Viva Women !

In Japan, March 8 is a normal working day. Well this year, it was a normal sunday.

But in the world, it is an important day.

"International women's day"

In Burkina, the day is a national holiday !

Every year, there is a special textile for that day.

"Invest in women and girls for human and sustainable development"

Many women and even men wear clothes made with this textile on that day.

In Bobo, the mayor gave this textile to many working women for free.

At downtown, women paraded and at YANTA's centre, the women organised a party.

Dancing ♪

I missed it but they organised a football game between women and men.

Of course, our women won !

Like in Japan, in Burkina, women don't have equal rights or positions with men in the society.

It is always women who prepare meals, do housework, take care of kids etc.

Even so, compared to before, more women now can go out and work. So that now I can chat , process cashew nuts and make compost with them.

On that day, we hear often an unique conversation:

"Did you prepare a meal for your wife or your mom ?"

It is to appreciate everyday's woman's work. I doubt how many men did it but this conversation may be able to change something in the future !

Also, I hope this kind of day contribute to change people's mind and to give more equal opportunities to women.

Pig festa

There is a volonteer with who I came to Burkina together and works in Bobo (in different domain). She likes a lot animals.

She has (had) 3 cats, 1 dog, many chickens and a pig.

At the beginning of her stay, she wanted to have sheeps or donkies...

She take care of her pet with lots of love like her children.

But when she needs them, especially those that we call livestock or domestic animals, she can "use" them without any moral problem even though she brought them up with great care...

On March 1st, she sacrified her pig for some volunteers' farewell and our same term volunteers' reunion party.

How huge the pig was !

I wondered how much she used to feed it...

Outside (the skin) was very crispy.

The meat was so juicy with lots of fat.

There were about 20 people at the porc oven local restaurant.

Even that, we counld't eat it up then everyone got a full doggie bag.

At the end, it was hard to see its form...

I thought I wouldn't eat porc for a while... but the next day I was already eating some left over again...

I can't imagine how my stomach looks like!

You see ? I have no problem about food here in Burkina...