the secret life of bees: benin

i would like to first mention that i have always been a huge wimp when it comes to bees.  like, the really annoying girl who ran around in circles like a fool screaming when one was on the other side of the room.  ok so here is a much shortened version of my first bee-keeping experience.

ok so to get started me and teh awesome/crazy Bariba woman got a bunch of branches to make a big fire.  i wasn't really sure why we were doing this, but ive kind of just learned to ask questions later.   

so here's the battleground. pretty ghetto.

weapons of choice... manually operated smokers powered by flaming cow dung.  inspires a lot of confidence, no?  but at least you know you can trust the high quality protective gear they have here. hah.

the team.  flattering ensembles, no?  the woman on the right forgot her gear so she went barefoot.  guess how that worked out for her.

the last picture i have until i escaped.  so in the mean time... imagine utter chaos that apparently some people consider "beekeeping".  the last thing i remember is standing with my back to the fire trying to smoke all the bees off of me, when the other 2 women run back up the hill with a cloud of bees around their heads, screaming: "LISA!!! RUN!!!!!"

pretty accurate depiction of my state of mind at the time.

and life goes on...

peace.  loves her sunglasses.  ive taught her well.

where my neighbor teaches elementary school.

present from some loving chicken.  much better than the usual porchfull of goat droppings i usually wake up to

walkin around the 'bo.  my neighbors didn't want me to show anyone this picture b/c they think it makes our town look ugly since the roads are uneven.  buuut i think that's just what it looks like here and i didn't include any trash piles here, so.... count your blessings, i suppose

making a step towards being a responsible citizen and finally burning my trash.  i was super paranoid i was going to burn the house down... but not yet

harvest time

the week between Christmas and New Years ended up being when the rice was ready to be harvested so many an hour were spent in the fields.

Odette taking me out to check the fields and make sure they were looking ready

dry enough to fall off when hit against a metal barrel = ready to be harvested.
and do it fast before the birds and animals get to it

yes that's a machete in my hand.
and they say im not an environment volunteer.

always put the rice in grain down so it falls into the bucket

team hit the rice on the barrel until it falls off vs. team cut the rice off.  i was elected to the hitting team with Catherine, one of the elders of the groupement (i dont think they trusted me with a large knife).  I particularly loved her dental fabric that day.

some of the women who couldn't come would send their daughters in their places, since the schools were on break anyway.  i still dont understand how this girl was able to wear a sweater in the middle of the day while chopping rice stalks for hours on end.

it's really unfortunate that i didnt get to take a picture of the huge bags of rice being carried away on the back of the moto at the end of every day-- so gratifying.

my life, recently

loving fiona apple's "extraordinary machine" this week, compliments of rooming with Tavor at training:

I haven't been shopping for any new shoes and

I certainly haven't been spreading myself around

I still only travel by foot, and by foot it's a slow climb,

But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so

I can't stop changing all the time

i bought seeds this weekend... so hopefully i will soon have reports of thriving eggplant and basil!  ive never tried any gardening before, so it will be a bit of an adventure.  i cant believe there were no spinach seeds.  why, west africa, why??

So many good shirts can be found at the market.  I think im going to start buying them.

the closest thing i've found to a coffee shop!  instant coffee in a tin bowl, served on a leaf plate.  yay!

i want it

apparently some people dye their chickens pink to confuse the hawks.  i was on the run so i didnt get a good shot of them, but it was pretty confusing

PK

yep.  the name of the village I visited last Saturday is PK.  it was a pretty sweet visit though... you drive out to the middle of nowhere on the highway, take a left, cross over the mountain, and then it just appears.  i was welcomed, per usual, with a bunch of singing and dancing and decided to get a little photo happy.  enjoy!  (i apologize for the organization of the pictures on here... the formatting is being weird and i dont feel like taking the time to fix it)

so. many. children.  the kid to adult ratio is ridiculous

the singing begins

and continues...

then, of course, the dancing starts

i wish you could see their faces
when they look at hte pictures after

these girls were super cute dancing together

                                              

these boys were all about the fast feet

these boys were standing like this for a long time;
male friend physical touch is much more accepted here

                                                     

making lunch... this is how they smash up the yams

i think i laughed out loud when they brought out the cokes.

walking around the village.
two people to a bike is pretty common

i thought this raised garden was pretty cool

i really liked the outfits on these kids

after seeing their picture.
apparently mesh-tank kid is not  impressed

aaand the real reason i was there.
shea butter.  super good for your skin.
used here in cooking as well.

                                              

                                                         watching the transformation process.
                                                         somehow this turns out white

Celebrations

everyone likes to laugh at the white girl trying to keep up

teaching his son to play the drums

amaaazing old guy breakin' it down

drum troops just wander around the festivities


Village-wide celebration in Kemon, 5K from Kilibo.  Photo credits go out to Michael Bolin, my post mate. We spent all day wandering around crashing parties.  Such a good time.

my job is awesome

one of my favorite things to do here is to go to a more remote part of the village and take pictures.  most people, especially the kids, have never had their pictures taken before and they go completely ecstatic.  its an incredible feeling, and helps me to remember the magic in things like cameras.