are just not taken in consideration by UNICEF :for example to give orphans the possibility to go to school whereas even the normal Cameroonian citizen has problems paying the school fees of their children.
Coming back to the topic of Aids:
The estimated HIV rate of Cameroon as a whole is 5.1 %, whereas you cannot really say how much are infected as many people have never done an AIDS test or even do not have a birth registration.
Nevertheless the rate in the north-western part is much higher, some organisations talk of 20%, you cannot really tell.
The rate is at this peak as the northwest has two big well equipped hospitals which are forged by people all over West Africa – often having the virus and then through prostitution, spreading it.
Sexuality is a very difficult topic. The virus transmitted through sexual intercourse can easily spread here as men have sex with many women as many live in polygamy without using condoms. The opinion of most Westerners including also me is you should just give out condoms: But I have now realised that just giving out condoms will not solve or really hinder the spreading of the virus. There has to be a change in sexual behaviour, where woman are not seen as inferior and people know about the risks connected to sex.
. Some men here “clean” the condoms after using and use them again, condoms sold on the markets have no quality whatsoever and people in the villages, well I do not know how they shall buy there condoms as the infrastructure is so bad and people do not even have the money to buy food.
Donnerstag, 7. Oktober 2010
Montag, 4. Oktober 2010
Bakar del Sallah and Writing with the left
This is the sentence I heard very often on Friday the 10th as the end of Ramadan was celebrated here in Kumbo.
The feast had been delayed one day as the moon was covered by clouds the day before. So in Cameroon Sallah was celebrated on Friday.
As I did not have nursery school on this day ( I have finally started) I went in front of the musk near Bamkikai Junction. Here people were building up microphones and rolling out their prayer mats in direction of Mecca.
I got into a conversation with the Imam who is also the director of the Islamic High School here in Kumbo. We talked about Islam, Kuwait where my father lived for a while and Arabic which he wants to teach me. (We are getting better in Lamnso by the way)
At about 9:30 am the Arabic music which had been playing was switched off and the Imam started calling Allah Akbar which made all Muslims run to the field where they listened to the Imam. One man next to me rushed in washing himself according to the five pillars of Islam and then joined the other men praying at the front. The women are not allowed to pray with the men , they were sitting about 20 meters behind them.
The actual prayers consisted out of two rakas: first putting your arms on your chest, then bending down building a rectangle and then going down on your knees and kissing the floor.
After their prayers I first greeted some women I helped picking njama njama then I joined all the Muslims going down to the Fon palace where they gave the money they had collected on that morning to the Fon.
A lot of men in white clothing and caps or Palestinian scarves or woman in beautiful African clothing and head scarves ( the clothing rules for Muslim women in Cameroon is not that strict) , men on decorated horses ( of course without saddle) came galloping down the dusty runway followed by racing motorbikes and huge cars where rich Muslim families were sitting in.
After this interesting morning we were invited to two Salla feasts where we ate waterfufu and ero ( waterfufu is made out of manioc and does not taste nice) and at the other family fufu and njama njama . Both families offered us also popcorn and a biscuit similar to shortbread. The second family we went to are friends to Demian who if he and we have time shows us around the grassland area. As his friend has been to Mecca his name is Ala Hajji. I was quite surprised that Cameroonian muslims have gone all their way to Mekka. Anyway-
As it is already September I have finally started working in nursery school.
So every day at about quarter past six I get up and after my daily banana and sweet bread with tartina peanut butter - cocoa spread I walk down to my school. The way down I always enjoy as you can see Kumbo covered with clouds of mists as well as the mountains behind my town Kumbo. Sometimes I just have to stand for a moment and take in the scenery. After about 15 minutes of walking and various *Erani yas* and *asa akas* I finally reach Bamkikay where my school, at the moment my kids are being taught in two bare rooms, is situated. The rooms are painted pale blue and are next to the church, the ceiling of the rooms is partly broken so that in some places the rain is coming through. The rooms have about 10 benches with tables in miniature seize and a blackboard.
Nursery school here means something completely different as kindergarden in Germany.
After having the possibility to play with plastic toys until every child has arrived or better nearly every child, the seventy children have to stand in two lines – one line for nursery one and one line for nursery two-. Then they have to pray, this is the moment I always pretend of having something important to do so that I do not have to pray with them. After this they have to stand straight and sing the national anthem. Having finished the standard programme the children then usually tell if they have any news (nearly all the time they say that their mother has bought shoes for them) and then they sing songs, the part where I step in. One song for example is the wheels on the bus go round and round or Kelamba Kelamba where they all have to jump and of course scream.
Sometimes I play with them running through the jungle to search for a seldom animal, where they have to stamp their feet, bend down, pretend they are climbing and so on. This they always enjoy which promotes them jumping on me, which after a while really gets on your nerves, especially if a child shows no respect and starts hitting you as it knows you will not hit back, since here an authoritarian teaching style is common.
The children are between 2 and 5 years old and partly do not speak English at all so they sometimes do not understand you.
After having pied in the grass every child is supposed to sit down to learn and to be a good child as they often say and sing. Nursery one and Nursery two both have a teacher and beyond there is the so called auntie who prepares water to clean dirty pants or for drinking and tidies up the place.
For me it is often very difficult to handle the fact that the children here are screamed at, have to sit down all the time, sleep on their tables and are woken up again and are threatened to be beaten if they do not listen –children at the age of two or three are just far to young to sit down and should learn by playing but the educational system does not foresee this here. They mainly *learn* by repetition here, so if the teacher says this is a blue toy, she will repeat it twenty times until they are able to say the new word. Yet this does not mean that they have understood the concept of blue.
I am trying to give the children the opportunity to draw more often, they really love drawing, but here another problem evolves. My colleges want them to be able to draw perfectly right away and they forbid the children to use their left hand. This is the reason I have started whenever I am supposed to draw something on the blackboard to draw with my left hand so that Edith and Mary ( the other teachers) see that there is no problem with writing with the left.
Talking about teachers – next week on the 5th of October I will have to march in my African Teachers dress as there is International Teachers day , which I have never heard of before and marching is not really
But Edith and Mary are lovely people and beyond the facts I have mentioned I love to work with them and especially with the children who are a load of fun.
Right at the moment I am sitting outside as the weather has started to become drier – for us this means the period of dust will begin and there will not be running water in our house. That is why we are going to buy water canisters today so that we can transport the water from a nearby tap to our house.
By the way cooked groundnuts ( peanuts) are far better than roasted ones.
M du yun shingwan e Mbveh.
A berne
bri
The feast had been delayed one day as the moon was covered by clouds the day before. So in Cameroon Sallah was celebrated on Friday.
As I did not have nursery school on this day ( I have finally started) I went in front of the musk near Bamkikai Junction. Here people were building up microphones and rolling out their prayer mats in direction of Mecca.
I got into a conversation with the Imam who is also the director of the Islamic High School here in Kumbo. We talked about Islam, Kuwait where my father lived for a while and Arabic which he wants to teach me. (We are getting better in Lamnso by the way)
At about 9:30 am the Arabic music which had been playing was switched off and the Imam started calling Allah Akbar which made all Muslims run to the field where they listened to the Imam. One man next to me rushed in washing himself according to the five pillars of Islam and then joined the other men praying at the front. The women are not allowed to pray with the men , they were sitting about 20 meters behind them.
The actual prayers consisted out of two rakas: first putting your arms on your chest, then bending down building a rectangle and then going down on your knees and kissing the floor.
After their prayers I first greeted some women I helped picking njama njama then I joined all the Muslims going down to the Fon palace where they gave the money they had collected on that morning to the Fon.
A lot of men in white clothing and caps or Palestinian scarves or woman in beautiful African clothing and head scarves ( the clothing rules for Muslim women in Cameroon is not that strict) , men on decorated horses ( of course without saddle) came galloping down the dusty runway followed by racing motorbikes and huge cars where rich Muslim families were sitting in.
After this interesting morning we were invited to two Salla feasts where we ate waterfufu and ero ( waterfufu is made out of manioc and does not taste nice) and at the other family fufu and njama njama . Both families offered us also popcorn and a biscuit similar to shortbread. The second family we went to are friends to Demian who if he and we have time shows us around the grassland area. As his friend has been to Mecca his name is Ala Hajji. I was quite surprised that Cameroonian muslims have gone all their way to Mekka. Anyway-
As it is already September I have finally started working in nursery school.
So every day at about quarter past six I get up and after my daily banana and sweet bread with tartina peanut butter - cocoa spread I walk down to my school. The way down I always enjoy as you can see Kumbo covered with clouds of mists as well as the mountains behind my town Kumbo. Sometimes I just have to stand for a moment and take in the scenery. After about 15 minutes of walking and various *Erani yas* and *asa akas* I finally reach Bamkikay where my school, at the moment my kids are being taught in two bare rooms, is situated. The rooms are painted pale blue and are next to the church, the ceiling of the rooms is partly broken so that in some places the rain is coming through. The rooms have about 10 benches with tables in miniature seize and a blackboard.
Nursery school here means something completely different as kindergarden in Germany.
After having the possibility to play with plastic toys until every child has arrived or better nearly every child, the seventy children have to stand in two lines – one line for nursery one and one line for nursery two-. Then they have to pray, this is the moment I always pretend of having something important to do so that I do not have to pray with them. After this they have to stand straight and sing the national anthem. Having finished the standard programme the children then usually tell if they have any news (nearly all the time they say that their mother has bought shoes for them) and then they sing songs, the part where I step in. One song for example is the wheels on the bus go round and round or Kelamba Kelamba where they all have to jump and of course scream.
Sometimes I play with them running through the jungle to search for a seldom animal, where they have to stamp their feet, bend down, pretend they are climbing and so on. This they always enjoy which promotes them jumping on me, which after a while really gets on your nerves, especially if a child shows no respect and starts hitting you as it knows you will not hit back, since here an authoritarian teaching style is common.
The children are between 2 and 5 years old and partly do not speak English at all so they sometimes do not understand you.
After having pied in the grass every child is supposed to sit down to learn and to be a good child as they often say and sing. Nursery one and Nursery two both have a teacher and beyond there is the so called auntie who prepares water to clean dirty pants or for drinking and tidies up the place.
For me it is often very difficult to handle the fact that the children here are screamed at, have to sit down all the time, sleep on their tables and are woken up again and are threatened to be beaten if they do not listen –children at the age of two or three are just far to young to sit down and should learn by playing but the educational system does not foresee this here. They mainly *learn* by repetition here, so if the teacher says this is a blue toy, she will repeat it twenty times until they are able to say the new word. Yet this does not mean that they have understood the concept of blue.
I am trying to give the children the opportunity to draw more often, they really love drawing, but here another problem evolves. My colleges want them to be able to draw perfectly right away and they forbid the children to use their left hand. This is the reason I have started whenever I am supposed to draw something on the blackboard to draw with my left hand so that Edith and Mary ( the other teachers) see that there is no problem with writing with the left.
Talking about teachers – next week on the 5th of October I will have to march in my African Teachers dress as there is International Teachers day , which I have never heard of before and marching is not really
But Edith and Mary are lovely people and beyond the facts I have mentioned I love to work with them and especially with the children who are a load of fun.
Right at the moment I am sitting outside as the weather has started to become drier – for us this means the period of dust will begin and there will not be running water in our house. That is why we are going to buy water canisters today so that we can transport the water from a nearby tap to our house.
By the way cooked groundnuts ( peanuts) are far better than roasted ones.
M du yun shingwan e Mbveh.
A berne
bri
Dienstag, 24. August 2010
Pepper Bui and our garden
August 21th 2010-
The last days have not had a lot of rain which enabled us to start having our own African garden. Ta Ta Edwin the probably most hard working and self content man I have met offered us his help. Sometimes it is quite hard to understand him as he often uses Lamnso or Pidgin phrases but we are getting better in hearing.
So we first weeded a part of our garden (we have as most Cameroonians here a lot of cornfields mixed with yama yama - similar to spinach- connected to our house) which took us a few hours but we were surprised at the result: The soil was still so loose and fertile so we really enjoyed preparing the garden ( about 8 times 4 metres)for planting manioc, cabbage and spices. To mention here is that Tata has knocked at our door every morning since ( at seven a clock…) to explain things he wants to do with the garden. The strength Tata has is unbelievable, he digs up the garden so fast and with such technique –I really admire him for this and he always starts laughing about things we say or do and his laughter is so incredible –it reminds me a bit of the laughter of the wise baboon in The Lion King.
He also invited us to his family and village which will take us an hour per foot , there he wants us to join his church and community for one hour ( every Cameroonian I have met so far is very religious, if Catholic, Baptist, Presbyterian, Muslim ( they all are mixed with African traditional religion which is very present here)and then he wants us to play with his seven kids and probably we will get fufu and yama yama as a meal, fufu is a sticky lump made out of corn, yama yama is similar to spinach and of course made with palm oil as nearly everything here. By the way you eat fufu with your right hand which is washed before and after eating in a bucket with leak warm water- eating with your left hand is similar to India seen as dirty.
Talking about food I have to mention what happened to me yesterday (22.August) .We were invited to have dinner at our coordinators house. We had potatoes with cabbage and carrots and fish for the non veggies and green pepper sauce. I really enjoyed the pepper sauce yet I totally forgot that pepper sauce is served with a pepper and this walnut seized pepper was between my vegetables ( which I did not notice). So I ate and ate and suddenly I felt something very spicy in my mouth, this spicy feeling ended in a fire in my mouth and throat, I was crying and sweating, my face was bright red and my heart beating as fast as having run for three hours- and the worst - it took one hour until it stopped… well I won´t eat this a second time ( you are not supposed to eat them as they are soo hot , hotter than any Indonesian dish)
Bernard ( the name of my Cameroonian coordinator) has 4 children. They are so funny , especially Stephanie who is 4 years old , she is very heady and always tries to get what she wants by acting in such witty and incredible ways.
Then the oldest girl (I have forgotten her lamnso name but the translation “who loves you”) has only been living with Bernard for seven months as she is adopted. She is very bright and would love to go to highschool, but out of different reasons she will not be able to attend school until next year or the year after, so this is the reason we are going to teach her and a few other kids a few afternoons a week to enhance their reading and writing skills and preparing them for school.
Here I come up with one of the biggest problems in Cameroon. Education.
Comparing to other African countries education has improved here, yet many children do not attend school because of school fees ( yet as I was told many parents could afford those if priorities would be set right and money was not spend to much on drinking) and then of course even though they get high school degree they are not able to go to university because of their money situation and since there is a lack of places – and all the children and youth I met until now really want to learn ,they envy our opportunities and work so hard .
For example Alex, who I taught how to juggle .He would love to learn German and to study Economics at University in Yaoundé, but he just does not know if he will have enough money until October, when university starts.
I am so sad at the fact that young people who are so eager to learn just do not get the opportunity and we Europeans often do not use our opportunity of educating ourselves ( I mean not only in school terms). Here in the so called democratic state, the pupils are not able to say their opinion especially concerning politics.
As I am living in the Anglophone part of Cameroon you experience the injustice of Paul Biya the president since 1982!! Ministers and Presidents prefer buying big houses in France and investing in themselves and supporting the French patriotism and for example leave the Anglophone part without good streets. So here in the Anglophone provinces you find the strongest opposition, which shows up in Paul Biyas soldiers who you sometimes see walking a long with machine guns. A guy I met at the internet café ( young boy and very sad story) said he would rather have a divided Cameroon and he does not like living in such a undemocratic state, yet if he wants to live without any harm done to him he is not able to criticise Paul Biya in the open. I am interesting in the new elections which occur to happen in January , I hope for the best but I also hope that their will not be use of force and no casualties especially here around this area as there is a very strong opposition.
Talking about force , criminality is seldom here and the people show a lot of respect towards each other. Even the different tribes who in history had bloody fights and the different religios groups here live in peace and strong communities. Communities I think are very important here and as I am myself living together in a community I will tell you more about the structure and life in it…
A berne kbwuishe ( see you soon)
Bri
The last days have not had a lot of rain which enabled us to start having our own African garden. Ta Ta Edwin the probably most hard working and self content man I have met offered us his help. Sometimes it is quite hard to understand him as he often uses Lamnso or Pidgin phrases but we are getting better in hearing.
So we first weeded a part of our garden (we have as most Cameroonians here a lot of cornfields mixed with yama yama - similar to spinach- connected to our house) which took us a few hours but we were surprised at the result: The soil was still so loose and fertile so we really enjoyed preparing the garden ( about 8 times 4 metres)for planting manioc, cabbage and spices. To mention here is that Tata has knocked at our door every morning since ( at seven a clock…) to explain things he wants to do with the garden. The strength Tata has is unbelievable, he digs up the garden so fast and with such technique –I really admire him for this and he always starts laughing about things we say or do and his laughter is so incredible –it reminds me a bit of the laughter of the wise baboon in The Lion King.
He also invited us to his family and village which will take us an hour per foot , there he wants us to join his church and community for one hour ( every Cameroonian I have met so far is very religious, if Catholic, Baptist, Presbyterian, Muslim ( they all are mixed with African traditional religion which is very present here)and then he wants us to play with his seven kids and probably we will get fufu and yama yama as a meal, fufu is a sticky lump made out of corn, yama yama is similar to spinach and of course made with palm oil as nearly everything here. By the way you eat fufu with your right hand which is washed before and after eating in a bucket with leak warm water- eating with your left hand is similar to India seen as dirty.
Talking about food I have to mention what happened to me yesterday (22.August) .We were invited to have dinner at our coordinators house. We had potatoes with cabbage and carrots and fish for the non veggies and green pepper sauce. I really enjoyed the pepper sauce yet I totally forgot that pepper sauce is served with a pepper and this walnut seized pepper was between my vegetables ( which I did not notice). So I ate and ate and suddenly I felt something very spicy in my mouth, this spicy feeling ended in a fire in my mouth and throat, I was crying and sweating, my face was bright red and my heart beating as fast as having run for three hours- and the worst - it took one hour until it stopped… well I won´t eat this a second time ( you are not supposed to eat them as they are soo hot , hotter than any Indonesian dish)
Bernard ( the name of my Cameroonian coordinator) has 4 children. They are so funny , especially Stephanie who is 4 years old , she is very heady and always tries to get what she wants by acting in such witty and incredible ways.
Then the oldest girl (I have forgotten her lamnso name but the translation “who loves you”) has only been living with Bernard for seven months as she is adopted. She is very bright and would love to go to highschool, but out of different reasons she will not be able to attend school until next year or the year after, so this is the reason we are going to teach her and a few other kids a few afternoons a week to enhance their reading and writing skills and preparing them for school.
Here I come up with one of the biggest problems in Cameroon. Education.
Comparing to other African countries education has improved here, yet many children do not attend school because of school fees ( yet as I was told many parents could afford those if priorities would be set right and money was not spend to much on drinking) and then of course even though they get high school degree they are not able to go to university because of their money situation and since there is a lack of places – and all the children and youth I met until now really want to learn ,they envy our opportunities and work so hard .
For example Alex, who I taught how to juggle .He would love to learn German and to study Economics at University in Yaoundé, but he just does not know if he will have enough money until October, when university starts.
I am so sad at the fact that young people who are so eager to learn just do not get the opportunity and we Europeans often do not use our opportunity of educating ourselves ( I mean not only in school terms). Here in the so called democratic state, the pupils are not able to say their opinion especially concerning politics.
As I am living in the Anglophone part of Cameroon you experience the injustice of Paul Biya the president since 1982!! Ministers and Presidents prefer buying big houses in France and investing in themselves and supporting the French patriotism and for example leave the Anglophone part without good streets. So here in the Anglophone provinces you find the strongest opposition, which shows up in Paul Biyas soldiers who you sometimes see walking a long with machine guns. A guy I met at the internet café ( young boy and very sad story) said he would rather have a divided Cameroon and he does not like living in such a undemocratic state, yet if he wants to live without any harm done to him he is not able to criticise Paul Biya in the open. I am interesting in the new elections which occur to happen in January , I hope for the best but I also hope that their will not be use of force and no casualties especially here around this area as there is a very strong opposition.
Talking about force , criminality is seldom here and the people show a lot of respect towards each other. Even the different tribes who in history had bloody fights and the different religios groups here live in peace and strong communities. Communities I think are very important here and as I am myself living together in a community I will tell you more about the structure and life in it…
A berne kbwuishe ( see you soon)
Bri
Dienstag, 17. August 2010
The Mbveh
Mbveh ( not Mwe sorry)
If you want to get food fresh on the market or want to stroll through small wooden stalls full of African cloth, natural medicine, second hand clothes from Europe, get your hair braided or want to get closer to the locals, the market Mbveh is the best place to go.
You just tell the bush taxi driver in making a zzzzzs sound and the hand signal “ come “ the other way around that you want to go to Mbveh. “I go Mbveh” if you prefer to talk Pidgin.
The Mbveh is the central place of Kumbo where all the different people sell their goods ;especially now in the rainy season it is a real adventure to go through the market stalls, as the lines through the stalls are barely covered and so the path is very muddy. The paths are only about 1 metre wide so you always have to be careful not bumping into someone while looking on the ground for puddles.
Going through the lines nearly everyone greets the “ white man” as they call you and wants you to buy something (you should not do that of course).This has been a good opportunity to get to know people and a bit of Lamnso ( the language of the locals).
The good thing for us is that the volunteers of last year are still here and can explain where you can buy things and how expensive they are as often people want you to pay more as a foreigner as you normally do not know the prices.
Through Ann Christin and Maria ( the former volunteers)we have got to know a good tailor, who is going to sow us real African dresses for about 3000 franc which is about 5 euro. My skirt and top will be in greenish blue colours with African patterns on it.
The prices for food are very cheap for an European : 5 tomatoes are about 10 cents , 1.5 litre palm wine for 100 franc. Palm wine is very delicious and produced from the raffia palm, we had the sweet one today with some locals.
Then the food market: you will find stalls with various fruits, vegetables and corn.
Often you will see pineapples, bananas, peanuts , manioc, Irish potatoes, rice, garry, dried fish, tomatoes, alive chicken in baskets…
And of course you will find a butcher there: slaughtered goats, a head of a cow, intestines , feet of goats… the smell can be quite strong especially when the meat lies there for hours on end. Meat in general is not eaten that often as it is very expensive., which I am quite happy of.
Yet at least you now what you buy and nothing is wasted.
The food market took us nearly half an hour the first day as all the women started talking in lamnso or better trying to teach us lamnso on the market, welcomed us friendly and asked us questions. One woman seemed so old and weak and yet still she came up and shook our hands while carrying bananas on her head.
Carrying food or even tables on heads is a very typical thing here in Cameroon especially for women and children. They do it with such elegance and pride you really have to look up to.
Often you see children selling small things like poff poff ( very nice similar to Kreppel) which they carry in buckets and baskets on their head.
As the Nso calendar has 8 days every eight days their will be a huge market day where you can find nearly everything as for example Nollywood films…
The Nso people are the people around Kumbo, the Bamilike I talked of first around Bamenda.
The Nso are very rich in tradition and culture and their society is build up in chefferies with the highest leader called the fon.
The fon lives in a huge palace with beautiful grassland sculptures and pillars. Ethnologists believe that the fons palace is one of the most interesting architectural and cultural building and concept in the whole of Africa.
On Monday we took a trip around Kumbo and its nearby villages with Obama ( his real name is Emanuelle),a guy we are quite friendly with and he explained us a lot about the hierarchy in the Fon palace and the different traditions they keep while drinking a Malta trench and export ( Cameroonian beer 0.65 litre a bottle) in a small local restaurant.
But I think I will write about the Nso people and the fon palace another day as it is to much you can write about and at the moment I only know a bit of their tradition so I do not want to give you wrong information.
As we are going to start gardening with the help of a gardener we got to know (he comes to our door every morning at seven as well as Abdel Alex who I am teaching how to juggle ) I want to go to Mbveh to get some things and to Horizon, an internet café, to post this.
By the way I always get up so early here and you really start getting tired at 6 pm …
A berne ( Lamnso)
Bri
Donnerstag, 12. August 2010
Kumbo
After various bumps and roads as slippery as soap we finally arrived in Kumbo ; a town with roughly 60. 000 inhabitants stretching over the grassland mountain rage including many villages.
The first people I saw here where all dressed in traditional African dresses which I have totally fell in love with as they are so colourful. They all were on their way back from church as the people in Cameroon especially in the grassland are very religious.
Here in Kumbo you mainly find Christians and Moslems blending those religions with their animistic traditional African religion.
The people here all greeted us which is normally done with a handshake and questions and sentences like: “You are welcome.” “How are you?” “How did you sleep? “ and not to forget is the normally huge smile and friendly laughter they will confront you with.
At the moment we are staying at the bishop’s hill, which is the resident of the priests of Kumbo. I do not understand why the clerics of Kumbo allow themselves to have a better life as the other people, but of course this is typical for people who do have more money and power. Yet they are also very welcoming and friendly and let us take part at their meals.
We are soon moving into our own house with garden, where we want to plant our own traditional African food to live sustainable and environmental friendly.
The problem here is that there are no bins, so the rubbish is dumped or better burned.
The best solution of course is not to have any waste, so we will try to limit it through harvesting or buying our food on the traditional grassland market in the centre of the town, the Mwe ( a Lamnso name).
The first people I saw here where all dressed in traditional African dresses which I have totally fell in love with as they are so colourful. They all were on their way back from church as the people in Cameroon especially in the grassland are very religious.
Here in Kumbo you mainly find Christians and Moslems blending those religions with their animistic traditional African religion.
The people here all greeted us which is normally done with a handshake and questions and sentences like: “You are welcome.” “How are you?” “How did you sleep? “ and not to forget is the normally huge smile and friendly laughter they will confront you with.
At the moment we are staying at the bishop’s hill, which is the resident of the priests of Kumbo. I do not understand why the clerics of Kumbo allow themselves to have a better life as the other people, but of course this is typical for people who do have more money and power. Yet they are also very welcoming and friendly and let us take part at their meals.
We are soon moving into our own house with garden, where we want to plant our own traditional African food to live sustainable and environmental friendly.
The problem here is that there are no bins, so the rubbish is dumped or better burned.
The best solution of course is not to have any waste, so we will try to limit it through harvesting or buying our food on the traditional grassland market in the centre of the town, the Mwe ( a Lamnso name).
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