Feels like I’m back in Mozambique. I’ve been in India on and off for the past 10
months, and it wasn’t until today that I legitimately felt like I was back in
my/a friend’s village of Moz.
A little back story- I’m doing some volunteer work for an
NGO (*Swades Foundation) in Mumbai that works with over 800 rural villages just south of the
city. I’m helping put together a plan to
help these communities become “Gender Sensitive”. In my mind I’ve come up with many ideas about
lesson plans and community activities and school sessions and conferences,
trainings, girls’ groups…. It wasn’t until today that I actually set foot in a
community and had a better understanding of the people and places I will be
working with.
This morning started by driving almost 5 hours outside of
Mumbai, first driving past slums, giant trash hills, children and adults taking
their morning deuce on the side of the road (literally feet from our car), immense
traffic, honking, and skyscrapers nit which slowly turned to rolling hills and
brown not-as-trash-filled rivers, and finally mountainous, green, lush terrain,
forests, long distances without seeing another car (or person or cow or monkey),
clay huts, and fresh, beautiful, clean, unpolluted air. It is such an incredible change between city
and “country” (or urban and rural), it was a pleasure to watch things change
right before me.
So, around 12:30 we arrived at our destination, a tiny
little village in the middle of nowhere where the NGO was hosting a yearly
showcase of events for the participating villages. Just over 160 people were in attendance,
representing 100 villages from the area.
As we approached from the back of the crowd, several people turned to
see me, which caused a ripple effect, and by the time I reached the front of
the space (of course they had us sitting up front) the entire group had their
eyes on me- all the women on my left and all the men on my right. But props to the woman who was speaking - man
she just kept on going! Thankfully her
topic was captivating (the importance of breastfeeding and proper nutrition for
a mother and child) so soon the attendees went back to nodding and head bobbling.
I couldn’t tell you too much about the actual sessions, as
they were conducted in Marathi, but I’m sure they were informative and well
delivered. At lunch, I sat on the floor
to eat. Men were lined up on either side
and the women along the back side. We
ate rice and some sauce without hands as we attempted to make small talk in the
limited English the few around me possessed.
A cockroach crawled onto the arm of the man next to me, who flung it off
and looked someone concernedly at me. I
laughed, he joked the cockroach had come to meet me, and I replied that was
nice but a risky move as I saw him as extra protein. The few who spoke enough English laughed
at/with me for my attempted humor in a room full of gawking strangers.
At one point, after an expert in vermi-culture (worm
harvesting) finished his demonstration, groups of people came up to take a
picture with me or of me with their phones. After a few moments, all the women,
roughly 80, had crowded around me, smiling and inquisitive. Of course only one out of the 80 spoke
English so it was a bit awkward, but sweet.
After lunch and finishing the sessions, a social worker took
me into the village to see the projects the NGO had implemented. As we started to walk, I noticed the roughly
30 children that had congregated and started following us. They helped show me a latrine that had been
installed, the water reserve tank and how the spouts work (like any other
faucet), and even led me into a house, much to the owners surprise, to show me
the smokeless stove. As I walked, the
kids grabbed at my hands and reached up to touch me, yet when I turned they
would run away laughing and screaming.
Around 5pm we left the event and went for tea and sandwiches
with the entire social work team to discuss final details of the afternoon and
projects. And GET THIS! 2 sandwiches per
person (vada pao) and soft drinks for all 12 of us cost a total of…. 4USD. 4 dollars for 12 people. Yeah.
So, then onwards to the hotel. We
made a stop at the reading center that was being constructed. Then a stop at a home in a tiny little town
where the NGO is thinking about bringing Eco Tourism (rural tourism). They
asked my opinion- would you stay here? OF course!! Bigger than my PC house, giant
kitchen, adorable set up, quaint back yard with a porch and flowers everywhere,
and back up to the house of a local social worker who is just plain
adorable. I felt like it was the PERFECT
PCV house and community. Onward! Final
stop came to drop in on a computers teacher with the NGO, a lovely young, brilliant
girl with a hysterical and likewise brilliant uncle. By this time I’d watched a magnificent sunset
so I couldn’t see their 40achers of land or the immense garden hey had, but
from what I saw it was spectacular.
So, now I’m in the hotel room, watching some random
Bollywood film on a 32+ inch HD TV while I sit on a rock hard bed with stained
sheets and a faulty AC unit, waiting for the fried rice I ordered over an hour
ago. Seriously, besides the fact that I’m
wearing a kurta, I could be back in Moz!!
The erratic driving on horrible, narrow roads, the cows in the road, the
children following me, the picture taking and gawking, the tiny hut houses and beautiful,
quaint communities, the heat, the lack of ability to understand what’s going on
around me, the bugs, the bucket bath I’m about to take, the capulana I will
sleep on (no way I’m touching these sheets!)…. I’m back!!!! And I honestly couldn’t be happier with how
good it feels. No, I’m not living in
this environment, just here to visit.
Maybe that makes it all the sweeter experience.
Oh and get this- I’ve been watching a bad movie for an hour
(apparently) and a warning just came on the screen telling me to please protect
my eyesight. How considerate
J
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Group shot |
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Lunch |
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Me and the health care team(*SwaRakshaMitras- community health workers) |
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So many kids! This is only the ones brave enough to pose for a photo |
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Influential women from multiple communities (*Women from various Self Help Groups) |
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Learning about vermi composting- I love how colorful they dress! |
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More Vermi |
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A smokeless stove- SO important for health reasons! |