A Trek Trough a Rainforest and the Mangrove Nature Trail…

August 2nd, 2008

On July 25th Debbie, her friend Megan and I went on a hike through the Bimbia rainforest and then proceeded to the mangrove forest by the Atlantic Oceanside. To say it was a beautiful place just will not express the wondrous nature you see along the way. Only being there or through pictures can you even begin to articulate the expansive beauty of the area.

We started our day by going to the city of Limbe because we knew that was the area closest to the Bimbia forest region. We had to register with the Bimbia Rainforest office of tourism and pay a modest fee for the entrance. When we started talking to the person in charge of the office he told us we could not take the car we were traveling in to the trail head. We thought: “here we go again” more fees to be extorted from “rich white people”!

The fact is that the “road”, and I use the word road very lightly here as it was more like a loggers mud trail, was nearly impassable even with the 4 wheel drive Toyota 4-Runner and driver we hired to take us to the trailhead! There was one point on a steep hill, where we were trying to navigate through mud 10 inches deep, that the “guys” had to get out and push the vehicle as the wheels spun and churned through the goo of mud. You notice the word Guys? That’s right women’s lib turns into women’s lip when it involves getting out of a comfy vehicle to push it up a steep hill through 10 inch deep brown goo!

We got to within a half mile of the trailhead when the driver, spying even deeper mud on the road, decided his 4-Runner wouldn’t make it any further than he had already coaxed it to go. So he parked the vehicle and apologized that we would have to walk the remaining distance. We departed and proceeded to trek to the trailhead as the mud suctioned at our feet. At one point Debbie fell forward and sank her knees into the goo that suctioned her there until we went back to help her out. We then decided that the next person to fall and soil their clothes had to buy a case of beer for the others in our group. It is funny what a motivator that case of beer became, because none of us had any beer to drink at the end of the day!

Once we made it to the trailhead we were happy that the trail itself was simply wet but mud-free, even though we had to walk across some small rivers and slippery areas. We were briefed about the history of the trail and the preservation efforts to protect the area we were about to enter. Our guide, who ironically was the person we met at the office in Limbe, was very knowledgeable. The amount of information he shared about the flora and fauna as we marched through the rainforest could fill an interesting book.

Now I want you to realize, that even though we were on an “official” trail, this is still Africa and everything is relative. So if your mind has created a well defined trail with markings and trampled ground, erase that image from your brain. This is more like something you might see in an old Tarzan movie of “white man going through brush in wet forest with guide showing the way”. Some parts of the trail were well defined, whereas other parts seemed to be made up on the fly by the guide. I know we got our monies’ worth when he looked a bit perplexed as to which fork to take and happen to select the correct one. If it weren’t for our foresight, and strong convincing to hire him as a guide, we would still be living amongst the mangrove roots.

I will post highlights of pictures I took along the way in the album area once I get a chance. All in all we had a great day and are now officially part of the tourist trade of Cameroon.

Update of Our Activities…

July 31st, 2008

It is hard to believe that it has been almost 2 months since I have posted anything! Time is really starting to go so fast for Debbie and me. We have been busier in the last three months than during the whole school year when we were teaching.

In May we were at workshops called “TDW” and “TOT”. Peace Corps, like all government agencies, use acronyms to the fullest extent. “TDW” stands for Training Design Workshop. It means to design the training for the new Peace Corps volunteers that will be trained next. “TOT” stands for Training of Trainers. This is to properly train the people who will be implementing the results of TDW! Clear as mud in a swamp right? Well let me explain a bit…

We were first involved in the Training Design Workshop at Peace Corps Cameroon Headquarters in Yaoundé, herein referred to as TDW. In TDW there were about 10 to 14 of us current volunteers selected to participate along with the same number of Cameroonian Peace Corps trainers. We got together for a week in the early part of May to determine what type of training was necessary and how that training was going to be presented to the new volunteers coming into country in June. We wrote down things that worked, or at times didn’t work, during the training Debbie and I went through last June. Then we took the items that didn’t work and changed them to make them more comprehensive and possibly palatable for the new volunteers arriving.

In a nutshell, TDW is a process of looking at the training modules and arguing about their need and or effectiveness. Now put 20 to 25 strong willed (read stubborn) people together in a room and come up with a coherent program that MUST cover certain aspects of what the new volunteers need to learn. If you are successful you have recreated the heavens and the earth. I am not implying that we all became gods, but each of us thought we were until we clashed on the momentum of our ideas and ideals.

Once we had the Training Designed we took a couple of weeks to separate the forces and reflect on what we have created. Then toward the end of May we went back to Yaoundé and actually used the TDW and course work we created and learned how to implement it in the Peace Corps way. This is called TOT or: Training of Trainers. There are very specific guidelines which have to be followed in order to be a “qualified” trainer, so we had to suffer through tedious methodologies of training and evaluation processes.

When you get to the training site, which is in the city of Bangangtè again for this group of trainees, most of what we came up with gets tossed out the window. I found myself teaching “on the fly” many things the trainees needed to know in order to survive here in Cameroon for two years. Just don’t let my boss know that.

In May we also had our Mid-service medical examinations and dental check up. That’s correct; we have crossed the half way point of serving in country! It is hard to believe that it has been over a year now that we have been here.

When people ask me what I miss the most from back home, I reply seeing my grand kids, (they grow so fast when you don’t see them for a year!), and our family, and of course our friends. Next to that is Jiff Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter and Tangueray Gin. (You can’t get either here in Cameroon!!).

We have had Peace Corps friends who have either gone to the states for a visit or have had parents come here to visit them. Of course since Debbie and I live in Tiko, which is only 17km away from the black sand beach area of Limbe, they all want to bring their friends and family members here. We are happy to have visitors and have plenty of room in our house, but the fee for staying at our house is one LARGE jar of Jiff Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter, or one bottle of Tangueray Gin, or both if they stay for more than a week. Fortunately we have been able to replenish our stock shortly after running out!

In mid June we went to Bangangtè to do the training we were prepared for in May, and we forgot just how cold, rainy and miserable Bangangtè was! The rain and the mud get on your nerves. We were scheduled to be there for two weeks, but after the first week we decided they didn’t really need us for the second week so we went back to our warm climate of Tiko/Limbe. I guess we are just so spoiled now. I had to return in the second week of July for a week and Debbie came along, only because:

WE HAD A VISITOR COME TO STAY WITH US FROM THE STATES!! A teacher friend of Debbie’s from Ensworth School in Nashville came to visit us for nearly three weeks. She paid her fee of 2 LARGE jars of Jiff Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter and 2 bottles of Tangueray Gin, so she was most welcome!

They traveled with me from Tiko to Bangangtè and stayed there for about three days (chickens!). Then they were transported to Yaoundé via posh Peace Corps vehicle for the remainder of the week while I suffered in Bangangtè. Fortunately for me we stayed in a nice (by Cameroonian standards) hotel and so my comfort level was raised a bar. I decided to remain in the hotel after they departed – why waste a good opportunity?

After I finished my week in Bangangtè we regrouped in Tiko and Debbie’s friend was sick. She ate something in Yaoundé that didn’t agree with her but she dealt with it like a champion and was better after a few days. Thank goodness for the meds she brought with her from the states. After her recovery we proceeded to show her some of the touristic places of our area here. All in all we had a great visit. I will write more about where we went in the next posting.

Let me close by saying we are happy to be past our midpoint of service and know that it is downhill from this point on until we see our family and friends again. We love you all and miss you very much!

Pidgin Is a Special Language!

May 20th, 2008

People don’t realize what a special language Pidgin really is - until you have to use it! Pidgin is the common language used in most of Cameroon, and is basically all a person may know if they are illiterate. If you go to the market you HAVE to use Pidgin on order to comunicate. So I thought I would include a few phrases to show you how it works out. I hope you enjoy it!

ENGLISH PIDGIN
I am hungry A di hungri
I don’t have water anymore A no stil get wata
I want to boil my water A wan kuk ma wata
I want to warm my water A wan hot ma wata
I am tired A don taya
I’m going to bed A di go slip
I want to do my laundry A wan wash ma clos
Where is the toilet? Wusay latrin dey?
I’m sick A di sik
I’m going to school A di go fo sikul/skul
Not yet No bi now/ Jesno
I am confused A don konfus / I don pas mi
What is this? Na weti dis / Weti bi dis
Who is it? Na hu / Hu bi yi?
What’s the matter? Weti dey / Na weti?
That’s nice Na fayn Tin
I’m sorry A bi sori / Ashia
Excuse me Chus mi/ Eskus mi
Can you help me? Yu fit helep mi?
Maybe Somtaym
I’m full / I have had enough A don flop

A Synopsis of the Past Few Months

May 19th, 2008

I realize it has been a long time since we have posted a blog, but it is not for a lack of information to post. In fact there have been so many things happening that now I feel overwhelmed by what we have been experiencing that I will just give the highlights of the last 5 months.

First, and foremost, Debbie and I are doing very well and can not believe we have been here for a full year! In retrospect it feels like the time has flown by, even if at various times, while we may have been experiencing our assorted low points of serving here, time seemed to stand still for us. We truly thank all of you who have supported us through this past year and I am sure we will complete the next year with the more vigor and motivation as we have served our past year.

Here are some of the things we have gone through since my last posting:

• Some of you now know that Debbie went home to Nashville in the middle of December to attend her mother’s funeral. She was in Nashville for two days and didn’t want to make any visits to our friends there for a variety of reasons. One reason was she didn’t want to miss someone and, two, that it would have been a bit overwhelming. Instead, she went to Atlanta to be with her son Josh, and then traveled to Milwaukee, Wisconsin to visit with my mother, sons and grandchildren.

• While Debbie was in the states, I had to attend a training session for a week in the Cameroon resort city of Kribi. Though the experience was great, and seeing all of the volunteers that we went through our pre-service training with, which was a lot of fun, I realized how spoiled I have become living so close to what I consider to be the best beach area of Cameroon, Limbe. Debbie and I visit Limbe at least once a week and sometimes we stay at a small place called The Bird Watchers Club. My mother still doesn’t believe I am in the Peace Corps when I call her from there and tell her that Debbie and I are sitting in chairs on the cliff that overlooks the ocean, listening to the waves crashing on the rocks below, while we are sipping coffee and eating croissants.

• At the end of December we had a great Christmas dinner at our house with a number of our Peace Corps Volunteer friends. I think at one point we had as many as 15 or 20 in the house! So Christmas was a great event at “Uncle Joe and Aunt Debbie’s” house.

• In the beginning of January I realized a small bulge that was diagnosed as a hernia. So after going to three doctors to get this information confirmed, the Peace Corps decided to send me to South Africa for minor surgery. I had no pain or discomfort, but the medical team at Peace Corps wanted this taken care of before I did have problems. The first five days I was in Pretoria, I had a great time. It is definitely a first world country and very modern. I thought I was in Paris or any major European city. I went to the mall, the movies, ate in fine restaurants and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Then I had my surgery. After surgery there were some complications that came up which involved unbearable pain. As a result, I ended up staying in South Africa for one month instead of the two weeks as planned. I was in South Africa from January14th until February 17th, and it caused me to miss the full second term of school.

• For the remainder of February and the first part of March I was still recuperating from my surgery. During the time I was in South Africa Debbie started working at the Limbe Wildlife Center playing with three of the baby Chimpanzees. This was an amazing accomplishment, and it was something Debbie wanted to do since our discovery of the center when we arrived at post. I admire her for this, and when I was healed enough to go into the Chimpanzee compound to do the same I got so afraid and had to leave the pen after only a few minutes. One of the chimps in particular was being very protective of Debbie and charged me several times! Fearing for my safety I left the cage never to return to try it again. When you see Debbie working with them you can see from the passion she shows that it is something very close to her heart.

• In March it was Debbie’s turn to go to South Africa. The reason she went there was for some exams and tests they could not perform here in Cameroon because of the lack of technology and equipment. This is another great thing about the Peace Corps medical service. They will do what is necessary to insure the health of the volunteer. It was just too bad we could not go together, but I was able to give her all the information and drew a map of the area so she could get around easier. She enjoyed three weeks in the wonderful city of Pretoria at the same Bed and Breakfast I stayed at, and drank her lattes in the bookstore as she perused books and magazines.

• By mid-April we were finally together on a more permanent basis and wrapped up our school year in Tiko. By May 12th we were finished teaching school for the year, submitted our exams to the school administration to administer to the students, and that brings us up to date for the last few months.

If anyone would like embellishment on any of these events email us and we will be happy to convey the full story, though in actuality many of them are fairly boring.

As of this writing we are in the capital city of Yaoundé participating in a training design workshop for this week, and a training of trainers workshop next week. So we will be here for two weeks. I am already missing the beaches of Limbe, and Debbie is missing playing with the chimps, but after all, we are here to work! We have been asked to be some of the volunteers who help train the new education volunteers coming in June. It surely puts perspective to our service to this date, and will be even more poignant when we meet the new trainees in Bangangté, where we began our service in the Peace Corps.

Debbie and I Have “Gone Green” Without Even Realizing It!

December 1st, 2007

There are so many differences in the way we live here in Cameroon from living in the States. I have written about the critters we co-habitate with, the structure (or lack of) in the educational system, the housing, plumbing (or lack of), the electricity (again, or lack of) and the market place where we go shopping. What I’ve failed to mention so far is how we’ve really been living in a different way ecologically, because of the conditions of being in a third world country.

I will start by writing about my day from the time I get up:
Making coffee:
 When I get out of bed here, I typically go to the kitchen and heat up some water in the 2 liter tea kettle so I can make some instant coffee. We don’t have a coffee pot, so we boil water in the tea kettle, and when the water is ready I pour it into a coffee cup with a tablespoon of instant coffee and add three lumps of sugar. This act alone is more conservative than our habits were in the States.

After I pour myself a cup of coffee, I put the remaining hot water into a thermos so Debbie can use it for her coffee. The balance of the hot water that was heated is poured into the 2 liter thermos and saved for the evening  “hot water” we use to wash with before going to bed.

By comparison, in the States, I would have gotten up and put a few grounds into our espresso machine, generated a small cup of coffee with the electrical espresso machine, and when Debbie was ready for her coffee, she would perform the same task. If the coffee in our cup got too cool to drink we would warm our half cup of coffee in the micro wave oven to reheat it. Here we accept the fact that it is cold and just drink the balance of our cold cup of coffee.

Brushing our teeth:
In the Sates it was very common for me to run water over my tooth brush, put a good amount of tooth paste on the brush and start brushing my teeth. Sometimes the water would run as I was brushing, going down the drain as I took my time. At least in the States I stopped the habit long ago where the water would run throughout the time it took me to brush my teeth! I estimate the amount of water I used in the States was a half gallon or more.

In Cameroon, I prepare a tiny dab of tooth paste (much less than the size of a pea) on my brush and brush my teeth. No water has been used to this point. After brushing I pour filtered water into the “cup” of my free hand to rinse. I do that twice. I run a squirt of water over my brush, tap it on the edge of the sink and I put it away until the evening. Total water used in Cameroon for brushing my teeth: about 3-4 ounces!

Taking a “shower” or “bucket bath”:
I have mentioned before about the process of “showering” here, by flling a bucket with water and using it to wash and rinse your body. Here I use a two gallon bucket, with about a gallon and a half of water in it. I lather up by splashing water on my body with a soaped-up wash cloth, and rinsing off by lifting the bucket on top of my head and pouring the remainder of the water over my body. Total water used: about a gallon and a half. I use less water, if while I am rinsing, I feel like the amount I have already poured over me has done the job. The water remaining in the bucket is left in the bathroom for the next use.

In the States I would run the shower until the water was adjusted to the preferred perfect temperature, step into the shower and stand under the warm running water for a minute or two. As I lather up in an unhurried manner, the warm gushes of clean water flow over by body in total immersion. I rinse under the still flowing tap of clean warmth, bathing me until I felt like getting out, or the water has starting to turn cool because I have now exhausted the 50 gallon tank of its soothing liquid. Total water consumption: unknown. How much water is used by a shower running at full open for 15-20 minutes? I know I have used at least 40 of the 50 gallons of hot water in my water heater, because now the water coming from the shower head is cold.

Going to the market (grocery store):
I walk. It’s that simple. The market is about 2 miles away, and it is a nice “stroll”. In the states if we needed something it was natural to get into the car, drive the 6 or 8 blocks to the Kroger, pick up a pound of butter and drive back. Here if we are missing an ingredient we just do without or walk to the market.

Traveling around the countryside:
Whenever we travel we take a “Taxi”. I use that word lightly because the taxis are Toyota Corollas which are meant to seat four people at the most, and usually seat seven or more people. With taxis here in Cameroon,  if one or two of the passengers are small children the children will sit on the laps of the other passengers. Yes, that could mean you will have some child sitting on your lap for a trip where you may be using a taxi. The taxi fare is constant though, so you know that if it is a short ride within the city limits it will be about 100 CFA (28 cents).

If you are traveling to a nearby city (like Limbe – our favorite Atlantic Oceanside city) there is a whole different method of travel:
You first have to take a taxi from Tiko to a “transit city” about 3 km away for 150 CFA (42 cents), then transfer to a taxi that is permitted to take you to the city limit of Limbe which is about another 17 km for 500 CFA (about $1.10). After that trip and being dropped at the city limit of Limbe, you have to walk or find another taxi that is permitted to drive within the city of Limbe itself. Any drop in the city taxi is 100 CFA, more if you go any distance further than 4-5 km - that is when you need your bargaining power and argue with the driver about what you are willing to pay.

One other item of note: all passengers pay the same fare, so Debbie and I each pay the fares I have mentioned. Oh yes! I forgot to mention; it is best to keep coins in your pocket if you are traveling. The taxi drivers are famous for feigning that they don’t have change, and will suddenly argue with you if you hand them a 500 CFA note for a 150 CFA fare. It is best to have the correct amount of your fare in your hand and pass it to the driver as you exit the taxi. He will then drive away quietly.

So in short, these are the ways Debbie and I have “gone green”. I hope we hang onto some of these practices when we return to the States!

“Don’t go to the bathroom at night without turning on the light.” And Other Sage Advice.

October 27th, 2007

There are many creepy and crawling things here in Cameroon. Some of which you may or may not find in the states. Well they may be there but you just don’t see them as easily as we do here in Cameroon. Since our arrival Debbie and I have discovered a whole new ecology of living organisms. Some of these crawling things seem so natural to us - in books!

In a third world country they take on a completely familiar, if unwanted, presence in our environment. Here is a list of some things we have witnessed since being here:

       1.   The little ants that infest anything you leave behind are really harmless but can run like lightning. These little ants – just specks of an insect really, are almost microscopic in size. I actually thought they were “floaters” in my eye until I saw so many of them marching in a straight line that I knew I was up against some organized living creature. (If you don’t know what a floater in your eye is, it is because you may not be old enough yet. Ask your grandmother or an optometrist.)

These insects will congregate at the slightest morsel of food residue left behind after cooking or eating. This residue does not have to be visible to the human eye, and you may even think that the countertop is clean after wiping it down with soap and water while you were cleaning up the kitchen. But these miniature picnic spoilers invade with several battalions of peers if they sense the slightest residue of food or liquid. If we could domesticate and train them to work and earn the food they infest, human beings would not have to work for the remainder of mankind.

    The solutions to this problem is
            a.     EVERYTHING has to go into airtight sealed containers approved by NASA, the EPA and the World Health Organization.
            b.    You wipe down the countertop with pure bleach and let it air dry. For some reason these ants don’t like the smell of pure bleach residue, so I guess they wouldn’t be trainable to clean after all.

       2.  The lizards crawling around your house are really your friends. Honest Debbie!

There are lizards in Africa. So many lizards they may actually outnumber the ants, but I have yet to get an accurate count, simply because both ants and lizards run too fast, and you can’t really tell one lizard from another because, like ants, they all look the same. Yes, I realize that last sentence may be politically incorrect, but these are lizards! OK now?!?

Anyhow, I digest: or is that digress? Whatever. Lizards are your friends because, of course, they eat insects. I guess the ants must outnumber the lizards since I always see battalions of ants even though we have just a few dozen lizards which have take up residency with us. Also ants I see are constantly cleaning the countertops whereas the lizards will only number one or two per room and never attempt to clean anything. However, if you see a lizard in the kitchen, then you go into the bedroom and see one there, it may be the same lizard you saw in the kitchen. The kitchen lizard just beat you to the bedroom. I told you they were fast.

Most of the lizards are actually kind of cute in their own lizardly way. Even Debbie has come around to that way of thinking! They do come in a variety of sizes, but only two colors, so sorry you can’t have a matching lizard for every outfit you might wear. The cute ones are small and come in a beige-ish brown, and then there are the larger ones which have a two-tone paint job: A grey body with a bright yellow or orange head and tail. As I have said, the beige-ish brown lizards are the cute little ones, while the colorful lizards could be called a dragon. If you don’t believe me I have pictures posted in the album section. See for yourself.

If you don’t know remember your biology as well as I do, let me remind you that you can’t catch a lizard by the tail. They all have an automated tail ejection mechanism, so if you try to catch it by the tail, you end up holding a suddenly very squiggly tail instead of the whole lizard.

This is a defense mechanism for the lizard so if a bird, or other lizard predator, would try to catch it by the tail, the tail detaches and wiggles around like a lively delicious worm. The predator isn’t too clever and thinks it has just captured a live but tasty treat as the shortened-tailed lizard races off to hide. Don’t worry – the lizard tail will grow back. I don’t know how long it takes for the tail to return to its original length, but I was told these facts by my 8th grade biology teacher, and I don’t have a reason to disbelieve him after living this truth for 40 some odd years. I also don’t care to try experiments at this point in my life, so I shall continue to believe what I was told.

       3.    There are a good variety of spiders. Now I am sorry, I realize spiders can be as good for the bug population as lizards, maybe even better. However, there is something about a large, hairy, leggy thing that can carry away a 1 liter bottle of water that just sort of creeps me out! Besides the point that a certain number of their ilk will bite and/or sting making you sick for a short time then you die. Enough said?

I did find one in the bathroom stealthily hiding behind the door. Nothing like seeing it when you’re sitting on the porcelain bowl at the most inopportune time! Oh that reminds me – I have to buy more toilet paper.

       4.    The centipedes walk funny. Or maybe they are millipedes. I slept through the lesson between the differences of a millipede and a centipede in biology so I am not really certain. I just wish they would be more of the outdoors type of insect. Why do they think the dark musty corner of my cabinet is a homey sort of place? Yes, that place in the far back corner right under the cans and bottles of cleaning supplies. It’s too dark and damp to be much of a nice home! Why don’t they find the wonderful outdoors more inviting?

Again, my biology teacher may have talked a lot about these, but since I was asleep during that class I don’t know the correct answer. Oh by the way: hold up your index finger. If you are under the age of 21 ask your parent to hold their index finger up. (The index finger is the one you point with.) It’s about 2 1/2 to 3 inches long right? That is a SMALL centipede/millipede in Cameroon. Actually - just a baby! Yes I have pictures in the album section to prove what I am saying.

       5.    The last creepy-crawly I will write about for now, is one you can find in every land mass of the world. Yes, my 8th grade biology teacher told me – you’re catching on. It is the Cockroach. One of the immortals of mother earth! They have been in existence since the time before dinosaurs and continue to evolve over time. I am certain they will exist for several million millenniums after man plies terra-firma.

Now, I have been to the warm climates of South America, Central America, North America, Europe and the wilds of the cold climates of Iceland Canada and Alaska. But no place in all my travels have I seen cockroaches you could hitch a ride to work on, like the size I have seen here in Cameroon. If you think I am exaggerating, I may be by a wee bit, because some of them are used here in Cameroon as semi trucks to carry cargo from the cargo ships. Oh did I mention they hiss and spit? (This I am NOT making up!)

So these are some of the creatures that inhabit our living space from time to time. There are many more of course, I just wanted to highlight the stars of our quarters.

Bye for this time!

-)OE

African Heart Beat - A Poem

October 12th, 2007
I wrote this on the plane when we came to Cameroon in June but I pull it out of my wallet once and a while, just to remember. It is still as poignant today as it was when I wrote it. I hope you enjoy!
         

African Heart Beat
by Joe Schuld    

African Heart Beat
Where my heart is
Lost in excitement
Rhythm of my soul.    

I want to know 
I want them to grow
Lost in wonder
What is my goal.         

Anticipations here
Having no fear
Not anxious now
I want to grow.    

Dig my hands in
Please let me swim
Fill my heart sweet
With the African beat.          

African heart beat
Where my heart is
Lost in excitement
Rhythm of my soul.

The “Upside” of Our Service Here in Cameroon

October 11th, 2007

Many of you know my wife Debbie, and the kind of person she is. For those of you who don’t know her, I will try to describe her personality and why she attracts the best people you could want to meet. Those of you, who really know her, her “Ensworth family” and close relatives especially, will know what I am going to say. If you have met Debbie then you’ve experienced her bright smile, the geniality of her heart, and the sincerity in which she interacts with all people she meets. Not just the; “how are you”, or “have a good day”, blah blah spittle we so vicariously spew from our mouths without actually thinking what those words mean. These words have become as common as saying “hi”.

Those phrases, “how are you” and “have a nice day”, are our way of acknowledging someone like tipping our hat was to the people of earlier times. They have become meaningless in gesture and fall out of our mouths as easily as the dribble of a teething baby. But not when Debbie uses those phrases, even in passing. She genuinely means: “How are you today.” “Is everything going alright?” “Oh I hope you have the best day you can have!” This is what she means when she says: “how are you” and “have a nice day”. She is sincere about those phrases as if you are her best friend, because Debbie becomes the best friend of most everyone she meets. She is always quick with her bright smile and that little twinkle in her eye that says you are special, even though she is meeting you for the first time.

Now you are probably wondering why I am trying to explain, to those who don’t know Debbie, the type of person she is. It is because when I am on the low side of this roller coaster ride which we experience from time to time here, she will suddenly bring a little child into our lives, who she might have just met a minute ago, with them holding her hand or her actually carrying the youngest ones like it was a child of her own. This is how she is with everyone though, not just the toddlers, which she is simply a natural with, but also the mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles and all manner of relatives of the children whom she seems to attract like iron to a magnet.

When my heart and soul is waning and I am at a point of questioning my reason for being here, wondering if what I am doing really is making a difference, she brings one of these “forgotten” children into our life, and my mind is suddenly attracted to the smile she has brought to that child’s face. That is when I realize I am squandering my feelings on the “small” stuff and she helps me rekindle my spirit to the larger picture of how we are making a difference here.

Debbie, in her way, has reawakened my will, and put into perspective the pronouncement I made when I was asked by the Peace Corps what I hope to accomplish in my two years of service here in Cameroon. I answered that I would like to have some impact on just one person’s life. If I can affect one person in the two years I am here, I will feel like I have accomplished something.

In the mean time, while I am in a state of self-analyzing why I feel so worthless at the time, and instead of thinking about what I really wish to accomplish here, she is out and about putting smiles onto the faces of children and adults alike, some of who have forgotten what it is like to smile. Or she has brought a box of crayons to her class and they act like Christmas has just visited them because they have never had a teacher care so much about what and how they are learning.

Or, as happened yesterday, she took me to visit the family of one of her students, who happens to be of the Muslim faith, and we brought them a banana cake, I selfishly made for us to eat, but gave it to them so they could have a treat for the feast ending the fasting of Ramadan the next evening. This is a family of ten who occupy two of the two-room shacks that are part of one of the three migrant villages here in our town of Tiko. I will post pictures of these places soon. The shacks are “houses” in the loosest sense of the word, which the big plantation companies built 30-40 years ago for the migrant workers that work the fields of the plantations in the area.

To say the condition of this housing is squalid would be an understatement. I have seen animals in the U.S. living in better conditions than these people. There is no electricity or running water for these places, and meals are cooked over an open fire pit outside. Water is collected from the community tap, which can be up to a mile away, and transported by the children as part of their daily chores.

When all is said and done, they are so gracious and thankful that someone has come to visit; they will offer food and drink for their honored guests, which usually mean they will go without dinner or something to eat that evening. BUT they are full of joy and happiness!

Thanks to Debbie, I get a chance to mingle and meet these people who have nothing, but they offer their friends and guests everything. The father of the family of one of Debbie’s students she took me to meet could not stop thanking us for stopping and visiting. He kept insisting we eat something before leaving, even though they were still fasting for Ramadan! In this I am able to understand human nature at its purest and its best!

So I want to say; thank you, my dear wife, for bringing another bright spot into my life! Those of you, who know Debbie, know what I am talking about, and how, for Debbie, this is such a natural way of living that she would not want me to write this. I keep thinking I will get accustomed to this and it will become part of my “normal” way of being, but she always seems to show me that I sometimes get too wrapped up in myself and I don’t allow my heart to see the beautiful tree because I am trying to see the whole forest.

Knowing her as I do, I know she would not permit this to be posted. She is the last person that would want to talk about the gifts she brings to peoples’ lives. She normally reads and helps me edit these blogs, but if I were to do that she would ask that it not be posted, so I am going to post this without her purview. I want everyone to know how blessed I am!

I just want the whole world to know how fortunate I am!

And now you do!

Until next time…

-)OE

Thanking You!

October 4th, 2007

Ok, so I finally had some time to take a good look at our website and check out the navigation structure to be certain all is working the way I intended, and that the continuity of the site was easy to understand for you the user. I found that if I navigated to the blog, album or calendar there was no way to navigate back! I also discovered that while on the blog, the links to sections (i.e. months, categories etc…) was not working! Well you will be happy to know that I fixed all of these problems, and if you know of some other things that would make getting around or navigating our site easier, or less irritating, please let me know via email! I want this to be an easy and interesting experience for every one!

On another note, Debbie and I sure do appreciate all of the kind words, love and support we are getting from EVERYONE back in the states. You would not believe how many times we have received a very timely email of support from you, that has reversed our sometimes despondent spirit while we contemplated if “it is all worth it” being here and doing what we set out to do many months ago. There were forty people in our initial group of volunteers slated to leave for Cameroon on June 6, 2007. Of those 40 people, we have already lost 6 of them. These six have left before their two year commitment was completed. In the Peace Corps dictionary of acronyms, this is called “ET-ing”, or “Early Termination”.

We lost one person before leaving the states. Just hearing what we may go through as a volunteer, during the three day training session we had in Philadelphia before departing the states, was enough for that person. We lost three people the first week we were in Cameroon. They too became anxious about what lay ahead of us as we try to absorb and understand the abundant change happening in our lives. Just two days ago, two other people from our group decided to ET. One of them I was very surprised about, as he seemed to acclimate and integrate so much during our training. The other I am saddened about, because she came such a long way in her personal growth, and the unfettered acceptance of what being a volunteer really means during our training period.

Now, I must say there is no shame in early termination. Every person in the Peace Corps, serving around the world, in some of the toughest conditions, trying to acclimate to truly foreign cultures, languages, customs and traditions, are the bravest people I know. With one the exception, and that is the bravery of our young men, serving in the military, willing to lay their “life on the line” to uphold the values we as Americans take so much for granted! Early termination in the Peace Corps is a way of saying “I have tried the best I could, and I have given all that I can give”.

I must admit, there are times that Debbie and I have thought:  “what are we doing here?” Then we receive an email from someone with words of genuine interest and unvested encouragement which zaps the momentary bout of anxiety one of us may be experiencing. These actions, from you, our friends and family, have been one of the stabilizing facets of our work here in Cameroon, and Debbie and I would like to say a big “THANK YOU” to each and every one of you. Without knowing the interest, support and encouragement from you, it would make this experience much more difficult.

So, THANK YOU!

 

 

One Way We Can Leave “Footprints” Behind…

September 29th, 2007

September 30, 2007

I go through the roller coaster of emotions while I do my work here in Africa. I say a roller coaster of emotions because, as my wife Debbie and I experience each dawning day, the many and sometimes difficult challenges of everyday life here. One day you see the children going to school with excitement and anticipation in their eyes, or being perfectly content and delightfully happy by making toy “trucks” or “boats” out of empty sardine cans pulled by a “string” made from a palm frond. Those are the emotional highs.

The next day, or moment, you get so frustrated because when we go to our perspective schools to teach those same children, they do not have books to help them learn, resources to teach them, or also in my case, working computers to use when I teach my computer courses. There are as many as 100-120 students to a class. The classrooms are barren with the exception of bench-desks that are meant for 2 kids but they have to sit 3 or 4 children on one desk because of a lack of them. Electricity in a room that does not require or need it for the class taught is not installed. The light for the room is the natural light that comes through the windows. Toilets for the school consist of stalls with brick walls and a concrete floor that has a hole in it so you squat over an open pit. Then there is the corporal punishment dished out at the schools, which is worse than you would treat a rabid dog.

Some of the things I have been frustrated about:  I have about 98 students in my Form 3 class. These are kids between the ages of 14 and 17. Age doesn’t matter here as far as school class is concerned. Many of them drop out for a year or two during their educational experience to help the family earn money to eat and pay rent. The money to go to school is of secondary concern and is far down on the budget list. When they have enough money to go back to school they re-enroll for the year and pay the fees for that year. So they may be 14, which is the “proper” age for Form 3 (equivalent to a freshman in high school), or they may be as old as 17 years of age. It is not that they do not value school, quite on the contrary; education is a highly valued privilege in all of Africa, as it is in Cameroon.

When they are in school, it is very regimented and teaching techniques are antiquated. Typically a teacher stands in front of the class reading the notes from his/her lesson plan and writing the important points on the blackboard, as the students diligently transcribe into the notebooks they have for each subject they are enrolled in. The syllabus is dictated by the ministry of education in Yaoundé, right down to the type of exam that is given as the final exam, and mandates the subject matter that is taught and covered for the year. The problem is of course that the people in the ministry of education are so far removed from the educational process here in the schools, and corruption is so bad, that teachers are handicapped without any tools. Right down to a lack of chalk for writing on the boards!

We have to purchase our own box of chalk and erasers for our classes. Again, this is where Debbie and I are a little fortunate, since we teach in a private and not a public school, our administration gives us the first 20 pieces of chalk for the year. It crumbles as you use it to the point that you end up using one piece in a day, but you save the pieces and use them until they are so small you can’t hang onto them. But none the less we get 20 pieces. We are also given an eraser for the year. Typically these are rags bunched up and sown with a cover that resembles a pillow that fits in your hand.

Books are non-existent, and if you have a lot of information that you want to give to your class, you might print one copy of it in the administrative secretary’s office with paper you purchase yourself, then give it to the class “president” (here each class has a “class prefect” as they are called in the Anglophone area of Cameroon where Debbie and I are. In the Francophone area of Cameroon they are called “Chef de Classe”, or Chief of the Class. We would say maybe class president). All the students who can afford the 100CFA per copy, chip in their own money, and send a class representative to the local copy shop to have copies made for all the kids who paid. If the child can’t afford that, they use one of the copies to transcribe it into their notebooks. These notebooks that the kids write in become their textbooks and/or workbooks that they use to study from and learn their lessons. They will typically keep these notebooks for years and refer to them two or three years afterwards as their own text books.

If a teacher decides to use one of the approved text books or workbooks that are available, they announce it to the class within the first week of the school year, but then the students have to go and buy the books which may or may not be available at the various book stores. In some cases they may have to travel to one of the larger cities to find the books. Most of the time a teacher realizes that demanding a book is futile and will use the mandated syllabus and lecture it to the class so the students can transcribe the lesson into their notebooks.

There are several effects of the educational system that you see immediately as a result of this archaic method of teaching. One is that you have kids in form 2 and 3 (between the ages of 12 and 17) that cannot write complete sentences or even organize complete strings of thoughts properly. English grammatical structure is so poor for several reasons; even though we are in the Anglophone area of Cameroon, the common language used throughout Cameroon is Pidgin, though it is not the “official” language of the country. French and Oxford English are the two “official” languages depending on where you live. But most people in all areas of Cameroon speak Pidgin as their first language. Then, depending on what tribe you are from you would speak your tribal language (of which there are 270 plus tribal languages) as your secondary language. After those languages you would speak one of the “official” languages depending on what province you live in. Two of the ten provinces are Anglophone, of which Debbie and I live in one of those provinces – the Southwest province. The Northwest province is the other Anglophone area. Both of these provinces speak Oxford English. The whole rest of Cameroon is Francophone where French is spoken.

The result of this dual language system is, the concept of proper grammatical structure is so foreign of an idea because the language used daily from the time you are born, has no defined structure (Pidgin or the tribal languages). Also the only time “grammar” English, as it is referred to here, is spoken, is when you are in school or in a business setting, depending on the level of education of the person you are speaking to. Even in a business setting Pidgin is commonly used. Hence the concept of grammatical structure is lost.

Another effect of the educational system is, since there is a lack of textbooks or workbooks, studying the lessons taught that day or week, be they English, math, science, history, geography, computers etcetera, is nearly impossible. If there were proper books to take home and study with, or workbooks to use, as our educational system in the U.S. has, these kids would progress at a better pace. When you compare the 5 year olds Debbie taught in Nashville to the 12 year olds she is teaching here in Cameroon, they are almost at the same level of education! In some cases the five year olds might have a better grasp of language or spelling than that of the 12 year olds in Debbie’s English class!

The conditions of the structures and classrooms can be dealt with fairly easily. What I have the most difficult time with is the corporal punishment that is doled out continuously during the day. Every school has a “discipline master” that is part of the administration. The discipline master is responsible for doling out the proper punishment for infractions of the rules that are rigorously enforced. Most of that punishment is in the form of some type of manual labor performed by the student being disciplined. This could be sweeping the floors, cleaning classrooms or some other type of maintenance. However, corporal punishment is also used on many occasions along with the manual labor. Every discipline master carries a rubber hose, or in the case in my school, a wire cable folded in half that the child is literally beaten with depending on the infraction committed. I can’t stand this. I don’t know what my emotions will force me to do when I see this.

Let me give you an example of something that happened on the first day I taught in my school:   I was teaching the Form 3 kids. I was in the middle of my lesson the discipline master entered my room with a pair of scissors in his hand. He grabbed the first child he saw that HE thought had too shabby of a haircut, grabbed his head with one hand and proceeded to chop away a stripe of hair down the middle of his head with the scissors! Talk about intimidation and all manners of unbridled force!! He went to the next child, inspected his head like he was an animal ready to be shorn, and when he found another person that he felt was too shabby, cut a swath on that head. The girls were treated as the boys. Like animals, or worse!! As if they were sheep that had to be shorn!!

I got so angry and very emotional, but I couldn’t “do” anything right then and there. All I could do was watch. And suffer. I almost cried in the room, so I had to leave the room and relieve myself of the tears that welled up in my eyes. Then I got so angry. Talking to the discipline master while he is in front of the kids, and telling him I will not permit that type of act in my room, would have caused chaos. So when he left I went after him.

I was enraged and I told him I will not allow that type of discipline in my room. I told him I NEVER want to see him in my class again, and if he does come to my class he must not come with his wire switch which he carries around like a prison guard might carry a night stick, or any other instrument he uses to discipline the kids. Monday evening when I got home I could only crawl into bed and cry. I was hurting for those kids, whose only infraction was that the discipline master felt their hair was shabby and they needed a haircut. To realize the full breadth of this, the kids have their heads shorn extremely short as is mandated by the schools. Both males and females have the same haircut. You can see the pictures posted in the album section. The kids that got their hair clipped didn’t look so bad to me, but their hair wasn’t short enough or too shabby for the discipline master. I can hardly write this without crying some more.

The beatings they get from the discipline master, and some teachers alike, are insane. Some teachers, about 50% in my school, carry a rubber hose or strong stick and literally beat the kids. Corporal punishment is acceptable in Cameroon. I can’t condone this, but I don’t know what to do. The Peace Corps has some guidelines on this, but nothing of substance that changes the attitude.

I am happy to tell you that Debbie and I had a great discussion with the proprietor of our schools about the corporal punishment we have been witnessing with the students. He got furious to say the least! He immediately called both principles of the schools (this was while he and his wife were visiting us last night at 10:00pm) and he told them he wanted to see them at that moment at his house. It seems he has had a directive that corporal punishment is totally unacceptable in his schools. Let’s just say that Debbie and I felt very good about his reaction to it.

The next morning the proprietor of our schools gathered all the teachers and administration together and personally handed each of them a letter about his discipline policy. In that letter it was stated that you can discipline with love with greater results than with a stick. When you discipline with love the child will listen and stop offending because s/he wants to please the person that displays love rather than from the fear of being beaten with the rod. He further went on to say that if he hears any more reports of this type of discipline in his schools he will personally dismiss the person who makes the infraction. He fired a teacher last year over this very same subject.

The reaction and steps our proprietor took is atypical of Cameroonian teaching methods. Some of the stories the other Peace Corps volunteers tell make my hair stand on end. Corporal punishment is not only condoned by the government of Cameroon, but in some schools actually encouraged!

When I was so upset about discipline the actions I have seen, I appreciate some words Debbie had for me when I told her what I have been seeing. She said that she talked to her classes about getting beaten. She told them flatly that they will not be beaten by her. That no one will be beaten in the class. She told me that one time they were talking about this, and the students thought it was so strange that she did not and would not beat them. When she came into the class one morning after the previous teacher finished his class, and the kids started being rowdy and noisy, she shouted at them that she had a question for them. Then after they quieted down to listen to her, she said: “How come when I am waiting outside the door for your other class to be finished you are so attentive and quiet for the teacher before me, but after he leaves, and I come in, you are so noisy and misbehaving?” They said in unison: “Because we know you won’t beat us like the other teacher”. That is when she had a discussion with her class about punishment versus beating.

The kids asked how the children in the U.S. were punished if they did something wrong, and she explained to them about taking away some type of privilege. Then Debbie was sitting next to a student, took a ruler off the student’s desk and raised it very quickly like she was going to hit that person. The instinct was for the child to flinch and cower. Debbie stopped with her hand raised, and said: “that is what I will never do to you”. It was a very powerful message she sent to the class. For me I will not permit corporal punishment or intimidation to happen in front of me, and so I had a similar discussion with my students.

Some of this is so sad and even depressing as I write about it. So many times I ask myself if I am doing any good here. Why am I here? What propelled me to give away all my worldly possessions, leave my dear family and friends behind and come to a third world country for two years, exposing myself to an untold number of diseases and risks to aide other people? It seems every Peace Corps volunteer goes through this, what is referred to as “the roller coaster of emotions”.

Despite all of this, there is a sense of progress and change in the air. There are many people that want to change the system, attitudes and mentalities of the educational system here in Cameroon.

One of those people is the proprietor of the schools Debbie and I work at. He created these schools because he saw the deficiency of the public school system which he taught economics in for 20 years. In his words I quote from a paper he presented:   “The Tiko Sub Division in Cameroon where the Common Initiative Group (CIG) - CEPET is located is suffering from the worst of humanity’s plaque, i.e. Ignorance, Poverty and Disease. They virtually form a vicious cycle; each one sparking the other. A careful analysis of these problems, however, shows that ignorance is the worst of them. Anybody living in this society, even with a heart of stone, cannot afford to be insensitive to the cry of the inhabitants.
As if the above problems are not enough, the situation is further compounded by a very high level of youth unemployment as school graduates do not find adequate work for most of those that have passed through our traditional educational system.” – Mr. Stephen Mbu,  Proprietor IMPASS _STARMOTEC Schools.

He wrote a book on economics that sold very well about 8 years ago, and with the money he got from that book, founded the Imperial Academy of Arts and Science, or IMPASS as it is called. It is a secondary school or, high school as we would refer to it. I have posted some pictures of that school also. About three years after that first school was up and running he started another school called Starmotec, or a technical trade high school where kids can learn a skilled trade such as plumbing, carpentry, bricklaying, metal work, electricity, culinary arts, fashion and tailoring and computer technology. The idea behind this school is to emphasize the skilled trades so the students can learn a practical employable trade. This was meant to stem the ignorance and unemployment thus reducing disease and poverty.

The only funds he gets is the tuition of 55,000CFA (about $110.00 per year) charged to the student to attend. There are a total of about 1400 students between the two campuses, so with the math that comes to a budget of about 77,000,000CFA ($154,000.00) per year. (Many students are on “scholarships” (about 5%) because he knows that are serious students and they can’t afford the money for tuition. He funds them from his own pockets which are not very deep. He has gotten some funding in cash donations and equipment donations from various non-profit organizations over the past 6 years, but these are usually “band aids” to cover hemorrhages.

The private schools in Cameroon are usually the best systems and create the best educated people of Cameroon. Many of them are sponsored by churches of the various faiths here, i.e.: Catholic, Presbyterian, Baptist or the such, and though they have strong educational institutes, produce well educated students and are typically well funded, they have their own agenda with the perspective religion doctrine emphasized more than the academic subjects required for employable solutions. This is another way Debbie and I are fortunate, being assigned to this private institute.

There are a number of volunteers in our Peace Corps class of 2007-2009 that are in one of the church run private schools. At those institutes they have classrooms that more resemble classrooms in the states or Europe, which are well equipped and well managed because their budgets are so large.  However, in the schools like ours, private lay schools, is where the need is greatest. The lay schools are the ones who try to evolve the teaching philosophy and modernize the Cameroonian educational system. When these private lay schools are well funded and can be competitive for strong academics it pushes the state system to evolve and change. This is where I feel my mission is. This is where I feel I can make an impact. This is why I want to create a foundation, first for our school, then for Cameroon, then for other similar schools in Africa.

As I have said, I know this is long, and maybe a little “windy”, but I hope it gives you a big picture of education life here.
I would like to figure out some way of sustainability for the things I do here. It is time to stop the band-aids and teach the Cameroonians how to sustain themselves. I believe it can start with a foundation to boot-strap these private lay schools and get them on more solid ground with well funded institutes that can compete with the European or American model, since those are the schools that the Cameroonian government pays attention to.

Our real dilemma is not so much money as it is getting used computers and/or parts here for use. New computers are extremely expensive by Cameroonian standards, and when you are dealing with the private schools like Debbie and I are assigned to, the cost of equipping a computer lab of 24 computers for 400 students is more than the budget to run the school for a year. The school budget for the year is about $80,000.00, and 24 new computers for the 400 students in my class would cost about $26,000.00. Adding in the cost of a printer, network hub etcetera and the cost of the lab is over $30,000.00.

Right now, at my school I have 24 computers in the lab, of which only 20 are operable at any one time. These computers are recycled from companies which have replaced them when they have upgraded their infrastructure, and many of them are between 8-10 years old. My newest computer is about 5 years old. Half of them are so old that they can only run Windows 98 on them, and when they breakdown I won’t even be able to find spare parts for them!

What we do here, is go to a computer store in Douala, which is a half of a day’s car ride in one direction, and buy used computers at a computer store. These computers might be Pentium 2 or Pentium 3 CPU’s in a variety of conditions and we try to make working computers out of them. These cost about $350.00 each, are 4-5 years old, and out of every ten CPU’s you buy there may be 8 fully working computers. These stores buy recycled computers from Europe and the States and do minor cosmetic refurbishing to them so they look presentable for sale in the store.

The other part of our trip to Douala might be taken up with hunting down old used hard disks, used memory or used parts to replace parts not working in some of the computers in the lab. Buying the used computers at $350.00 each is only done as a “last resort” because of the cost, and would only be purchased if we have less than 20 working computers in the lab. We try to maintain 20 working computers because when the kids come for their 50 minute class lessons, the 40-48 students per lab will double or triple up on one machine to do their practical session. They are very accustomed to this and feel fortunate if there are only two of them per computer.

Hence my idea of a foundation. There are many individuals that have been following Debbie’s and my Peace Corps service through our blog, who write to us and ask how they can help. They are more than willing to donate their companies recycled computers, computer parts and/or money to aide our situation here in Cameroon, but would prefer to do it through some type of charitable organization. I have done a bit of research on organizations, and there are many of them that will do a variety of aide programs, but usually restrict the donations to Cameroonian government agencies or entities to handle the distribution of aide. The problem with that is; there is so much corruption within the government that only about 30% of the aide actually given reaches the entities it is intended for.

The private schools and the private run health or aide organizations here in Cameroon don’t get anything from the Cameroon Government, yet they are the very organizations that are really making any kind of impact or difference here. Some of these private organizations are created by Individual Cameroonians, like the proprietor of our school, who sink every last coin they might have accumulated in their lifetime into the institutions they create. The sustainability comes from the job they do to raise funds, equipment or supplies for the organization.

The proprietor of the two schools Debbie and I teach at, for example, got the initial donation of the computers for the two computer labs, one lab at Debbie’s school and one at mine, from the British consulate office in Cameroon. A total of 48 computers of various ages and condition where donated in 2004 to create the computer lab. This project was also sponsored by the Peace Corps which placed volunteers here to teach the kids and teach the teachers computer skills. So now that it is 2007 almost 2008, the old recycled computers are starting to suffer because of their age.

I feel that if a non-profit organization could “feed” resources to these agencies in Cameroon where the Peace Corps is involved, it would be a big asset to the Cameroonian people as a whole. Once that type of aide helps these honest and legitimate organizations get their feet solidly planted on the ground, they are capable of not only maintaining the entity, but growing it. The Peace Corps only gets involved with organizations that are capable of demonstrating sustainability and are legitimized through a thorough check by Peace Corps headquarters, Washington.

So, I am sorry to make this so lengthy and long-winded, but I feel this is one way I can leave “footprints” behind when Debbie and I are finished with our service. So if you know of any individuals, companies or organizations in the states that have equipment, supplies, or resources to donate, let me know. I know of many current Peace Corps volunteers currently serving here in Cameroon, that have had shipping containers of donations sent to them at their posts so they can get their projects going. I have several projects here that I am getting involved with that will have those same needs.

Best to all of you for this time