Ok, ’bout time I write this I think… (How about long overdue, Sydnee?) ok, yes I KNOW, but I was kind of hung up with Med School which turned out be a far cry from a joke (who knew, right?)
This blog is about something I did in Senegal that I take great pride in having done, not only because it actually came together when I wasn’t sure it would, but because of how the impact outlasted my stay.
We were often told to not be naïve about how deeply we would impact the Dakar community. Afterall, 60 days is nothing to even realise where you are, let alone pose an action, and even less a durable one.
However, when I first ran a workshop teaching some 50 children about the Right to Food, an insuppressable good feeling of having felt like I did “something” slowly grew on me. In Dakar I ran two workshops in which 30-50 children listened as I did a little 20 minute spiel about the goals of ANORF (the African Network on the Right to Food). Right to food, Food Sovereignty, the importance of consuming locally, the benefits of family agriculture and rooftop gardens. Will they remember something of it other than some chick with a weird accent made them sit through class during their summer time? They most certainly… might!
You see, I didn’t just make them sit and listen. They were looking at comic strips depicting the concepts in a simplified way. bam. I spent the first half of this sub-project planning out how to convey abstract concepts liking buying Senegalese to promote the economy. With the help of Seydou Ndiaye of our host organisation and consulting around to see if the cultural references I was making made ANY sense (eg: The kids in panel 1.3 are playing traditional Senegalese wrestling, right? They are not fighting). I then drew them out. Knowing the value of a quiet room and a working crayon kind of came into play.
So while I was talking to the older children of the workshops (12 years old –ish) the younger could look at the comic drawings. And after, all could start colouring (the pictures were just lines)! And then they could take the material home to keep! Showing to whoever was at home and keeping for when they are older. Ok so it may be a bit of a stretch, but it may just be!
Overall it was a pleasure. I remember waking up the morning of the first workshop and thinking “Who am I to be doing this?” But it wasn’t just me. It was ANORF using the resource I offered. I love drawing. I love kids. So though I spent my time working, it was too awesome. All in all, it was just so opportunistically awesome that our forces came together. This is what I was sent to do / taken in MY direction, and serving both.
So even though now I have that famous picture all people who beg to be awesome have in their Facebook profile picture (the “I have been with cute little smiling African children” picture), I don’t feel ashamed. I feel like those kids in my picture will tomorrow be among those strong Senegalese who stand up for their rights and be tomorrow’s economic competitors – by the sustained efforts of ANORF and other native centers’ and the Senegalese people’s own zeal for standing up for what they believe is right… movements upon which I had the honor to join if but for a snippet.
After this experience, its not a question of if I come back to Senegal… but a question of when. I thank Alternatives, RootED, Québec Sans Frontières, ANORF and my team of fellow interns for making it such an emancipating and unforgettable experience.
And now, several months into dreary studying and cold weather, I look back to the (sometimes overly) sunny days and it still brings a smile to my face and heart. But my passing in Senegal has turned out to be a beginning : before I left, the Kid’s Section Coordinator of the Cultural Center Blaise Senghor I was working with asked me for a contact with ANORF. I gave it quite easily, thinking “oh its nice to be able to give what is actually wanted”, I thought the video of the workshop a more grueling give. What came of that contact however was a whole month’s worth of organized daily activities for kids during the last month of their summer holidays! And on top of that, it was themed “Right to Food”! That just made me feel all that more involved! Not if, but a matter of when…