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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Third-World Happiness

In April 2012 Peace Corps evacuated its volunteers in Mali.  The experience was traumatic to say the least.  I could not help but feel like I had abandoned a village that had done so much for me.  To avoid misery I opted to travel for a few months and ignore any thoughts concerning the village I loved.  Upon my return to America in July my Aunt told me it was probably time to reflect on the Mali experience.  The following essay is the result...

I lived in a village in Mali where the words 'worry' and 'think' are the same.  Whenever I got caught lounging around staring into space my neighbors would tell me to stop think/worrying.  It seems that humans everywhere avoid letting their minds wander too much.  We don't like boredom and try to keep our minds and bodies engaged.  Sometimes this means working for the sake of survival and security, and other times it means engaging in behaviors aimed at satisfying deeper desires.


 

Maslow's hierarchy of needs illustrates this dichotomy.  Needs towards the bottom of his pyramid deal with survival and security, and are satisfied using intelligence.   Imagine having been adopted by a hunter gatherer community in Papua New Guinea as a toddler.  You would have fully adapted and figured out how to survive because that is what the human brain can do.  Humans are clever!  You would have learned to forage the jungle, build tropical shelters, and hunt for lunch.  You wouldn't know how to type, do algebra, or drive a car.  You also wouldn't know how to plant and harvest millet, build an igloo, use a cell phone, or milk a cow.  The vast variety of human livelihoods say a lot about the brain's ability to learn.  In terms of survival of a species, it is an evolutionary weapon that has let humans adapt and flourish in diverse environments, meeting our needs of survival and security.

Towards the top of Maslow's pyramid are issues dealing with deeper psychological needs (which affect survival indirectly).  Paradoxically, such needs are caused by intelligence.  Apparently, our evolutionary weapon comes with side affects. They include needing love, respect, esteem, creativity, morality, and some of those other desires listed atop the pyramid. Fortunately, humans have strategies for satisfying such needs. 

By observing a simpler life from an outsider perspective as a Peace Corps volunteer in rural Mali, I learned to recognize human behaviors aimed towards satisfying these psychological needs.  At first, I thought they reflected Malian culture, but later realized that such behaviors actually reflected the essence of all human culture. To describe this realization, this essay will discuss five behaviors I observed in Mali that, when compared to American culture, sparked change in the way I think about the human experience. 
 

  GREETINGS 
Any visitor to West Africa comments on the exaggerated greeting process.   It requires a variety of questions about one's well being that must fit according to the time of day, what genders are involved, and whether or not there are outsiders involved.  Handshakes are the standard, but even they can be tricky when greeting women or when a man continues to hold on to your hand well after the greetings are over and you are in normal conversation mode.  African greetings are strange when viewed from an American perspective, but when viewed from a human perspective, all greetings make a lot of sense.

I like to pretend that my area within Mali (Tomokan speaking) wins the gold for the longest greetings.  So screw all those other visitors to Africa who claim to witness the craziest ways of saying hello.  I win because Malians themselves say so.  There is a joke in that in Tomokan speaking villages, locals will greet even the cows.  It is also said that Tomokan speakers consider it bad luck to not be the last person to finish a greeting, meaning that greetings get dragged on by grunts and mumbles.  Where most of Mali does a casual (yet still very extended) Bambara greeting, Tomokan speakers follow a formal order of questions and answers.  They also greet in unison between groups of people, something I have never heard in other cultures.  For example, I could approach a group women from another village and say “E wana.”
Naturally, they would respond in unison with “ho, a wana.”
“Are you at peace?” I would continue.
“Yea” they would respond.
“Are your families at peace?”
“Yea”
“Is everyone healthy?”
“Yea”
“E wana”
“Are you at peace?” they would start their questioning.
“At peace.”
“Is your family at peace?”
“At peace.”
“Is everyone healthy?”
“No one is sick.”
“A wana.”
“Ho, A wana.”
“Ho,” we would finally finish up. That is long, right?  Visiting another village for a day could mean hours and hours of this exact dialogue repeating over and over. 

Although I feel like I never quite mastered the art of Tomokan greetings, I do realize their importance.  Rules for greetings are specific and even after many months in my village I would be laughed at for accidentally saying “good afternoon” at breakfast.   Such difficulties made me nervous about greetings and I thought it may be best to avoid them.  Then I learned the most important rule of Malian greetings, which is, don't skip them. No Malian would be offended if I said “good afternoon” instead of “good morning,” but they might be if I ignored them. With this lesson, greeting for the sake of engaging with people became a part of my daily routine. It was the most basic way of demonstrating empathy and respect with hopes of earning acceptance.   Greetings are first steps towards satisfying needs of belonging, respect, and morality.

Americans greet friends and sometimes strangers, and even though they are much shorter and more casual than African greetings they still serve the same purpose.  They help satisfy psychological desires.  They provide easy to use framework for introductions that later lead to friendly relations.  The friendships you have with your friends probably all began with something along the lines of "hey, how are you doing?" and continue to be reinforced with such greetings. Giving and receiving greetings sparks friendships, demonstrates respect, and can greatly improve the psychological well being of a community or an individual. 

All cultures use greetings as a behavior to satisfy psychological needs. Even some animals greet (dogs sniffing each other's), probably for the same reasons as us. So, If you aren't greeting people the way evolution dictates mammals should, you are no better than an ugly amphibian.

LAUGHTER 
Greetings can open the door for humans to develop friendships and have a sense of belonging, but to take full advantage and advance friendly relations, more creative approaches must be employed.  A popular option is humor. Cracking jokes and laughing are not needed for survival and security, but are very important for satisfying psychological needs. They are human universals that form bonds between individuals and explore human needs dealing with creativity and morality.
A little girl was following me around one evening in my village.  I went to greet some neighbors with her tagging along, and when I was invited to take a seat around a typical “cold” season fire, she sat down timidly next to me. I hung out trying my best to eek out some sort of conversation with the family.
“So do you have a wife?” my neighbors asked me.
“No.”
“You don't have a wife?”
“hmm.. yea, I have four wives.”
“you're a liar,” they laughed.
“No I am not. You guys are liars.”
Then the little girl sitting farted, and my neighbors started cracking up. I felt bad because my little friend was embarrassed.  I told the family to stop laughing at the girl.  They kept laughing at her and I noticed a few tears forming at the corners of her eyes.  The poor girl was probably sick and struggling digestively.  But she stayed loyal to me and did not get up to leave. Finally, the laughter settled and I wondered if I could get the conversation going again or if it would be cool just to sit around the fire in silence without confusing Tomokan being thrown at me. Then, the girl farted again and I busted out laughing along with everyone else. 

No matter who you are or when you were born, you belong to a culture that thinks farts are funny.   Though it represents humor at its most simple form, it still strengthens emotional bonds between people, and it still gives people an opportunity to explore their creative and moral needs.  But how exactly?

In terms of satisfying needs of love and belonging, it is simple to see a function for humor.  I laughed with my neighbors at the little girl's expense.  By doing so we shared emotions and had a genuine moment of understanding.  These are moments where humans feel love and belonging.  And those are important feelings that we crave and need to satisfy if we expect to live happy. With repeated laughter between individuals, more mutual understanding develops, and certain friendships grow, opening up many opportunities for one to satisfy their psychological needs of love and belonging.

How does humor allow us to explore our needs of creativity and morality?  In the novel “A Stranger in a Strange Land,” the Martian human trying to understand human culture has a break through moment when he sees a monkey at a zoo hit and steal something from another monkey.  He realizes that humor is employed to cope with bad things and not to celebrate good things, and laughs for the first time in his life.  Like my neighbors laughing at the little girl with gastro-intestinal issues, laughter is often a response to a bad thing.  The human world can be an awful place at times, but humor gives humans an excellent tool for finding irony in bleakness and turning it into a healthy behavior known as laughter.  Since humor involves determining a wrong, it helps humans satisfy needs of morality.  Since humor also involves finding irony in a wrong, it helps humans satisfy needs of creativity.  Consider the following examples.

It is normal in Mali for opposing ethnicities to poke fun at each other by saying things like “You eat too many beans” or “you are my slave,” which, taken literally, sound like strange and awful things for humans to be saying, but taken with a sense of humor, act as a way to generate laughter and happiness.  Mali is a diverse country where ethnic tension is not uncommon.  However, with humor, different ethnicities find common ground.  The recipe to diffuse ethnic tension between two individuals in Mali goes something like this: greet, tell your acquaintance that you are his master, recognize why the statement is wrong, see the irony of the wrong statement, and share a laugh together.  Two individuals involved in such a confrontation promote peace, friendship, morality and creativity, which are ingredients essential for human well being.

Another example I experienced in Mali frequently was adult laughter caused by children's fear of a white person (i.e. myself).  Even though it was horrible that children were running away from me in terror, it was also hilarious, and much appreciated by groups of cackling mothers, who, by witnessing the child's fear, could use humor to bond with one and other and develop their needs of creativity and morality.  They would see the child's fear as a wrong (morality). They would see the irony of me being a white person who the child sees as a monster (creativity).  Then they all generate simultaneous laughter and appreciate each other for being around and sharing the moment of humor (love, belonging, respect).

Sharing laughter with Malians was a big part of becoming comfortable in my village.  Anywhere in Mali really, by cracking jokes and laughing with locals, your level of acceptance would skyrocket.  Just by being a white guy hanging with very poor Malians, the levels of irony were strong enough that simple efforts at humor would snap tension with laughter.  The main rule I followed in terms of generating laughter and making friends: make fun of people.  This would result in laughter mostly because it must have been hilarious to hear a white guy trying to speak Tomokan, and also because it would be so unexpected.  Teasing somebody would open me up for attack, and once I started to receive fun insults from Africans the irony would be too great and there would be people literally rofling.  Without humor, integration would have been impossible in my village, and I would not have never satisfied needs of belonging.

Humor is a crucial part of being human.  Without it humans would struggle to satisfy desires regarding love, belonging, morality, and creativity. Next time you hear someone fart, go ahead and share some laughter, because evolution has programed it into our system and it would be a shame to fight it.  Our world would be Hell if humans did not let wrong things make them laugh.

FAMILY

To save its family members, a gopher will expose itself to a perceived predator, crying out an alarm, and ultimately sacrificing its life.  At first, it does not seem like proper survival behavior in terms of being fit and passing on genes.  What the gopher is doing though, is making sure he is the only one to die so that its offspring and siblings (who have very similar DNA) can survive and reproduce.  What a wonderful evolutionary trick! All mammals, in fact, care for their off spring and generally have a notion of family. Of course, us humans are probably the best at it.  More than any other species, humans utilize the family unit to satisfy both survival needs and psychological needs.

Part of the definition of being a mammal is that infants are cared for by parents.  Without this concept rooted deep into the mammalian behavior code, species would not have been able to evolve into the intelligent beings that exist today, because large complex brains need a lot of nursing and care.  Without parental care, human off spring would not survive to one day reproduce and pass on genetic traits, meaning that family, as a human characteristic, is needed directly for survival and security.  Of course, family has evolved into more than just a way for infants to survive.  Like the other behaviors discussed in this essay, it also serves to satisfy psychological needs (the indirect way of ensuring survival and reproduction).  With unconditional love being shared between all members of a family unit, humans use family as a way to satisfy our deepest desires of love and belonging. 

Demonstration of love is very differently in Mali.  Highlighted by polygamism, arranged marriages, and extremely high birthrates, the Malian family lacks the sense of intimate love that Americans value.  Instead, Malians satisfy needs of family love and belonging by incorporating many people into their circles of unconditional kindness, something American culture lacks.  By examining these contrasting styles, we'll see the advantages and disadvantages each have in satisfying human needs (both physical and psychological).  Also, we'll see similarities, which indicate the importance of family for the well-being of all human cultures.

I never witnessed intimate love between Malians.  I could never tell who was married to who.  There was no hugging or kissing between friends or partners.  There was no such thing as dating. Marriages were generally prearranged (sometimes involving girls as young as 15 or 16).

Children miss out on intimate bonds with their parents.  Malian women average about seven births in their lifetimes (one of the highest in the world).  The result is a country where half the population is below the age of 15.  Children get neglected because there are too many chores for the women, and too many children to keep an eye on.  A man may say they want as many kids as possible so that the family can do a lot of work, be big and influential, and allow the family name to spread, but they forget that more kids means more mouths to feed, less opportunity for education, and more chances for neglect. 

These facts sound horrifying from an American perspective.  In America you are suppose to fall in love with your partner and your kids should be showered with affection so they can grow up with confidence.  Why is Malian culture not the same?
 
Since life is relatively easy in America, family creation aims to satisfy needs of love and belonging, but since life is freaking hard in Mali, family creation aims to satisfy needs of survival and security.  A couple in Mali may not provide each other the intimacy most humans crave, but they do provide support in other areas. A man provides the relationship with property and farmland. A women supports the relationship by fetching water and cooking. Malians aren't necessarily looking for someone to love, but for someone that can ensure a healthy family. 

The parent child relationship in Mali also aims to provide health and survival more than love. Historically, the most successful Malian families were the ones with most children for working the fields, caring for elderly parents, and maintaining family ideals for generations.  Hence, the prevailing family culture was one of many births limiting parent-child bonding, as a sacrifice to minimize health and survival risks.  If Malians experienced romance the way Americans did, jealousy and breakups could destroy the support networks that people rely on for immediate survival needs, namely food.  And If Malians experienced child rearing the way Americans did, their would be less young people to provide for those unable to work their fields. 

Admittedly, changes need to be made if Mali expects to be able to take advantage of the modern world. Opportunities in education and work pull people away from traditional attitudes, while population explosions and diminishing resources are creating tremendous disadvantages for large families. To overcome the new circumstances, Malian attitudes on family will need to shift.  Hopefully, Malian culture can do this without losing its certain advantages.
 
In what ways do Malian families have an advantage in satisfying psychological needs?  The answer has to do with extended versus nuclear families.  In America, nuclear households are preferred, while Malians have the entire extended family living in close quarters.  Tomokan uses an extensive vocabulary to refer to relatives. Two words for “aunt” and “uncle” exist, depending on which side of the family they come from.  Specific words clarify if a sibling is younger, older, brother, sister, or from a different wife (half sibling).  There are even family members that don't exist in America like my husband's other wife, or my dad's other wife.  Since everyone lives in such close proximity, and because of extremely high birth rates, families seem to be enormous.  For the family to function, everyone participates in chores.  Children herd the animals, men coordinate construction projects, and the women determine who cooks when, and everyone goes to the fields during rainy season.  Grandparents work less, to show elderly respect.  This kind of community work extends to more distant relatives and even to neighbors who are not relatives at all.  A small Malian community has to help everyone out, and this usually means treating everyone like family.  It is required to invite those around you to “come eat” even if they are strangers.  Basically, it seems that the entire village functions as a family, where nobody goes without as long as a neighbor can help out.  The fact that the entire village had the last name 'Arama' is truly indicative of this (no worries villagers would marry their girls to other villages and marry girls from other villages into their family so incest was avoided).  Even I was treated as a family member.  I was given the name Embe Arama and was given anything that any other neighbor or family member deserved, like food.  To give back I tried to help with chores, but since those efforts often came up short (I'm lazy!), I would buy good food for my Malian family. 

With so many people in such close quarters experiencing intimate love may not be as uncommon as I made it sound earlier in this section.  Holding hands is popular among friends.  There is usually physical contact being made between individuals when they are eating, resting, or socializing.  With so many kids everywhere, it is normal to pick up a random one and carry it around (satisfying the same kinds of needs as when I pet a random dog).  Gift giving is popular, no matter how small the gift or how insignificant the occasion.  So even though I could not have had a girlfriend in my village, I feel like I did have plenty of intimate exchanges.  Malians are in many ways the most loving people I have ever met.  They demonstrate unconditional kindness to anyone willing to be a part of the family, and incorporate plenty of physical contact while hanging out.  American culture does not do this.  American and Malian are two styles of family, both trying to satisfy needs of love and belonging (and survival).

One thing that American and Malian families do have in common, is that they symbolize moments of great achievement where a maximum number of psychological needs are met.  Ask someone to look back on their life and describe their happiest day, and they often recount their wedding day or the birth of a child.  Both Americans and Malians make a big deal of weddings and births.  For such occasions there are ceremonies, gifts, good food, blessings and dancing.  They are moments where the individuals involved satisfy psychological needs across the whole spectrum. Words like respect, love, achievement, and morality are just some of the ways to describe needs satisfied in weddings or births.  Getting married and having kids is an undisputable 'purpose of life.'  It is our biological purpose.  Both cultures can agree that creating a family is among the greatest achievements an individual can hope to accomplish in a lifetime. 

Conservative attitudes about family exist in Malian culture as an insurance policy for survival.  The results are advantages and disadvantages in attempting to survive and satisfy needs of love.  In terms of achievement though, family creation serves all cultures in a universal form.  It functions as a goal almost anyone can accomplish, representing the most universal human purpose. 


PRAYER  
Everyone we know will someday die.  Humans reflect on this fact, and are also very aware that their own being on Earth will come to an end.  It's terrifying, but also an important part of being human.  Realizing mortality is the epitome of self-reflectance, and fuels our attitudes on religion and spirituality, which are used to satisfy some our deepest psychological needs. 
 
Burial sites are early indicators of humans practicing spiritual behavior.  The earliest undisputed human burial site dates back to 130,000 y/a, but since it is suspected that Neanderthals buried their dead, and since evidence suggests that some non-humans (chimpanzees and elephants) even throw leaves and branches over their dead, burial likely goes back to before the first humans!  This means that spirituality has had time to evolve itself deeply into the essence of the human experience.  Paleolithic Venus figurines suggest widespread existance of complex animist religions between 35,000 to 11,000 years ago.  Unlike other efforts to calm human anxieties (such as all the other behaviors I've discussed) religion requires imagination resulting in diverse spiritual behaviors evolving independantly from each other.  As humans transitioned into the neolithic age, and civilization allowed certain cultures to supercede others, certain religions began to displace others.  As humans continued into more modern times, the rapid spread of information allowed certain religions to blow up, others to dissapear, new ones to appear, and non-religious spirituality to pick up a following.

How does Mali fit onto this history?  Indigenous beliefs in Mali were traditionally animist.  Most focused their spiritual energy on the idea that the spiritual world is the same as the physical world around us and souls can be found in non-human and even non-living things.  Animistic attitudes in Mali have now been mostly displaced by Islam, though the country still has many villages clinging to animistic traditions.  There is also a very tiny christian minority. 
 
Malians take their religion very seriously.  Eating pork and drinking alcohol are very taboo, blessings are constantly being offered, fasting during Ramadan, celebrating Eid Al-fitr at the end of fasting, and sacrificing some sheep to commerate Abraham's obedience to God during Eid Al-Adha are occasions for Muslim Malians to celebrate life.  Most importantly though, is the frequency of prayer.  Five times every day the men go to a mosque (women would pray in the home) and focus their thoughts on connecting with God.  That is a significant chunk of the day dedicated towards leaving the real world and exploring the metaphysical world. Such efforts are done to achieve psychological needs of esteem, morality, creativity, purpose, acceptance of facts, and lack of prejudice.  Such achievements potentially provide peace of mind and genuine happinness. Without prayer to distract and reassure struggling villagers, the standard of happinness in Mali could plummet dramatically. 
 
Developed countries are not as openly serious about religion, but spirituality is still very important for satisfying the same psychological needs.  In America something like 75% of the population believe in a personal God and something like a 30% attend religious services at least once per week.  Such numbers leave plenty of room for other forms of spirituality.  Religions based more on philosphy have gained huge followings. Studying science offers another way of exploring the metaphysical (spiritual) world.  Also, people hike, fish, ski, jog, canoe, and engage in all sorts of other activities that one could interpret as spiritual. Such activities may not exist in Mali, but serve the same function as Muslim prayer.  They are used to leave daily realities behind and realize the presence of something greater.

No matter how you choose to get your spritual fix, it acts as a cultural behavior universal amongst all cultures, a cornerstone of the human experience. Throughout homo sapien history we have had this inkling that our perceived realities are insignificant in contrast to the potential truths of the universe. To cope, humans use spirituality. Praying five times a day to Allah or catching a fish in Montana, spirituality can help achieve some of the highest needs in Maslow's hierarchy. It is the ultimate clincher of self-enlightenment. However, religion has also been abused and taken humanity in the wrong direction at times so it is important to use spiritual techniques correctly.

PLAY 
Since the brain is almost too smart for its own happiness, it is mentally painful for a human to do nothing.  The mind must be kept busy to keep from think/worrying.  In America, we try our best to keep the mind distracted, and with TV and internet, it really isn't hard.  In Mali, different forms of play are employed, and serve to benefit well-being in many ways.  First, work could be done through play, meaning it acts as a behavior helping to satisfy basic survival needs.  Secondly, playing allows us to explore our social relations the same way laughter does, strengthening our sense of love and belonging.  Thirdly, achievements made in play can be powerful enough for an individual and satisfy desires of confidence and esteem.  Lastly, games push humans into realizing their deepest desires of self actualization, by exploring creative and moral strategies in the pursuit of victory.  By demonstrating how Malian play is related to American play (sans internet), we'll see how such behavior is instrinsically human.

Playtime while working the field is directly connected to satisfying immediate survival needs. Farming all day sucks, but it has got to be done for survival, so by singing or playing you forget it sucks. I spent one day in particular farming with a group of kids aged 5-15. The work for the day was to collect the beans in the millet fields that were ready for harvest. It was like a treasure hunt for the kids, weaving around the tall millet stalks looking for yellow bean pods. I walked around trying to help out, while the kids enthusiastically collected. They were continually asking me to donate the beans I found to their collection, and so I realized that the kids had turned their chore into a competition. At the end of the morning, the oldest kid counted up the beans and determined who collected the most. He then climbed to the top of a tree announcing each person's ranking in a playful ceremony. 
 
Incorporating music into work also helps motivate.  When women prepare millet for cooking, it first gets pounded (Malian mortar and pestle).  As the women alternate rapid turns pounding the millet in the mortar they start clapping on the off-beats and interesting rhythms develop.  Singing is also popular to pass the time while working the fields.  This activity is the source of not only very popular West African music, but, due to slavery, the roots of most American music.  By making a competition out of bean harvesting and incorporating music into daily chores, playing helps humans attain their basic survival needs.  However, playing is generally geared for deeper desires.

Sports, for example, do not help achieve basic survival needs at all.  They generally don't nourish you or give you security of the home. Still, all 15 million Malians are soccer fans.  In towns kids can grow up playing on competitive teams (and get good enough to earn Mali a third place finish in 2012 Africa Cup of Nations!).  In villages, where soccer balls are rare, variations of kids running and kicking something around still occur.  So did variations of kids running and throwing something around.  When I introduced kids to the frisbees I had, variations of kids running and smacking each other with frisbees became popular.  In a non-formal setting, playing soccer could satisfy psychological needs of friendship and belonging, since it is an activity shared by a group where teamwork and respect are practiced.  On more formal occasions, sports like soccer can produce great sense of confidence and achievement during moments of hard earned success.  A game winning goal feels like heaven!  Furthermore, by exploring the game's fairness and strategy a soccer player can even satisfy his psychological needs of morality and creativity.  That is a lot of feel-good being generated by a silly game!
Wrestling was very popular in my area too (more popular than soccer even, since the cost for buying a soccer ball is infinitely more expensive than the cost of wrestling).  Kids would be encouraged to wrestle each other as soon as they started walking, and adults who were very good competed at festivals to see who was the ultimate badass.  In the same way as soccer, psychological needs satisfied through wrestling can range from developing friendships to genuine moments of self-actualization.

Besides sports, there are many other forms of Malian play.  The most interesting was music and dance.  Singing and dancing are more game-like in Dogon villages than what most people are used to. What I saw most frequently in my rural Dogon village, were circles of girls singing, clapping, and taking turns entering the circle. The idea wasn't to dance in the circle, but to perform a trick in beat and do it better than anyone else who enters the circle.  Tricks include, short sprints, spinning as fast as possible, windmilling an arm as fast as possible, or setting up a tug of war competition between two sides of the circle.  In a society where gender roles extend all the way to playtime, it is the wrestling (or soccer) alternative for girls.  Less organized dancing occurred with music on the radio or when I played music through my iPod and speakers.  On such musical occasions even boys could not help but move to the music.  Humans enjoy dancing, probably because freely moving body parts according to sound is such a simple way of exploring creativity. 
 
The list of games human games is infinite.  In Mali, playing with kids, card games, board games, horse racing, foot racing, playing musical instruments, carving, sewing, riding motorcycles, climbing trees, along with many other activities, were done sometimes for survival, but also for simple fun.  Even games Malians had never heard of before were a lot of fun, making it an interesting experience to introduce chess, baseball, and frisbees to my friends. 
 
How about American culture?  What American activities constitute as playing in order to satisfy psychological needs?  Playtime while working is as common as it is in Mali. I have had many menial jobs where listening to music, singing, or inventing a game helped satisfy my immediate survival (paychecks and groceries).  Also, even though soccer and wrestling are not America's most popular sports, football, baseball, basketball, tennis, golf, swimming, and track and field serve the same purposes.  Americans listen to music, sing, dance, and play musical instruments.  Music is so readily available that many Americans can't imagine life without an iPod. Americans play an incredible variety of board games and card games too, not to mention video games and surfing the web.  The truth is, Americans have so much leisure time that much of our lives are dedicated to games and music. 
 
Styles of play vary slightly between Malians and Americans, and Americans may have more time to engage, but for both cultures, playing seems to be a crucial part of living a happy life.  For a Malian, playing may seem like too much effort after having spent 12 hours hoeing millet fields in 100 degree heat.  You would think a Malian would want to just sit and relax when there is down time.  Clearly, playing must be an important part of being human.  The fact that almost every human knows what soccer is, demonstrates the universality of playing games.  Such a global phenomenon is dictated less by culture, and more by human needs.  Friendship, belonging, respect, achievement, creativity, and even morality work their ways into the network of sports and play.  A game is an all encompassing behavior that sets up a mini world where you work to overcome all sorts of adversity to reach a goal.  Think about an American or Malian parent pushing his kid to play football or wrestle, claiming that it will build character.  What that parent is really trying to say is "it's a way to satisfy my kid's psychological desires." 


LESSONS 
Since all cultures engage in behaviors meant to generate mental well-being, lets accept that every human ever struggles with happiness and purpose.  Without addressing the psychological needs that our intellectual complexity demands (by greeting, praying, joking, playing, etc.), humans get depressed.  How can this fact help us improve human well-being?  The trick may not necessarily be to engage in as many of these activities as possible, but more to develop a lifestyle that allows the individual to pursue the behaviors that best suit him or her.

To turn psychologically satisfying activities into an actual life style is not easy, just like it is hard to answer somebody wondering "what the hell do I want to do with my life?"  In America, there are a lot of paths someone may take to feel like they are maximizing efforts to satisfy psychological desires.  In Mali, there are few.  Most Malians grow up in their village of birth, work the fields, raise a family, and hopefully live to be an important village elder.  During this time there is plenty of greeting, joking, praying, studying, teaching, and dancing, but there are very few people that grow up to be politicians, comedians, priests, university students, teachers or dancers. 
 
Embe Moussa Arama is a good Malian.  As the oldest son of an important rural family he had all the advantages a Malian could want.  Although lacking in political charisma, his lifetime of hard work earned him healthy crops and extensive herds of sheep and goats, not to mention a couple of cows and donkeys.  His rural wealth, in turn, earned him three wives and seventeen children all who benefit from his care.  His generosity and piety earned him respect from other villagers and influence in local politics.  He even hosted two Peace Corps volunteers in his village, providing them food and shelter, which gave him a surge of wealth and political importance.

Embe is now something like 40 or 45 years old.  Though his list of daily chores is still extensive, his seventeen kids make it possible for him to skip the tough fieldwork, and so he is kind of retired in a sense.  Despite his success with family, wealth, and politics, he has regrets.  Embe has never left Mali, though he has been to most of the major cities in Mali.  He does not speak any European languages, though he does speak three Malian languages.  And he is unable to read or write, though he has begun studying the Arabic of the Koran and learning basic literacy.

The life style chosen by Embe is a typical one for a Malian.  It keeps himself and his family fed and sheltered, and it also satisfies most of his psychological desires.  This is done through spirituality, travels, connections with Peace Corps, wealth, and political influence.  We can imagine how his lifestyle has let him explore human needs of belonging, family, friendship, confidence, respect, morality, creativity, problem solving, and lack of prejudice.  He is happy and proud and all he had to do was follow the traditional rules of his culture. 

Although a lifestyle such as Embe's may be the best most rural Malians can do in their pursuit of happiness, I did have the pleasure of meeting a few individuals who, despite tremendous disadvantages, found other ways of pursuing their passions.  For example, Embe's little brother, Abdoulaye.  Besides being the fifth born instead of the first born, he grew up with identical circumstances as Embe, yet his life path turned out radically different.
School dominated Abdoulaye's life.  He could have easily never discovered his passion for knowledge, but luckily, his father sent him to elementary school.  Abdoulaye loved school and was far smarter and got much better grades than all his peers.  However, after 9th grade there were no schools nearby to continue studying. Any other Malian would have returned to normal village life satisfied with basic literacy.  Of course, Abdoulaye was not done. He asked his father if he could be sent away to high school. 
 
This decision must have been a very difficult one for the father.  His oldest son Embe was growing up just fine without education.  Other villagers were furious at him for even considering sending one of his kids to high school.  After all, to send Abdoulaye to live in a town with a high school would not only cost him a large chunk of his income, but it would leave the family shorthanded for chores and fieldwork.  The likelihood of Abdoulaye going to high school should have been zero.  In the end though, Abdoulaye and Embe's father proved to be an extremely open minded parent.

Once enrolled, the future was completely within Abdoulaye's control.  He excelled in high school and did not slow down.  After a year of brilliance in Mali's main University in Bamako, he applied for a scholarship to study engineering in a foreign University.  He got the scholarship, and spent the next six years of his life in China.
I had the pleasure of meeting Abdoulaye upon his return from China.  He was something like thirty years old. He spoke French, English, and Mandarin, to go along with the three Malian languages he learned growing up.  A degree in Engineering from a University in China had landed him a government job in Mali's capital, Bamako. After a quick visit to the village of his youth (when I met him) the plan was to settle down and live the lifestyle of an upper-class third-world citizen.

A lot was sacrificed for this result.  A significant gap exists between him and the family he left behind.  There are no wife or children around.  And his government job in Bamako is less secure than farm work in the countryside considering Mali's current political turmoil.  He weighed his options though, and must have felt that the sacrifices were needed for him to best satisfy his psychological desires and live a happy life.

The choices made by Embe and the choices made by Abdoulaye are so remarkably different.  They both do what they see as the most important activities in their quest for happiness and purpose.  Would Abdulaye have been as happy if he had never been allowed to go to high school?  Maybe.  It's unlikely though, because of his apparent genius.  Someone with such an incredible mind craves to satisfy the deepest needs in the human psyche.  While love and family satisfy most people's psychological needs, a genius like Abdoulaye needs to push his life into an entirely different direction to explore his psychological desires.

There is another individual living in my village who's story in worth discussing.  He did not choose family, prestige, or education, but instead money.

Gei is the outcast. I never learned his last name, but I can guarantee it is not Arama, the name of all other people in the village.  He does not speak the local language, and communicates using Bambara or French, Mali's linguas francas.  Nice clothing demonstrates that he is from the city and not from the country like all the other villagers.  He has no wife in the village, so has to do all household chores including washing clothes and fetching water (women's chores).  By using a far away water source for these chores, he avoids feelings of un-welcomeness.

A local medicine man brought him to the village several years ago to cure an illness.  After recovering, Gei discovered something else available to him in the village, and opted not to leave.

There is a single vehicle in the village, and it produces business for the owner and for Gei, who was hired as the vehicle's driver.  Money is made.  Five days per week Gei takes a van crammed full of people and their goods to markets as far as 50 km away and back.  This system pushes Malian transportation to its limits. I'm pretty tolerant with the hassles of third world transportation, but when it came to Gei's system, I preferred to take my bike to market and be physically exhausted than to put up with the discomfort of his mini bus and the hassle of trying to not get ripped off.  Because Gei will rip you off!  He drives fast, finds plenty of customers, and makes sure they pay as much as they are possibly willing to pay.  He once did not wait for me to come back from my shopping because his van was full and he had money to make.

Gei is certainly well do to.  He can afford to buy things at market and try to sell them back in the village.  He eats decent food at the markets.  He owns nice clothes, shoes, and a cell phone.  Even tea and cigarettes make little diiference on his budget.  Of course, his choices have also come with sacrifices.  Instead of fulfilling desires of love and belonging, he prefers to pursuit psychological desires of esteem and self actualization. Strangely, the more he succeeds in his finincial endeavors, the more he fails at being a part of the community. 

At this point I've talked about the family man (Embe), the intellect (Abdoulaye), and the businessman (Gei). They each weighed their options and chose a path they saw as the best way to fulfill their psychological desires.  Not everyone can find such success.  Determining what passions to pursue is difficult enough.  Many, for whatever reasons, choose not to pursue their passions.  Mostly though, people are unlucky and never get the chance to turn their passions into a lifestyle. 
 
Fortunately, the modern world delivers opportunities previously unavailable.  Even for Malians, the world has become small and possibilities are opening up.  Malian villagers know that their is more to the world than harvesting millet.  They come across many rich foreigners.  Information spreads even to the most remote villages through phones and radio.  Young men and women leave their villages during the dry season and see the infrastructure of towns and cities.  Some travel all the way to Bamako, or Abidjan in Ivory Coast.  They find jobs and buy luxury items.  If a villager wants to learn to sew they can take lessons.  If they want to dance they can participate in festivals.  If they want to be politicians they can network with employees at local mayor offices.  If they want to make money there are plenty of markets with costumers.  And If they want to be an engineer they need only talk to Abdoulaye, and he will let them know that anything is possible.

 

 

 
 

 






 


 

 


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Fetching Water

"To fetch water" was one of the first verbs I learned in my local language.  Seems like an obscure verb to know, seeing as how we would hardly ever use it in the states.  English speaking cultures have had water pumped directly into their homes for so long that the phrase "to fetch water" sounds very old fashioned.  In fact, I don't think I knew exactly what fetching water was until I came to Mali.  Essentially, if you don't have water on tap, you have to go to where water is, fill up a container, carry it back to where you live.  That way there is water in your house for whenever you need to drink, cook, clean, and wash, and I guess thats the definition of fetching water.

Water has been a hot topic in the realm of development lately.  With an increase of population in the development world and a decrease of clean water (for reasons ranging from pollution to climate changing) the search for potable water has been making headlines.  It is such a basic step on the development ladder, that it really gathers interest.  What?  Women in western India walk 5 miles every day to make sure their family has water?  What?  This village in Sudan drinks water from that nasty looking pond!?  In these villages fetching water not only exists, but it becomes a regular chore requiring tons of time and energy.

For most of Mali, and most of the developing world, fetching water usually involves dropping a container into a well, and then hauling it up by hand once it fills.  Some villages are lucky enough to have pumps and less energy is required to produce cleaner water.  In my village we fetch our water from a natural spring.  The picture below is where I fill up my 20L plastic jug so I can have water in my house available for drinking and bathing.


I make the trek down to this spring once per day and I use my fancy back pack to help me carry the water on my back to my hut.  Its not easy!  Women with families however, make the water fetching trip up to 5 or 6 times per day.  Depending on what part of the village someone lives, they could be walking as far as 500 meters to reach the spring.  That can add up to a couple miles of walking per day just for water.  A lot of that walking is done with 20 or more liters of water on your head, and usually a baby on your back.  Not only is it an exhausting trip, but it is also steep and dangerous to go up and down the rocky slope that leads to the springs in the bottom of a gully.  I have seen people slip and fall (its even happened to me), and though I have yet to see someone get seriously injured it is a scary sight to see a mom with an infant on her back slip as she tries to make her way down the rocky path.

Fortunately, women in Mali are the toughest people in the world.  In a nearby village I once saw a lady fill up a tub of water at their spring.  I assumed she was going to bathe her nursing baby in it right there next to the spring.  Instead, she placed the tub of water on her head with the help of a friend, turned around, and began her slow march back to her house a couple miles away all while breast feeding her infant.  I was dumbstruck!  A man's work load is significantly smaller than a woman's in Mali, and of course women have little political/economical power in rural communities.  It pisses me off.

Fetching water begins when you are little.  In fact, it is mostly kids who I see fetching water.  They just don't fetch as much as a grown woman can so their contribution is small.  But kids as young as five make daily treks down to one of the spring in my village as a kind of training for when they get older.  It works well, seeing as 10 year olds are faster than me at bringing a 20L jug back to their parents homes.  Malian's ability to transport things is pretty amazing.  I don't have the skills to carry buckets of water on my head (I literally couldn't do it without spilling all the water), so I use a back pack and a 20L jug (usually get some odd looks directed at me).  Below are some of my favorite kids in village in the middle of the chore of "fetching water."


Though the villages ability to fetch water is pretty awesome, women aren't shy about admitting that it is very strenuous and would prefer a well or pump (or tap water)!  In fact, I would go as far as to say that they are embarrassed about fetching spring water, especially considering that it kinda looks disgusting (take a look at the first picture again).  Indeed, my main work in village is suppose to be finding a way to get potable water to the village.  My friend Zach (5 miles away from my village) has secured funds for a well project and work in his village has begun to bring the community its first permanent source of water (they previously were transporting water from a town 5 miles away).  In my village I would like to develop the springs and the paths to reach the springs in order to secure a source of potable water, since wells and pumps are expensive and often not sustainable for small Dogon villages like mine.  

Unfortunately, Mali is going through some African style democracy where the military has decided that they don't like the president and are going to do things their own way.  The president is gone now and the government of Mali is looking pretty shaky right now.  Of course, this puts some serious doubt on the future of Peace Corps in Mali.  Within the next couple weeks I may find myself in another country in West Africa, in USA, or maybe even in another region in Mali if the Taureg rebels continue to advance southward (Mali has got more problems than just a military coup)!  Hopefully things can clear up politically and me and Zach can get back to work in our villages.  Recently, the UN announced that they had reached a goal of 90% of the world having access to safe drinking water.  With our projects I would like that number to become 90.0000001%.  Its not looking good though, shit is kinda hitting the fan in Mali, and it is unlikely that Peace Corps can function.  It's sad.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Cadeau Culture

During our training we had a class focusing on the potential damage that development work may result in.  At first it seemed strange.  How can efforts to improve people's lives possibly do more harm than good?  Failed projects were understandable, but projects that actually made people's lives worse did not seem possible.  The longer I stay in Mali though, the more I realize that harmful projects are not only possible, but frequent! Development often encourages villages to change traditional behaviors and do things in a western way.  Such efforts ignore the unique ecology of the village and assume western techniques will excel no matter the climate, geology, biology, culture and history of the village.  Changes to traditional agricultural techniques have created tremendous crop failures around the world.  "Improvements" to infrastructure have devasted fragile ecosystems.  New tools and machinary put excessive pressure on the environment.  In my experience so far though, development work undermining a community's own capacity is the most common type of harm.

This last danger of development work is very obvious in Mali.  Both at an individual and community level, Mali has lost confidence in its own ability to develop without outside help.  It is a serious problem that probably originated with colonialism, and has been encouraged through tourism and poorly executed aid projects.  "Donne moi l'argent," or "donne moi un cadeau" are phrases I hear everyday I am not at my village.  Basically, a kid sees a white person and asks for money or presents.  These kids usually don't even speak french, but they have picked up enough to know that shouting out these phrases could result in a little gift from a random white tourist or aid worker.  This phenomenon is generally refered to as "Cadeau (gift) Culture".

Cadeau Culture gets even scarier when it comes to large development projects.  Wells, pumps, roads, schools, etc. are often seen as gifts from the white foriegner to the helpless african.  Villages tend to wait for NGO's to bring in money for projects instead of organizing themselves to improve their living standards.  Even in my village I am seen by a lot of individuals simply as someone who will bring money to the village.  I certainly feel pressure to appease my village and raise money or write a grant for money for an expensive project.

Development sucks sometimes because there is a lot of pressure to produce results and not only make the village happy, but make the money donors happy.  The village is always more than happy to say "yes yes we need that" because any kind of gift is good in their eyes even if the gift is some sort of failed pump or building that doesn't actually improve their lives.  Those who give money towards development are more weary about what a project might be doing, but of course they live thousands of miles away, so it is not very hard for a development project to build a school, do a photo shoot, and tell donors, 'check it out' your money built this.  And the donors think 'I'm such a good person all these kids are gonna be happy and educated now.'  Of course, the project means nothing when school supplies run out, teachers don't get paid, and eventually there is nothing more than an abondoned building.  The village is ok with it though, because they appreciated the money that built the school, the NGO is happy because the pictures prove that the project saved some kids, and the Donors feel all good inside because they feel altruistic or whatever.  Unfortunately, the project in reality did nothing more than tell the village that white people have money and they'll build you cool shit. 

My village is a victim of this nasty trend.  There are two broken pumps, and two failed wells around my village.  They were all expensive projects.  My first reaction to these ruins was that its too bad and maybe we can try again.  But soon it became apparent that these projects not only failed, they did harm.  They taught the village to wait for aid.  They taught the village that their traditional source of water is an embarassment.  They taught the village that their white Peace Corps volunteer is rich and will bring money and build cool shit.

My village fetches their water from year round springs.  It is the lifeline of the village.  Unfortunately, little has been done to develope the local springs.  Few gardens exists.  The water sits in open pools vulnerable to contamination.  Access to the springs is somewhat dangerous.  The men don't know anything about the springs since it is the women that fetch water.  The women have plenty of knowledge about the springs, but have no political power.  The result is a demand for wells and pumps despite repeated failures.

Its stressful for me that the village sees me as means of producing large expensive projects.  I can't blame the village for being a part of the "cadeau culture."  They just want water!  However, I am committed to keeping my work simple and not crumbling under the pressure of giving lots of money for large projects.  Development can be done right, but in my village it has not been done right, and it has really destroyed the community's confidence. 

Development is often harmful.   

I want to reverse this pattern in my village.  I won't raise thousands of dollars for a pump or well.  We will develope the local springs.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Religion

I can hear the call to prayer at this very moment.  It has become so routine that I hardly noticed the blaring arabic chanting coming from the loudspeaker of the nearest mosque.  It is so normal for Malians to go to Mosque and do their daily prayers and celebrate muslim holidays and use the word 'Allah' that I forget it is actually Islam I am witnessing, and not just a weird cultural quirk that is unique to Mali.

Mali is 90% Muslim, though animism is influential enough to constitute most of the remaining 10% and skew a lot of peoples Islamic believes.  It is sort of strange to see groups of black people practicing Islam since the stereotype in my head of a muslim is a white arabic looking person.  Looking into it, I was surprised to see how far into 'Black' Africa Islam extends.  My first guess would have been that the Sahara desert would have been a barrier to prevent the spread of Islam from entering black Africa.  However, the maps below show that it is not the dryness of a desert the can block the spread of religion, but instead, the diseases of the tropics (exemplified by comparing the reach of Islam with the range of the disease spreading tsetse fly).  Islam was unable to penetrate the tropical areas of Africa, allowing for Christianity to take root in many regions of subsaharan African during the colonial era.  Mali, though considered subsaharan Africa, is certainly not tropical, and therefore, was heavily influenced by the spread of Islam.



Coming to Mali I had mixed feelings about becoming a part of a community that would probably be Muslim.  It figured it would be fascinating to observe, but maybe a little stressful to explain that I would not want to partake in Muslim stuff.  I was wrong.  Islam has been insignificant enough in my life in Mali that I have waited seven months to even write a blog post about it.

It is very noticeable, the Islam all around me, but like I mentioned at the beginning, the muslim stuff becomes so routine that I forget that it is Islam I am seeing.  When I greet neighbors in the mornings and evenings we give blessings to each other.  To me it is just a part of the greeting and not really connected to religion in any way.  My friend is suffering from a nasty snake bite and so I offer blessings of recovery whenever I greet her.  For me, using a blessing that translates to 'may God make the pain go' is the only way I know how to say 'I hope you get better,' and so again its hard to realize that the phrase has any connection to religion.  I see men in my village go to Mosque and pray, or pray outside there homes, several times per day (sometimes I see women pray too, but not often, and they are not allowed in the mosque in my village and during the mass prayers on holidays they pray in a separate area than the men).  But to me it is just a form of meditation I am observing.  When Muslim holidays come around and we slaughter sheep and eat good for a few days, I have trouble realizing it is a Muslim tradition I am partaking in and not simply a Malian thing.

The stereotype is that Islam is a religion of extremism, but in rural Mali I have found people to be very open minded towards people's personal spiritual beliefs.  It may be that in the western world we over exaggerate a muslims attitude towards religion, or maybe Malian culture is less intense about its religion than other Islamic nations, but either way, my villagers have no problem with me not being muslim, or christian for that matter.  I explain that I don't go to mosque.  And sometimes I explain that I'm not really even christian.  I say that I'm not anything.  It creates some laughs and maybe a little interest, but overall, no one really cares what I say when it comes to religion.

Lately I've even become braver about being honest with my religious attitudes.  I even tease my friends about going to the mosque.  Yesterday I was trying to determine if I should ride my bike into town today and figured that wind would be the determining factor.  So, when I saw my Homologue on his way to the mosque I told him to ask Allah if it would be windy the next day.  He told me I should ask, and so I explained that Allah probably doesn't understand English.  Such a comment said in America would be strange, maybe even offensive for some people, but when asked in Mali, by a white person speaking an obscure Dogon language, the result is a lot of laughter.  I like asking where Allah is and when they say 'the sky' I look up and tell that I can't see him; again laughter.  When asked about religion and praying I can usually admit that I am not into religion and that I don't know how to talk to Allah and that I never pray.  Sometimes I chicken out though and say that I do my prayers at home instead of in the mosque, because I get scared that people will respect me less or something if they find out that I am not religious, but they really aren't fears I should be at all worried about.  Mali is pretty opened minded towards white people and our strange behaviors.

I know religion probably plays a very important role in the way my villagers understand the world around them.  There are four mosques, they pray several times a day, they mention Allah always...  but for some reason I no longer really connect these actions with religion.  Its just part of the stuff that makes up Mali.  Religion, something I thought we affect my lifestyle in Mali greatly, I hardly notice.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Seasonal Migration

Different seasons have the power to dictate where one lives.  In the 21st century, choosing where to live is mostly based on economic factors.  In developing countries, like Mali, the result is a movement away from the country and to growing regional capitals.

When I first arrived in village in August the rainy season was well under way and there was plenty of work to be done in the fields.  Nearly all the villagers were home working on their families plots of land.  Though no money is earned for the village in rainy season, the families work 10 hours per day 6 days a week from June until October.  The food produced in the harvest will be stored in granaries, and is suppose to last a family all year up until the next harvest.  If crops fail, a village can experience malnutrition and starvation.  For this reason few villagers leave in search of work during rainy season.  They stay to do what they can to ensure their family has a successful harvest.  Unfortunately, no matter how many family members are working the fields during the rainy season, it will be the amount of rain that falls that determines whether the kids will go hungry before the next harvest.

By November the work in the fields is over and village work focuses on repairing and building houses and granaries.  The work is less intensive than field work, and so many of my villagers move away to earn some money for their families.  Some go to nearby Mopti to work in the rice fields, others go to Bamako (the capital), and some even leave the country entirely.

The rice harvest occurs after those of other Malian crops such as millet and sorghum.  Along the Niger River, extensive fields of rice require extra work in November.  Women and men, parents and children left my village to live near Mopti, on the Niger, and work the rice fields.  After a month, they returned with lots of rice.  Generally they would have stayed longer and had more work, but a lack of rain this year resulted in insufficient flooding of the Niger River to fully irrigate the rice fields.  A lot of the harvest failed, and my village will have less rice this year.

When searching for work it is the city that offers the most opportunity, and in Mali no city compares to Bamako in work potential.  Bamako is the fastest growing city in Africa and has a population of nearly 2 million.  Sikasso is the second largest city in Mali and its population is only 130,000.  The younger women in my village have mostly all left in search of work in Bamako.  The will be able to find work as house maids.  Hopefully they will be treated fairly by their employers.  Lots of men are also currently in Bamako since they are more valuable to the family earning a little money in the city than by helping out with work in village.  Some are barely teenagers, and have never been to a city.  Their adventure to Bamako in an effort to make extra money for their families must be terrifying.  

Even Bamako sometimes isn't the best option.  Places like Senegal and Ivory Coast are much more economically developed than Mali, and their cities present even greater opportunities.  A few weeks after arriving in my village, a friend left to go to Abidjan (Ivory Coast's commercial center) for work.  Others went with him and they met with friends who were already living there.  Most of the men in my village have been to Abidjan for work for at least a year or two.  It is the nearest somewhat developed urban center, and its opportunities for work are even more appealing than Bamako's.  However, I do not think that my village's movements in and out of Ivory Coast are entirely legal or safe.  One can imagine just how extreme poverty in Mali is, when its people are risking their lives to find work in a country that has been recently struggling with peace and stability.  

So many people have left that my village feels abandoned right now.  It feels like everyone my age is missing.  Those who left for the rice harvest have returned, but unmarried women and young men are in Bamako and my village continues to feel empty.  The village is much more calm without the youth around and it is easier to hang out and get to know people.  When the missing villagers return with the rain, it will seem strange to meet them again.  

My Peace Corps experience can be compared to a villager living in the city experience.  Those who have left the village for work leave loved ones behind and learn how to speak a new language.  The women in my village who can speak Bambara must have spent time in Bamako, while the men who can speak French probably picked it up while working in Abidjan.  Although Bamako is still in Mali, it has a very different culture than small villages, and adjusting to ways of the city must be very frustrating for someone from my village.  They make the adjustments though, and come to understand themselves better.  They realize that the world is so much more than they first imagined and that their is an incredible amount of human diversity.  It is these people who are most patient with me and the most sympathetic with any kinds of struggles I may have living in the culture of rural Mali.  They kind of know what I am going through.