6 September 2007

Nataša's Sierra Leone Adventure – A Bonus Part 17 - Deleted Scenes




As an epilogue to my first Sierra Leone Adventure I am offering a bonus blog with some deleted scenes and parts from my posts, which may be interesting in itself, but didn't fit into my previous small stories.


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A Bucket of Water and a Big Screen TV

While I was in Sierra Leone two things marked my stay: a bad shortage of water and FIFA world cup 2006. Especially in Freetown the shortage was the worst. I got one bucket a day, and that had to do for the shower and everything else. I became very rational with it, wanting to take more than one shower a day. If I asked for more water I got it, but thought it was not fair to use too much. They told me the water dam was too small for the enlarging population of Freetown, and the rain was also scarce, even though the rainy season had already come. You definitely learn to respect all the privileges which are so matter-of-fact back home. I couldn't help wondering though, if the water shortage affected swimming pool regime in fancy hotels as well.

My first day in Freetown was also the day of the FIFA 2006 football match between Ghana and Brazil. Everyone, including me, were eagerly awaiting it, Ghana being the last African team still in the game. There were different venues in town, where for a small fee you could watch the game. The place, where we had a drink with Mohamed in the afternoon, was one of the more popular watching venues. While we were sitting there at midday as the only guests, they were getting ready for the evening match, arranging the plastic chairs and wooden benches in front of a huge projected screen. I decided to watch it in the hostel living room together with around fifteen other male spectators. They turned on the generator in the middle of the day just for the match. I wondered, where were the women, didn't they watch football too? It's a lot of fun. Unfortunately that time Black Stars lost. They played really well, but didn't use their chances. I was really sorry about that, we all were, some men got quite agitated and angry with the referee, shouted at the TV, but in Krio, and I didn't understand much, other resignedly waved their heads, some were ice cool. I saw the rest of the matches in different places all over Sierra Leone. One at the UNHCR compound on a big screen TV in Zimmi, with my night guard, caretaker and a mineral trader, and some other workers from there. Some at my hotel rooms, tried to get a hotel with a TV, when there was a game. In Kenema two boys were fixing my TV half of the match and then realised the cable was bad. The final FIFA match Italy-France I saw in one of the public viewing places in Port Loko. The spectators supported both teams, but we were all happy with the game, the money was not lost on that one. The choice of that venue was a perfect ending for my FIFA 2006 spectatorship trip.


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Living Conditions in Freetown

It is like there are two parallel lives. Quite a lot of poverty, people don't have enough water and electricity on one side, and on the other there are residential quarters and hotels with swimming pools, and non-stop running generators, providing permanent electricity. Even if you look on the street, you will either see side by side run down public transportation called poda podas and old taxis, or big 4WD cars which belong to wealthy NGOs, or are privately owned. There is a huge discrepancy between the two ways of life, right next to each other, and not much in between through my outside observation. I have not seen it like that, in this stark contrast, in other African countries I visited.


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Sierra Leonean Literature

I just wanted to suggest a couple of things concerning Sierra Leonean literature. I am not going to mention here the many books written about Sierra Leone by expats, journalists, anthropologists, or volunteers, as these would, I guess, deserve another blog.
Aminatta Forna's first novel Ancestor Stones came out last year, after her much acclaimed The Devil that Danced on the Water). I bought it fresh from the shelves at the Gatwick airport on my way from Salone. This generational epic is moving and gentle, and courageous, great style with some superb metaphors. A good read also for those who are just interested in Sierra Leone, it's set in SL, a lot of historical background as well, written mainly through women's perspective.

The recently published and much acclaimed Ishamel Beah's Long Way Gone Home is a moving account of being a child soldier, which seems to be a must read for every Sierra Leonean, and hopefully it will be available to the many readers in Sierra Leone at some point in the near future. Delia Jarrett-Macauley, a British author of Sierra Leonean origin also deals in her first novel Moses, Citizen and Me with the issue of child soldiers and the effects of Sierra Leonean civil war on individuals, such as were her heros and heroines in the novel.

There are also books published in Sierra Leone, which need to be promoted, I don't think you can buy them out of the country. There is a Sierra Leonean Writers' Series, I found the books at Sam King's on Gloucester Road, they brought them from somewhere in the back room after enquiry. I think you can also get them at Fourah Bay College. I bought two books of poetry, one by Samuel Hinton, The Road to Kenema, and another one by S.U. Kamarrah, Singing in Exile. There was yet another one, by Abdul B. Kamara, Unknown Destiantion, an account by a Sierra Leonean living and studying in Germany, China and the US.

The street sellers widely sell Fishing in Rivers of Sierra Leone: Oral Literature, a title that doesn't at first make you think it's a book of folk tales. It is a really nice thick ethnographic kind of book, with a lot of stories and legends, and some pictures, published by People's Educational Association of Sierra Leone. I thought I was going home without it, and then bought it on the ferry back to Lungi airport, with my last thousand leone banknotes. It is worth bargaining hard, but you don't want to miss it.

You should of course put on the list the most known Sierra Leoenan writer and poet Syl Cheney-Coker as well, but I couldn't find any of his books in Sierra Leone, maybe I wasn't looking hard enough.

Many other books about history and geography of Sierra Leone you can find on the stalls in Freetown or not earlier on the ferry on the way to Lungi, if you are heading back oveseas.


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Being a Woman Traveler

I you are a woman traveller, don't have any bad feelings about travelling around Sierra Leone. You will be perfectly safe. Interestingly though, through my travelling experience I could say, that African men in former English colonial countries are usually more polite and formal in courting, than let's say for example in some Francophone African countries, where they may be more persistent.
In Accra for example, someone on the street would approach me and ask me for my name and where I came from. Answering that, he would, with no beating around the bush, openly and directly express his love, and immediately propose marriage. When I just as directly declined the proposal, the matter was settled, and we could go on being friends, discuss other interesting matters, I could accept invitation to visit his home, no problem, had lunch with him and his sometimes extended family, and everything was fine, it was just pure and cordial hospitality. It was all as straightforword as that.

In Freetown it was a bit similar. The men would ask about your name and country, and they would talk to you, they would not however express their love that openly, the courting was a bit more sophisticated, but nevertheless quite obvious. You will hear a lot of compliments, accept them with pleasure. Don't give your cell phone number, if you don't want to be called. But men mostly take it easy, and have a good sense of humour.

In Abidjan for example, I encountered a lot of so called giggolos. Those men decide, they are going to have you, and don't let you go. You cannot be soft with them. They talk like shower, and walk like they were dancing, throwing their hips around, and sometimes it was a bit menacing for me. Maybe it had just got to do with my only passable French, so I was sometimes at loss in terms of verbal communication, which required of me more than I could master. Senegalese are truly charming, and like to talk a lot too, watch out.

Well, here I tossed out some steretotypes I guess, so don't take it all too seriously. But general impressions about safety with men in Sierra Leone you can take. Of course always with a measure of a regular precaution. Courting, flirting is a game, and some African men have definitely brought it to a near perfection. Comparing them to some European men in these sphere, Europeans are still in kindergarten. So, don't be naive.


THE END

3 September 2007

Run Freetown Run, Kus Kas Na Tong






(for more photos visit switsalone.blogspot)

As I was standing in the Union Trust Bank Western Union branch on Sander Street, we heard commotion coming from outside. I walked outside to the entrance because there wasn’t a window I could peer out of. People were running away from town and in our direction. The police officer stationed at the Western Union asked those running “Bo wetin apin” and each response from the runners outside “Ah know no, ah just see people dem day run”, indicated that very few people actually knew what was going on. Almost immediately shops closed, even people sitting on their verandas started to move in. We went back in to the WU building; they had just received a call from central command telling them to close the doors. About 10 minutes later, I was able to get my money and I walked out. It occurred to me that I should probably head home but I had a camera on me and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to pass up on the opportunity to find out what was really going on. I told myself I was going to walk to the Afrinet Café on Wilberforce Street since I didn’t really have anywhere to go. A begin waka wan wan na Siaka Stevens Street….As soon as I passed the Law Courts I could about three police officers that were standing about diverting traffic. I walked passed them and on to Glouster Street where I made a left. On the junction of Wilberforce and Gloucester Street, there was a crowd of people arguing, talking loudly, but most of the people where just standing around. I walked passed them towards Afrinet Café…..it was most certainly closed as I imagined it would be before I embarked on my walk. I stood around for a bit outwardly expressing my disappointment at the closing of the café. Now what??
I wanted badly to take my camera out but I was a tad bit afraid…. Most Sierra Leoneans for the most part enjoy having their picture taken but in these situations with things being tense u never know….also someone could easily slap me and grab it from my hand.
Against my better judgment I took out the camera trying to be as conspicuous as possible….SNAP, SNAP…..

Once I got going I kept going….taking pictures and then a man walked up to me and suggested I make my way down to the SLPP Party office. I told him I was a bit scared but I would go if he went with me. He agreed. We tried to go to the party office but were stopped by some police officers shooing people away…We parted ways and I walked to STOP PRESS….a lady asked me what was happening and I told her I didn’t know. I didn’t want to contribute to the rumors since I wasn’t too sure. When I got to Wallace Johnson Street I began to walk towards the SLPP Party office…there were police officers standing about and a distance off I could see a SLPP supporters in their green crowding in front of the Party office…..They were beckoning the police officers to go where they were but the officers were staying put. A Police Supritendant who seemed the highest ranking on the scene one Mr. Kanu stopped me and asked me “Who are you and where are you going”…. “My name is Vickie….i’m going no where”. “Vickie what?” “Vickie Doherty, mi papa na bin police man a long time ago”…. “Oodat na you papa” “Victor Doherty”…. “ooodat, Romeo….u na CPO Doherty im pekin?.....Yes. He turned to the police officer next to him and said….”Dis na small small pekin, ah bin day wok fo im daddy na Special Branch”…”ow u daddy…ooosai im day now?......na America……you papa still get im beabea…..no im no get am again….My dad use to have a rather thick beard and afro when he was a police officer and most people remember him that.

Anyway back to business. I told him I wanted to take pictures and he said that as long as I stayed where they were I could take pictures…I took some pictures of the police officers who were sitting about relaxing, without weapons and without riot gear….One of the officers joked about having 3 machetes similar to ones some party supporters had earlier

I tried to ask the police officers what had happened but nobody had any information beyond….SLPP and APC supporters are fighting. I noticed a lady walking towards us and she said she had to go to Howe Street to meet with someone. She asked for a police escort and she was off….walking towards the SLPP office. It was Sylvia Blyden….Di BOMBA….She seemed much more confident then me and totally unmoved by what was happening. I was about to leave when another police officer arrived in plain clothes and began shouting at Superintendant Kanu and the other police officers to go where the action was….he was quite angry and in a matter of minutes the officers were up and about walking towards the crowd at Wilberforce street trying to get them to disperse.

I walked behind the police and I saw the senior officer who had just arrived talking to the crowd….and Sylvia Blyden was there as well….in a matter of minutes some members in the crowd were clapping….and laughing….They asked people to leave and slowly we dispersed….I saw one of the messengers at my mom’s office and we walked back to Siaka Stevens Street together. We said our goodbyes and I decided to walk back in the direction I had initially come….Stores were closed people were standing about talking about what had happened. As I got to the Cotton Tree, stopping to take a picture of a PMDC sign, I saw about 50 boys running from behind Law Court towards the museum and then on to Siaka Stevens street….they were sining…. “Was ah regista ah go vote fo Ernest”… I heard a passerby say, “Dem day go lay complain na APC party office”
I decided there and then that the APC Party Office would be my next stop. It was quite a ways off on foot but I decided that it was best to walk there so that I could assess the atmosphere on the way….I walked up Sanders street to St. John and then on to the party office I don’t know the name of the street but it leads directly to the party office…

There was a big crowd at the Party office. The boys I had seen running had arrived at the office. APC spokedman Alpha Kanu was talking to them from the Veranda of the APC party office, I couldn’t make out what he was saying cause he was almost done when I got there. He said one thing and the boys began running again in the direction in which they had come. People were standing around.

I took out my camera and started taking pictures. Once again I was approached by some one who began to act as my guide, giving me more confidence to take pictures. Two cars arrived one with the French flag and the other a Liberian flag…they were quickly ushered into the APC Party office. Standing outside I saw a man with dressing on his forehead exit the party office and sit on a chair in front of the building. Then a tall man dressed in something that looked like a cross between a safari suit and an army uniform with black lace up boots walked out of the building. My guide told me “na di leader im body guard dan day, leather boot”…..At last I had laid my eyes on the infamous leather boot….the man previous involved in the TOM NYUMA SAGA….some say ex soldier some say ex rebel….I was going to take a picture of his face then I realized it would be more appropriate to snap his boots. Almost as soon as he exited the building, He went back in, taking the injured man back in with him. I took some more pictures…as I lifted my head I spotted newly elected parliamentarian CoCoCherie standing by the windows on the second floor looking down on the crowd. I walked around took more pictures…..talked to some people…..Some guys started talking about the lack of police presence at the APC party office….they blamed it on the fact the Berewa hadn’t resigned as vice president before setting off on the campaign trail….the accused the police of being biased. One of the guys went on the say that whenever SLPP supporters commit atrocities they are taken to the police station….but they have a code: ARREST & RELEASE. APC had blocked Hannah Benka Coker Street and diverting traffic into Brookfields.

I took some more pictures and I just when I had finally decided to leave, I got a call from my mother….worried as always…. “Vickie where are you?”….”At the APC Party Office”….next I heard my uncle’s voice on the phone….bo go na os bo ah beg….they were worried. I said I’d be heading off soon. I stood around a bit longer and started walking towards Convent to get a taxi. But Before I left I asked one of the guys who had been standing with me….”Why are you voting APC”….he said: “right now ah no get wok….ih don tay way ah no wok en ah kno say na APC nomo go able gi we wok”.


What this man said is basically the most important issue affecting Sierra Leone’s stability as well as the reason why Freetown’s urban population unanimously elected APC parliamentarians…..UNEMPLOYMENT….young urban youth don’t have work. It doesn’t matter how many schools or hospitals you build or how much money we have in foreign currency….nothing beats having a job and earning money….

Elsewhere at Youyi Building a Conference was being held on the role of media in ensuring peaceful elections….political parties were present…as well as the president. During the meeting Berewa said that it was a shame that all this violence was going on and that he was not enemies with Ernest Bai nor anyone else in the APC party. Him and Aplpha Kanu even hugged each other in the meeting to show their solidarity (Ernest Bai Koroma, supposedly couldn’t make the meeting…because of the Kus Kas in town…) President Kabbah suggested that the two party leaders conduct a peace ride from the east to the west of town to show the people that they want peaceful elections. Alpha Kanu called Ernest on the phone and he agreed. The Peace ride is tentatively scheduled for this Wednesday.

As for me here in SwitSalone, the news is that things are tense but it is far from a state of emergency. There are small incidences of violence but the country is not in disarray…people are going about their business and being cautious about the colors they wear. The Eastern part of town is definitely a bit tenser then the West but that is to be expected….it is more densely populated. Paddies is still opening everyday and so is Chez Nous…..you can still buy petrol at the gas station……and kolonkos are still working…everyone is still waiting for the elections to come and go. The rains have eased a little…..and Ramadan is going to start soon. For now Sierra Leone is still peaceful.



Saturday September 1st 2007 in freetown...in brief....runoff.....SLPP....APC....red vs. green........Cutlass....police....teargas....bullets in the air........RUN FREETOWN RUN