Saturday, 15 September 2012

The Snake

Every night for the last week or so, there has been a power-cut that has begun at around 6pm and that has lasted for two and a half to three hours.  This is hugely inconvenient.  It gets dark in Rwanda at about 6pm and there is not much to do when it is dark.  My laptop battery only lasts for just over an hour so it never lasts for the duration of the power-cut.

On one particular night, I was amusing myself by spending the time making a version of a story about the jungle in order to display it in a classroom for children to read.  There I was, sat in the dark, surrounded by pens and rice sacks which I had spent considerable time cutting to the required banner shape.  I was pretty pleased with my handiwork and was almost finished.  I had my head torch strapped to my head so that I could see the work I was doing.
I got a feeling that something was touching my foot.  I moved my foot ever so slightly, assuming it was one of the many mosquitoes that take the opportunity of the dark to attack me.  However, it was still there.  I decided to look downwards and pointed the beam in the direction of the irritation.  And there, by my foot, was the rear end of a snake.  I have never been this close to a snake before.

I had no idea what to do.  I could feel a certain amount of panic rise in me.  But something was telling me I had to remain calm and be sensible.  Very carefully I stood up and pushed the chair back and stepped away from the snake.  I glanced around and could see that the majority of the snake had tunnelled under my pile of cut rice sacks.  I had no idea what size it was, but it tried to slither further under when I moved.
There was little else to do.  I needed a man to help.  I went outside to seek the help of Patrick.  I told him what I had seen.  He very quickly grabbed hold of a broom and came in to the room.  I showed him the offending article.  He told me we had to find the head.  I said I would help by removing the sacks.  Now, at this time, I could only see the end of the snake and as far as I could see it was not enormous.  It seemed fairly small in circumference and I had no idea how long it was.

On reflection, I am really quite glad that I did not know the identity of the snake.  Patrick told me it was very dangerous, but I am never sure how much is lost in translation.  When I moved the rice sacks, the snake did dart very quickly away from us.  But it went into a corner.  It was hissing.  Patrick quickly managed to pin it’s head down with the broom handle and tried to hit it with another.  The snake was writhing around and it was hard to pin him down.  I managed to remember I had a hammer and between the two of us, the snake received several blows to the head and was eventually stilled.
Patrick then scooped it up in the bowl I had found and I spent some time mopping the floor where the blood had been spilled.  Further analysis has revealed that the snake was a Black Mamba.  One of the fastest, and deadliest snakes in Africa.  It is easy to see how people die quite easily from a snake bite.  When I think of this, a shiver runs down my spine.  That snake was sat by my foot without me noticing.  Had it bitten me and released venom, I would have had about 20mins to get hold of some anti-venom.  Given that I am 2hrs from the main hospitals in Kigali and am a 10min drive from the local hospital - which may well not have anti-venom - I would have been stuffed.  But I am fine.  I have, however, spent most of my time in the house since this incident looking for snakes.  The good news is, I have not see any more.

Saturday, 8 September 2012

Here's one I made earlier


On the days when I am not in school I am always busy with other aspects of my work.  One of the things I really enjoy, is making new resources which I can then show to teachers in order to give them some ideas of resources they might like to make.  As volunteers we share a lot of ideas and these often help me to think of ways I could adapt them to make something slightly different.  I have turned into a bit of a Mr Trebus and have a room with lots of “stuff” in it that could be used to make resources.  This means that I can show teachers resources which are made out of locally available materials and therefore, the making of materials is sustainable and not based on bringing equipment and material which cannot be quickly, easily and cheaply got hold of here.
The one thing we use most as education volunteers, is the rice sack.  You can do all sorts of things with a rice sack.  First you have to cut it to the required size.  This firstly involves cutting it to open it up.  Usually I chop the full rice sack in two and use it as two large pieces.  This is certainly good for making posters and word walls in classrooms.  However, smaller pieces can be used for making dominoes, flashcards, labels etc.  A whole (uncut) rice sack can also be fashioned into an item of dress up clothing – an outfit for a farmer, nurse, police officer for example.  Or even a skeleton (which you can later encourage students to add labels of bones to).  We try to make sure that the materials are not just didactic and that they can be used as interactively as possible with the students.  I have since made a rice sack map of Rwanda and with it I have a whole heap of flashcards each with a small piece of sticky tape on the back which can be fixed in the correct geographical location – to mark directions, towns, tourism hot spots, landforms etc.  Following a lesson planning session with a teacher who wanted to teach prepositions, I also have a rice sack poster with a plan of a village on it.  There is a small person (whom I like to call Eric) made out of cardboard with sticky tape on his back.  Eric can be moved around the village and the students can be asked to say where he is using the correct prepositions.  They can also do written exercises based on this by stating where certain places are in relation to others.
When not busy cutting up and melting rice sacks, I try to think of other things to do.  Lately I have been keen to make games.  Very few children here have seen board games, so I feel it is only fair to give them some idea of the fun you can have with these!  One rainy afternoon a fellow volunteer helped to make a version of “Twister”.  We did use a rice sack for this – we cut it open so it was a large area and drew around a tablemat to create the circles and then sat for an age colouring in with a crayon.  There was a powercut, so not much else to do.  Then, using a piece of cardboard and some bottle tops and string, we fashioned (well...actually Margaret did a fabulous job of fashioning) a spinner.  This game has now been played in several staffrooms and at training and slowly we are getting the teachers to realise it could be used for teaching colours, parts of the body and generally having a bit of fun (I am yet to discover the translation for “for fun”).
Another game I have made a version of is Scrabble.  You can’t get it here.  So I have made a version of it with a rice sack board and then made letters out of bottle tops.  The tops can either be sprayed white for ease of writing on them, or a piece of masking tape can be used to cover the bottle top before writing on them.  This is an excellent way to help students improve their vocabulary and it involves a little bit of maths.  I have since realised that a greater number of consonants would be required if this game were to be played using ikinyarwanda.
Bottle tops can also be collected and then strung together to make counting strings for younger students.  Keeping them on a string saves having to scrabble around on the floor picking them up from the darkest corners of a classroom when you are finished (you learn from experience).  But, they can also be covered or painted and then have monetary values written on them so that they can be used as money in role play games or in mathematics when children learn about money.
Old cardboard boxes can also be used to cut up and make into a variety of things.  Jen showed me how to make a clock face with movable hands – I remember having one of these as a child – so I have made some and given them to teachers, but have lately had teachers make their own version so that they can use them when they teach their students how to tell the time.  Cardboard pieces and string can be used to make matching games – pictures and words for example.  Pictures down one side of the cardboard and the vocabulary down the other side with a little slit next to each so you can slot the string in to match up the picture and word.  I have also added some for simple maths equations, countries and capital cities...the fun you can have!

Some foodstuff here arrives in lovely old fashioned tin cans. I have porridge for breakfast and this always comes in a tin – as does the milk powder.  These are excellent kept just for storage, but there are other things they can be used for.  Jen has demonstrated to me how they can have a piece of string threaded through their base and then stretched out and strung through a second can.  If the length of string is stretched taut (it needs to be about 5m) and you speak into one can, it is possible for a partner to put their ear against the other end and hear what you say.  A very old fashioned telephone device.  But it does demonstrate how sound waves can travel.
I rarely have them, but I have bought milk in Kigali a couple of times and kept the plastic 2l bottles the milk comes in.  This can be made in to a car of sorts.  The lids of Blueband margarine can be put on a skewer which is pushed through the bottle.  A piece of sting can be put through the cap of the milk bottle to make a pulling device.  This “car” needs a little refinement – I need to make sure the wheels don’t come off their skewer, but it works fairly well.
There are very few children’s story books in Rwanda.  There are currently plans to introduce more reading material, but, in the meantime I have employed my trusty rice sacks.  I have cut them into smaller pieces (and sealed the edges in a candle to melt them and stop them from fraying) and then I have created some versions of popular children’s books.  These are very popular in the schools I have used them and students have already begun to memorise some of the repeated lines.  It’s also been good fun to make the books, but the artwork can take some time (especially if you decide you must do a version of Elmer!).
Because plastic bags are not allowed in Rwanda, shopping is packaged in paper bags.  These are most often plain brown paper bags.  Some of these I use when sending parcels to people, but they can also make very effective hand puppets.  You just need to fold the top over to create a mouth and then decorate as you see fit and hey presto!  I have encouraged teachers to make use of these – especially in Social Studies lessons where they could be people from the local community or they could be used to address some of the difficult discussions that may be had in a lesson on conflict.
 
Now, I’ve always wanted to be a Blue Peter presenter, and a lecturer on my MSc course did once remark after a presentation I did that it was “a bit Blue Peter” (I’m pretty sure he meant professional), so if anyone from the BBC is out there and reading this...what do you think?

Monday, 3 September 2012

One year on

It is startling to realise that I have now completed one year in Rwanda.  At this time last year, this day felt like a very, very long way away.  The time has actually gone so fast.  It doesn’t seem so long ago that I was saying tearful goodbyes at the airport and arrived (very stressed after the journey) in Rwanda.  I remember looking at volunteers who had already been here for a year and being impressed at how they were still here and still smiling.

I can say quite honestly, that doing VSO and coming to Rwanda has been the best thing I ever decided to do.  It has not always been easy, but I think I have been happier in this past year than I can ever remember being.  There are daily challenges, such as lack of water and electricity and life without supermarkets, but there are also daily highlights – like having a conversation with a neighbour, seeing a teacher do something new, haggling at the market or admiring the moon and the stars at night.
I want to remain grateful for the ease of life in a developed country and for the opportunities I have had growing up and living in such a place, but I fear that once I am back in the cut and thrust world, I will soon forget the charms of my less hectic life and stop appreciating the things I have.  So here’s to the next year and whatever it brings.
And, finally, what have I learnt in the last year...?  Life should be pleasurable most of the time; if you are finding it dull and uninspiring, change it – you can steer your life in whichever direction you choose.  Money is not everything; it is entirely possible to live on very little money (but it can be limiting!).  When you are a long way from home, you realise just how important good friends and family really are.  Haggling over the price of fabric at the market or in Fabric Alley and going to visit the lovely, lovely sewing ladies is far more fun than a trip to Monsoon.  Speaking (or attempting to speak) the local language will be hard work but will bring enormous rewards.  Growing your own food is a rewarding and money saving activity.  It also means you can grow things that are not commonly produced in your country of residence.  A carb rich diet will never be good for my figure.  No teabags are ever as good as English teabags.  Fact.  However, Rwandan coffee is superb – buy some.  It is possible to live without a cooker/fridge/microwave/dishwasher/freezer/running water in your kitchen; I can still make scones, cakes and cookies without an oven.  A hot shower is a luxury and you should never forget it.  A bowl of Kellog’s Cornflakes and ice cold milk will always be one of the best meals going.  Never underestimate the versatility of a rice sack.  Life is too short for flat sheets and Blueband margarine.  Equatorial rain showers can make your entire outfit see-through in seconds.  Laugh and smile as much as possible; it’s contagious and makes you feel so much better about stuff.  Always give people a chance; who knows what will happen if you strike up a conversation with a stranger?  Nobody appreciates things which come to them too easily.