This has been my first internet access since I got to the villages so forgive my infrequent blogging and the typing errors I am bound to make on this french keyboard. Bereba has been amazing so far. Once again it is an experience that I have a hard time articualating as of yet but when I get back to Ouaga I will have more time to write.
Right now I can hear the Moezzin sp? screaming the friday call to prayer from a nearby mosque which is a sound that no longer phases me. I really love this country so much. I have now studied its history, its cultures, economy and languages. I know its problems and the pain the Burkinabe feel because of them. But the seemingly hopelessness of their problems now pains me as well. Living in Bereba has thought me my own insignificance in the face of these problems but it has also shown me the impact that anyone can make through solidarity and understanding. By pumping my own water, by learning their language, songs and dances, by helping with the cotton harvest I can at least come away knowing more with the intention to return engraved in me. The issues are so deep seeded. Cotton, land, credit, education and the list goes on. Aid money rarely makes it as far as a village like Bereba and there is corruption even on the local level.
I will be back in Ouagadougou in a little over a week. I cant wait to have time to write about the incredible experience I have been living in the village.
Baraka!
Merry
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