3.19.2009

Malam Ibro and Hyena

This is a folk tale that was written by Seyni Maïga Adama the head-master at the college (middle school level) in my village. He is originally from the other side of the country near the town of Tera. He wrote it and I edited it a bit. I hope you enjoy, more to come later.

Malam Ibro was a great Marabout. Talibé from different tribes and countries came to study Islamic theology in his school. One day he decided to go on pilgrimage to Mecca. At that time there were no cars and no motorocycles. People traveled on foot or by horse. Malam Ibro took a horse and went to Mecca. On his way he met Hyena. Hyena was very hungry. She asked Malam Ibro to kill for her, and then she would carry him to Mecca and back. Malam Ibro accepted and killed his horse for Hyena. When Hyena finished her meal, she ran away into the bushes laughing at him.

Malam Ibro took his baggage and went to sit hopelessly under a big baobab tree on the riverside. Hare came out from the bushes to drink from the river. When he saw Malam Ibro he went to greet him. After they greeted each other, Malam Ibro told him his problem. Hare knew exactly what to do. He told Malam Ibro to wait for him in the bushes and he would bring Hyena.

Hare went into the bush and met Hyena. He told Hyena that he had organized a great feast for his birthday celebration and nobody came. Hare did not know what to do with all of the food and all of the meat. Hare asked Hyena to take a message to all of the animals and to tell them to come quickly. Hyena told him that it would be of no use and that he himself would have to play the role of all of the animals of the bush.

On their way to the place where Malam Ibro was hidden, Hare moved slowly and Hyena asked him to hurry up. He told her that his leg was hurting him. Hyena asked Hare to ride her and he did it. He rode her to the river side and before he realized what was going on they reached the tree where Malam Ibro was hidden. Malam Ibro caught Hyena and rode her all the way to Mecca. When they reached Mecca, Malam Ibro tied up Hyena and performed his ritual washings before prayer.

During the journey, Hyena didn’t eat anything. People tried to give her vegetables and grass, but she could not eat them. In Mecca she saw some children eating meat and she begged them for the bones. Full of fear the children ran away and told their parents that the horse of Malam Ibro asked for the bones they were eating. When the adults arrived, they realized that it was not a real horse at all, but Hyena. They beat her and when she was free, she ran back to the bush.

Hyena came back to the bush very worn out, hungry, and correctly beaten. After she rested a while she went to the river to drink. At the river she met lady Tortoise. Hyena told Tortoise to go into the woods, fetch firewood, make a fire and kill and roast herself. Then, Hyena would eat her, because she was dying of hunger and fatigue. Tortoise went into the bush fetching wood to do what Hyena ordered her to do. She was fetching wood and crying. By fortune she came across Hare who asked her what was the matter. Hare told Tortoise to climb a tree and he would call to her and if Hyena asks you what was going on you should tell her that Malam Ibro was looking for Hyena.

Tortoise executed the plan and Hyena asked her who was calling. Tortoise told her that it was Malam Ibro. Upon hearing the name of Malam Ibro she ran like a fugitive into the bushes.

After helping Malam Ibro, Hare saved the life of Tortoise, proving once again that Tortoise and Hyena are two of the stupidest animals in the bush.

3.12.2009

Ouaga

From FESPACO

OUAGADOUGOU, BURKINA FASO—FESPACO, the Panafrican Film and Television Festival of Ouagadougou, takes place every two years and gives film makers from the continent a chance to showcase their films. This year was the 40th anninversary. I traveled there with 4 friends.

We saw about 6 full length films and about 15 short films and documentaries at about 4 different theaters. Some were good and some lackluster. It was easy to see which areas of the continent have money available for film makers by the number of entries, with things being weighted toward North African countries and South Africa. My favorite film was Teza which won the top prize, the Stallion of Yennenga. I’m no film critic, so I want try to bore you with my opinion, but if you get a chance to see it, I’d recommend it.

Equally important as the films, was the food and drink. Avocado sandwiches, pork (!), tapas bars, good street food, plantains, more than one beer, and juices and wines made of crazy delicious local fare. If we batted about .300 on watching good films, we batted about .800 on food.

One of my favorite parts about Ouaga is the fact that there are so many cyclists. They even have bike lanes for bikes and motorcycles. It made me shed a tear for my bike in Maradi—Oh, how I miss thee!

We finished out the week, having only learned a few words in the dominant language of Burkina, Mouré. No one seemed to want to help us out. They were perfectly content listening to our French—my broken French. But we were able to find a few people that spoke some Hausa and Zarma, which made us feel like we were home.

Although it's been nice getting back to Niger, I hope to get back to Ouaga some day—a great little city with a whole mess of potential.

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To read Jeremy’s account of Ouaga and other recent events look no further than here. For pictures of our trip look here. Have a nice day. You enjoy your snow and I’ll enjoy my 100 degree dustiness.

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Also, just added a new feature to allow easy feedback. There should be 3 buttons under each post—thumbs up, indifferent, thumbs down. I’ve forgotten what is interesting, so this will help me post more things you’d like to read. I hope it works. Thanks.

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Heading back out to the bush tomorrow (Friday) morning.


3.09.2009

Update on Tsalla Girl





This is Aicha. She delivers my breakfast of tsalla and sauce every morning. I found out since I last wrote about her that she doesn't actually live in my village, but only lives there during the school year. She helps out at the family who houses her by selling tsalla in the mornings and on market day.





Read more here.










My bowl is on the left and soon the tsalla will be covered in sauce, Mmmm.







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Lastly, notes from FESPACO coming soon (apologies, the FESPACO website is not only difficult to navigate, it is uninformative).