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Church on Sunday 7/6/08

I’ve been to religion before.I’ve been plenty of times.But before today, I’ve never been to Church.Today was Church.

We walked in to the service in progress. Apparently they’d been singing already for an hour or more when we got there and there was plenty more to go.

And sing they did.They sang a song that sounded like “alleluia”, they sang “Yes, Jesus loves me” in Kirundi.They sang and sang and sang.I realized as soon as I started writing how poor a tool words are to describe the beauty of the singing.Fortunately I got an audio recording of the whole time we were there.

The church is a simple building, probably mud brick covered in stucco/cement. The roof is made of metal sheets, the roof supports are raw timbers. We’re up in front, facing the congregation. We’re sitting with the pastor, the assistant pastor, and Prosper, looking out at the flock.

I wish I could say why or how this struck me so powerfully. I was near tears for most of the first half hour. The music just reached me in a way that was powerful beyond words. The people were all well dressed, as well as they were able, in their Sunday best. So it wasn’t like we were seeing the poverty that’s surrounded us all week up in our faces, but this music just got to me. I saw Wes with tears in his eyes too, and Bob said he’d teared up as well, so it wasn’t just me.

After awhile, there was a break in the singing. The pastor came up to speak – no, to exhort, to praise, to shout. He skipped back and forth across the stage, this little short man with a serious face, he got fired up and roared like a lion. I don’t know what he was saying, but it was inspiring just in the sound of it.

Then they started the SERIOUS music.We had the children’s choir, the youth choir, the men’s choir, the ladies choir, and then the special choir.Each in turn would start singing in their seats, then file up to the front and let loose.Wes spotted one older lady dancing and went down to dance with her for a bit.

The assistant pastor translated the meaning of each song. Each song said: God will support you in your suffering. The path to safety is through god. This is a church that is about providing a very real comfort to a very suffering people. This is a church that knows hunger and pain and insists on joy and on faith. We read Revelations 3:10-13 and it told about how god will protect his people through the end of time.

This was Church. Have you ever been to Church? If not, then you just don’t know. Ahh, listen to the music. I can’t tell you about it. Listen.

Prosper had told us we’d each be expected to speak a bit, and I was first up. I had been worried at first that I wouldn’t be able to speak without choking up in tears, and if I’d been asked to speak right after we’d arrived I would have failed. But a bit of equilibrium had returned, and although I was a tiny bit rocky at the start, I got on a roll, and said some things that seemed ok. I got some good response from the audience. I turned it over to Bob who said some very thoughtful things. We skipped over Wes, because he was supposed to preach, but Prosper spoke up about the 40×40 and the 10×10 and the good work of Wes’s little church, and how Wes had welcomed him into his home and church.

The pastor asked us our blood types, which seemed odd.But he was making the point, Prosper and I are both A+, we have the same blood, we are the same.

Then Wes got up to preach. He did an excellent job, talking about the great feeling of sharing with these wonderful people. He started to tell about his journey with god, through rebellion and reconciliation. …I’d thought Wes would be the warm up act; that the pastor would speak after Wes at some length, but when Wes was done the pastor made some few comments and wrapped us up with another song. We were invited to be in the receiving line, shaking hands with hundreds of people as they filed out.

It was of awesome beauty. But don’t take my word for it – listen to it yourself. Listen.

July 14, 2008/by Susan Partnow
Burundi

Brock’s first report from Burundi

Burundi Independence Day:   There were 5 grandstands all together, maybe 150-200 people per grandstand.  The president was in the central one.  We were in the one to hizonner’s right, at the back.  There were big leather overstuffed chairs for the prez and entourage, the rest of us on plastic stacking chairs.  We were at the back of our grandstand, we couldn’t see himself except that when he spoke we could see the back of his head and the secret service crew.

To my surprise, Prosper didn’t seem to know anyone near us.  The parade went between astounding and wonderful and crashingly boring.  We watched thousands of military pass in review.  We watched civil service groups, corporate groups, and school groups march past.  It seemed hard to imagine that there was anyone in Bujumbura who WASN’T in the parade.

But the music was astonishingly good.  We got a good dose of the Royal Drummers.  I think Wes and Bob got a bit bored by the drummers, but it was this powerful deep pounding bass rhythm that just got me every time.   I didn’t bring my music recorder because I thought it would be in the way and/or rude to deploy the thing but I really wish I’d had it.

Bob got a lot of pictures, I got a few, Wes got quite a few and some video besides.  I was shy of camera-popping, we were among the few who took very many pictures (collectively).

After, we agreed to go meet at Carama today and Prosper expects us to be blown away by the poverty and lack of planning ability and poverty of education and realize that we need him as intermediary in everything. ..we’ll go out to Carama tomorrow (today, as I write this) and meet the people and we’ll understand all we need to understand and we can go from there with our planning.

So, then, dinner at Prosper’s.  We keep having little discussions on men’s and women’s roles in society here vs. there.  Prosper asked me, “If your wife says, ‘I want to go to Seattle’ and you say, ‘NO, I forbid you to go’ and she goes anyway, what would you do?  Here, she would not be welcome to come back.”  The man is clearly the boss of the household here, although there are some obvious imbalances that are starting to grow.  Elizabeth, Prosper’s office manager, for instance.  She’s a beautiful woman, very smart, very good communicator.  I really think she runs the office, coping and keeping up with Prosper’s whirlwind of activities and making sure everything works.  We met her husband Desiree and I asked what type of work he does.  He’s unemployed.

So Prosper says, “If a man can’t buy his wife the nice clothes she deserves, what kind of man is that?”  I didn’t ask Desiree his opinion on that.

Yet, the women did all the cooking, the serving, the clearing.  Wes and I joked about it, but we were NOT WELCOME to help.  It felt awkward to not at least make a token effort, but a little moral righteousness wouldn’t have done anyone any good, it would have just made everyone uncomfortable ESPECIALLY the women.  So we talked about the differences, but just talk.

In context of all this, we got on the subject of dowries.  Turns out that Desiree got Elizabeth on credit for 20 goats that he has not yet paid back.  I think he actually owes the cash equivalent of 20 goats, but it is not a debt of a million Burundi francs, it is a debt of 20 goats.

In Burundi, 2 cows is a pretty common price.  Which is also interesting since traditionally the Tutsi are cattle raisers while Hutu are traditionally crop growers.  Cain and Abel.

We had about 15 dishes altogether, we had fufu and tiny little fish in a spicy onion sauce, and fried pieces of a fish called mukeke.

Some little funny bits to close with.  Yesterday evening I left my windows open and fan on – and got a big ugly flying cock-a-roach in the room.  I took pictures.  Bastard was as big as my thumb and MEAN looking.  Then after I’d spent what seemed like forever trying to get Comcast to work correctly and losing probably 40 mins of typing all together, I went to sleep with the fan on 3 instead of 1.  That’s way too noisy and breezy – so I was up half the night wondering why I was so uncomfortable.

Today, we got back to the hotel at about 4 and I’ve been writing for much of the past 2 hrs.  And then I’m going to bed.

… So far behind on updates.  Hard to know where to begin.  I’ll start with today, since it’s freshest and older stuff isn’t going to get fresher but the fresh stuff could go stale.

We spent the day today in Carama (Cha-RA-ma) which is the community that Prosper has built up from total wartime/conflict devastation.  Today we were expecting to meet with a collection of local leaders to start understanding the community and our role in helping, our options.

Oh, let’s back up, shall we?  Prosper had got us a rental car and driver that we’ve been using much of the time.  He followed our directions and got something inexpensive.  I guess we hadn’t counted on the fact that we’d have the 3 of us, plus a driver, plus a person from Prosper’s office to serve as guide and translator.  It gets pretty cozy in the back of that little thing with 3 big guys shoved in, let me tell you.  The guys say, “Brock, go ahead, sit in front, you need the room” which makes me wonder – am I really that fat?  I’m dieting when I get home, fo’ sho.  Anyway, clearly this wasn’t cutting it, so today Prosper had upgraded us to a beat up old Toyota land cruiser which is much more comfortable.

Turns out, it’s a diesel.  Turns out, diesel is very very hard to come by in Bujumbura these days.  Turns out, I mean REALLY hard to come by.  So we were driven over to the compound of the guy who rents the cars.  Turns out he’s got a multi-faceted operation, we pulled into the compound to a huge sign for Eglise something-or-other, the church that is apparently the backbone of his operation.  Plus a flashy building with a nightclub sign.  Plus the car rental.  Plus, as it turns out, a cabinet of musty old electronic equipment – VCRs, car speakers, a multi-meter, various unidentifiable junk – that he repairs, sells, whatever, plus a whole shelf of home-recorded VCR tapes that he probably rents.   We had plenty of time to check all this out, because we had to wait while someone went to buy diesel.

While we waited, a lady came in who needed some attention to her car.  Somebody brought motor oil in an old beer bottle.  They didn’t want to spill any, so they made a funnel out of cardboard and poured out the oil like wine.

While we waited, we chatted with our driver du jour, Ledoc.  Ledo  is Prosper’s third oldest son (I think), a handsome and sharp young man who’s studying law in Nairobi.  Ledoc was to be our translator.

It seemed like it took an hour, it was half an hour at the very least, but finally the guy showed up with a tiny little can of diesel.  Prosper said it was 5 liters, and it cost something around $2 or $2.50 per liter.  That was our ration for the day, fortunately it was to be a low-driving day.

We got to the outskirts of Carama and saw the first water point.  I was shameless, snapping photos of people just trying to get on with life.  The water point had 2 taps, both in full use.  The runoff wasn’t well handled, and made a fairly swampy area.  People were grazing their cows, big lyre-horned beasts that I took at first for water buffalo.  Whenever I’ve read about Tutsi cattle, they always call them “distinctively lyre horned” and now I know what they mean.

Onusfor popped up out of the blue, and Dammas.  We hung out for a bit, snapping photos and asking questions, and Prosper said it was time to go.  Because of the time we’d spent waiting for gas, we went straight to the village meeting instead of touring about more.

We got to the center of the village and there was a collection of chairs set up in the shade of a big tree.  Several village leaders were there already, and we were ushered to the seats of honor.  There were probably ten or twenty people milling about or sitting and waiting for us when we got there, and I was thinking this would be pretty manageable.

I was hoping it would be manageable.  I was terrified, I was having real heart-in-the-throat panic.  It was so important, so important to me, to get this right.  There were so many ways it could go wrong, and I was terrified that I’d steer us all into one or more of them.  The biggest fear was that I’d leave them with an implicit commitment, “We’re going to come back and fix everything for you!”  The last thing these people need is more disappointment.

It turned out we were waiting for the head of the district to come.  Carama is in the district of Kinama which is in the commune of Bujumbura.  The head of Kinama had gotten his schedule crossed, but after ten minutes or so, ten minutes while my pulse raced and I tried to keep my breathing steady, after ten or so rocky minutes for me he arrived in style.  So this is what, maybe comparable to the mayor of Lynnwood?  He was brought in one of the ubiquitous police trucks, a pickup truck with a bench down the middle of the bed.  The bench is usually filled with armed police, guards, or soldiers.  I think it was police this time.  The whole time he was at the meeting, we were well protected by his two guards with Kalashnikovs.  I felt quite secure.  We were introduced, his name is “Emile”

So with the biggest man with us at the meeting, we could proceed.  Prosper spoke, then the chief of Carama spoke, then the head of Kinama spoke.  Unfortunately the head of Kinama had a pressing meeting and he had to leave immediately after speaking.  I was not in fact disappointed to see him go.

In fact, all this speechifying had me calming down, so after Emile departed it was my turn.  I think I did ok, I talked about global unity and GCJ does communication projects with a physical side, and we want to understand how they get things done here and hopefully come back in a year and I think it was ok.

 Then Wes got up and got a bit rambly.  Wes has the advantage of having the 40×40 project and the 10×10 projects on his balance sheet , so he gets to be a hero already.  (NOTE:  a friend of his from Coeur d’Alene raised $40K in 40 days to build 40 houses in 10 days!)   We talked a bit about the stuccoing and latrines (the Wes and Brock project) but it’s not such a big deal.  Wes of course playing to the crowd, he told how we’d ridden 44 hours on a plane to get here and he’s got the sore butt to prove it.

We got to Q&A, where the people got up in turn to ask us questions, or represent their needs, or just speak their piece.  Some distinctive points (not all entirely high points)

In his intro, Prosper had spoken about how important women and women’s involvement in the meeting and the process were.   There were several women represented (not to mention hordes of curious adorable children).  One man said, “look, here are our women, please take a picture of them to take home to show people how we live”.  So we did, then Prosper got Wes into the picture.  It was nice.

Someone started talking about farming and Wes started riffing on the value of hard work, “Do you want to work hard?  Do you want to work together?  Do you want to farm?”  Ledoc whispered to me “He’s going to be mayor of this place”.  This was a low point for me, actually, Bob and I were sharing panicked looks and even Ledoc was voicing his concerns.  A villager brought out 2 hoes and threw them on the ground and he and Wes picked them up and started to show how they can do hard work.

 This is a WAY WAY WAY fookin’ bigger problem than we can touch.  Only in the most peripheral ways can we even get close to this one.  Micro finance – that’s about it.  We can’t help them rent land, we can’t bring them fertilizer, we can’t, well, do much of anything about farming.  I jumped up and started throwing (metaphorical) cold water around, cooling down the crowd, mealy-mouthing Wes’s excitement, and I think no real damage was done.

I won’t go much further here, Bob took pretty extensive notes.  Some big items: Water, electricity, microfinance, farming, education.  (jumping ahead – the 3 of us debriefed a bit after and agreed that 1) there may be a good role for GCJ to use a community center as the heart of an investment that we commit to and then raise funds towards other pieces.  My biggest concern there is to start spec’ing these ideas out so we can really know if we can do any of them)

(Also – one thing they said was, “$600 would send 10 kids to driving school and then they could get jobs” to which both Wes and I thought, “Damn, I could do that right now” so we may do that also)

Then we started touring the community.  We looked in the house of a haggard old woman and I felt like a bastard, stomping around in my big fat American boots taking pictures of her devastation.  We looked at the “ditch water” that has been what people have been drinking since before the water came from Regideso and it actually looked more like a small stream than the putrid irrigation ditch I’d expected.  We crossed the stream on a rickety bridge (Prosper says, “Another small project is we need to replace this with a bigger, stronger bridge” and I’m thinking, Ka-ching, here’s another project I could just DO.)

We looked at a church construction that was awaiting funding for the next step.  It actually looked pretty grand compared to everything else around.

We saw houses, we saw goats.  We saw some houses that are being started and built right now (are these the 10×10?  I’m really just not sure.  I hope Wes knows, I hope Wes got what he needs from that.)

We saw another water tap.  It’s not functioning yet, and it turns out they just don’t have the taps for it yet,  just the taps, the faucets.  “WTF!?!?” thinks me, “how much can that cost!?!?!”  and I asked Prosper, can we just go to the local equivalent of a hardware store and BUY SOME DAMNED FAUCETS?” and he was ahead of me on it, giving the chief of Carama $30 to just do it.  There’s something quite broken communication-wise here – how long were they going to wait until Regideso got around to it?

More house building, more chatting.  I chatted with 2 pygmy (I think) brothers (they came up to my shoulder) who spoke surprisingly good English.

Oh have I neglected to talk about the kids?  How could I do that?  We were surrounded by kids at every step.  Every one of the little darlin’s a terrorist, the one universal kid greeting, the one that sends them into laughter and smiles is a good old fashioned terrorist fist bump.  Even better the thumbs up fist bump, or a fist bump where you say “Cha!”

And that kinda broke my heart a little bit, ok, more than a bit, thinking how many of these adorable little rugrats won’t see puberty.

Christ, I feel so overdone, so hyper compressed, so strung out.  This is hard work.  This is hard.

But nothing like a passel of kids to lift your heart, I almost got left behind fist bumping and poking bellies with my finger.  One bold little guy in a ragged red shirt had learned a few words of English “Hello, teacher!”  “Hello, Class!” and we even got “What’s your name?”  (He’s Claude, btw).  A surprising number of kids had a smattering of English, and lots of kids had French.

Ok, that’s all I got, really.  All that matters.  All that matters for now.

July 14, 2008/by Susan Partnow
Burundi

Planning team off to Burundi!

GCJ Burundi Project Director Brock Blatter leaves next week along with delegates Bob Flax and Wes Herbert, for a two week sojourn to Burundi.  Joining with our Burundi Host, Prosper Ndbashuriye, they will spend their time in Carama helping to build homes and latrines, getting to know the community, getting the full update on the situation with water there, and learning about their needs.  They’ll return home with their first hand reports and understanding to help us plan an extraordinary Journey for next summer’s delegates.  Watch this blog for updates!

June 21, 2008/by Susan Partnow
Nigeria

Come hear Joel’s detention June 1 on Whidbey I

A Giraffe Hero returns from the Niger Delta:

A conversation with Giraffe Joel Bisina and an African celebration

 

Sunday evening, June 1

Whidbey Island – Langley United Methodist Church Fellowship Hall

7:00 – 9:30 pm

                                      

As you may know, the Sweet Crude documentary film crew was imprisoned for a week in mid-April by Nigerian authorities. Joel Bisina, my husband, was one of those detained. While the American detainees returned to the US right away, Joel has just returned to his home on Whidbey Island after this difficult and dangerous experience.

 

The Langley-based nonprofit Giraffe Heroes Project (www.giraffe.org) is hosting this event to give the community an opportunity to welcome Joel back and learn more about how he has been “sticking his neck out” for the common good.

 

Joel was commended as a Giraffe Hero in 2004 for his courageous and passionate commitment to improving the social, economic and environmental plight of the Niger Delta’s people, a plight caused by 50 years of drilling for oil and the government’s failure to include the resident community in the resulting profits. To learn more of Joel’s story, check out http://www.giraffe.org/hero_Joel.html.

 

The first half of the June 1 event will include a short cut of the documentary, a discussion about the recent events in the delta, and a dialogue between Joel and Giraffe President John Graham, who was previously a US diplomat for African Affairs during the Carter administration.

 

Then the celebration – we’ll enjoy social time, with African music played by local Island musicians (dancing optional!). Light refreshments will be served. Suggested donation is $5.

 

Please come join us for a fun and inspiring event.

 

Mary Ella

p.s – If you’re coming from Seattle, the event is just a 15 min drive after you take the Mukilteo-Clinton ferry, in downtown Langley at 301 Anthes.

May 26, 2008/by Susan Partnow
News, Nigeria

Sweet Crude team safely home after detention

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April 23, 2008/by Jessie
Burundi

News flash: delegation moved to summer 2009

As we have investigated the challenges for bringing clean water to Carama, we have learned how much is called for to work wisely and carefully in partnership with community.  We have decided it best for a small ‘away team’ to go this summer of 2008 to help lay the ground work to develop a Water and Sanitation Plan with the community of Carama, as well as to initiate planning for Town Hall meetings.  Then, next summer, we will bring a full delegation over.  So for those of you who wanted to join us but couldn’t do so this year…  Join us!

April 10, 2008/by Susan Partnow
Blogs, Burundi

Still accepting applications… get yours in soon!

YES! We are still accepting applications and have a number of openings — so please get yours in and spread the word to others who might be interested. We’d especially like the delegation to include some with interest and knowledge about — water systems for a small community, post traumatic stress and healing, teachers, etc.

We hope to have all delegates live in the Puget Sound area, since that allows for maximal team building, preparation, and mutual support before and after the Journey. We have had a number of requests from out of towners, and have devised the following criteria: we are open to consider delegates from out of the area if they are willing to commit to coming to Seattle for a weekend training/team building before the Journey — and a weekend debrief/sharing after the Journey. We also ask that they find at least one or more other delegate to join with them from their community, so they will not be isolated.

We are watching the situation in Kenya closely — and are considering flying to Bujumbura via Addis Ababa instead of Nairoba. We have found this route is considerably less expensive and then keeps us out of what may continue to be a volatile situation.

We have just updated the application so be sure to use the version dated 3/12/08

February 2, 2008/by Susan Partnow
Nigeria

Slide show on life in Lagos

There is a new Nigerian slide show up on the site of The Common Language Project with photos and captions that give a glimpse into life in Lagos. While you’re at the site, take a look at the many fascinating stories, audio pieces and slide shows. The young people who have created this independent media project dedicated to humane journalism provide provocative and inspiring stories, with insights vital to global citizens and a mission akin to Global Citizen Journey. As they describe themselves:

“The Common Language Project reports news from around the world about groups and individuals working outside of the mainstream, with a specific focus on stigmatized regions and peoples underrepresented in the traditional media. Our coverage is focused on issues of human rights, gender equality, social and economic justice, education, labor, and health We believe that the best stories are told from the bottom up, not the top down, and seek out people working on the ground and those directly affected by the issues, not bureaucrats and politicians, as our primary sources.”

They will be traveling to Ethiopia and Kenya this Spring, when their reporting will focus on water in East Africa. Special note: One of the CLP founders is Jessica Partnow, daughter of GCJ founder Susan Partnow. Look for her 5 part audio series on the Duwamish River in Seattle, aired this fall by NPR.

December 27, 2007/by Susan Partnow
Nigeria

Welcome to the Nigeria Blog!

It’s hard to believe that it’s been two years since 40 Global Citizen Journey delegates gathered in the Niger Delta: 19 from the Puget Sound Area and 21 from around Nigeria.

We are welcoming you to this blog so that we can share news, help keep our Nigerian relationships connected and alive — and expand our understanding of Nigeria.

It is thrilling to see the legacy of the journey grow. US delegate Ryan has made five return trips. The film Sweet Crude is nearing completion. The library has new computers, air conditioning, and a generator — and a v-sat which you’ll see in the photo, which now brings the internet to the remote village of Oporoza! Stay tuned for a blog entry on the microlending project.

nigeria library

December 17, 2007/by Susan Partnow
Burundi

New Burundi Blog! Apply now to join the delegation

This is the new blog for the Burundi journey!  Stay tuned for developments.  We are currently reviewing applications and still have slots available — so be sure to get your completed application in as soon as possible.  We are especially hoping to add some delegates with background in civil engineering, water, agriculture and PTSD/healing & reconciliation – among others.  Please help spread the word.

December 17, 2007/by Susan Partnow
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