10 Things I Learned this Week, Edition 5

Posted by Gaurav On Tuesday, June 28, 2011 0 comments

So! I didn’t get a chance to visit Parakou this weekend. Instead, I spent Saturday in the market at Cotonou and Sunday at home. Although I don’t have a summary of my trip to Parakou, I still did learn a lot over this past week. Here is a list of 10:


      1.       The worst sound in the world is the wailing of a handful of baby goats tied together by their legs to the top of a car. It’s literally disturbing – especially since their cries almost sound human.
      
      2 .      One of the shops in the airport at Cotonou has a photoshopped picture of Bob Marley holding a bottle of their sexual potency product in hand. Last minute souvenirs anyone?
    
      3.        Being alone at the beach after dark is scary as hell, and extremely dangerous. All of Ouidah becomes a ghost town past 8pm because you can’t see two feet in front of you most places.
     
      4.       Some massive eggs can have double yolks in them!!!
      
      5.       The Beninois government deserves some credit – they put together this commercial stressing the importance of wearing a helmet when driving motos. I was genuinely impressed.
     
      6.       The kids at the orphanage often use their vacation from school to spend time away from the orphanage living either with extended family, or with a host family. 
      
      7.       The rainy season means you might have to stick with dirty clothes for a while if the weather is not being particularly helpful.
    
      8.       For Beninois to get a visiting visa to Canada, it is about 3x more expensive than the same visa for the US. Bizarre, considering Canada is a French speaking country.

      9.       The grain that I have for breakfast (no idea how to spell the name), is usually only 2 spoonfuls per full bowl because it is expanded by the water added.
     
     10.   When a restaurant in Benin has air conditioning, you’re paying for it in the price of your meal. 

The eggstreme ends of the size spectrum for chicken eggs.
That’s all for this week! I know there wasn’t too much cultural stuff in there – if I head to Parakou next weekend you will definitely see more of that. If you have any other comments or feedback, please leave it, peace!


Porto Novo

Posted by Gaurav On Friday, June 24, 2011 0 comments

This weekend I will be heading to Parakou, a city about 6 hours from the capital of Cotonou, in central Benin. Thinking about this last night, I realized that I still have not written about my trip to Porto Novo, 3 weekends ago. But, better late than never! Getting this trip down in ink would be a good idea because it’s probably been my most adventurous experience in Benin. You cna also expect a post about my time in Parakou when I get back as well :)


I travelled to Porto Novo with my buddy Stephen, who is doing a volunteer placement in Cotonou. On Saturday morning I headed down to Cotonou and then we caught a bus at the market going to Porto Novo. It is about an hour and a half long drive, and it’s really gorgeous because there are plenty of lagoons and stretches of open greenery on the way there. It was nice to just sit and chat with Stephen a bit, especially since we talked a lot about how different it is for us here than back home in Montreal. The ride was therapeutic for me, because there was finally someone who could relate to a lot of what I had been feeling.
Porto Novo is the official capital of Benin, but that designation is a little cloudy because the seat of government is Cotonou. All of the embassies are in Cotonou as well, but the official government buildings are in Porto Novo. It’s a smaller city of about 200,000 people compared to Cotonou’s 2 million. It’s generally considered to be a cleaner, nicer place than Cotonou as well. Since I was expecting that, I was kind of shocked by what we saw when we finally got there. It seemed just like Cotonou, except less crowded. However, I learned that I had to hold off judgement, because we had gotten off at the wrong stop and ended up on the outskirts of the city, rather than the downtown area. 

For our first sight, we decided to visit the Ethnographic Museum. Previously I had been to two museums in Ouidah, and this was by far the better experience, mostly because the guide spoke English. I learned a lot about Beninois culture and the voodoo religion. Pictures were strictly forbidden, but they had some really cool masks that used to be used in religious ceremonies for different purposes. Most masks were carved out of a single piece of wood. One such elaborately carved mask, about the size of a small projector style TV had a monkey bearing a terrifying facial expression carved into the surface. Once this mask was placed on an individual, that person had to die. The Fa of the community (the rough equivalent of an Oracle in ancient Greek tradition), would receive a message from God telling him who had to don the mask. There was a set up of a typical residence of a Fa, showing a tableau of figures participating in a Fa reading. Really cool stuff.
After the museum, we spent time wandering around downtown (we just stumbled upon it), checking out a church that we found and park at the heart of the city. One thing I noticed in Porto Novo was an abundance of mosques. I think we sighted at least 8, and this is a big change from largely Voodun Ouidah and Roman Catholic Cotonou.  About 20% of Benin’s population is Muslim, 50% Voodun, and 30% Christian (mostly Roman Catholic). 

After waiting about an hour and a half for an overpriced dinner, we headed to a hotel. We found, tracked, and murdered about 5 massive roaches in our room before going to bed, but the night was generally still quite paranoia filled and uncomfortable for me. Thankfully, we were outta there in the morning and back in the city. We consulted our list of sites to see and decided that it would be a good idea to visit the Songhai centre for stability, so we caught a couple motos going there.

I can honestly say that the Songhai centre is the most impressive infrastructure I have seen in Benin. The centre is a huge complex of housing, agricultural, and power generating buildings. The people who work on the farms and with the animals live in the complex. It creates its own power and so it sustains its own operation. There is a visitor’s centre with a restaurant selling food made exclusively from the produce of the centre, and the list goes on. Unfortunately, the centre was closed for Sunday, so we had to sneak in and didn’t benefit from a guide. 

We had some fruit at the restaurant but decided not to have lunch there and took off for this place supposedly close to the government buildings, Place Bayol, but it ended up being the same park we had visited the day before! Thankfully the moto drivers took a route that showed us where the government buildings could be found. After seeing the main government building, and the much less impressive others, we visited another park close by where we were delighted to find monkeys J We hung out there for a while and then took off to explore the city a bit more on foot. We had an awesome lunch at this roadside place, and got to see many brilliant mosques and churches. By the end of the day, we realized that we had stumbled upon every tourist site in the city, and then some! 

Tourism in Benin is not like it would tourism back home. To be honest, there’s not as much to see, just because the museums and similar tourist attractions are still quite underdeveloped. A lot of the older buildings have been destroyed or poorly maintained. Some of the best moments of the trip came just from walking through the city itself: I remember one time me and Stephen had to walk single file through a crowded market, and just taking in all the sights, sounds, and wide array of smells while being trapped so claustrophobically was such an experience. Since Porto Novo was quite small, all the sights were accessible by foot and so we didn’t have to take transportation from place to place, which just added to the experience. And finally, I ended up spending about 45 bucks on the whole trip. Not bad for a weekend away! 

Here I've included some pictures which will have to suffice until I take the time out to put a slideshow into this page with more pictures. :)
More coming soon!


Having Younger Siblings (Now with Contest)

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As the baby child in a family of six, I’ve never really understood what it meant to have younger or baby siblings. It’s something I’ll never experience fully, but living in a host family with 3 younger kids is the closest I think I’ll ever get to it. Forgive me if this is a bit of a boring post, but the dynamics of having younger siblings is so unique and interesting to me that I had to spend some time talking about this.


I get to observe how the baby always gets his way (now I understand why I was resented by my sisters), all the sibling infighting, and daily ups and downs first hand. Sometimes the patience of Yannick and Melissa when dealing with Aristotle amazes me – they will endure random abuse, hair pulling, and spitting as if it is nothing. Aristotle cries about everything and I often get so annoyed by him, but the next moment he will do something so adorable that all is forgotten.

So much is always expected out of Yannick and Melissa as well, and they seem to handle being pulled away from what they’re doing to go help their mom so well. Melissa a bit less, but to be fair she is younger than Yannick at 12 by about 3 years, at 8. Their relationship is so entertaining to observe. Yannick is a little too cool for Melissa, and is always jokingly asserting himself as the clear superior, which often results in hilarity when Melissa outdoes him. It is so interesting to note how much he changes when 17 year old Alberique is at home, to be in his favour! 
Being young - caption contest in the comments... winner gets a small souvenir!

Melissa and Yannick chase each other around the house, always playfully – I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen them fight. Aristotle no doubt joins in, never wanting to miss out on the fun. Right now Yannick is using the classic “run circles around a central object” method to avoid Melissa’s chase. I was a student of that style myself about 8 years ago, on the other side of the world... some things are universal. It makes me feel so nostalgic! 

Melissa and Yannick will have their moments where they team up to tease Aristotle as much as they can without making him cry – their method of exacting revenge on him always getting his way. I’m not gonna lie, it looks pretty fun. But it’s all in good spirits and all is forgiven by the time dinner rolls around... only to start again the next day! 

I can write so much on this subject, but I guess the point of it is that I miss being a kid. However, I have many memories of my own that I cherish and being able to life it again vicariously through this host family is satisfying enough for me, at least for now. Please leave comments! What’s your favourite childhood memory?


Let's Be Franc

Posted by Gaurav On Thursday, June 23, 2011 1 comments

A common theme throughout all of my posts has been perspective. Money is no different. In this post, I want to talk a bit about how I value the same amount of money so differently here than I would at home. This might be a common thing for those of you who had made trips to a country with a currency valued significantly less than your home currency. For me, this is a new occurrence.


The smallest coin of currency in Benin is the 5 FCFA coin (the equivalent of roughly 1 cent CAD). The bills start at 1000 FCFA and the largest bill is 10000 FCFA (the equivalent of roughly 20 dollars CAD). The fact that the largest bill in production is equivalent to our $20 bill speaks volumes about how much cheaper the cost of living is in Benin. In general, the trend is that everything except electronics is cheaper here than you would find in Canada. To illustrate this point: 700 FCFA is how much it costs to buy about 14 fresh pineapples at the local market, or scan one page of a document at the local cyber.

What does all of this mean for me, someone used to a whole different currency? I probably hadn’t eaten 14 pineapples total in my life before coming here, and I’ve never paid anything to use a scanner. Well first and foremost, the large numbers, and to a greater extent the fixed mindset of 100 cents in a dollar has led me to be stingier with my money here. I treat the 100 FCFA coin as if it had the worth of a dollar (I think that is how the locals treat it as well, at least from what my friend Stephen and I have deduced).

Now it might seem ironic, and downright cheap that I am shying from spending money here, especially given the economic situation of Benin and its people. However, I don’t know if I would be so protective of my money if it weren’t trying to be scammed from me every second! I take the same route to the orphanage every day and I still have taxi drivers trying to charge me double the normal price. As soon as you’re recognized as white, the price for everything (especially any souvenirs, etc) is hiked up about 4-5x higher than it normally is. Even though I enjoy bargaining, knowing that you’ll never get it down to the price a local would pay gets frustrating after a while.

The concept of change here is also very foreign. I’ve waited 10 minutes for change for a 2000 FCFA bill only to be told that they don’t have any, and that was at a bar and not a street vendor. I’m thoroughly convinced that there are more 100 FCFA coins in circulation than 50, 25, and 5 FCFA coins combined. Even in the rare event that they do have change, if the amount they owe you is reasonable (less than 200 FCFA), they will just pretend they don’t have any. You can ask a driver how much it costs to go somewhere, and they will often just avoid the question and request a ridiculously high amount after they drop you off. After a while, this constantly having to be on your guard really gets to you and just becomes second nature! Sometimes I lose myself in arguments about such small amounts of money that when I take a step back and think about what I’m actually arguing over in terms of Canadian money, I feel embarrassed. Of course not everyone is always trying to cheat me out of my money, but it happens often enough.

It is kinda pleasant seeing price labels and stuff occasionally at the supermarket. I’m sure when I get back to Canada, I will appreciate knowing that I’m charged the same price for a pastry at Tim Hortons as the customer before me a lot more than I have in the past. Here in Benin, you can forget about paying tax with a purchase. I wouldn’t mind paying taxes because the government would benefit a lot from revenue like that but because of the change issue, I think that would be a nightmare. And it’s not like it could be enforced anyway, with the majority of Benin’s businesses being street side or marketplace vendors without licenses to sell anything. Finally, when the vendors aren’t trying to take your money, they are significantly nicer and more polite than the majority of cashiers you’d find in Canada. They always take out a bit of time to chat and I just find that buying stuff here is much more memorable because of that interaction. 

When all is said and done, after I put this post up at the cyber I’ll probably stop someone carrying a tray of pineapples on their head, pay them 50 FCFA (or about 10 cents Canadian) and watch as they peel the pineapple for me so I can eat it fresh, holding it like corn on the cob.  Now that’s customer service you can’t get at Tim Hortons.   


Dix choses que j’ai appris cette semaine : édition 4.

Posted by Gaurav On Monday, June 20, 2011 0 comments

           Finalement, après une telle attente, je suis prêt donner vous ma première affiche en la belle langue de Français. Je connais il y aura beaucoup des erreurs, mais quand même, il n’y a pas mal en essayant. Si vous voir quelque erreurs flagrant, n’hésitez pas me dire dans les commentaires. 


1.       Il y a une 250 pièce de monnaie. C’est bizarre que je n’aie pas vu l’avant, considérer que j’aie été au Bénin pour plus qu’un mois.       

2.       « Aller à la plage » vraiment signifie, « Épiler sable de votre chevelu pour les 3 jours suivantes ». Et mes chevaux sont 1 cm long.

3.       Le marché, et presque tout en Cotonou ne va pas dimanche à cause de le présence religieux dans la cité. J’ai appris cet à propos un dimanche trop retard.  

4.       Bien que « Amélie » peut-être un gagnant Oscar, le n’est pas un film pour famille. Et l’est bizarre. Encore, j’ai appris ça par le difficile chemin.

5.       Alberique étudie des informatiques. Tout ça temps j’ai pensé il était étudier gestion… mon français devais vraiment mal !

6.       Mon ami au cyber (il a 10 ans), trouve mon photo sur Facebook être « super funny ». Merci mec… je suis en train de prendre ça comme un complément.

7.       « Tu as faire un peu ? » n’est pas vraiment une expression français, à vrai dire, c’est un résultat de la directe traduction de la même expression en Fon, la langue locale.

8.       Le jeu de dames est plus lourd en stratégie que j’ai pensée.

Un autre type de nourriture durée, le termite volant
   9.       Mange les épis des mais, peut te donner un mal de tête. Oui, c’est aussi duré.

  10.   Vous saviez ça était venir : écrire en français est un casse-pied !




Je sais j’ai dit il y aurait deux affiches aujourd’hui mais à part du fait que personne ne se souci, honnête, écrire un affiche en français est assez pour moi ! Jusqu’à la prochaine fois !


Lazy Saturday

Posted by Gaurav On Sunday, June 19, 2011 1 comments

EDIT: This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but I ended up getting sidetracked on my way to the cyber because Yannick wanted me to whoop his butt in foosball again (thank you to the free foosball tables at |New |Rez, I.O.U.). So tomorrow there will be another two posts up. I figure I’ve gotta start being more productive and keeping this blog updated goes hand in hand with that. Enjoy!       


Today seems like it’s going to be a lazy Saturday, with me just spending the majority of my time hanging around with Alberique and Yannick watching TV movies and maybe playing a little soccer later. I thought I’d use the time to provide a little update on my day to day life here because I haven’t been posting much recently. 

I’ve kinda settled into a rhythm and I think after more than a month in Benin it’s safe to say that I have gotten used to my new setting and lifestyle. Of course there’s the odd thing here and there that catches you off guard, but that is what my 10 things I learned this week posts are for! I think my host family has gotten used to me to – it’s a lot less formal and I finally get to carry my own dishes back to the kitchen when I’m done eating without one of the kids being scolded because they didn’t do it for me.

Work is going ok. For the past couple weeks I’ve taken a step back from working on the website and applying for grants, instead working more with the children because their exams were taking place over this period. With the end of the last exams this week, I have gotten back to working on the website a bit, and looking at some more grants. I hope the site will be ready by the end of next week, but there’s still quite some work to put in. It’s kind of a bummer that I don’t really get around much, and most of my work is either in the orphanage or in front of my computer, but that’s the nature of work I guess. Going to the orphanage is pretty fun because the kids have started to open up to me a bit, and I’ve even made some friends on the route from the orphanage to the main road where I usually catch a moto from. 

I got a haircut this week! I avoided paying the “white people” price (5x the price of a regular haircut) because someone working at the place told me beforehand that I had to pay the regular price, and I stuck by that quote when the haircutter wanted me to pay up. I want to do a post on my concept of money here, because it’s funny how it changes when you come to a country with such depreciated currency (I think the exchange rate is currently somewhere around 459 FCFA to 1 US dollar).

One thing you really notice here is how much more important arts and entertainment is than you would expect it to be in one of the 30 poorest countries in the world. Personally, I had the perception that people would be more concerned with saving money or making money than they are, but most people I’ve met would rather spend the excess of their hard earned money either going out, buying credit for their cellphones, or purchasing expensive electronics – just like how we would back home.  But I guess humans are humans, and everyone needs time to relax and make the most of enjoying their lives. Besides, the people here are probably used to the rhythm of life here and so they might not a need for change as pressing as someone from a developed country might. 
Enjoying the arts and entertainment at Grand Popo during Festival Nonvitcha

Just one month here has made me used to this lifestyle, including the regular power outages and internet connection problems. It doesn’t even bother me anymore, and I kinda appreciate the chaos... it is difficult to explain. I even feel like I might experience a bit of a shock adjusting to life when I get back home. If one month can do that for me, imagine how I would feel if I grew up here? 

This is an interesting thought – some of the aspects of these people’s lives that many of us in the developed world are so appalled by may just be appalling because we aren’t used to them, not necessarily because they are negative. Many of the things we see as necessary might just be considered luxuries to the people here, or vice versa. The ability of the human body and psyche to adapt to its surroundings is truly amazing. Another lesson learned in Benin...

Please share your thoughts in the comments, and as always let me know if there’s anything specific you’re interested in hearing about!


Failure: A Complete Breakdown

Posted by Gaurav On Friday, June 17, 2011 1 comments

This is a blogpost I hope a lot of my readers will be able to relate to, and take something from. I know it’s great hearing about my adventures in Benin, but with life kind of settling in this past week, I thought it would also be helpful if I addressed a topic I’ve been meaning to write about for a while now – failure. A couple weeks ago, I got a rejection letter from McGill University telling me I was not admitted into Neuroscience, the program I had wanted to major in. I had set a goal at the beginning of the year to gain entry to it, and I failed. The following is by no means concrete advice – it’s just me organizing my thoughts on how I think would be best to approach failure, and everyone copes somewhat differently. So, without further ado, let’s get started.


Preparing for Failure

I know it sounds silly at first, but preparing for failure is one of the most important things you can do. The fact that everyone fails at something or another at some point in their life is unavoidable. In preparing for failure, you can often cushion the blow when you don’t reach your goal, allowing you to bounce back quicker and set goals all over again.

Preparing for failure involves thinking long and hard about expectations. When I say that it is inevitable that everyone fails at something, I’m not advocating that you expect to fail. Just the same, you should never expect to succeed. I’ve come to a conclusion about expectations through reflection and experience. To make this a little easier to show than a big fat paragraph, I’ve summarized my thoughts into this table below:
As you can tell I’m not a huge fan of expectations. Now, an opposing view to my opinion might go something like, “But Gaurav, what about when you are expected to fail, but then you go ahead and succeed, isn’t that a positive thing?” Yes, that is a positive thing, but it happened in spite of the expectation, rather than because of it. Expectations are often thought of as a type of motivation, but I’m of the opinion that that motivation comes from the final stage of success or failure, and motivation’s correlation with expectations is purely coincidental. I will get into more about why I’ve come to this conclusion, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The point is that in order to best prepare for failure, you must temper expectations. Notice that I used the word “temper” instead of “eliminate”. It is human nature to hold expectations, so unfortunately it is something we all have to deal with. When you are working towards a goal, try to imagine both scenarios and your reaction to either attaining your goal or falling short. So, preparing for failure means knowing that it is possible, thinking about that scenario, and imagining how you will react.

Coping With Failure

No matter how much you prepare for failure, once it hits, it is never easy to take. Coping is an important stage of failure because oftentimes emotions ride high after you set a goal and you are unable to accomplish it. If you don’t take some time to understand and work through these emotions, they can often complicate understanding or learning from your failure, or even worse linger and settle as negativity.

The first thing is to accept the onslaught of emotions. When I got the news that I didn’t get into Neuroscience, I was devastated. My emotions went from a plunging feeling of despair deep down inside of me, to being angry at the selections committee, and then shortly afterwards being angry with myself. If you repress these emotions and try to instead immediately focus on the positives of a failure, you might feel better in the short term, but eventually those feelings will resurface. It’s kinda like when Homer Simpson had those wart things popping out of his neck that he pushed back in every time he was angry, only to eventually lose it. Learn from the Simpsons, and don’t let this happen to you.

As important as allowing yourself to feel negative after a failure is, you must move past this stage. Sometimes this just happens naturally, but it can also be difficult to do when you suffer a major setback. Personally, I find talking it out with someone else is the best way to get over feeling negative. Other people often provide good insight or opinions, but mostly, just the fact that they are there to listen is the best part. In my future studies, I want to learn exactly why getting things off your chest and sharing your thoughts with other people makes you feel so much better, because it is interesting how effectively it works.

Another thing to consider is whether your failure is actually something to be upset about. It’s interesting to note that feelings associated with different types of failure are very culturally dependent. In our individualist culture, we value standing out from the crowd and being individually successful. However, in some collectivist cultures, if you failed at being personally successful, this would be viewed as an opportunity to avoid the shame of standing out from the crowd and leaving behind your friends and family. Sometimes seeing things from another perspective, and noticing just how arbitrary the feelings you associate with failure are, can help you feel better as well. 

Analyzing Failure

 After you have coped with your failure, you are in the state of mind to analyze it. Why should we analyze our failures? It’s pretty self explanatory: you have to understand what went wrong if you want to prevent it in the future. If you begin this stage too early while you are still highly emotional, pointing fingers and making excuses can become a part of your analysis, rendering your failure difficult to learn from.

So how exactly can you analyze your failure? Well firstly, it is important to gauge how much responsibility you hold in your failure. For example, in failing a class you should take a lot more responsibility for your result than if you failed to win a multimillion dollar lottery. To make this judgement, you need to understand what factors played into your failure, and group them as within your control and out of your control. 

Let’s take Joe for example, an imaginary figure who fails his physics class. After failing the course, Joe determines a list of core factors that contributed to his failure.

Factors
1.       Getting sick a day before the final exam
2.       Not turning in a couple of homework assignments
3.       His teacher was a harder marker than other physics teachers
4.       Never asking questions in class or going for extra help even though he didn’t understand
5.       It was his birthday the weekend before his midterm

Joe came up with these factors by comparing the things he did differently in this class with the other classes he was in during the same time, as well as the physics courses he had completed in the past. He decides that factor 1 was out of his control, because he didn’t do anything before his exam that would make him more vulnerable to getting sick than normal. He also decides that factor 3 was out of his control, because he didn’t choose his instructor. Finally he decides that factor 5 was out of his control because he doesn’t control when the midterms are placed and it was just bad luck. The other two, he admits, were his fault.

Now, many of you might see that factor 5 is not really out of his control. Although the midterm was right after his birthday, he could have started studying for his exam earlier since he knew his birthday was coming, or he could have put off the celebration for a week until his midterm was over. All of this to say that you should often check your groupings with someone else, just to make sure you aren’t too lenient or too harsh on yourself.

Anyways, now that Joe has grouped the factors, he has to decide what he could have done about the things that were in his control. There is no use worrying about factors beyond his control because usually they are exceptional and won’t recur on a regular basis. He can’t do anything about them! To find a better model for the things he needs to approve on, Joe should look towards other times he has succeeded at something similar, or how other people around him did well in his Physics course. Personally, if I usually do well at something and there is a time when I fail, I prefer focusing on my own experiences of past success because sometimes what works for others isn’t what works for me. Regardless of the situation, keeping an open mind when talking to others will only benefit you in the end, giving you more avenues to learn from your mistakes.


Moving On

After feeling negative, analyzing your mistakes and then learning from them, you must prepare to move on. Setting goals after a failure is one of the most important things you can do. In my case, my goal is to re-apply for Neuroscience in the coming year with better marks and a stronger essay, and take a second crack at getting in. In Joe’s case, his goal might be to retake the physics course and ace it, or to choose a different course and make up for the fail with an excellent mark. Only by setting new and attainable goals will you have the motivation to succeed, and the opportunity to use the knowledge you have acquired from your previous failure. Now although this post is about dealing with failure, this paragraph is also perfectly applicable to success. After you bask in your success a little bit and go over the things that made you successful, you’ve got to set a new goal to put what you’ve learned to use.

 Finally I wanted to revisit the idea that expectations do NOT provide motivation. Expectations are passive and encourage being passive, but motivation is active and so is goal setting. For example, if an Olympic high jumper sets a goal to clear a 3m bar, they will train harder and harder to achieve that goal. However, if the jumper develops an expectation that they can clear a 3m bar easily, or even the expectation that they will never be able to make a 3m jump, they might train less vigorously or might stop training altogether because they already have an expectation. I hope this example explains how goal setting encourages motivation, and expectations can discourage motivation.

I hope this post is of value to some of my readers – it certainly helped me organize my thoughts on success and failure. Although I don’t expect anyone to take notes on this and then make a list of factors to analyze their failures every time, I broke it down with the hope that going through this process might provide a logical framework for most situations. I personally have never written out a list of factors (although it is a good idea now that I think about it), but I definitely go over that stuff in my head when I’m reflecting on my experiences. Anyways, here’s to hoping you set goals and work hard enough that you don’t have to think about this post when it comes to the things that matter most to you.

                Best of luck! 


10 Things I Learned this Week, Edition 3

Posted by Gaurav On Thursday, June 16, 2011 1 comments

So, I am aware that this edition is late, and that I haven’t posted on my blog in over a week. Let me assure you that this is not because I have given up on the blog. I`ve been shown so much support that every day that passed without me posting, I felt extremely guilty. Although I`ve just been busy in general, I also have been preparing a long post about dealing with failure. Hopefully I will get my act together and have it up tomorrow. But for now, here are the 10 things I learned this week:

A vendor at the market in Porto Novo.


      1.       TV here is really diverse. On the same channel, I`m watching a kung-fu movie from the 70s before I leave for the day, and watching CBC and Nollywood (Nigerian) movies by the time I’m home.

      2.       Papaya has the consistency of avocado.


      3.       Aristotle will stop at nothing to injure himself. Last week he swallowed a 10 FCFA coin. I saw the x-rays, and its hanging around in his stomach – the poor kid might need surgery.

      4.       Friends are actually really easy to make here, and if you hang around somewhere long enough people will ask for your number to hang out sometime later.

      5.       So that’s what salt water tastes like... and feels like in your cuts.

      6.       Don’t play in the sand if you’re wearing double layered track pants with a hole in one layer (L)

      7.       It’s possible to have more coconut milk than you can handle, with this realization coming halfway through only my second coconut.

      8.       The legal age for driving a moto is how long it takes you to grow tall enough for your feet to reach the pedals. Yannick is 12 and he drives like a veteran.

      9.       I’m lucky I didn’t do my schooling in Benin, because the biology exams here are all long answer. I don’t envision myself writing any “Long Answer Strategies” posts anytime soon.

     10.   The orphanage I’m working with is actually very well off in comparison to many orphanages in this country. Some of the kids even have family that takes them in when they are done the school year. Of course, the issue now is that the orphanage needs constant funding to remain at this level, and that’s why I’m helping look for funding to start a sustainable project at the orphanage.


Ok! That’s all for this week. I see that I kind of went on a bit of a rant on the last point there but oh well. Check back soon because I’m going to start making up for my week of missed posts!


10 Things I Learned this Week, Edition 2

Posted by Gaurav On Monday, June 6, 2011 2 comments

Here comes the second edition of 10 things I learned this week. I learned plenty of lessons since the last post, with a weekend in Ouidah first, followed by another week or work and host family, culminating with a trip to Porto Novo (the capital of Benin) this past weekend. Hope you enjoy!


1. Next time I pay a guide a ton of money to show me around some places, I should make sure they can speak English.


"Donnez-m’en pain!" - What the Beninois Think of Me

Posted by Gaurav On Friday, June 3, 2011 1 comments

                A couple posts ago, in the comments it was requested that I write a little bit about how the locals perceive me, (first and foremost) a Westerner, spending time in their country. This is a great question because to be honest, I hadn’t thought about it before coming here. However, within the first week, I realized that the foreigner dynamic was going play a massive role in my experience here.

                Let me start by saying, that here in Benin, the people are much more concerned with the world outside of their country than an average person from North America would be. This is simply because their lives are more affected by what goes on around them our stable lives in North America are. For example, if the US were to get involved in another war, it would be news in Canada but barring Canada’s entry into the war, our lives would stay pretty much the same. However, in Benin, another war would mean the US might reduce its international aid budget in order to fund the military, and Benin could suffer greatly from it. You see the words “development”, and “international aid” everywhere, from stickers adhered to the bakery walls to the sample paragraphs in English textbooks. Simply put, Benin relies on other countries in the world for help, and this has become assimilated into the Beninois culture itself.

                This is important to consider when thinking about how Benin’s locals see foreigners. If you noticed someone new and from a different country at your high school who has come to be a TA, you might be interested to know what moved them to come there. In Benin, you’re almost assumed to be an international volunteer as a foreigner. This may just be my particular experience, but local people don’t really care for listening to me when I’m sharing my job description – they’re just not interested. So what are they interested in? Not where you’re from, how old you are, or what you are studying.

Its money they care about. In the past two days, every local I`ve been approached by has started with the question, “what did you bring for me?” (Possibly before then as well, but now I can understand it). If someone asked me this in Canada, I might be taken aback, but here, it just makes sense. If you struggled to make enough money from day to day while living in one of the poorest 30 countries in the world, you would probably jump at the opportunity for some help. In fact, the title of this blog is actually a reference to the final sentence of the children`s song I talked about earlier, and it means, “give me some bread!” This is yet another example of how aid from foreigners has become part of the fabric of their lives.

Since everyone here thinks that I am rich (I guess relatively, I am), it makes sense that they are less interested in me, and more interested in what I can do for them. It’s like your local politician: they’ve got so much influence that you are more concerned about what they can do for you than their personal agendas. The Beninois who are better off aren’t too interested in who I am either, because they have seen many like me come and go from their country.

A street vendor close by the Gate of No Return and one of her children.
So I guess the answer is, it has been sort of underwhelming how little the people are concerned with me or my work here. I am used to being recognized or appreciated for contributing to volunteer work, but that’s just not how it is here. This isn’t because the people here are rude or unappreciative, it’s merely because for them it has become a normal part of everyday life, and they have more important things to be concerned about than the coming and going of every international volunteer they see.

What is the greater impact of this? Well first off, there’s no way for me to be sure that every volunteer here has a similar experience in interacting with the locals, so I can’t say. I don’t even know if I’m in the majority. However, no one who I have talked to about this has been surprised. If my experience does hold true to the norm, then it’s probably a negative thing for the future of in-country volunteer work here, simply because people are used to being appreciated more and may not feel inclined to return. There are other problems here that might discourage people from volunteering but I’ll save that for another post.

It’s an unfortunate situation, and ultimately it all boils down to Benin being a developing country to begin with. This is something I try to keep in mind whenever I become frustrated with my volunteer position here, lack of appreciation, or anything of that sort. Besides, being appreciated is much less important than helping those in need. Hopefully this has answered your question Raj! Thanks for the comment, and to everyone else, please tell me what you want to hear about! Until then.   


Family Matters

Posted by Gaurav On 3 comments

Dance recitals. Home cooked food. Curfews. These are the tangible things that make living in a family beautiful, but there’s much more to it. The truth is family is probably one of the best sources of support you will receive in your life. I want to use this post to speak a little about how my time here in Benin has made me grow to appreciate the nuances of living in a family environment unlike I have ever before.

My family is my prime source of information when it comes to navigating Ouidah, my best opportunity to practice French (and learn some Fon). Mostly though, because in what can sometimes seem like a dauntingly different environment, I can always return home and find comfort in knowing that I can find some familiarity there. Mama will be working away, cooking or cleaning, Aristot will be doing everything in his potential to distract her from such, and Yannick and Melissa will be watching the latest episode of “El Diablo”. There’s something to be said for having multiple siblings around as well... it feels like it did back when I was still in primary school... everyone would go their own ways during the day, only to come together for dinner every single night. It’s an amazing feeling to be accepted into someone else’s family like you are one of their own. It makes you believe in the universality of humanity all that much more.      

                  Although my host family has been instrumental in helping me realize the value of family, my time at the orphanage has contributed equally. Although the children of the orphanage have developed a companionship and a stand up for each other no-matter-what attitude, the sheer number of them means that they cannot develop the same intimate bonds that siblings share. The meagre staffing consisting of Mr. Serge and Raphael cannot fulfill the parental needs of the children. This is obvious when I compare how Aristot never leaves Mama’s sight as soon as she’s home, whereas each child says “bonsoir”, to Mr. Serge when he arrives and goes back to what they were doing moments later.  

The kids in the most difficult situation are the girls. They do not have any consistent female role model to look up to. Because let’s face it, when we are young, that’s what our parents are. They are some of the few adults we know, and we spend a majority of our time around them, so it’s only natural that we would model ourselves after them. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” is the saying, but what happens when there is no tree to begin with? 

                Those of us who have been nurtured by families often take that fact for granted and complain about our brothers (or lack thereof), sisters or parents. I know I complain, and probably will continue to from time to time. But truth be told, even if they can sometimes make you upset, just the fact that they were even a part of your life to begin with – that is a privilege in itself. That is something my experience in Benin will never allow me to forget.

Below I've included some photos of my host mom and sister. You can find pictures of my host dad and two of my brothers here.

My host mama.

Melissa! The dancing superstar.