Last time you heard from me, I was learning to cope with
Mali’s extreme heat, getting better at Bambara and planning my birthday celebration/reunion
for our stage in Bamako. Currently, I am freezing in Michigan, forgetting all
of my Bambara and trying to figure out the rest of my life. How did this
happen, you ask? Let’s start from the beginning….
In my village, people were getting used to my presence –
less kids were crying when they saw me, less people were staring in general,
and my host mom was allowing me to help cook more ( I bought and fried potatoes
for my host family once a week). Life was good. For March 8th, the
International Day of Women, I even made dinner for my host family – spaghetti with
tomato sauce – they loved it! Then at the end of March, the coup happened…
March 21st, 4 weeks before Mali’s election, some
military members were unsatisfied with how Mali’s situation in the North was
being handled – they felt like they didn’t have the adequate weapons/support to
fend off the rebels – so they decided to overthrow the current president. I remember
that it was Thursday morning; I was sweeping in front of my hut, when one of my
friend’s from the village stopped by and told me that the president was
overthrown the night before. Immediately, I knew it was no good – and I was
visibly shaken by it. My friend, as well as the rest of the village, throughout
the day kept reassuring me that everything was going to be okay and this will
be over soon. I really wanted to believe it, but deep down, I had a feeling it
wouldn’t.
In general, there were no changes in my village. Life went
on as normal. Everything seemed to be happening in Bamako, the capital. At
first, I was told to stay where I was and await further instructions. Then, a
couple of days later, me and the rest of the people in my region – about 6 of
us – were told to go to the regional house nearest us with one bag of
essentials and await further instructions. This was when it started getting
real. It was nice being in the house because I was surrounded by other
volunteers in the same situation – we had internet, bonding time, and great
group dinners! On the other hand, every day we were there we kept speculating
on what will happen next. Depending on what the news was saying, we were either
certain we were getting evacuated or hopeful things were turning around for the
better. Finally, after a week and a half of being stuck in this limbo, we were
told to all report to the training center which was about a half hour from
Bamako. That was when most of us realized that there was a strong chance we
were getting evacuated.
On the way to the training center, one of my friends said “This
is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me – having to flee the country.”
I replied “This is the second craziest thing that’s happened to me – already had
to do that once.” The war in Bosnia started in April 1992 and about 20 years
later, I find myself fleeing another country due to unrest/conflict – crazy,
right??
We got there in the afternoon on Tuesday, April 3rd, and
that night around 7pm was when we got the email that it was official – we were
getting evacuated. The only things they told us at that time was that we were
leaving sometime by the end of the week and we were going to be evacuated to a
neighboring country. As the week went on, we spent our time getting last minute
souvenirs, playing card games, enjoying the pool at the American club, and
calling our friends/family in country and abroad updating them on our
situation. Finally, we were told that we were going to be evacuated to Accra,
Ghana on a chartered flight for a close of service conference. We ended up
leaving that Sunday, April 8th.
Leaving Mali was very bittersweet. We had all been there for
different amounts of time, but we all had our own connections to Mali and our
respective communities. That part was extremely hard. On the other hand, we
were getting a trip to Ghana and staying in a hotel on the ocean. It was very
sad, but also kind of exciting at the same time. When we got to Ghana Sunday
night, we checked into our amazing hotel, got coconuts with straws handed to us
and were led to our rooms. Then we had an amazing buffet dinner. Afterwards, we
were all exhausted, emotionally and physically, so we went straight to bed in
the most comfortable bed we had slept in in a long while.
The next day, and the rest of the week, we spent our days in
sessions where they provided us with options for our life after the evacuation.
There was the option of direct transferring – going straight to another country
from Ghana – to finish out your service, delayed transferring, which was going home for a little while before going to another country, applying to
Peace Corps Response, which is a shorter commitment where you would work with
an NGO, or re-enrolling in the Peace Corps and starting all over again. The
last option was to close out the service and figure life out from there.
For me, before I knew of the options, I wanted to continue
with Peace Corps. In my case, the two places I could have gone were either Cameroon
or Senegal. After thinking about it for a couple of days, however, I realized
that this wasn’t the best option for me. I wasn’t feeling the same excitement about
doing it again as I had felt when I was getting ready for my Mali service.
Also, I really wanted to finish my thesis so that I can get that degree!
So, I decided to close out my service with the Peace Corps.
It was not an easy decision, and a decision that I really had to think about. I can still re-apply and do it all over again, or apply for a Peace Corps Response
position - so my ties with Peace Corps don't have to be completely severed yet.
After the conference was over, that Friday, me and two of my
friends ended up traveling to Cape Coast, Ghana. Cape Coast is another city on
the beach – with many tourist attractions. We explored the town, ate local food, walked on canopies
in the rainforest, and stayed in this beautiful hostel right near the beach! Cape Coast was
wonderful! It was good to get away with two of my friends and explore another
city of Ghana. Pictures are on Facebook :)
Although my time in Mali was relatively short, about five
months, that doesn’t mean that it impacted me any less. I fell in love with the
simplicity of life, the kindness/hospitality of Malian people and the
resiliency of Malian people as well. The women in my village had to carry water
in buckets from wells in order to water their huge garden – on top of
cooking/cleaning every day – but they never complained. Malian people faced
hardships (water shortages, dirty water, famine) that most of us have
never/will never have to face – but they didn’t complain. They did their best
to make it work. My Malian host family
opened their home to me and fed me without expecting anything in return. Life
was simple. Life was good. Hopefully one day I can go visit my village and properly thank them.
Not only am I thankful for the experience I had with my village and Mali in general, but I also am really glad I got to meet my fellow volunteers as well. We had amazing times together, quite a roller coaster. Although we all went our separate ways, I know that we have a bond that will stand the test of time. I expect big things from everyone!
Not only am I thankful for the experience I had with my village and Mali in general, but I also am really glad I got to meet my fellow volunteers as well. We had amazing times together, quite a roller coaster. Although we all went our separate ways, I know that we have a bond that will stand the test of time. I expect big things from everyone!
So, the question I get most is what now? That is a good
question…and I don’t really have an answer. For right now, I am focusing on
finishing up this thesis, getting this degree and finding a job.
I can tell you one thing for sure though – my relationship
with Africa is not done yet! That is why this is the end of a chapter, but not
the whole book.
Ajka