(June 21 & 22, 2016)
The voyage was interesting and long. It probably took about
30 hours to go from the West Coast to the capital city of Burkina Faso. During
the flights I met a Burkinabè who lives in Eugene and it turns out we have
mutual acquaintances. I sat next to a whip smart Swedish woman and another
Burkinabeè who absolutely loves living in the Bronx. He is confusingly rather
republican, despite being Muslim.
After the series of flights, I arrived safely in Ouagadougou
(Waga, from here on out, because vowels). My arrival was slightly more eventful
than I anticipated. For a while, it seemed that my suitcase with all my
research and my work computer were lost. Eventually it was found, but poor Zaky
(the assistant/chauffeur for members of our project here) waited for me outside
without any means to contact me for quite some time.
Somehow Waga always manages to be hotter and windier than I
remember, every time I go there. We arrived at our hotel and after a brief rest
and a shower we went to grab a drink and something to eat. I had not slept the
entire flight, but apparently that did not stop me. It was fun to drink and
catch up with Zaky (I tried my best to keep pace with him, but that was futile
effort). I also can apparently still eat a whole chicken: I guess I was hungry.
Upon returning to the hotel, I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next day (June 23, 2016) was fun and exhausting. I
essentially took care of everything in one day (I do not recommend this). I met
a couple Zaky's younger brothers and they helped me find a good phone (and one
for my primary Viemõ speaker, in order to better communicate while we are separated).
My new Bronx republican Burkinabè happened to be buying a phone at the same
time I was at a kiosk across the street. Waga is huge but… lucky me.
After that, we had another round of chicken and beers. I
guess that's our thing. At some point I presume that I will eat vegetables and
fruit again. I got money exchanged and met with head of sociolinguistic
research in Waga. He gave me a contact who seems to be willing to assist with
sociolinguistic interviews with folks who do not speak French (still my contact
language).
I also learned that there has been some unrest with the
appointment of a new Mayor in Karangasso-Vigue (henceforth, KV). There are some
ethnic tensions that have flared up between the Vigue and the Mossi. Bakary has
since told me that everything has calmed down and there are security personnel
there.
On the 24th of June we travelled to Bobo
Dioulasso. The bus ride took a while because they are cracking down on
unregistered vehicles, so we stopped at a number of checkpoints. The
countryside became greener as we moved south toward Bobo. Rocks and dusty
fields became towns and brush until the familiar greenery surrounding my home
away from home greeted us on the outskirts of Bobo. It rained a lot and it was
a refreshing change from the blow-dryer in my face (a.k.a. Waga). It is always a
little greener and cooler in Bobo.
I am in a different house this time. Jeff and Zaky found a
better arrangement. It is in almost the same neighborhood and the layout is
similar. The furniture is newer and the place costs less. I couldn't happier
with that situation. I am still getting everything in order, but I hope to be
able to do real work soon (probably Monday).
Today, the 25th, my time was spent was mostly
just taking care of buying various things I need and fully moving in. Bakary
and Valentine showed up today and it was very nice to catch up with them. The
house was a lot less empty today and that was nice. Everyone seemed happy and
grateful that I will be here this summer and Kate will follow in September. The
collective excited energy of the team being back together was infectious. I
plan to visit KV next week after I have had a chance to get a good workflow
going again and arrange things with the person who is supposed to assist with
sociolinguistic interviews in Jula.
As of the time I am writing this, I have just about finished,
minus a few odds and ends. I don't have internet access yet, but I walked to a
nearby hotel and paid to use their wifi so that I could update this blog. You
all collectively owe me four bucks.
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