So JB and I are finally starting to get down to business here in Zabzugu. School started this week for him. Although it raining both Monday and Tuesday mornings, so really not much was accomplished. Life sort of shuts down here during rain. Which is pretty understandable. (Queue side-tangent on rain)
The saying "when it rains, it pours" really applies here. There is very rarely a drizzle or light rain, it's totally a "go big or go home" mentality with the rain. I have very rarely experienced the force of rain in the US that we've been getting here. It's quite amazing actually. You can see the storms come in from a distance, just massive clouds rolling across the sky. But since you can see so far into the distance, it actually takes the storm quite some time to reach us, which is nice since you very rarely get caught unawares. And then you start hearing the thunder, which is so different that what I'm use to in the US as well. The lighting and thunder time delay seems very off here. I very infrequently see the lightning, which might have something to do with it. But when I do, there is a huge time gap between them. Unless it's right on top of us, and then it's instant. But the thunder doesn't really "crack", it rolls for at least 10 secs. Which doesn't seem like a very long time, but when it's loud and just going on, it's amazing. I love the storms here. Then there's the what seems like gail-force winds before it actually starts to rain which in itself will wake you from a sound sleep. When it actually starts to rain, it's as if the sky just opens up and dumps a bucket of water on you, there's not small warning that it's going to start, it's instant. Since we have a tin roof, the noise is almost deafening. And then it just stops, utterly and completely stops. Sometimes you hear the thunder rolling in the distance as it leaves you, but not always. And usually the sun will then come out. Crazy! Anyways, sorry about the ramble.
So, school has started for JB, but nothing really happened the first two days. Usually the first few days are spent cleaning up the school. This includes cutting the grass by hand with machetes by a hoard of children. The black boards are repainted. The school furniture is brought back into rooms. The hallways/porch-like areas are swept of goat and sheep poop. And finally school and officially begin. JB is definitely excited to get to work.
My work schedule has been a bit more random. Since I don't really have a set job with set times, it's been a bit more difficult to firmly tact down what I'm suppose to be doing exactly. I definitely have a job description and a goal, but that's about it. I'm also a "first generation" volunteer here, which means that I'm not inheriting a project from an existing volunteer. So I have to meet all these people and slowly work out with them, what I'm suppose to be doing and what they expect from me. But I'm getting there slowly. :)
I do have 4 outreach communities that I'll be working with and now with my bike I'm able to actually get there. However it's farming season, so it's very hard to catch people actually in their villages unless it's very early or very late. I'm working with the District Assembly (DA) so I've been meeting some DA people at my villages to do some assessments, which has been very productive. The bike riding has been a challenge though. My bike (although beautiful and orange) is not meant for this type of biking. The first village I biked to was an hour away and I crested 3 large hills, while my bike was stuck in high gear. Ugh, it was brutal. Also because it's raining season, the road is kind of similar to a river bed, filled with rocks, streams, and loose gravel. I'm hoping to find a mountain bike next time I go into Tamale, but who knows. I know that it's doable to bike to these villages, just not easy. So I'll survive either way, plus I hope it gets easier once raining season ends.
I've finally been given a Dagomba name here. It took some arm twisting to get it, but I succeeded. "Stephanie" as it turns out is very difficult for people to say, so they usually just ended up slaughtering it or saying something I could hardly recognize. Therefore a local name was needed. So my new name is Mandeya here. It's a proverbial name which from what I can gather means "I accepted, but be warned". I'll have to ask a few more people what they think it means to really lock down a solid meaning. It means that I've been given a hard task (leaving my home, moving to Ghana, and then come to the Northern Region, followed by being very far away from the city), but I have accepted it where other people have not. Kind of an empowering name. JB has yet to get a Dagomba name, partly be JB actually is a name here for Twin. So they've been slow on assigning him one, but we're working on it.