Tuesday, 15 July 2014

EID AL ADHA OR TOBASKI 2013 PART TWO: ALL SWIMMING, ALL DANCING (AND A NEW GROUP...)




Honestly, the look on Hassanatou’s face was priceless, and the look on Jalika’s was just as good…
So, big hugs all round and we find out that everybody else is out.
Obviously Housai’ and Awa are at work and apparently Mariama is doing one of her after-school activities so she’s expected back at about five, but Ida Lee and Omar are about, and I even get a hug from the little monster.


Omar.  The little lad is growing fast...
Little ‘Tapha gives me a handshake and that’s it.
It’s not going to be all because as soon as we’d stepped out of the taxi the word was going out.
At least we can get the suitcases into the house before we’re trampled underfoot.
Mariama appears just after five.
Obviously she’s pleased to see us, but grumpy about being conned.
She’s the only one who didn’t know anything was going on because by now Housai’, Awa, Amadou and Sainabou have all received texts from their sister.
Amadou will be over tonight, and Sainabou with baby Adama will be over early tomorrow evening…


It’ll be the first time we’ll have seen our grandaughter.

The early part of the evening was spent greeting everybody and I don’t mind telling you, it leaves me totally knackered.
The fact that I’d now been up and awake for thirty six hours because I just cannot sleep on aircraft is beginning to take its toll and whether it’s considered rude or not, I just want to get my head down and sleep.
But finally, after being awake for about forty three hours, I manage to crawl into bed.
At least tomorrow is a Saturday and the little ones don’t have to go to school.

Now, we’ve got rather a lot to do in the three weeks that we’ve actually got here and they are as follows :
One.  Get the wooden panels sorted out on the patio under the roof because they have taken in so much water when the roof had holes in it that they are beginning to rot, and besides, they are a haven for mosquitoes so that is a definite.
Two.  Get some of the clothes that Haddy and I have been blagging off friends and sending out for the past year, to Killy village where Haddy owns a piece of land.
Three.  Sort out Tobaski.
Four.  Let Mariama and Jalika have a session when they are singing together without ANY interruptions, because at some point somebody is going to have to tell them if they are any good and I know for a fact that particular job is going to get delegated to me…
Five.  Find a day when we can all get out to Sanyang for a day at the beach with the ‘extended’ family.
Six.   Find a day when we can take the little ones swimming in a hotel pool in peace and quiet.
Seven.  Visit Macumba and Hadim on the market and finally give them the film of the two practice sessions which I’ve finally managed to extricate from ‘computer hell’.
Eight.  Visit Uncle Pa.
Nine.   Do all the other things that I’ve forgotten about.
Ten.   Visit all those people that my wife says we ought to…
Eleven.   Visit Gola Fortunate and give out the ‘Rhythms’ t-shirts to the winners of the school competition that we’ve instigated via Mariama and the headmistress.
Twelve.  Find a day when I can be left in peace to cook for the family… Yeah, right !
Chance would be a fine thing…
Isn’t that enough ?
I’ll tell you one thing, with only three weeks and running on Gambian time I’m still not sure if we’re going to get it all done, so let’s see what we can do, eh ?

First things first…
Ring Baddou.
Baddou is a carpenter and a pretty good one at that.
If anything needs to be done in wood then he’s the guy to ring.
That’s sorted.
He’ll be round to assess the job tomorrow.
Oh, and if you’ve been reading this on a regular basis then you’ll have seen a few pictures of his kids because Haddy and N’Dey are friends of Mariama and Jalika.

Baddou appears first thing in the morning, pulls a couple of the rotting bits down and makes a few calculations.
He’s got to do the whole porch area which runs the length of the house and one of the girls bedrooms.
Right, that’s sorted then.
The price is agreed and he’s been paid for the bits he’ll need which he’ll get today, and then start the job tomorrow.
He’ll be back for a visit with the family on Sunday.
Of course while he’s doing all this, the eight boxes of clothes we’ve blagged and sent out over the past year which are sitting on the floor of one of Haddy’s shops are going to have to wait.
Five of them are going to Killy, and the other three are to be shared out in the village but getting the whole kit and caboodle out so that they can be seen is an impossibility with all the dust flying about when the panels come down…
And I am reminded of that very apposite quote from Bob Dylan…
‘I accept chaos… I’m not sure if it accepts me…’
Or something like that, anyway ?
And then Hassanatou drops the big one…
‘Uncle Chris…’
‘Yes ?’
‘Sibo and Jalika have formed a group with Ida…’
‘Oh… My… God… Please tell me you’re joking ?’
‘No… Not joking… It’s true…’
‘Are they any good ?’
‘They won’t stop singing and drumming together…’
Oh well, I suppose it was to be expected given all the clues that they’d been throwing out on our last visit.
This is going to be interesting…
It’s not like Sibo to loan out her drums to anybody, so let’s wait and see.
Fore-warned is fore-armed as they say…
Not that I can bask in my new-found knowledge for more than an hour because it’s the first thing Mariama talks about when she finally gets her chores and homework done.
‘Uncle Chris, do you like One Direction ?’
‘No. They look pretty and all the little girls love them, but most of it is media hype.  I’m old enough to have seen it all before with other groups, and their songs aren’t very good…’
‘We like better songs…’
‘I hope so… What better songs ?’
‘Something Inside, Patriot, This Land, Hard Rain Falling, Woman is Smarter…’
‘Ok, but they’re not your songs, you are right though… They are better songs'. 
‘We want to sing songs like that’
‘You like songs which actually say something ?’
‘We like good songs…’
‘It’s not actually the same thing, you know ?  Songs that say things and good songs, but you’re on the right track at least… And where did you get all your song choices from ?’
(As if I didn’t know already ?)
‘We listened to all your cd’s…’
‘Ok… And what did you think when you listened to them ?’
‘They are good and there are lots of good songs on them…’
‘Ok… Let me have a think about it and hear you all together when we get a moment when you’re all free, but I warn you, I WILL be honest and if you’re rubbish then I will tell you…’
‘Ok’
And that was the extent of the conversation.
I admire their spirit, but so far everybody out here involved in anything musical has said that they don’t do ‘Western’ songs.
They’ll do rap and reggae but they won’t touch anything from the rock, folk or country idioms.
I’ve never really understood that attitude except when doing traditional things from their own folk tradition, that I understand, but there are some songs from all those idioms that transcend all frontiers and barriers and if you think you can make somebody else’s song your own by putting your own feelings and spin on it, then why not ?
It’s not as if (From an African perspective) Youssou N’Dour hadn’t done it with Bob Dylan’s Chimes of Freedom, and although most of the village hadn’t heard Bob’s original, they all knew Youssou’s version because it had been a huge hit all over the continent…
It’s a puzzle to be sure.
I suppose you could always break it down to a black and white thing but that is even more puzzling ?
Rap and ghetto living is understandable, but Reggae ?
Where does Rastafari fit in to an African Muslim perspective ?
It’s about as opposed as you’re going to get.
Unless it’s about the fame and the bling, the women and the drugs ?
And the power that comes along with all the above…
At least Reggae has a spiritual base, but Rap ???
Call me cynical by all means, but looking at some of the careers of some of the ‘artists’ involved, they are only famous for being in the newspapers week in and week out.
Yawn… Yawn… Yawn…
BORING.
Justin Bieber being the classic example.
What a fuckin' twat !!!
If you’re supposed to be a ‘musician’ then prove it.
Celebrity status doesn’t cut it.
And our kids want to join this industry, AND buck the system as well ?
What can you do, except be there for them when it all comes apart…
But then the one thing I can say with any certainty is the fact that
One: They already have management.  Mum.
Two: They already have an accountant.  Big Sis'
Three: They already have two agents and road-managers who won’t take any crap from ANYBODY !!!  Me and other Big Sis'.
It’s a family affair, as Sly Stone once sang…
And Four… They already know what a good song is… And that helps when you are starting out, believe me…

So our first couple of days are spent hanging around the compound just greeting all the visitors and generally chilling out until it’s time to withdraw some money from the bank and then hit the supermarkets for some food.
Most of that will be canned things which we won’t have to worry about replacing after we’ve used them up, plus the usual bags of ‘minced cow meat’ which I’ll freeze until I do a spaghetti bolognese for the family… And whoever else gatecrashes the meal on the night.  
Some real cheese, as opposed to the triangles which the kids love, a few large potatoes (I have a cunning plan for later in the week…) and whatever herbs and spices that need replacing ?
Pasta and a few bags of vegetables and fruit plus a couple of bottles of wine and some cheap tobacco if they have any ?
Bearing in mind we are still officially at the end of the rainy season and some of the hotels haven’t opened yet, that is definitely a hope rather than a given.
It will mean if I can get them, that I can give a couple of pouches to Hadim and Slice.
Back in the compound Baddou and his helper are banging and crashing away like a couple of good’uns and there is sawdust mixed with the dust of ages everywhere.

You do your washing BEFORE you start playing... From left. Omar, Jalika, Sibo, Haddy, N'Dey with baby Amie and Haddy
On the Sunday we are to be joined by his family, although eldest daughter Haddy is not staying and will be visiting some of her friends for the day, but we get N’Dey and the little one, baby Amie.
If you click on the link below, it's about three and a half minutes continuous cut from about seventeen
minutes of the original film.
I just wanted to get some film down of the kids playing and dancing with lots of laughter and giggles...
And I definitely got that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdu83yT7UMk

My wife has invited them all to celebrate Tobaski with us anyway, so we’ll be seeing them all again quite soon.
And because the office is close to the supermarkets, while we were out we stopped in to see Housai' at work.
That was interesting...
We've just totally turned down a marriage request for her twin sister. 
Absolutely no chance.
In fact if you dressed the pair of them the same then I'd be surprised if the guy can tell them apart ?


One thing Haddy and I agree on straight down the line, and that is, the kids are NOT for sale.
Haddy endured one horrendous marriage when she was younger because it was ‘arranged’ and there is no way I would ever let the kids go through that and neither will she.
When they get married it will be because THEY want to, and that’s it.
‘Was that guy for real ?’
‘Yes… He thinks that everybody would jump at the chance because he has money…  And some families would because of that…’
‘Do you think he got the message ?’
‘I think so...’
‘Hassa’s gonna laugh her socks off when she finds out…’
‘No… She will be angry… ‘
And you know what ?
When we got back and told her, she went ballistic !!!
Shouts, yells, definitely a few curses…
But finally she calmed down enough to say ‘Thank you, Uncle Chris…’
‘No problem… I thought the funniest bit was when your Mum and I both said ‘Dead Man Walking’ at the same time…’
‘He does not even know me’
‘I know, love… But that’s his loss and not yours.  He just thinks he can buy you with money…’
‘Aaaahh… It’s The Gambia…’
And she was right… 
It is The Gambia.
Resistant to change and women’s rights are near the bottom of the list.
But… And I mean this very seriously… Change will come.
It will be hard fought but it WILL come.
It is generally the women who have most of the common sense in most societies and The Gambia is no exception.
It has taken me quite a long time to get around to that idea, but when a man and a woman are sharing everything, hardships and good times, then things tend to get done a lot better than if it is just one gender making all the decisions.
Don’t ask me why that occurs, it just does.
And anyway, you live and you LEARN.
Maybe it’s because I come from a society where you pay lip-service to the idea that there is
equality even if we all know the reality is somewhat different ?
Who knows ?
But African society isn’t Western society and an African Muslim society certainly isn’t
It’s very different and it’s sometimes quite hard to get your head around some of it without criticizing it because some of the customs are totally alien to us in the West.
But, it’s not MY society, and when I’m here, I am here as a guest and that’s all.
I seem to fit in down in the village, I share the problems and I share the joys.
To those who know me, when I am there I am just another Fajikunda resident.
I might look a bit strange, compared to the average tourist let’s say, but I’m just Haddy’s husband and the children’s step-dad and I try and fit in as best I can, and I don’t criticize others unless something impinges upon the family or me personally.
When in Rome, do as the Roman’s do…
That’s the best advice I can give anybody.
If you do that then nobody can complain.
And the key to change is not criticism, it is understanding.
God, I wish some of the ‘visitors’ to my country would learn that.
If you don’t like it, then don’t come.
It is OUR country and not yours, so if you don’t like it then you can always FUCK OFF !
When you can finally say you understand then you can attempt to change things, but not before.
Ok, enough of this ‘soapbox’ shit…
Tobaski is supposed to be a joyful occasion so let’s get back to it.

That evening we had our first rain since we’d flown in, and when I say rain, I MEAN rain.
It bucketed down.
Eventually I went outside on the porch, ostensibly for a cigarette but I had taken the video camera with me.
What I wanted was just to show the power of the rain because Gambian storms aren’t much like those we have back in the UK, the only thing they have in common is the fact that you get very wet in both of them.
The force of the rain falling is the difference.
In the West we get storms and rain.
In the Gambia they are one hell of a lot more powerful.
For some reason the rain does not go with the wind ?
There is so much of it that it comes straight down vertically and that is what I wanted to capture.
I got about seven minutes of continuous footage anyway.
And although very dark, here's just under a minute of the best bit...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wX_KuRX9wk

That will have to do.

We’ve got a free day, YIPPPPEEEEEEE !!!!
The African Village Hotel has not opened yet and so we make our way with Mariama and Jalika to spend a day at Ocean Bay where we can purchase a ‘pool’ ticket that lets me and the kids use the swimming pool all day.
Typically, they left their armbands in a taxi earlier in the year when they went to Sanyang but we have brought along a little blow up dinghy which we hope they’ll let us take in the water ?
Thankfully they do, probably because the place is not packed to the rafters being out of season currently, they also have a spare child’s rubber ring and one armband.


Jalika, bless her, can’t wait to get in the dinghy.
That definitely looks like fun to her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L78JcYziQsM

And I only had to ask her the once not to smack Mariama with the paddle…
Mariama meanwhile, is in and out of the ring.
Attempting to swim without it she manages about three strokes without going glug-glug-glug but that’s three more than last time.


If we can get her to keep practicing in the children’s area then I’m quite sure she’ll be able to manage a complete width soon ?
Me ?
I’m doing the Moby Dick thing in the main pool.
I had lost a bit of weight since last time and was definitely feeling a bit better for it.
I’m still not completely happy weightwise, but I’m getting there.

We had a great day.
At one point Awa took the youngsters on a guided tour, including the suite where they put up Presidents of countries.
That impressed them.
But as usual, all too soon it’s time to go.
We’d been there for about seven hours in total and the time seems to have just rushed by.
I had hoped to have taken the kids to the small craft market but typically we ran out of time, so let’s get home and see what the evening brings ?

Actually we had a nice chilled evening listening to music in the compound.
There are loads of new albums on the computer and so I just stacked a few up and let them run.
This year I’d taken out the proper computer amplifier so we can actually get a bit of volume on it should we want it, but it’s not loud enough to disturb the neighbours, that’s the main thing.
Because it gets dark at about seven-thirty to eight o’clock we usually sit in the dusk to darkness with the house lights on, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to see a thing outside.
The problems occur when we get a power cut and we get those on a regular basis, but not tonight…
Tonight was nice and calm and peaceful (compared to what it could have been like, let’s say…)
Jalika found herself a new favourite song to dance to, and that was a bit of a surprise to say the
least ?
I never know what it is about these kids ?
You can play them anything and if it’s got a beat that suits dancing then they’ll find it, and then they’ll fit their own moves into it.
The surprise, to me at least, is that the song in question comes from way back in the 1930’s and when Jalika started dancing I actually had the camera on.
That was pure fluke.
What happened when she started dancing was pure intuition from her.
If you watch as many old clips as I do of some of the ‘greats’ doing their thing, then you’ll be aware that when she was a lot younger, just a few years older than Jalika, the late June Carter who became the second and last Mrs Johnny Cash, used to dance when her mother Maybelle was playing in The Carter Family.
And Jalika was dancing to an old Carter Family tune.
The bit where she is straight upright and goes into a form of ‘tap’ is uncannily like the young June Carter used to do.

And since there is no way that our ten and very soon to be eleven year old out in The Gambia will ever have seen any clips of June, how weird is that ?
I just put it down to that ‘Old Weird America’ or conversely, that ‘Old Weird Gambia’ and if you have been reading this blog for a bit, then you’ll know we’ve been there before.
There are some things that I cannot even pretend to understand because they just ‘are’ and explaining them is useless and this was one of those times.
It’s unexplainable so let’s leave it at that.

It had been a really good day so let’s leave it there and see what tomorrow brings ?
  

Sunday, 6 July 2014

EID AL ADHA, OR TOBASKI 2013 (A PREFACE OR PREAMBLE...)





Of course as soon as I went back into work on the Tuesday it was ‘Do you want any overtime this coming weekend’ ?
Of course I want overtime, we’ve got a trip to The Gambia coming up in about eight weeks and what do you think is going to help pay for it ?
We were finally going to be out there for ‘Tobaski’, or officially Eid Al Adha.
The last time we’d actually been there together with the kids for Tobaski was the year we got married, and then of course there was our honeymoon so we managed to miss a lot of it, but now we were going back…                 
I’d booked it way back, nearly ten months ago when I had enough in my account to actually pay for the tickets… (£650 each through The Gambia Experience-You can find them online or at good travel agents) 
Because it wasn't officially part of the holiday season we'd actually got a 30 kilo baggage allowance which was a godsend to us, bearing in mind the amount of stuff we try and cram into our suitcases.
And they’d only asked for a deposit which was fine by me until I spent the rest on a particularly virulent gas bill and some other things involving visas…
But let’s not go there, eh ?  
It was never very nice in the first place.
So, about six weeks before we fly I get the rest of the bill.
Believe me, the overtime is a BIG help.

And so, the Friday before Tobaski, we flew…
It was the usual all-nighter for us, driving down to Gatwick to be there at four am and then finding out that the flight has been put back an hour…
AAAAAARRRRGH !!!!!!!
Don’t you just love it when that shit occurs ?
Ok, it was only an hour but us older folks do not appreciate it one bit, just think what it would have been like if it had been longer ?
We’d have fallen asleep about nine and missed the bloody thing altogether…
Ok, moan over.
It’s the usual flight, takes about six hours, there is a film and there is food, there is also sod-all in the way of legroom, and if you’re really lucky, not too many screaming infants…
And we’re there.
Only about half an hour later than we’d have been if the flight had actually departed on time,
for which, a big ‘thank you’ is due to the wind over The Sahara…
Through Customs and Immigration and immediately assailed by what looks suspiciously like every taxi-driver in The Gambia…
‘Hey, Auntie Haddy…’
And that one is ours.
And the kids don’t know we’re coming.
Oh, they know we’re arriving, but my wife didn’t actually give them the correct day, so they think we’re coming on next Tuesday’s flight…
Let’s catch them all out, is my wife’s explanation.
Ok, but let’s not do it too often, eh ?
There is a reason.
Hopefully we’ll get in and greet the kids before too many people flood the compound to welcome her back.
So, stop at the top of the road at the corner shop for a few bits and pieces (Julbrew, Guinness, Ginger Beer, Coca-Cola, Fanta, biscuits, cheese triangles… That sort of thing) and down the road we went…

 Now, you know what ‘Tobaski’ is, don’t you ?
You know it’s an Islamic Thanksgiving Festival, right ?
You didn’t ?
Well, you haven’t been too long at reading this blog then, have you, because I tried to describe it a few years back and the chapter is still there, believe me.
So what happens is…
I suppose I should ask if all the vegans and vegetarians are sitting comfortably in front of their screens reading this ?
I bloody well hope so, because you’re going to be doing a bit of squirming in a few minutes or a few pages time…
If, like me, you are a meat eater then it shouldn’t distress you too much unless you are one of those ‘Halal meat is evil’ sanctimonious hypocrites that I despise so much.
It’s just a different way of doing things, you may not like it but that’s just the way it is and I suggest you get over it.
If you eat meat then don’t complain because it is all bred for slaughter.
You’ve been warned, ok ?
Ok, so what happens is…
And who am I writing this for, anyway ?
You do know that the blog tells me where all my readers are, don’t you ?
I know how many Brit’s read it, how many Americans, how many Gambian, French, German, Swedish, Saudi-Arabian, Indonesian, Chinese…
Where you’ve come from, and which site sent you…
Which chapters you’ve read…
What’s the matter, feeling paranoid ?
You’re all out there reading this for whatever reason ?
Hey, I’m not knocking it, I’m just glad that you find me and my family worth your time.
I do realize that not everybody is going to be in the same position as me with the same sort of crazy life and family, so if it interests you in any way then that’s cool for me too.
And there are a few hundred of you tuning in from time to time.
Well, apart from the governmental spying search-engines let’s say ?
MI5, the CIA, all that lot are going to read it because it has the words 'Islam' and 'Muslim' in it, and they’re very suspicious of that sort of thing, which is why they do it.
Don’t worry, if I were in charge then I’d probably have got my spymasters to do exactly the same sort of thing…
And what’s more, truth be told, I’d bet a pound to a dollar to a euro that you would too ?
I just wish that they’d have the fucking decency to tell us the truth once in a while if they want to spy on us ?
Certain governments might get a little more respect (You reading this, Cameron ?)
Doubtful, bearing in mind they have scarcely told us the truth since they came to power and certainly didn’t over this particular subject.
And if Edward Snowden hadn’t blown the gaff and told the world that The USA were spying on all of us and giving the information to our lot then we’d have had our suspicions, but we would never have known the extent of it, would we ?
And just remember, if they’re checking me out, then they will be checking you out if you are reading the blog, because they want to know whether you are what they regard as a ‘terrorist’ ?

There…
I’ve just used the other word that’s going to set off the alarm bells on their search engines.
Therefore to use the title of a poetry cd I stuck out a few years back, we are ‘Erring on the side of paranoia…’
I do find it quite amusing, because it means I can take the piss and there is absolutely fuck all they can do about it…
Not that I'm denigrating the threat of terrorism, far from it.
The threat is now global whether we like it or not ?
Remember this, I grew up with the constant threat of the I.R.A. blowing us to hell.
But the threat of terrorism is there for all to see.
And it's not just the West, is it ?
How many Muslim countries face the same constant threat ?
More than most people realise, that's for sure.
So forgive me for taking the piss occasionally, because I'm up to here with the lies from both sides.
But this has deviated somewhat, so let’s get back to Tobaski, at least that's real.

The Tobaski festival, or to give it it’s proper name of Eid Al Adha for those who have never experienced one, is one of Islam’s celebratory days and is a public holiday apart from essential workers needed to keep the infrastructure going.
It is a sacrificial feast day to commemorate God telling Abraham to sacrifice his son, Ismail.
All married men and/or heads of households are expected to buy a sheep (or goat, cow, chicken, or whatever they can afford) and sacrifice it, cook it and give most of it away to those less fortunate than themselves, and then feed their family with the remainder.
It is literally a day for sharing whatever you have been able to afford and the whole country turns into one absolutely enormous barbecue.
Everybody, male and female alike dresses up in their finest clothes and that includes all the children who run around begging small coins from every adult they see to buy ice creams and sweets with, so make sure you have lots of small denomination coins in your pockets because you are definitely going to need them.
Parents and extended family are visited and I’m quite surprised it can all be fitted into one day.
Ok, so The Gambia is a Muslim country, right ?
The man is the head of the household, right ?
So who is it that is going to buy it, kill it, and then cook it and decide (with a lot of input from the Missus) where it’s all going ?
Yep !
You finally got it, didn’t you ?
Moi…
Muggins…
Yours truly…
Me ?
Oh shit !
Life certainly does throw up a few curveballs, doesn’t it ?
So…
Now you know.
I have to be honest, killing the animal is not something I’m actually looking forward to…


But that’s for next week.
Now is the time for surprising the kids.
So the taxi pulls up outside the gates and we get out, followed by the driver and our luggage, push the gate open and we’re home…