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One Last Reflection

Well, every good blog must come to an end, and it looks like this one’s finally reached it.  What follows are my thoughts, as typed while I was still in Kenya.  I didn’t finish writing them while I was still there, so it will just drop off mid-essay, but I think that’s more truthful than wrapping it all up with the benefit of hindsight.  Also, heck, it’s not like I finished DOING what I wanted to do in Kenya, so it’s only fair that I didn’t finish WRITING the last blog post.  This is what Peace Corps experience really was—a jumping-off point, not a totally self-contained experience.  Well, without further ado, here’s my (incomplete) last post:

Well, here I am in the Peace Corps Kenya office in Nairobi.  I’ve finished all my paperwork, I have my plane ticket ready, and this afternoon I’ll head to the airport to leave Kenya, and to leave Africa for the first time in over two years.

Everything has been so rushed at the end that it’s a rare moment when I find myself reflecting, but I suppose just now is such a moment, here in the eye of the storm.  Peace Corps was almost nothing like I expected, but was in some ways perhaps better.  If you’ve followed this blog from the beginning, you know that before I left for Kenya, I was preoccupied with making sure I could run my laptop off of a foldable solar panel I could fit into a backpack.  I wanted to be ready for anything, even the most remote village.  I was pretty proud of myself for getting it to work, but then I almost never used it.  For all the warnings in the Peace Corps brochures about how we probably wouldn’t have power, the reality is that the vast majority do, and those who don’t aren’t usually that far from it.

Water was a bigger problem these two years, but not in a “must hike to the river ten miles away” kind of way.  My home in Mombasa had running water.  It’s just that it only worked a few hours a week, and usually it would come on in the middle of the night.  This in many ways is indicative of urban life in Kenya.  Mombasa had so many things available that, if you were just looking a list, you might be tempted to think it’s no so different from America, but the catch is that it has almost everything, but it’s never where you want or when you need it.  Also, despite the fact that my Internet connection was halfway decent for Kenya, and in my last few months a pizza place opened nearby that offered delivery, I still had a bucket for a bath, a squat toilet, and pesky leeches.  It’s a confusing mixture of worlds.

Being a teacher was extraordinarily rewarding.  I have never before felt such an urge to track down my old teachers to tell them how appreciative I am.  I also learned that teaching, at least teaching in a primary school, isn’t my calling.  I often found myself devising less-than-perfect day-to-day activities for my classes as I fretted about the larger issues in the school, staying up late in the evening designing activities for the computers, or English workbooks for the classes, but those take too much time to be able to have them ready on a daily basis.  Focusing on big problems makes it harder to solve the small ones, and I think that good teachers can focus on each small issue for each small student in a way that I found difficult to handle as a day job.  In the end, I think I made a difference for my students, but I can definitely identify amongst my peers the ones who were naturals at solving the small problems.

I really love Sign Language.  That’s something else I learned here.  I’m not quite fluent—technically I’m “Advanced,” according to yesterday’s exam—but I’ve come a long way from knowing no sign language at all.  It’s extremely practical.  I can have a conversation in a loud bar without straining myself.  I don’t need to roll down the car window to understand what’s being signed on the other side.  And because it’s not a common language, I can have secret conversations with ease.  Discussing how much to pay the taxi driver can be done in complete silence in the back seat.  But Sign Language is only one part of the larger Deaf community.  The Deaf community is hard to explain, exactly, and I dare not try, since I’m still an outsider and it’s a hot topic that would generate undesirable comments, but I just really, really, really, liked the Deaf world, and I‘m glad I got to peek into it.  I want to transition from Kenyan  to American Sign Language when I return, and I hope that desire doesn’t get lost in the shuffle.

Culture is something I struggled with while I was here.  It wasn’t all roses.  In fact, it was mostly not roses.  I lived in Mombasa, a big enough city that around town I was seen as a tourist, except for at the few businesses that I visited regularly.  What happens is that the strangers I actively deal with are usually workers who are trying to overcharge me because I’m white, or they’re local crazies who are drawn to me like flies, or they’re idle young men who shout rude things at me, or do impressions of me by pinching their noses and and parroting what I say in a high voice.  So if I were to judge the culture from a trip around town, I would conclude that people here were pretty awful.  And on bad days, I really believed that.  The people I got to know were the exact opposite, though.  I got to know people who were kind, who had their own ambitions, and who I can really call my friends.  But far more often, I dealt with rude strangers, some of which were pretty aggressive.  This was far from the Peace Corps ideal stereotype, where an entire village would have sang songs and danced every time I turned a corner.  I worry about this part of my experience, because it is so contrary to what people will expect.  I worry that when I share this part with people, I might come across as a bit of a jerk myself, someone who must have just failed to integrate.

And that’s all he wrote!  Kind of a downer at the end, huh?  Well, in re-reading this, I can’t help but want to add a few small things, although everything I have to say now is tainted by the fact that I’m back in America.  Firstly, I miss my students like crazy.  Secondly, I miss my fellow volunteers.  I think I’m almost ready for a visit back to Kenya.

Third, and lastly, I wanted to point out the hard work done by my members of “The Nairobi Project.”  This is a project I’ve referred to periodically throughout this blog, but never really talked about in detail.  Well, now that I’m gone, let it be known!  I was on the team that designed the Kenyan Sign Language standardized tests (the KCPE and KCSE) for the Ministry of Education.  Because of the security around these exams, I couldn’t really discuss them, but I can now say that the exams debuted in November, and went without any show-stopping hitches.  This project is the reason I took so many train rides to Nairobi (in case you noticed that I seemed to be taking too many vacations there).  The exams are still a work in progress, and I hope that the team members know what a positive impact they’re having by working on and improving these exams.  I am flattered to have been invited and to have seen my work distributed to the students, especially in the DVD-based KCSE high school graduation exam.  Thanks to all of you, and to the Peace Corps for bending the rules just a little to allow me to work on that project.

Well, now I’m off to see where I can apply my momentum now that I’m back in the States.  See you on my next blog!

-Paul

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  • Paul- i finally read your final blog tonight after being a little down over the fact that I miss my young-uns in Cali. Your final reflections caused me to feel more assured that the outcome was a positive one. I’ll never forget how your entire demeanor changed the day Elise and I watched you teach the first class of the semester. You were so animated and happy – you were loving what you were doing. Keep loving what you’re doing PLEASE. If you’re not passionate about it, let it go Jambo

  • Paul Your reflections have caused me to feel more assured that your experience there was mostly positive. If I could only pass along one thing it’s this: follow your passions – if you’re not passionate about something you’re doing, let it go. I’ll never forget how animated and happy you were “talking” to your deaf students. It makes ME happy thinking about it even now. Hope you have many more experiences like that one. Love

  • Oh, oh – typed this twice

  • Hi Paul, Great blog! I’m actually leaving for Kenya May 30th and it’s good to have a blog to reference for my many questions. I’m more than excited to start my journey. How is it being back? Has it been a difficult transition to readjust to American culture?

  • Nine years I have been to Kenya on a work camp with a group, one month each time and just returned from this one on Tuesday: 1980, 1988, 1990, 1993, 1996, 1999, 2002, 2005, 2008, 2009, 2012 all to same place, Kibwezi, Eastern Province

  • Hello,
    I am a teacher for the Deaf in St. Louis and a new student recently came to my school. He is from Kenya and uses Kenyan Sign Language, KSL.

    I am trying to find someone who can converse with him in KSL (so he doesn’t feel so alone), and help us understand his primary language (so we can build upon that). We can SYPE to help make this happen.

    I know there are huge numbers of Deaf Peace Corps Volunteers (current and returned), and I’m hoping you may know some of these wonderful people. I’m also hoping you can put me in touch with them.

    My email is: cahermann@ssd.k12.mo.us or chermann@pkwy.k12.mo.us

    Thank You,
    Cheryl Hermann

  • wonderful reflections – I was in Peace Corps Nepal 1968-70 and now work in Kenya a lot. Building a hospital, doing crazy things with bees. Your experience was nicely told and so much like the black, white, and often gray mixtures of social interaction anywhere on the planet. It’s the small things that count! May you continue to teach, in whatever way!

  • Good Day Paul,

    Sorry to bother you. My name is Ray Blakney and I am a RPCV from Mexico. I am working on a 3rd goal project with the PC regional offices and the main office in DC to try to create an online archive to keep the language training material made all over the world from getting lost. I have created a sub-section on my website with all the information I have been able to get to date (from over the web and sent to me directly by PC staff and PCV’s). I currently have close to 100 languages with ebooks, audios and even some videos.

    The next step for this project is that I am trying to get the world out about this resource so that it can not only be used by PCV’s or those accepted into the Peace Corps, but also so that when people run across material that is not on the site they can send it to me and I can get it up for everybody to use. I was hoping that you could help getting the word out by putting a link on this on your site at:

    http://superkeen.com/peacecorpsweblog/

    so that people know it is there. There should be something there for almost everybody. It is all 100% free to use and share. Here is the page:

    http://www.livelingua.com/peace-corps-language-courses.php

    Thanks for any help you can provide in making this 3rd goal project a success. And if anybody in your group has some old material they can scan or already have in digital form, and want to add to the archive, please don’t hesitate to pass them my email. Thanks and have a great day.

    Ray Blakney
    blakney.ray@gmail.com

Ticket In Hand

So I said it before, but this time it’s far more likely to happen… I’m going to Lamu! I bought the ticket for myself and two other volunteers today.  Tomorrow I’ll be going up by bus, and supposedly at some point we’ll reach a bridge that collapsed during the recent rains, and then we’ll have to wade across the river and than catch another bus on the other side!  I’ve been prepping one of the solar labs’ iBooks so that I can make copies of it for all the 20+ others.  It’s close to done, and as much as I’ve learned setting it up, I look forward to being done.

Next week is exams weeks, meaning the class eight kids will take the KCPEs, and since it’s so easy to cheat using sign language, the test-takers need to be spread out all over the school, so all other classes are closed until the exams are done.  This gives me a pretty long time to get this lab set up without missing a class.  I just hope I don’s lose everything in the river tomorrow…

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Zanzibar!

A group of five of us traveled together to Zanzibar for the week right after the Mombasa CST.  I think the flight was under an hour, although the visa process was slow.  I was annoyed to see that my visa which I got in advance from the Tanzanian Consulate was only good for six months, but the one at the border was good for a year.  Both cost an insane one hundred US dollars.  Here we are at the Mombasa airport walking to our plane:

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We stayed at a hostel on the eastern side of Zanzibar Island in Stone Town, which is like a much more beautiful Mombasa Old Town.  The place was crawling with tourists and their money, and as a result is in better shape than Mombasa.   A nice ocean view, nice restaurants, a semi-authentic nightly fish market/BBQ aimed at tourists, etc.  The town also features really ornamental woodwork, especially on all the doors and doorframes.  Mombasa in general doesn’t have wooden doors, as termites are such a big problem, so that was nice to see.  Zanzibar apparently is known for its spices, so our first tour as tourists: the Zanzibar Spice Tour!  Here we are eating food (with lots of spices in it) at the end of the tour.  

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The tour also took us into a slave cave, where the sultan or someone like that used to keep slaves.  The tour guide spent most of the time talking about a magical talking snake so I’m not sure about the real details.

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In Zanzibar, they use donkeys to pull carts… ingenious!  In Mombasa I see carts just like this all the time, but they’re always pulled by men.

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Zanzibar has matatus much like Mombasa, but additionally it has dalah-dalahs (which I’m probably misspelling), which you can see below.  They’re small lorries with improvised bench seating.

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There were also a lot of bicycles and motor scooters trying to hit us all the time, but no tuk-tuks.  Anyhow, for the second half of the trip we stayed on the west side of the island at a small resort hotel.  Check it out:

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I ate a lot of seafood while in Zanzibar, but now I’m back in Mombasa and Ramadan has started, which I’m considering observing, at least by not eating when the sun is up.  Many of my friends and coworkers here are Muslim, so if nothing else it would be best to be respectful and not gorge myself with giant lunches in restaurants, although from what I hear many of them will be closed anyway.  It will be interesting to see how this affects day-to-day life.

Lastly, I alluded to some possible opportunities for me before the next term starts.  During CST it was recommended that I help out the team who is developing the as-yet-unveiled Kenyan Sign Language (KSL) portion of the giant Kenyan standardized tests (the KCPE and KCSE), which I previously wrote about critically (but diplomatically) here.  If this pans out it would mean a trip or multiple trips to Nairobi,  I am unsure as to exactly what I’ll be doing, maybe just some tech consulting, but it’s right up my alley so I’m excited to be doing anything with it at all!

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  • Paul – Awesome pictures! Looks like you guys had a great time! Really enjoy following your blog! Hope your arm is finally healed!