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I'll be serving two years in Liberia, Africa as a Peace Corps Volunteer. Taking on the world one math lesson at a time!

Monday, August 4, 2014

real talk


As all of you should know by now, all volunteers from Liberia, Guinea and Sierra Leone have been temporarily removed and sent back to the States. This was a tough transition for all of us as we were disappointed, angry and sad that we had to be leaving such an amazing country. Disappointed that we cannot help, angry that there are no other options and sad that we have to leave behind so many amazing people because "Liberia is just not “safe” enough for us."

Though our families and friends are happy and relieved that we are home safe and ebola-free, I encourage you to understand that we were always safe. We were evacuated in less than 36 hours and had proper training on how to avoid the contraction of Ebola. However, it is also important to realize that there are almost 1.5 million people still left in Liberia who do not have the same luxury as us to just evacuate to a disease free land. In addition, it is crucial to remember than “Ebola” is not a definition of Liberia. Liberia and Ebola should never mistakenly become one of the same in any context. Before leaving for Liberia, I could count on one hand the amount of people who even knew where Liberia was and now, it is being called “Liberia, the place with Ebola.” It angers me that when people ask me where I’ve been for the last two months that instead of asking about my students or community, I am asked whether I was afraid of Ebola. No, I was not. I was not afraid because I was a. not hanging out with infected dead people, b. washed my hands and c. did not hang out with those who were noticeably ill. Ebola is a really hard disease to catch and can be prevented. What media forgets to explain is that behind each person suffering from Ebola, there are 100 who are taking preventative measures to prevent it. My hands were dried and cracked from the amount of times I was stopped and told to wash my hands before entering school, my home, in the market and at the training center.

It is hard to not judge countries and define them based off what you read and hear in the news. However, I encourage everyone to dig a little deeper to fully understand what Liberia is really like. For those who are able to do this, they would see that Liberia is a resilient country filled with the most welcoming, remarkable people. If you really knew Liberia, you’d know that they love American’s and refer to themselves as “America’s little brother.” If you really knew Liberia, you’d know that they crank the radio up nightly and dance the night away because they enjoy the little things in life. Lastly, if you really knew Liberia, you’d know that they’ve been to hell and back before and they ARE strong enough to get through a pandemic and will do just that. Liberia is a place that has its quirks and imperfections as all countries do, but it saddens me to hear it in such a negative context.

What you read and hear in the media is all negative and leaves no room to show their viewers what Liberia is truly like. Many tend to discard countries such as Liberia as “just another third-world African country” however, I assure you that Liberia is one of the most amazing and culturally rich place I’ve ever been to and am excited to go back. I hope for everyone to leave behind their single story mindset of “Africa” as a whole and get to know Africa as a continent with 54 differing countries. Expand your knowledge by researching the culture and learn about the people rather than thinking of it fully in the context of disease and poverty. Disease does not define Liberia, Liberia is defined by its culture, people and the resilience that both show. Go team Liberia!

 (My little brother's fifth bday ^ he's the stud in the suit)
 Celebrating Liberia's Independence Day!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I could be Amish.

Oh man.... Laundry is the worst. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I don't rub my clothes as hard as they do on the wash board because a. I'd like to keep my finger tips b. because it hurts every muscle in my body and c. I'd prefer my underwear to not be stretched out to the size of parachutes. It's not cute. Some times my ma will come over and put some elbow grease into washing my clothes and a little part of me dies as I watch the sweet threads of my Target Tees cry. I thought I was losing weight but then I remembered that my clothes increase a size with every wash. Sometimes when no one is looking, I just swirl my clothes around in the bucket like a washing machine and then call it good.... Works at home so it should be fine, right? 

Hahah shoot, this life. Though it probably sounds like I'm complaining, I am loving every second of it. I am not only getting into really good shape and getting a tan but I am also learning that I could survive in an Amish community and that kind of makes me feel good about myself. Also, If I was stranded on an island, I think I could survive.... Thanks Liberia. 

Well, it's safe to say I'm learning more than I ever thought possible and I am constantly reminded how much I like this country and all it's strange quirks. Minus the mice. I hate them. 

Moral of today's story, I miss Tide Pods.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

I travelled in a Barbie shoe.

Traveling in Liberia I am pretty sure, is actually a form of a circus act. The taxi does not leave until they have literally packed the car completely full, meaning minimum of 4 people in the back seat and 2 in the passenger seat. In most cases, one in the trunk (ironically called VIP) and one on the roof. These cars do not have ac and sometimes don't have working windows.... Meaning, it's hotter than a coal left in a fire for a week. You can bond quicker with a person in one car ride than many people can do in their lifetime. With this background on taxis, I'd like to share my trip back from Monrovia.

It's 1:30, heat of the day and you can cut the air with a knife due to the humidity. When we finally get our taxi, approximately the size of a small Barbie shoe, we start piling in. We get 4 people in the back seat and the driver says "we can fit one more." What? No. But he manages to fit another in. My butt cheek is now touching everyone in this car and the smell of body Odor and bad decisions are miserable. The car is making this strange giggle noise and makes a crazy "eeerrrrk sqeeeek" every time he shifts. To which I say "we aren't making it." Alas, we continue on. I finally can't handle the heat anymore and need to roll my window down stat, but the window roller is MIA. I ask the driver if there is any way I can roll down the window and he conveniently hands me my missing window roller, which he so thoughtfully decided to hide for the first 20 minutes. -_- 30 minutes into our drive, our tire is  being held on by a string, a toothpick and by the graces of God and eventually we have to stop to fix it. However, "fixing it" doesn't mean actually fixing it... He just kicked it a couple times and wiggled it.... Every bump in the road, the driver would stick his head out the window to make sure our tire was still there. I'm honestly shocked it lasted the whole way. Half way into our journey, by the graces of the traveling gods, I manage to fall asleep. It was short lived as our Barbie shoe does a cannonball into a large puddle which sprays me in the face with dirty water, most likely laced with urine.... I honestly considered opening the door and falling to my death because it seemed like a much better option.... Luckily, I remembered I had brought chex mix and my survival skills were regained.... We made it safely back to Kakata but it took about an hour to regain the feeling back in my butt.

On the bright side, though traveling is uncomfortable and miserable, there is something about being in a taxi for 2 hours and only having to pay around $2 usd.... American taxis charge you more than that to breath in their presence. For that, I am thankful!
Liberian taxi:1
Dani:0

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Do it...for the children.

Tonight I came home to snails and peppers for dinner. This is the second time this week that I've had snails and I didn't have tissues to hide them in.... Sweet Mary, I ate an entire dinosaur sized snail tonight. It was the equivalent of eating a Firestone tire except more spicy. I think my host ma is on to me because she sat and watched me eat it and then left after it was gone.... All I kept thinking was "protein, protein, protein." After eating rice all day every day, I can't be picky when it comes to protein and/or vegetables. I got white girl wasted on a cucumber the other day because it was the first non-oil soaked thing I've had since I've been in Liberia. They love oil so much here, the other day I saw my ma take a swig out of the oil bottle on her own terms.... No one forced her... She just was feeling parched and decided oil would be the best bet because why not? When in Liberia, I suppose.

Well tonight, after forcing down 2 snails and a dish spicier than Enrique Iglesias, I played some (non-American) football....aka soccer.... With my neighbors and brothers. They doubted my ability and put me in the furthest corner possible and told me, "if the ball come to you, dress small and we will kick. We want to beat." Meaning "if the ball comes to you, Move your butt in the opposite direction so we can actually win this game." This wasn't going to work for me.... Nope. I had an audience of about 15 who were all saying "white woman like to play with children." So I decide to "show off" a bit with my sweet soccer moves.... Mother eff, the ball flies to me, Prince aka P money aka my neighbor yells "LEAVE IT!" To which I say "I do not understand you!" And I kicked the crap out of that ball.... I'm surprised I wasn't asked to go professional after a kick like that.... However, after my 3 seconds of glory, I then address the issue of "that ball isn't going towards the net." Nope. Instead it was soaring into the sweet face of the 3 year old I had scared to death the other day due to my whiteness. WHAT? Out of all 38 children around, it had to be the nugget that is terrified of white people. -_- to make matters worse, the audience went from "white woman play with children" to "white woman kick ball at baby." Ughhh the struggle is real. I'm getting sent back to America. Haha

But I'm not gonna lie, I giggled to myself for a solid 3 min after this. I love when that happens.
Moral of this story, when you are told to sit and pick grass in the corner of the field, just do it....for the children.

Monday, July 14, 2014

I saw a child poop in a bag.

This blog has nothing to do with me seeing a child pooping in a bag.... But just know that it did happen and that's a sight that will never go unseen...

The real issue at hand is that 87% of the time Liberians talk to me I just nod and smile because I have NO CLUE what they are saying. Just when I think I have a decent grasp on Liberian English, I go into the market and am completely lost. Liberian English is a combination between heavy slang, leaving off most endings of words and adding an -o to the end of everything.

Example: "morning-o"
Why you may ask? No clue... But I know that I like it a whole lot. It really jazzes up a word and gives it some spice. The day could be fine OR it can be FINE-O. Insta word pizazz. In addition to adding O's, Liberians also say "thank god!" In response to many things. You ask them how their day was and they respond, "thank god!" This response still throws me off.... I feel like I get a stupid look on my face as I wait in anticipation as to why we are thanking god. Alas, there is no explanation.... Just a thanks..  So Thank God for that?

A few Liberian English phrases that I find exceptionally great:
"Don't eat my eyeball."- don't rip me off
"You dry."- you're skinny.
"I need to check the tire."- can you pull over so I can pop a squat in a bush?..... Because I'm a lady.
"How's da body?"- have you been working out Dani? You look like a young Jennifer Anniston.. Jk I think it means how's your health? (Still not sure of this one, so I like to flatter myself instead).

So ya Liberian English is fun. I wish they had a Speak and Spell *Liberian English* addition...someone please invent this and send it my way? Along with a chipotle burrito and a Kitkat. :)

OH side note, so far I have made 4 children cry because they are terrified of me..... Because I'm white. It is the funniest/saddest thing ever. The first couple I felt bad but now I'm realizing that this is the BEST GAME EVER. It's like having the scariest Halloween costume ever and having all night entertainment but without the costume and it's EVERY DAY. I came home yesterday and this little boys eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me. It was like he saw freaking Sasquatch..... Which isn't far from the truth because shaving sucks but that is not the point... The point is, he cried and hid from me.... Did I chase him? Yes... But only because his ma told me to for the sake of a good laugh. That poor child will forever be terrified of white people. Sorry small child, you can thank your mother for that one.... And God, always thank God.

Until next time, eat a chipotle burrito for me.










Saturday, July 12, 2014

Small small water

Small-small water

My day consists of 4 very important things: 1. Eating 2. Filling up my water filter 3. Doing my laundry and 4. Using the restroom.

These tasks seem simple but alas.... You must remember, I am living in the Stone Age era. What do I mean by the Stone Age ( you may be wondering?).... I mean that in Liberia, cooking, getting water, washing clothes and flushing toilets are no walk in the park. The well is approximately 23 water spills, 6 trips and 18 toe stubs away from my house... Aka, Zanpea needs a pedicure and a massage STAT! I hate when I take the lid off my water bucket and see that it is bone dry. Now, I would say I'm in good shape... I dabbled around the gym before I left and sometimes did some push ups but until you have to draw a bucket of water up from a well and then carry it up a hill back to your house multiple times a day, you don't know "working out." The worst part is, is you need water for EVERYTHING. You want to cook? You need water. Dishes? Water. You have to poop? Water.  You are thirsty? Water. It is a vicious cycle that is whipping me into shape real quick. I've been reading Harry potter and if there is a spell to make water appear, I need to learn it because buff dani is not a cute dani.... I'm going to look like the hulk when I return. Beware.

However, besides the struggle of not having running water, my family turned on the generator for the first time since I moved in, the other night. It was GLORIOUS. I got to shower WITH A LIGHT and do my readings WITH A ROOM LIGHT. My headlamp felt abandoned but I refused to care because I am selfish. Oh man. It's amazing when you are separated from the small things in life for a while, when you have them again, you realize how great they are. I will never take lights or running water for granted again.... The day that I don't have to be conscious of how many toilet paper squares I am using will be magical. Moral of today's story: enjoy the simple things in life because life gets a whole lot harder without them.


Friday, July 4, 2014

I ate a hamburger for america.

Yeah that's right a freaking hamburger. Sweet Mary mother of Jesus it even had cheese on it. Let's get something straight, its only been three weeks but my food cravings are out of control. I am like a drug addict withdrawing from drugs, but instead from lack of beautiful, glorious, preservative packed american food. I would eat a pouch of red dye #40 if I had the opportunity because let's face it, at this point, anything is better than rice and soup. The other day I found a Secret pack of m&ms hiding ever so delicately in my bag and I straight up got white girl wasted off them. You would have literally thought I won the lottery with the amount of excitement that poured out of me. They sell m&ms here, but that's besides the point. ANYWAYS back to my hamburger. It was the most beautiful display of dead cow I have ever seen, topped with cheese and joy. It was great. In Addition to eating hamburgers to celebrate our American heritage, we also played soccer in the pouring rain. Well, I just squished my toes in mud and dodged the ball and thought about food... My teammates did pretty well though. Go team. Moral of today's story, a hamburger is the way to my heart. Also, this is a very ADD blog. Not sorry. PS if you are a food picture poster, I will find you and I will make you eat a chicken foot because I hate you. Unless you send me snacks and nutella.... For the children... But really for me....PS (again) I love america. Someone drink a beer and flush a toilet for me. ADD SLEEP DEPRIVED DANI OUT.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

im not white, im shiny


There are a few things you should know about Liberia... 1. Starring at the white person is totally accepted. In fact, instead of just starring, literally drop EVERYTHING you are doing to stare... Its not uncomfortable at all. 2. Being called "shiny" does not mean you have overactive sweat glands. No, they are literally insinuating that you are so white that you shine. 3.Liberia might as well be located on the sun. 4. Telling a Liberian "you think you're getting tan" is the funniest of jokes. (But I swear I'm getting tan) 5. Liberians are the happiest people I've ever met. Lastly, 6. Don't come here unless you're planning on falling in love with the country. :-) now that that's taken care of, I'd like to share my first market experience..... I was on a mission: operation buy lapa (cloth) and take it to a tailor to get a skirt made. Well my friends, when you're shiny, unobservant and have the Liberian English proficiency skills of an infant, you struggle. A lot. As we walked around this massive market, I found myself in the narnia of Liberia. I was SURROUNDED by pig feet, chicken feet, puddles of animal blood and enough flies to populate Utah. My nose hairs instantly fringed off from the funk... Rough. Luckily, we made it out of meat hell and began wondering around something similar to a very large flee market. Here I learned that "Obama lapa" does not mean that Obamas face will be made into a skirt. (Disappointment). From there we got mildly lost but Alas finally found home:). The best part about getting lost though is you can just about ask anyone in your community "where do I live?" And they know.....which begs the question, is it because Im shiny?

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

It's for sure a third world.

So I've been in Liberia for 3 days and it has been the most eye-opening, scary, tiring, exciting three days so far! When I arrived, we all piled into a bus and drove into Kakata for our training. Liberia is the greenest most humid place I have ever been to! It's pretty beautiful!

Since I've been here, I've been tangled in a mosquito net, encountered at least 3 elephant sized bugs , seen what 3rd world looks like, learned that there are 8 types of diarrhea and have seen countless colorful lizards! It's been quite exciting..... :)

3rd world conditions are unlike anything you'll ever encounter in the United States. People are everywhere selling things like eggs, meat, bags of water and bags of nuts ON THEIR HEADS. There is trash everywhere, broken down cars left to rot and children younger than 8 doing more labor than I've ever seen a grown man do. However, aside from the overcrowding, bizaar smells and dead rats(which I STEPPED ON), you encounter people that are so friendly and happy to be alive. During our walk around, many kids ran up to us like we were celebrities and wanted to high five us and hug us. I've never seen so much happiness radiate off a child than when we all put out our knuckles to pound their knuckles. Though the city scared me shitless because I was so out of my comfort zone, I am so beyond humbled and ecstatic that I get to be apart of something SO MUCH larger than myself. :) everyone should travel to Liberia at least once. If not for the cute children, then for the pineapple and for the fact that $20 US looks like a million dollars when you exchange it for the Liberian Dollar.... :)

That was for sure the deepest thing I have ever wrote... Someone call Oprah.

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Final Countdown

Through my application process, I'm pretty sure I stalked every possible blog known to mankind to figure out how long I would have to wait for a final acceptance. For those who may be interested in applying for the Peace Corps, know that the application process takes a LONG TIME! Apply early and expect to wait during each step of the application process. All together,  from application submission to departure took 10 months for me! Keep on keepin' on, the Invitation at the end is so worth it!
mid August 2013: Application submission
early to mid October 2013: INTERVIEW! (mine took 3 hours....but I talk too much..)
November 8th, 2013: NOMINATION to be a Math Educator in Liberia (Accepted immediately, of course)
(legal packet was sent to me. Finger prints and background info)
Early January: received Legal Clearance
January 13, 2014: Education Desk needs more info... aka an updated resume and a filled out questionnaire about my skilllz
January 17, 2014: INVITATION to be a Secondary Math teacher! ACCEPT, ACCEPT, ACCEPT..... SHIT JUST GOT REAL.
but wait..... it's not over.... now comes the MEDICAL CLEARANCE. Sweet baby Jesus, I am immortal from all the shots and tests.
April 25, 2014: I finally submit my final paper in my Medical Portal
May 1, 2014: SYKE, I need one final submission to prove I am physically able to go.
May 2, 2014: SUBMITTED (hopefully) final medical paper.
May 2, 2014: (4 hours later) MEDICAL CLEARANCE.
Next stop: LIBERIA.
June 13, 2014: leaving for staging and off to Liberia on the 15th! Can't wait!!!

Saturday, May 3, 2014

No autographs please.

Dear family, friends, unknown Facebook friends and acquaintances,

This will be my blog while I am in Liberia! I'm hoping to upload some rad photos, stories and some insight on what life is like in Liberia. No promises on "proper grammar" or spelling, but I'll do my best to keep things interesting.... and by interesting, I mean freaking awesome. If you become a frequent reader of my blog, I accept tips in forms of money and/or chocolate. :p

41 DAYS. LEEEEGOOO