Nytt kapittel for CFC i 2015

I januar starta andre halvdel av CFC 2015 i fagre Ulsteinvik i Møre og Romsdal. Her ligg Sunnmøre folkehøgskule, som skal vere basen til CFC i løpet av dei nærmaste månadene. 


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Dersom du vil lese om hva man gjør som CFC-deltaker når man er ute og reiser på høsten, så er det beste du kan gjøre å gå innom deltakernes blogger. 


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Pictures from the Stop Poverty safari!

The CFC Stop Poverty tour is over for now, and the CFC participants posted in Kenya have left Ilula. The tour lasted 4 weeks, and we spent a week in each of the following places: Nairobi, Mombasa, Moshi Kilimanjaro region and Ilula. There we’ve been visiting schools and youth groups where we’ve performed the show me made and held workshops on various topics. Hopefully we’ve passed on our message and inspired people to start, or continue, working to stop poverty in their local communities! 

Here are a few photos from the tour. All credit goes to our photographer Betzy Hänninen :) 

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We want 0 poor in 2030! 

Cooking African style!

On Tuesday we did something I was very much looking forward to: cooking! We visited two foster families and prepared lunch there. Emilie and Penina went to one, and Leah and I went to one. The bibi, or the grandmother of the house had been in a a motorcycle accident and had difficulties with doing housework. So our task for the day was to prepare lunch.

First of all we had to pick figili leaves, or radish, from the garden behind the orphanage. Then we left for the foster families, and on the way we stopped to buy some beef from a butcher. We bought that kind of meat I didn’t think I’d let myself eat – the one that hangs in a room that faces the street, all day in the heat. Keywords: fumes, dust, flies. Did I eat the meat? Of course I did. After cleaning it and cooking it properly, of course. 

Here are a few pictures of what we did:

We had to “screen” the rice for sand. I’d never done this before.. 

We had to “screen” the rice for sand. I’d never done this before.. 

This little boy, Fineas, hung around me the whole time I was cooking. Now we were waiting patiently for the rice to cook over the fire.

This little boy, Fineas, hung around me the whole time I was cooking. Now we were waiting patiently for the rice to cook over the fire.

This is a picture of the fire while we we’re cooking our veggies.

This is a picture of the fire while we we’re cooking our veggies.

It took more than three hours to prepare lunch! I’m gonna hug my stove when I get home. 

- Francesca

You are your brothers keeper

Nå her det snart gått en uke siden vi kom hit til Kisumu og vi begynner å komme inn i den daglige rytmen til folket her. Vi bor hos en hyggelig vertsfamilie i en landsby som ligger omtrent ti minutter fra Kisumu by. Familien består av mamma, pappa, tre barn, en jente på seks og en på ni og en gutt på tretten (han på tretten går på internatskole så han har vi så vidt møtt), tante, og to stykk som jobber her pluss flere som kommer og går litt. Både slekt og venner går under det samme begrepet «familie».

«You are your brothers keeper» noe vi ofte hører.Nå etter terrorangrepet på Westgate Shopping Mall har dette blitt noe som har fått enda sterkere betydning for kenyanerne. Vi ser dem donere penger, rent vann, mat og blod for å sammen klare å reise nasjonen igjen etter den traumatiske hendelsen. Heldig vis var det mange som ble reddet og kom seg gjennom med livet i behold, men det var også mange som gikk tapt. I dag har det vært minnestund for alle som ble drept under angrepet. Jeg vil be alle dere der ute om å sende en ekstra tanke og bønn rettet mot de som har mistet sine kjære under terroraksjonen på Westgete Shopping Mall 21.-23. september og også for Kenya. De trenger all den styrken de kan få i tiden fremover.

 

 

How is it like to live on the countryside in Tanzania?

I think it’s time for me to answer the questions people have been asking me since I arrived in Africa. I’ve been mainly asked about how whether I’m living comfortably and how the standards are. So far I’ve been a little bit of everywhere, so the standards have varied vastly. For instance, at Brackenhurst, which is just as much a hotel as a conference center, we had hot water and could choose between lamb and beef at dinner. At the YWCA hostel in Dar-es-Salaam, however, we had to share dirty washrooms with many strangers and got two slices of white bread for breakfast. Hence, the living standard depends on where we are.

Now that I’m at Ilula, my base, I can share how it is like here. Ilula is on the countryside, and it takes an 8 hour bus drive from Dar-es-Salaam to get here. A single paved road cuts through the area, and houses and shacks are scattered along it, some near, and some far from the road.

We’re served good food here at IOP. The diet mainly consists of rice, pasta, and ugali (cornstarch mixed with water), vegetables and sometimes we get some meat. Sometimes Emilie and I treat ourselves with mango juice, peanut butter and bananas from the market. 

There is a dress code here in the village. Women can’t expose much skin, and we can’t wear clothes that are transparent or tight. We must wear clothes that cover our shoulders and wear pants or skirts that cut at the knee at the shortest. Not the coolest thing in the world because of the heat, but we’re getting used to it.

The showers and toilets are shared, and yes, the toilets here are holes in the ground. We shower in cold water and wash our clothes by hand. Showering in cold water is more than fine for me, because it’s extremely refreshing after one has walked around in the heat here.

Most of the time we don’t have running water, and sometimes we don’t have electricity. Therefore we take care of all the bottles water we get and use our flashlights when we have to. If we need water to wash our clothes when there’s no water, we fetch some from the well with a bucket that has a rope tied to it.

While writing this, I realize how different it is to live here compared to Norway. I’ve been aware of this the whole time, of course, but it becomes so much clearer once I write it. I must add that adapting hasn’t been a problem. Many things are uncomfortable, but it doesn’t take much time before one gets used to them. In other words, I don’t walk around dwelling on how deprived we are of the luxuries we have in Norway. Everything here just feels normal now. For instance, I’m so incredibly used to washing my clothes and towel by hand that I just do it automatically. It’s certainly not my favorite thing to do in the world, but it’s OK! Although many things are uncomfortable, we have everything we need, and we’re safe :)

Oh, and the only reason I’m able to post this is because we have taken a 1 hour bus drive from Ilula to Iringa, where they have internet cafes.

- Francesca