Winding down...

I haven’t written in my blog for aaaages. As I start to wind down things are pretty hectic but not all that interesting! Developments have been both good and bad as I finish up. On the good side the library is looking great. We received a couple of good grants and we have a fine core book collection now. The library is properly furnished and it really feels like a childrens’ reading area. In addition, our training for the library staff of local schools went really well. It was a lot more practical than the previous workshop and I think that helped in getting the message across. For instance, we made 8 small booklets for each participant and it was these booklets that they accessioned, catalogued and classified. It helped folks to link the training to what they need to do back in their libraries. The second training days were even more fun – we practiced using atlases, dictionaries and encyclopedias and in the afternoon we made posters for our libraries using information from library books. So that felt like a very positive (if exhausting) week!
On the not so good side – replacing myself has become a problem. And obviously that is a big problem. The way VSO works is that each volunteer should have a counterpart, someone who they work with who will take their place when they leave. Ive never had a proper (qualified) counterpart as my organisation couldn’t afford to pay another salary. It wasn’t a huge problem in the beginning as my role is essentially different from that of the librarian who will take over from me. I was setting up a library – sourcing for funds, meeting suppliers, dealing with a budget, training etc. My replacement will be running a library – maintaining the stock and building, adding to the collection occasionally, maintaining a good atmosphere, helping students etc. So late last summer things started to come together – two students of library science came to us on work experience. Both were lovely but one was particularly hard working and enthusiastic. I discussed it with my boss and we agreed that she should take my place when she graduates this summer. However, several months later I was informed that she wouldn’t be able to take up the position for 18 months cos of the compulsory youth service year students complete after graduation. My old communication problems came back to haunt me – I cant believe no one thought to mention it in our many discussions. So with 4 months before I went home I was back to the drawing board. I approached another school librarian – again someone whom I had worked with on staff training. He was enthusiastic and hardworking and had good support from the library community. He had some issues with the placement and we worked on solving them over the following couple of months (infact I would swear I did solve them) but just a fortnight ago he rejected the job offer… disaster. So Im currently hoping that third times a charm. This time we are going through the recruitment process in the Nigerian manner – I have made a suggestion for the only other person I think can do the position justice and I have asked the centre to request her to be transferred. That is how things work in the Nigerian civil service – you report to whichever school you are assigned to and you can be transferred at the drop of a hat. (I know I sound harsh – but infact if she doesn’t want to move we wont follow through. But this is a promotion so Im hoping she will..)
So there are my recent successes and failures. I really hope I will have better news soon. Please send your prayers, karma, happy thoughts and all that good stuff my way :-)

Waste not...

I love reading about various Western city’s plans to deal with traffic congestion. Trying to encourage car pooling among a very resistant population. These problems don’t occur in Nigeria – if theres one thing you never want to waste it is car space. You never travel with fewer than 7 adults in a regular car (children up to the age of 7 or 8 don’t count, neither do animals). At the weekend I travelled in a minibus – there were 6 jerry cans of various oils and fuels, 2 large suitcases, a ghana bag that could easily accommodate a grown man, a sack of yams and 3 sacks of various other vegetables, 3 smaller suitcases and 2 rucksacks. The various laptops and handbags were squished up front with the passengers.
Or just look at this car – transporting firewood and plantain. No silly bureaucratic car pooling laws necessary in Nigeria.

Calabar...

Last week I took some holidays to join some friends on a trip in the south of Nigeria. Calabar is an old colonial town and one of the most popular tourist destinations in the country. So I travelled to Abuja on Monday evening in order to start by 6am on Tuesday morning. Our ‘luxury bus’ (i.e. air conditioning, a seat each & a driver with a will to live) took 9.5 hours to reach Calabar. There I joined Helen, Julia and Edel who had just spent their Easter break in Ghana, and we stayed with another volunteer Yikii for 3 days. Theres plenty to see in Calabar – probably the best Niaja museum (although light went after 20 minutes so we only saw the small section with natural light); and the monkey sanctuary at Pandrillus where they take care of endangered drill monkeys and chimpanzees and prepare them to be returned to their natural habitat in the Cross River rainforest. Unfortunately these primates are very endangered and there is still a huge culture of hunting them for food and for sale. The sanctuary is full of rescued animals that have been taken as pets or entertainers. We also took a slow boat to Creek town – a beautiful trip up the almost Amazonian Cross river. It was funny to climb into a boat of Nigerians commuting between home and the city who were undoubtedly wondering what these crazy obiyos could enjoy about their daily journey.
By Friday we left Calabar and headed north. We spent the morning at the spectacular Kwa Falls thanks to a kind friend of Yikii’s who drove us. It was hard to leave that very peaceful place but then we went back to Calabar and chartered a car to take us 4 hours north to a little town by the rainforest. Early the next morning we headed into the rainforest. An hour drive followed by a 40-minute okada ride on a rough dirt road brought us to Afi Mountain before 8am. This is the second part of the Pandrillus monkey sanctuary. After the animals have adjusted to life in the Calabar sanctuary they are brought to live here in their natural habitat. They stay in large enclosures that are surrounded by electric fencing; this helps them to adjust back to life in the rainforest. At present there are 5 groups of drills monkeys and 1 group of chimpanzees at Afi. In the coming year there are plans to release the first group back into the wild. The drill monkeys are a joy to watch but Ive got to admit I loved the chimps. My two favourites were Pablo and the mad bad Murphy. Pablo is an elderly chimp who was rescued as traffickers tried to abscond with him to the Far East. By that time he had been in a hot ship container for so long that he suffered a stroke, and the effects of this are still clearly evident today as he limps about. But he was benign and curious and an utter gentleman. The same couldn’t be said for Murphy. Murphy was one of the many chimps rescued from bars in Nigeria; he was a source of entertainment for the customers and frequently tormented by children in the area. He has a good memory and a reputation for throwing stones at people. And he did. He started by lobbing a small stone at us grinning oyibos and then an orange. When that didn’t work he moved onto to a coconut (see wobbly picture as I was in fear of my life); when he came out of the bush with a big branch his effort finally paid off. We ran. But maybe my favourite story of all is of Kingston. He used to be in the chimp enclosure but had to be moved. Apparently one of his preferred pastimes was to go into the bush and find a long log. In the evening when the staff thinned out a bit he figured how to lean the log against the electric fence and climb out. Resulting in mayhem! Seeing these primates in their natural environment was a very special thing. The work done on behalf of these animals is amazing but it is not really supported here. Infact Nigerian zoos are regularly implicated in the hunting and selling of primates to both rich Nigerians and overseas zoos/private collectors. Its an uphill battle for the Pandrillus staff and others like them.
The rest of our stay in the rainforest was brilliant. Our cabins were hidden away in the trees. The walls were waste-high wood and then there was clear mossie-netting up to the roof. So you really felt like you were sleeping out. Infact if you lean back in your bed you could watch the stars. The bush shower was also a wonderful experience – out in the open with a bucket of warmed water over your head. The Cross River tourist board have built a canopy walkway in the forest that starts at about 14 feet up and climbs to 35 feet in the air. It is a swinging bridge up in the trees – equally spectacular and terrifying J All in all it was a fantastic trip and a great break before I go home. I left the rain in the south and I know it will soon start its journey north so I may see some rain before I finish up.

Feedback...

One of the things that is drilled into us at our training is the importance of m & e (monitoring and evaluation). After every training session we give out questionnaires about how to improve and follow up on the training. They are supposed to gather the thoughts of the participants and use them to improve our work. But I have yet to receive a questionnaire where someone ticked anything other than the best options. Even the comments are copied from one person to the next.
But then, at the end of the day you get the real feedback! My colleagues reluctantly tell me the various snippets of Hausa conversation that happened during the day. Sometimes its practical stuff – like being gently told that there wasn’t a cats chance in hell of people staying after 1pm on a Friday. And then theres the other stuff – people worried that I must be exhausted (well no one turns up on time so Im trying to decide at what point I should just start without them, and then the refreshements still haven’t turned up 10 mins before break time so Im sneaking in phonecalls as they work, and then if you have 20 people classifying little booklets at least two-thirds of them repeatedly want you to reassure them that theyre on the right path, and then trying to convince adults to make posters on large sheets of cardboard paper for the first time is a battle…) So yeah, I am actually exhausted at the end of it all. And alot more insightful than those pesky forms!