Some clever young magazine writer has written an interesting story about the French intervention here for The New Republic. Check out: http://www.tnr.com/doc.mhtml?pt=Am7UADqoemmmfuYdl5YafB%3D%3D
Again, sorry about the lack of posts. I've been busy -- off traveling in Tabou in the southwest of Cote d'Ivoire -- and also a bit sick lately. I will try to get more on here real soon.
This may appear later in an online publication. But here is a preview for Heart of the Matter readers:
I hadn't bargained on getting wet. This morning when I met Anne Dolan, the head of the field office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees in Tabou, she had warned me that Yeouli, the village we planned to visit today, was not accessible by car and that we would have to hike for about 3 kilometers to reach it. No problem, I said. She hadn't mentioned the part about wading through muddy water up to our knees.
"It's not a body of water, so there shouldn't be any schisto risk," Dolan says blithely as we prepare to enter one of the massive puddles that cover the path. She is referring to the dreaded schistosomiasis, a disease endemic to Africa that is transmitted by tiny worms that live in fresh water and can enter a person's body through the skin. If not caught promptly, the worms cause irreversible organ damage. I force a smile and try hard not to think about the phrase "irreversible organ damage" as I slog through the first puddle.
Yeouli is one of the principal entry points for Liberian refugees fleeing across the Cavally River into southwestern Cote d'Ivoire. But because frequent rains render the dirt road to the village impassible by vehicle, it is rarely visited by humanitarian organizations. Dolan hasn't been to the village in several months so she is anxious to find out how the refugees there are faring. She also knows that government authorities have been planning on moving the entire village to firmer ground and she is eager to see the new site, in part because the UNHCR must make a critical decision about whether to invest any money in the old village or simply wait until the new one is built.
To reach the head of the trail that will take us to Yeouli, we take one of the UNHCR's white 4x4s and bounce along badly pitted dirt roads for about forty-minutes. The journey takes us through massive palm plantations. The fronds of row upon row of neatly planted palm trees filter the morning light into a kaleidoscope of green. Dolan says Liberian refugees often find work on these plantations, but because of their tentative legal status they sometimes have trouble getting paid.
We pass through Gozon, a village where 100 Ivorians host many times that number of refugees. Many Liberian refugees arrived in Cote d'Ivoire in 1990 when the civil war in Liberia first broke out. They were welcomed by the Ivorian villagers in places like Gozon and even given land on which to build houses. Many stayed for more than a decade. But when the war in Liberia began to calm down, the Liberians started returning home. Many more fled back to Liberia when the civil war in Cote d'Ivoire started in September 2002. Villages like Gozon became ghost towns. But then, when fighting in Liberia flared up again in May, tens of thousands came rushing across the border again, with many returning to the same houses they had deserted years earlier. Only this time the Ivorians weren't so welcoming. During Cote d'Ivoire's civil war much of the fighting in the western part of the country involved Liberian soldiers and as a result many Ivorians regard Liberians with suspicion and hostility. This makes for tense relations between the refugees and their host communities.
A little ways past Gozon, the road becomes too muddy for us to continue by 4x4 and so we get out and begin our walk. Even in places where it isn't completely flooded, the path is slick. My hiking boots, initially purchased for a trip to Iceland, don't seem to provide much traction on this wet African soil and I fall twice, meaning that I am pretty dirty by the time we arrive in Yeouli and I am forced to waste precious drinking water trying to clean off.
We enter the village through a large clearing, at either end of which sit rectangular wooden frames strung with netting. Yeouli may not have electricity or running water, but it has soccer. Across the soccer field a herd of goats eyes us impassively from their perch atop the stone sepulchers of the village graveyard. A young man we encounter at the edge of the clearing leads us to the center of the village, where a semi-circle of wooden benches is hastily set up. Here the village chief and other elders assemble to greet us. We are offered cola nuts, water and a kind of alcohol made from fermented sugar cane. Dolan says we should take the cola nuts to show we are accepting the villagers' hospitality. These are no fun to eat - they are tough, bitter, and turn your teeth red - but we each chomp into one. We pretend to drink the water so as not to offend and politely decline the cane juice. Then Dolan introduces us and gives the villagers a chance to present their grievances.
The village chief - who by custom speaks a tribal dialect and addresses Dolan only through a translator even though he knows French - complains that there isn't sufficient food for the villagers and the refugees. He also says that primary education is lacking and that a new latrine and water pump that the UNHCR and the International Rescue Committee had promised have not yet been built. A member of Yeouli's Liberian refugee committee, 29-year old Elijah Kuma, voices many of the same concerns. "It is only by the grace of God that we have not gotten cholera," he says in pleading for help building new latrines. Dolan says she is aware of Yeouli's food shortage and she promises to hold a meeting back in Tabou to discuss the village's problems.
For Dolan though the good news is that, unlike in some neighboring villages, both the refugees and the villagers here report that relations between the two groups remain cordial. "There is no problem with the Liberians at all," says Klah Lazarus, a 27-year old Ivorian villager. "I don't think they are a burden on the village. They help out doing work and sometimes they help with the planting." Lazarus says that there are about 400 Liberians currently in Yeouli, with six to nine new arrivals every day or two. This sounds like a lot, but 25 Liberian refugees were crossing into Yeouli every day back in May when the fighting in southeast Liberia was at its height. Lazarus estimates that more than 1,000 Liberians have passed through Yeouli on their way to other villages in the area or the large transit center outside of Tabou. He also tells us that Liberian rebels sometimes cross the Cavally here to buy items from the village market, but that so far the rebels have never brought their guns with them or harassed the refugees.
We take a tour of the site for the new village, a 15-minute walk from the old. Kuma helps serve as tour guide. His story is typical of most of the Liberians I speak to. He has been in the village for seven months, having fled with his wife and five children from the Liberian town of Plebo, where he was working as a pharmacist. Kuma and his family walked for 8 hours to reach the Cavally and then crossed over to Yeouli by canoe. Now, he tries to earn money working on the palm plantations or clearing brush for the village's sugar cane fields. This is the second time Kuma has been a refugee. During the first Liberian civil war, he escaped to Ghana where he lived for eight years before returning home. He says he won't go back again until UN peacekeepers arrive and there are free and fair elections. It is a sentiment echoed by every Liberian I speak to in Yeouli. They won't go back until the blue helmets arrive.
The Ivorian government selected the location of the new village and a schoolhouse and several homes have already been built there. (The school is awaiting the arrival of a teacher before classes can begin.) The new site is on drier ground, so the villagers can use mud brick to construct their houses rather than the bamboo they were frequently forced to use in the old village. But Dolan is dismayed to discover that no new access road is planned, so it will remain difficult to bring in humanitarian aid. That's why Dolan thinks it is actually a good sign when Kuma tells us that many of the Liberians in Yeouli are currently off in the bush trying to gather food or out working on the palm plantations. "At least they are finding some way to feed themselves," she says. "Because they can't count on food aid here." Dolan thinks food aid is dangerous any way, since it quickly breeds dependence. After seeing the distended bellies of some of the children in the village, I am less sure.
After interviewing more refugees, we begin our hike back. Kuma and two of the Ivorian present us with a parting gift of sugar cane to help sustain us on our walk. A few hours later, as we try to dry our feet at the UNHCR office in Tabou, Dolan says conditions in Yeouli were better than she expected. "All in all the relations between the Ivorians and Liberians were peaceful," she says. "And they really to do get fewer resources than the other villages because of that road."
Dolan says there are 45,000 Liberian refugees in this corner of Cote d'Ivoire, the majority of them in small villages like Yeouli. But despite the tremendous need, she does most of her planning on a month to month basis. She is reluctant to start any long term programs - like vocational training - because she hopes that as UN peacekeepers move out from Monrovia, more and more Liberians will chose to return home. But she is worried about the political situation here in Cote d'Ivoire. Like many Westerners here, she isn't optimistic about the prospects for peace. "I just want to get as many Liberians as possible back across the Cavally so that they are ready to host the Ivorians when the war starts up again here," she says. It is a chilling postscript to my visit to Tabou. Returning to my hotel, I learn that a summit in Accra that many had dubbed "the last chance for peace" in Cote d'Ivoire has ended without a major breakthrough.
Okay, I tried to post a photo of the old cocoa farmer from Za (see the entry "Twilight in Za") but it wasn' working so I've removed it. I promise other posts soon. I am sorry I have fallen so far behind on posting. Basically all is well, although work has been very frustrating this past week.
Well, it?s Sunday afternoon and I am finally back safely in Abidjan after being gone for almost nine full days. It was a long and tiring trip and I am glad to be back, even though to a large extent the story I want to cover is taking place outside of this commercial hub. Still, having traveled around much of central Cote d?Ivoire, I now know how much better Abidjan is from other places in the country.
As you all know from my lack of postings, for most of the time I was gone I was either not able to find a working cyber caf? or couldn?t use one for long enough to post. I have seen a ton of things on my journey and I will try to include most of them in posts soon (if for no other reason that I am already afraid I will forget much of what I have seen if I don?t write it down.)
After getting arriving at residence ? it was great to see it after over a week ? I fired Fanny. He seemed very upset. I think he hadn?t seen this coming. I think he almost cried. I felt guilty since I don?t think he?s a bad guy and he had done an adequate, although not great, job these past few weeks. And, with my poor French, I had come to depend on him. He kept asking if he had done something to make me angry. I said no ? although that?s not exactly true, since there were several times in the past week when I thought he had a really bad attitude (he didn?t seem at all enthusiastic about the job) and his lack of initiative troubling. I also found his reluctance approaching people on the street to ask them questions ? an essential skill for a journalist ? a problem. I didn?t tell him this. Instead, I told him that as I started doing more reporting on business and economic subjects I needed someone whose English was better. He asked if it was a matter of money. I said I thought he charged a lot for the level of service he provided, but that it was primarily a matter of his English. He offered to renegotiate but I refused. He asked me to give him one more chance but I told him I didn?t want to do that, I?d made up my mind. He asked if he should immediately leave Abidjan and go home to his village near Seguela, where he digs diamonds to try to make money. I said that was up to him. He asked if I would still be willing to help him come to the U.S. This is the part where I felt really guilty because he said that he really wanted to continue his studies and that he had no future in Cote d?Ivoire. He said there were no opportunities in the country for someone from a poor family. He said he only wanted to come on holidays. But I know he wants to come and work and I am not about to help him become an illegal immigrant. I said I would research what he would need to do to get various kinds of visas and then report back to him. I said that if he came to the US I would try to help him out if I could do so. Then I asked him to leave.
Emma came over for dinner last night. I cooked pasta, nothing fancy. Emma said it was the first time in her entire life a man had ever cooked a meal for her, which got us talking about gender roles here. Apparently women?s lib hasn?t exactly arrived in Cote d?Ivoire. Even though many women work, they are still expected to do all the cooking, cleaning and child rearing. In the villages, Emma says that women typically do all the real work. They get up early to make their husbands breakfast. They go and fetch water from the well. Then, while their husbands head off to farms by bicycle, the women are obliged to walk to the farm, often with a toddler in tow and an infant strapped to their backs. Meanwhile they balance incredible loads on their heads. They work with their husbands on the farm and then when they come back they are expected to cook dinner and clean. It sounds like a very hard life. I asked why more educated women and those living in cities hadn?t revolted against such inequality. Emma looked at me sort of strangely and asked how it was possible for women to do anything about this ? it?s part of the culture, she said. I told her that it used to be the same way in the US but that over the past 40 years gender roles have been transformed, in large measure by women fighting for equality. She said this wouldn?t happen in Africa, at least not any time soon.
Well, I promise posts on my past week of travel soon. I did an initial post -- that covers my trip through last Tuesday. It is called "Lasers in the Jungle" and I back dated it so you should find it below.