I was pretty sick the past couple of days. In Guinean you
develop a “new normal” for what is sick and what is healthy. So while I would
have been alarmed and shocked with what was going in the US, in Guinea, I come
to expect something like this every once in a while. I even had a friend going
through the same thing about 20 hours ahead of me so I could check in and see
what the future had in hold for me. My community was very concerned since they
thought I had malaria. I would not be shocked if a broken wrist was misdiagnosed
as malaria in this country. So I had many visitors. My counterpart (PC assigns
you an official work partner) came three times on Friday and was alarmed that I
was not eating. I promised him that on Saturday I would eat some bread and to
not worry. Well worry he did and he and his wife decided to bring me a meal on
Saturday. They came by around 5 with a plate covering another plate dropped it
off, said hello, and left. I wondered what could be inside. Bread? Bananas?
Plain rice? Maybe bouille (it’s rice or corn or millet pounded into a flour,
reformed into balls and then boiled until it has a stew consistency)? I opened
the plate and what did I find? A whole fish that looked both terrifying and
terrified. Somehow it looked sharp and the mouth was open bearing teeth. The
eye socket, a black abyss. It was on the plate with a huge pile of greasy
potatoes, onions and spices and topped with a huge dollop of mayonnaise. This
is something I would not be able to stomach even if I had not been throwing up.
I threw the lid back on, and once I realized that the smell would not make me
sick, I had to laugh at the situation. It was incredibly sweet of them to
prepare me such a feast, but another case of culture clash. As I was told many
times, in Guinea if you don’t keep eating hearty meals while your sick you will
never recover and never get your strength back, where as in the US we look at
the stomach flu as a reason to eat nothing but broth and saltines. Anyway, I’m
much better now and was able to sneak the food to my cat and neighbors without
anyone knowing so at least somebody ate like a king.
This blog will chronicle my experiences as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Guinea.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
~Mark Twain
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