That said; stress is an even more interesting concept when you find yourself in
Relaxing in the pool...
Renate, Tabita and Arwen in the garden...
Playing with Alsan and Kinza...
Though relaxing in the sunshine, this species is not one of Anette's favourites!
Not as crowded as Kano, but crowded enough...
Anette found it hard to focus on a particular tissue amidst these kaleidoscopes 
... so of us helped her out! And found her some blue bazain (not on the picture!).
Inspiration oh inspiration... Today, Anette and I went out in the garden and tasted the leaves of several Eden trees. The one we chose was fresh and slightly sour. When you cook food in the solar oven, you need to keep it a bit basic, so we mixed meat with tomatoes, carrots, onion, garlic, Eden leaves and spices. We put it out in the morning and at 1 p.m. it was ready! And we had fat-free, solar coooked dinner!
Today I cooked millet in the solar oven for the first time, and guess what? Anette actually liked it! Millet has a strong taste (for being a cereal...) but once you get used to it, it gets hard to do without it... When I'm in Sweden, I always miss the Nigerien evening meal with solar cooked millet, milk and bananas (you wouldn't believe how much the taste down here!). It is probably no surprise that I was thrilled to have the solar oven in use and cooked millet on the table in the evening!
The first few days were spent getting in order. We’re still far from done but at least we’re getting there. Both Anette and I have unpacked our things (that is, I still have a suitcase full of horse equipment left on the floor…) and that feels like an achievement. On Friday afternoon, after several hours of hard work cleaning the kitchen, we went for a walk before sunset… Though I hadn’t planned on it, we ended up going to Ali’s, where I, to my great delight, found Arwen in an even better shape than when I left her! She had grown in size and it was much more than her pregnancy – in fact, she looked like a brand new horse! And that explained to me why the fodder hadn’t lasted, because this horse had been eating a lot more than one month of salary during the time I had been away!
Ali wasn’t home, so we then went over to Josef and Renate, where we planned my father’s birthday the following day. He had said beforehand that he didn’t have the energy for any celebration, and, seeing that it’ll be my turn tomorrow, I sincerely understand him, but at that point, we didn’t just want to let it go unnoticed – despite the fact that the house was pretty much up and down. So Josef, Renate and Tabita sneaked in at eight thirty and we woke him up in bed. With presents and chocolates. It ended up being a nice, calm day…
On Sunday afternoon, Anette and I went to the race track. Although it was in the middle of the Ramadan feast, there were only two races – mostly with novice horses.
Everyone asked for Arwen and I was surprised by the number of people that had gone to see her when I was away. Now why would they do that? It turned out that I have set a new trend in Zinder. Last year, when I got Arwen, they didn’t believe that mares could run. I never really understood the commotion when Arwen showed herself at practice but in retrospect, it was their aha-moment. Mares actually do run… E.I. happily informed me of all the horse owners that had followed my example and purchased mares themselves and I couldn’t help myself but to say: “But I thought you guys said mares couldn’t run!”
“Yes, but that was before we saw the success you had with Arwen!”
Lol… So my “secret” is out and Arwen will be getting more female competition… It doesn’t matter because I didn’t buy her to watch her run. However, if her reputation is such that her foal will sell at a high price, then I’ll be very satisfied. Maybe my little hobby won’t be that expensive after all… J
Now as for the social mingling, Zinder’s race track is a funny place where you meet all the who’s who of town together with their entourage. And I noted another interesting thing about
“Is that really you Ishtar or is it a look-alike?” E.I. said when he saw me. As if he didn’t recognize me… He just couldn’t meet my gaze and therefore was afraid of making a fool of himself! Imagine if I had turned my back on him or something; people would have talked about that for ages…
I guess this is one of the reasons why I love the racetrack so much. You have everybody’s eyes on you (they know all the gossip there is to be told about you, your horse, your horse keeper and your jockey) which means that you can actually make an imprint by turning their hierarchical system upside down. When I see Ali, who is “just” a horse keeper, I shake his one hand with both my hands, which is a great sign of respect. When I pass The Goldman however, one of the most influential men in this city (who wanted to date me when I was sixteen and obviously hasn’t changes his mind), I only nod in his direction and he cannot even be sure that my nod was meant for him.
The Goldman however is not one to be put off, so in this case, he waited for his opportunity and when I followed E.I. out in the fields to have a look at a horse of his that had fallen in, the Goldman was quick to follow. Last year, I got so irritated by the fact that he was constantly following me around and intruding on my society, but now I have gotten used to it. The fun part is that because of his interest in me (whether that be as a female, a European or a human – I am still not sure) he is now conversing with people beneath him and everybody is watching him. Because he rarely gets my attention, he puts on all his charm towards whoever I am speaking to and other people take after his example. So we are setting a new trend, just like with the racing mares… J
And I must admit that although I cannot make him leave even if I would wish to, I have a lot of fun putting him in place. Nobody does that to a rich man but I have nothing to gain from him, so why should he be more than my equal? I may be a woman but humor with a touch of stinging sarcasm (well aimed, of course!) gain a lot of respect in this society. I really don’t understand why he so desperately wants us to be friends because I am rarely nice to him (or should I say gentle with him?). It always ends with a small crowd of people laughing at him and I always find a weak spot in everything that he says. He is persistent though and for that, I must give him credit for. But if teasing him can make him a better person as well, then why not? After all, he does listen to a lot of the things that I tell him and he often comes back to show me that this or that has changed. Personal development – just my favorite…
That said, time has now flown away and I’d better be off in order to get some rest…
Sei gobe!
Ishtar
The journey went smoothly. When I come to think about it, it must have been the smoothest journey ever. Nothing went wrong, no one was stressed, time went so quickly and we had a lot of fun… Getting through the checkups went smoothly (!); partly because there were so few passengers disembarking in
Exhausted from all the stress prior to leaving, I fell asleep seconds after my head hit the pillow. In a blue bedroom; the one I always stay in when we’re spending the night in
Breakfast was an interesting combination of uniquely boiled eggs (the yokes were hardboiled while the whites were liquid – I’ve never seen that before!), coffee/tee, toast with jam and a tonic soda, especially meant for those who weren’t taking any malaria medicine (I had run out of my small supply the evening before…). We then set out to do some errands in town, and Anette got to see West Africa’s
The large city was as usually pulsating and shabby – the only difference being that for once, I took a (small) likening to it. I’d NEVER want to live in Kano, it’s the dirtiest and most disorganized town I know, but I’ve sort of got used to it and that makes me like it.
A day however was far sufficient for me and at five o’clock in the afternoon, I was happy to enter greener areas.
The good roads didn’t last long and after one bump that threw us all in the air, Anette commented: “It’s no wonder your cars wear out quickly in a country with these kinds of roads!” And that wasn’t the worse I’ve seen… Anyway, the journey from
We slept until 9.30 (all three of us actually), had breakfast and then set about to work. Anette and I started with the kitchen, cleaning the cupboards (and everything in them) from dust! We kept doing it for most part of the day, and we still have a long way to go… But we’re getting forward. We did do other things though. First, we had lunch on the veranda in the company of the parrots and then Anette and I showered one of the dogs before taking a dip in the pool, which was just perfect… After two more hours of cleaning in the afternoon, we went for a walk. First we went to see Arwen, who was pleasantly big (not fat, but broad) and seemed to be in excellent form (though slightly irritated because Ali had gone to the racing track without her – she wouldn’t quit staring at the gate, expecting him back) and then over to Renate and Josef, where Tabita showed us her play telephone (and many other toys). After that, Anette and I spent some more time with the dogs and the pool and then… you know, time just flew.
I’ll be interesting to see what tomorrow will bring… For starters, it’s my father’s birthday (the first one he’ll be celebrating without my mother since before their engagement) and Josef, Renate and Tabita are coming over in the morning to wake him up in bed. Old family tradition… Don’t know if he’ll appreciate it (he keeps saying that he doesn’t want any attention), but I figure he could do with a pleasant surprise! And Anette and I bought a big box of Lindt chocolate in
Ok, got to go to bed now; soon I’ve got less than eight hours before I need to go up again and in this heat (and with the remnants of my concussion still making themselves felt from time to time), I could do with some sleep…
Cheers!
Ishtar
Anette: going to West Africa for the first time in her life!
Arne Victor: Tired after a short night (so much to pack)!
Last shot from Europe!
Most passengers went off in Abuja - meaning we got the aircraft to ourselves for several minutes...Anyway, every good day is something to be thankful for, and today seems to be one of those... They asked me yesterday if I wanted to work today (from 9am to 9pm, so it's not as if there would have been time for anything else!), but I actually said no and I'm really happy about that (although I never enjoy missing an opportunity, even if it would have been nothing more than an opportunity to make more money...). A whole day by myself seems like such a luxury! A whole day to do things without any stress! Ah... no wonder this is going to be a good day!
Sei Anjima! (= until we meet again)
Esther
Falkenberg, Sweden 2006... and I am so stressed out! I've been waiting six months for this and now that it's finally time to leave, I find it... too soon.
Oh dear, Ishtar must turned herself back into Esther a long time ago! It'll be one nice transition time when I finally arrive! Full of frustration... and I'm already tired. But the thing is, it hasn't been an easy year. My mom is in the middle of her cancer treatment and it's not easy to leave her behind. As for myself, I still get dizzy from the concussion I had in January, especially when I get stressed. And right now, I'm really stressed because there are so many things that need to be done before I go. But I guess one day at a time is the key, huh?
Very well. I'll do my best, go to bed early, try to relax so that I can think clearly for the rest of the week. Tomorrow is my last day at work and then, there's just a hasty weekend where I'll be flying Halmstad-Uppsala and back in two days. Though I'm looking forward to holding a presentation at Rotary, I still have to prepare it and that takes time... Which you find loads of in
No, Ishtar has most definitively gone and transformed herself back into Esther again. Not that I suffer from multiple personalities, but in order to live in two worlds so different from each other, you need to adapt to the culture and the rythmes... And they are very far from each other. Here in
In
Oh yes, I love
So that would be my life story the last couple of months: working around the clock (but hey, I've done some progress because I limited myself to two jobs this year!) and missing
When I'm in
Well, stick around for a while, following me during my ups and downs in this faraway country (which often refer to as the "end of the world"), and maybe by the time we reach march 2007 (when it will be time for me to go back to civilisation and earn some more money so that I can return again) you will understand why Niger, despite its poverty and slow pace, is such an incredible rich country...
With love, Ishtar
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