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Saturday, November 30, 2013

it's so hard to say goodbye

Sooooooo guess what!?

I'm in AMURIKAAAAA!

My 2+ years in the Peace Corps have finally come to a close. I am happy to say that I completed my service and am now a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer. As I reflect back on my service I remember all the good as well as the bad times. I am very happy that I got to experience so many things and help out Burkina Faso (however small my contribution may have been). I want to continue to broaden my horizons through travel, school, meeting new people, and staying open to new experiences. Next on this list vagabond's list is medical school (even though I do plan on moving to Berlin for a few months beforehand).

I want to thank my friends and family here and in Burkina for sticking by me and helping me complete this monster of a job.

Thanks for reading about my PC experience. Below are some photos of my goodbye festivities. Stay tuned for the next adventure =]




some of my gifts!


Health agents saying goodbye


Neuf (9) my dog giving me the sexy eye
the head nurse presenting me with a gift


my life for the past 2 years


the road home

bring me your first born son

My best friend in Burkina, Roukie invited me to her home in the capital to celebrate Tabaski with her family. Tabaski is the second biggest Muslim holiday where they sacrifice a lamb. They are celebrating  the selfless act of Abraham and his son. In short, God asked Abe to sacrifice his son, Ishmael. Abe said ok and when he informed his son of his duty, Ishmael nobly accepted. In order to reward their willingness to serve and obey, the Lord switched Ishmael out for a lamb. Yay, now they don't have to eat their first born on Tabaski, a lamb will suffice!

Here are some pictures from the party. PS they eat and or use every last but of the lamb. NO WASTE UP IN HERE!

Be warned some are graphic.

The lamb in question
skinning it
the innards



making the dressing for the salad


washing the meat


trained butcher
Nudia, Roukies daughter


Roukie, her husband, and I

it's all just fun and games

Since I love weighing babies/ making sure that they are well nourished, I'm in the maternity everyday. This means that I find myself in the back birthing room quite often. I must admit that I enjoy watching child birth- not in a sick twisted way that usually accompanies a statement like that. It's kind of like watching a game (basketball, football, etc.) You're rooting for the object- in this case a baby not a ball- to go through the designated area. Not too different from a hoop or a goal post. The midwives look at me a bit sideways when I actually start chanting go, go, go, GO in escalation! Or when I cry wooohooo! when the babe makes it safley in the catcher's mitt. I like to think that I'm only encouraging the mom to be aggressive...b-e a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e. At least it will be a good story for her to tell the kids. I was in labor with you for 5 whole days, in the blazing heat, while a crazed American screamed nonsense at my vagina for you to come out...

 Like I was saying I find myself in the room of life yet again. This story begins with the mother at the crowning stage- but ladies and gents this is no Game of Thrones. This first time mommy at the ripe ol' age of 17 is pushing as hard as she can, but the hole in not stretching to accommodate the head. The midwives begin to voice their frustrations. "This is an example of a 3rd degree excision. How are women expected to successfully go through labor when they are mutilated like this, c'est pas possible! blah blah blah" For those who don't know a 3rd degree excision is the second most invasive type of female genital mutilation. They completely scoop out the clitoris and either sew together or remove the labia majora. The women end up looking like a scarred barbie doll. The Burkina government is getting involved in prevention and education on excision but it is still a huge reality for a lot of girls and young women.

 Since the babies head will not exit, Madame Zongo grabs a pair of scissors and begins to cut the outside rim of the woman's vagina...no anesthesia. I'll write that again NO ANESTHESIA!! To make matters worse the scissors are dull. Madame Zongo is just snipping away but it's not cutting through. At this point the woman is screaming bloody murder, and what does Fati do? She slaps her in the face of course. I hand Zongo a pair of slightly less dull scissors and after a few snips she successfully tears through. They end up having to make another incision on the other side to further enlarge the opening, and the baby finally makes it through. SCORE! Although we're not in the safe zone yet. We still have to sew the mom back up (no anesthesia). I guarantee that most of these women have issues with their sex for the rest of their lives. I mean they are expected to keep popping out babies like bunnies while continuing to satisfy their husband's carnal desires. No wonder women here view sex as a chore.

 Let's review the score board kids: No clitoris, excision scars, childbirth scars, the pressure to have sex before healing completely, the knowledge that more sex will lead to another painful childbirth, AND constantly having your genitals mutilated whether by excision or childbirth. Talk about reopening healed wounds. Looks like no one wins here...well at least not the women.