Somehow it is October already, these last six months has flown by and it’s time for me to leave Liberia. I’m taking with me so many memories and there’s so much I wanted to write but didn’t have either the time or the internet access to do so, so here’s some of the thing’s I’ll remember about Liberia, including some I’ll miss and some I really really won’t …
· Fantastic Liberian English! Liberal use of the words ‘fine’ and ‘too much interesting’, ‘sorry o!, ‘don’t make me vexed, I beg you, don’t embarrass me o? The way that Liberians shout as if they are really really angry – intimidating until you realise it’s just a normal discussion dressed up as a full scale row; different almost archaic use of words: when someone gives birth they ‘bring forth’ a child, whereas goats ‘drop’ their kids; to emphasise a point you ‘buttress’ it; if you spill water, you ‘waste’ it; born again Christians are described as “As though you are new, brand from the plastic”, my English being described as ‘slippery English’
· Liberian sayings (“white teeth, black heart”) and proverbs, most of which seem to be about goats and elephants and I have no idea what they mean but they last a long time and they sound good.
· English-Liberian misunderstandings: Written reports which stated that “The roads were so bad that vehicles couldn’t travel without a wench”; One of my expat colleague’s stories of walking into the Logistics Office and telling the 3 logs guys in there that it smelt of moth balls…the stunned silence, and the query from one of the Liberian logs officers, ‘do moths have balls?’; The roundabout answers to straight forward questions, and the ubiquitous ‘yes’ answer to any ‘either/or’ questions; the story of what happened to our goats and the salt water…ask me about it some time…
· Liberian devotions every morning, highlights including Pharaoh being described in very solemn tones as ‘mischievous’ and ‘rude’ for not letting the Israelites go, and a whole sermon based on the premise (?) that the word ‘Christ’ is derived from the word ‘crisis’ and therefore we should expect a certain amount of turmoil as Christians…riiiight
· The people I’ve met along the way, including Sinoe base’s Chief Mechanic’ Musa, a scrawny old man with a toothless smile, signalling ‘time to cut off the generator’ with a finger drawn sharply across his throat under his beaming grin; the little of African grandma who was one of the beneficiaries in the car accident in Sinoe who didn’t realise the car had fallen off the bridge and started to complain that someone was ‘wasting water on me’; Sinoe police chief’s ‘well, legally there’s no fine to release your vehicle, but whatever you can afford would be nice…’
· Lizards darting across the grass, up the walls, every colour and shape, skittering over the palaver hut roof during meetings and devotions and falling splat onto the ground
· Travels across Liberia, heat rising off the road, water from the recent rain shower, passing trucks with “NO FOOD FOR LAZY MAN” painted across the front, yellow New York taxi-esque commercial cars broken down by the side of the road with luggage strewn across the verge and the stranded passengers trying to hitch a lift onwards, past ‘fifty fifty motel’ (not the strongest of accolades), stopping for sweetcorn cooked on braziers by the side of the road and poked in through the windows by children stretched on tiptoes; the view form the chopper of jungle as far as the eye can see, occasionally broken by the bare patch of an upland rice farm
· Charles Taylor’s rusting logging ship sunk and immobile in the Greenville port, tiny sailing boats with tattered UNHCR sails slipping past in the narrow pass between the ship and the rocky outcrop of land lading into the harbour
· Breakfasts with Francis the Ugandan Watsan Advisor in Sinoe as he tries out different food combinations in an effort to make the same food interesting – stale bread and honey with a sprinkling of dried milk powered anyone? Honey and marmite?
· Arriving back to Monrovia compound after a long bumpy 9 hour journey from a month in the bush and opening the fridge for a cold coke or beer; seeing familiar faces of all the expat staff based in Monrovia or visiting from the field, drinking good coffee brought by the Kenyans, Ugandans and Ethiopians and good wine from the South African, and Cadbury’s chocolate from the latest visitor from the UK…
· Liberian meeting etiquette, where if you hide behind a piece of plain A4 paper when someone calls you on the phone then apparently no-one can hear you and it’s not disruptive in the slightest…. And if you need to leave a meeting, just bend your knees, put your hand up in the air drawing attention to yourself as if you’re asking a question and noisily shuffle out right through the middle of the gathering.
· The sound of the rain, so loud that you can’t think about anything else, and the thunder that shakes the bed and brings your heart into your mouth; The fact that the rain makes field staff approximately 1 hour late for work, despite the fact many of them live just minutes from the compound…
· A couple of things I won’t miss – vehicle breakdowns, the mould that grows on everything including your shoes and makes all your clothes smell fusty musty, Beans (with or without rice) for every meal for 2 weeks in Sinoe; The frustrations of setting up the BGAN again and again and not being able to get a satellite connection; Thinking that working 6.5 days a week, 12 hours a day, occasionally by the light of a head torch when the generator’s off, is normal; Driving through lightning storms in what is basically a big metal box with one big ol’ lightning conductor of a radio mast stuck on the front; The Lutheran school on the way into Monrovia with a colourful cartoon concrete statue of a zebra outside which I thought was kind of kitsch and cool until I learned of the horrific massacre that took place there during the war; The rainy season outbreak of big fat bush flies, otherwise known as tsetse, the carriers of sleeping sickness…
But overall I think the best thing has been over the past few days during the external Impact Evaluation we’ve been going through, sitting in small village meeting huts hours drive from anywhere along barely passable roads listening to community members express what the work Tearfund has undertaken means to them and the impact that it has had on their lives and their communities. Hearing about how they have clean drinking water for the first time, how the community has been taught about conflict resolution and how particularly the women are empowered to be involved in community decision-making, how they are protected from the threat of rape by having a pump in the centre of the village rather than walking to the local creek for water, how the incidence of diarrhoea, malaria and other sickness has drastically reduced through improved sanitation and hygiene practices and clearing up the community, how the community is no longer hungry through the traditional hunger period between planting and harvesting because of improved farming methods and crop diversification, seeing the healthy children.
Just awesome, and makes me so proud to have been here with Tearfund, working towards a very small part of that impact.
And now it’s time to leave, time to go back to the UK and start something new. As the writer of the book of Ecclesiastes says, there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
(Ecclesiastes 3 v 1-8)
For me, it is now a time to both uproot and to plant, to mourn and to dance. For Liberia, this is a time to mend and to build; a time for peace.