Crème Cassia*

I could waste a bunch of time explaining why I haven’t updated in a while and apologizing and all that… M buŋ, I refuse. I was busy / lazy / who cares. Here’s a fun thing that happened recently.

Mandinkas go patriotic

The 4th of July means party times in Kédougou. Lots of good food (said first because I and a new volunteer were in charge of it), a “4k” run with the community and volunteers, friends coming down from all over the country, and of course Fireworks (thanks to volunteers around Dakar). The fireworks this year included something akin to the “Saturn Missile” and on the bigger end, for those in the know, more on par with the Fisk fireworks of my childhood.

If all that wasn’t enough of a scene most people also dressed up to a certain extent. Kédougou region volunteers tried to stick to a trailer park theme since the hotel of choice in Gou was closed for repairs. The goal was mesh tank tops and jean shorts, the market was tricky to work with, but we managed. My favorites though had to be the Kolda girls as the patriotic Disney princesses. It’s amazing what you can get a Senegalese tailor to do.

Once the festivities were over I found myself helping out with a Neem Lotion Tourney, which did not allow me time to head back to my village first. I wound up spending a couple extra days in Kédougou (It has come to my attention that I might not have provided pronunciation: Kay-Do-Gu) working on things for Summer Camp. In fact it was a surprise camp meeting the day I planed to leave that sent me into a state of confusion that caused me to stay an extra night in Gou (short for Kédougou). The next morning, after a farewell smoothly, I caught a car to Saraya (Sar-ee-uh / Sa-rye-ah depending on who you want to make fun of, I tend to stick with the former). The change in departure for me wound up convincing another volunteer, Kate, to join in on the tourney; which, by the way, was headed by Leah (the one and only, part of the Mandinka Trio of yore). After lunch at Kate’s place we hopped on out bikes and met up with Leah and Ian at his village, Missira Dantila, for a neem lotion (Crème Cassia) demonstration:

“Do you all know the Palu?" (Malaria is Paludisme in French)
“Yeah! You get all hot, and your body gets all sore. You get very sick, it’s not good.”
“Can you do any work?”
“No!”
“So your men can’t farm, women can’t cook, and your children can’t go to school. It’s not good.”
“It’s not good a lot.”
“So how do you get it?”
“When the rains come, and the mosquitoes come and one with malaria bites you.”
“Right, so how can you prevent it?”
“Sleep under a mosquito net!” (Mosquito nets have been drilled into people for years as THE way to end Malaria).
“But what about before you go to bed? During dinner and while you are sitting and chatting, do mosquitoes bite you then?”
“Yeah! It’s not good, we can still get Malaria… in fact that kid has it right now.” (For now the government provides free malaria meds; I wouldn’t worry about her, she was getting treatment and didn't look bad enough to be worried.)
“Well here’s how you can make your very own mosquito medicine:”

One of these girls has Malaria...
it's the one in the middle.

1. Boil two handfuls of neem tree leaves until the water turns green.
2. Cut one big bar of soap into the smallest pieces you can into a tub.
3. Strain the leaves out of the green water and add the hot water to the tub of soap pieces.
4. Stir it really really hard until all the soap is gone.
5. Add 100cfa (about a shot glass / tea glass) of oil and stir.
6. Once cooled, apply to skin as a lotion.

The mob moves in on the fence

This is when we hand out samples of the lotion we just demonstrated, which can get tricky, we kind of started a riot in Missira Dantila… Elbows were thrown, free samples stolen, mothers covered in green foam… My personal favorite though was the woman who stole the bucket with about half of the sample in it and proceded to run through a hut and climb over a fence to get away from the mob. Once there she tried to vend the samples to other women from the opposite side of the fence. Her plan worked well until some of the other women realized they also could climb the fence and get to the bucket directly.  This wound up being a good opportunity to discuss the marketability of Neem Lotion in the village... once all the lotion was gone and we came out of hiding.

After Missira we spent the next few days doing the demo in other villages. I helped out with Samecouta, Nafadji, Baitilai, Faraba, and Kondokho. There was a plan to do it in my village, Khossanto, as well; God did not agree and after waiting all afternoon for a car to take us there we headed back to Kédougou. I had wanted to just bike the remainder of the way back to Khossanto by myself, but once again camp issues came up and I found myself needing to return to Gou.

On a more permanent scale, in each village we did a demo we also left our tag - A spray paint stencil of how to make Neem lotion in 6 easy steps (see picture from earlier with Malaria girl). Four colors to each step, it’s pretty ingenious in my opinion… idea by Kellen, execution by Sully, fun for all ages.

Because it's been a while... Baby in a tux!