VSO in Nigeria
on Caroline in Nigeria (Nigeria), 31/Oct/2011 11:02, 34 days ago
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Being a VSO in Nigeria is a Lonely Self-reliantScared ExcitedFrustrated PatientNo electricity Romantic candlesNo running water Friendly neighbours with jerry cansLong tiring bumpy journeys Warm welcome in rural schoolson potholed roads Children cheering round the van Walking down narrow slippy Greeted everywhere. Offered astreets, falling in ditches handkerchief for a grazed knee and a lift No supermarkets Haggling for fresh fruit and vegetablesNo Fashion shops Bright fabric made to your design by clever tailors Strange language Delight and encouragement of the locals when you say a simple phrase Mozzie bites Safe from all creepy crawlies under the net Long hours preparing training Children’s faces smiling, playing spelling gamesNigerian people:Children in our street,‘Auntie Caroline! Auntie Caroline! Just hold my hand!’The waving, the smiling,The drivers who take me to amazing places and keep me safe,The State team who always ask about my family,Funmi, who makes me laugh and invited me to his house,The babies and children in the orphanage who want a hug more than any toys I take,Buki, the young girl, who teaches me a new phrase of Yoruba every week,Uzzar, my neighbour, who talks to me and gets me good deals,Gbenga, who checks we have Neppa,Taybah who gives us an extra egg,Our guards who look after us without a grumble,Ayo who got my watch fixedThe people in the office who always greet-Sharing food with them,‘washing’ new items,The teachers who only need a word of praise to beam with delight,The pupils in the dark dismal rooms smiling as I shake their hand,Singing, dancing, praying, laughing that touches the soul.