Le blog des stagiaires d’Alternatives

Ici, il m’est impossible d’étancher ma soif. J’ai l’impression de marcher dans un désert où les sources d’approvisionnement sont homogènes et insatisfaisantes.
Un emblème mondial, une compagnie qui laisse sa marque. Partout on affiche : Disfruta Coca Cola.
Leur drapeau rouge et blanc de conquistador me laisse en bouche un goût amer, partout où je vais. Dans cette ville, démunie de système de filtration des eaux, Coca Cola semble être l’alternative.
Pourtant, on se rappelle que c’est cette même compagnie, qui en Inde, assèche des puits, qui épuise des cours d’eau partout en Amérique du Sud et qui opère un quasi-monopole de la canne à sucre partout dans le monde pour satisfaire sa production…
Une production qui demande toujours plus pour nourrir le géant Coca Cola et qui laisse des milliers de ventres vides.
Pourtant, c’est aussi cette même multinationale qui a assassinée en Colombie, le pays voisin de l’Équateur, des travailleurs qui voulaient et veulent encore se syndicaliser.
Pour les pro-syndicats, c’est la guerre de David contre Goliath. C’est des allures de croisade que prend l’expansion de Coca Cola.
Et on se rend, on baisse les armes, on ferme les yeux devant cet envahisseur.
Et que son règne soit fait, sur la terre comme au ciel.
Son monopole provoque un désastre alimentaire, où l’on dirait que les pays du sud en sont les principales victimes. ..
L’étendard de Coca Cola veille. Dessèche les puits et assoiffe les principes d’équité sociale.
Et…
Nous sommes tous complices de sa perfide ascension, qui réside sous d’autres identités comme Minute Maid, Nestlé ou Fanta.

Question de langage, elles n’ont pu se comprendre vraiment, et la conversation s’est arrêtée là sans pouvoir aller plus loin. C’est qu’elles ne s’entendaient pas sur un mot, un seul. Pas à cause de la langue, mais à cause du langage, à cause de la définition de ce mot.

Féminisme.

Je vois comment il faut être prudent avec les mots. Les mots disent parfois plus que ce que l’on croit. Avec le temps, depuis leur naissance, ils se complexifient. Parfois, ils signifient peut-être trop, quand un mot en vaut mille pour l’expliquer, pour le comprendre. Imaginez une image…

Anouk et Pauline en tournage

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Projet d’innovation et d’anticipation, le jardin sur le toit de radio Kayira à Bamako est à la fois un projet de développement visant à favoriser les initiatives collectives et individuelles de la société civile autour des diverses problématiques touchant l’agriculture urbaine et périurbaine au Mali.

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It’s so interesting that the reason we came here was for FOOD security and FOOD sovereignty. We are also pushing the education of Rights to FOOD. All of the topics based on FOOD, yet it seems to me they know more about food here than we do individually. Food isn’t only a way to live, but it’s a way of life.

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Le temps file. Les évènements s’empilent. Le blogue suivant fut rédigé en partie il y a trois semaines, et terminé hier soir.

Samedi matin, Puerto Limòn, arrondissement Centro Poblado, petite communauté de deux mille sept cent âmes, à vingt minutes de Santo Domingo. Les yeux encore alourdis de la nuit dernière, nous revenons lentement à nos corps, entassés à l’intérieur du taxi qui roule deux fois trop vite pour la petitesse de la route et la précarité des courbes. Une vingtaine de jeunes nous attendent dans une petite classe pour leur premier atelier de communication. Beaucoup moins de temps avec eux, nous ferons, espérons-le, de courtes histoires en trois plans de caméra sur leur réalité, leur village, leur vie.

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So if food is in need of defense and security, from whom or what do they need defending, is the question that I ponder strongly? I myself have a vague idea from who it would need defending, but according to the book “In Defense of Food”, by Micheal Pollan, brings up the idea that, with the influence of “Scientific Nutritionism”, we have shift our eating lifestyle from not just eating food, but to eating valuable nutrients. With that I feel we are becoming more dependent on the advice of nutritionist, and as a result delivering a “Narrow concept of physical health”(Pollan, M). He continues to say that food appears to be now a matter of “Biology” eating scientifically by the nutrient and the number under guidance of “experts”. To me food is equivalent to eating: for pleasure, with family, as a community, including expressing our cultural identity. Eating to me has been about culture, bodily health, but with nutritionism on the rise has changed our eating and I believe has elevated sickness (diabetes, obesity etc.) in the lives of eaters. Many people have access to food but with the advice of nutritionist, in my opinion may not necessarily or exactly have access to Food, nonetheless the idea that nutrients is more important than food itself. But with our minds conditioned to think nutrients instead of food; could this be a lack of food security or a sense of insecurity? So what is food security? Is it eating the right amounts of cholesterol, eating saturated fats, eating high or low amounts of calories or, is it having the accessibility to eat whatever we want whenever we want without scientific nutritional values hanging over our heads which “secure” our eating. Is it “secure” to say, eat only saturated fats, lower your cholesterol in order to eat healthy. Or is it secure to say, that it has become a sense of agribusiness to make processed foods that contain the suggested amount of nutrients to maintain “good health”. Why does it matter the amount of nutrients consumed in a single meal and why not focus on just eating natural grown foods that are God’s gift to mankind. While the majority of Americans scramble to eat carbohydrates or foods full in protein, the majority of Africans scramble to eat food period.

Since my first walk through Dakar (y’know the most exhilarating one where most of the group, I included, spent their time taking pictures of the pebbles on the road and related superfluous stuff). I’ve noticed the outrageous amount of exercise around me: women, men and children of all ages smilin’ and sweatin’ (and NOT because of the heat).
People are running barefoot on the streets while others are wearing name-brand running shoes. A man walking along a main road will simply drop to the ground to do 20 push ups and keep walking. The national sport is la lutte senegalaise and I recently watched a pay per view fight while drinking some super strong tea with my neighbours. The match is between Papa Sow and Ness (two of the most monstrous wrestlers I’ve ever seen):

There’s a variety of other activities too: some youth choose to jump rope on the beach (be jealous) while a group of children amuse themselves running with rolling tires on the dirt…
Strong young women are shooting hoops in a full-sized b-ball court outside of the youth center I’m typing in while a group of young ones scoring goals in a makeshift sandy football field across the street. I can hear a group of Senegalese teenagers dressed in white tae kwan do uniforms screaming ‘yaaah’ at the top of their lungs while swinging punches and spin kicks in their martial arts classes. And the beach… omg… anyway… I can’t stop thinking’ and talkin’ about how fit these folk really are.
So how does exercise fit into the daily Senegalese routine? A majority of people exercise in the morning (6-9 a.m.) or the evening (5-8 p.m.) … before and after work or school because of the extreme heat at the peak of the day – it is a desert climate after all. I’m trying to run nowadays along the highway with a couple of running buddies that I’ve made in preparation for the Oasis Marathon in September. Yet, most of the people I informally interviewed don’t have many concrete training goals apart from staying ‘en forme’ and feelin’ good with their friends.

Two weeks ago, we begun our Micro-Gardening project in Liberte 6. Our trainer as well as the brain behind the project, Mme Diouf, known as Mama Africa, started out by teaching us how to build a table from scratch. The sheer experience of assembling these tables, adding the tube that will evacuate the excess water, cutting the wood and hammering in the nails, was empowering. What amazed us the most was the substitute for earth ; peanut shells and rice . The vegetables, fruits and herbs cultivated are 100% organic and pesticide free. The material used as an earth alternative is waste from foods commonly used in Senegalese gastronomy, and thus, the costs involved in the project are reduced. The main expense remains the material used to build the table, as well as the initial purchase of seeds. The beauty of the project lays in its absolute self sustainability; once the tables are built, they can be reused for every other cultivation, and once the plants are harvested, their seeds are cultivated for the next batch. Mme Diouf fervently believes in training as many people as possible, she believes micro gardening can be the difference between being malnourished and being well fed. “Le Micro- jardinage peut eradiquer la faim en Afrique.” she says. Micro-gardening can eradicate hunger from Africa. Whether this agriculture project can be maintained at a larger scale is questionable. One thing is sure, those involved in the project experience its benefits everyday; working under the glaring sun, rain or shine, the women and men supplement their nutrition with fresh produce from the garden. Situated smack in the Urban midst of Dakar, Micro-gardening is like the pebble that creates ripples on the water; because of its high visibility, a population that has been removed from agriculture can now participate and experience food, from earth to the table.

Aujourd’hui, jour de solstice, j’ai tellement de choses à vous conter. La tempête d’hier soir qui a sue éclairer le ciel, malgré la noirceur et  la coupure du courant. C’était comme si toute la pluie au monde avait tombé en même temps. Et puis le lendemain, plus rien, le sol rapidement redevenu sablonneux et la chaleur qui s’était apaisée est revenue à grand coup de fouet.  Il y a aussi ces images de pauvreté, d’inégalité, ces nouvelles idées de projets et de rencontres. Ah ces magnifiques rencontres. Mais avant tout cela, je veux vous présenter Ishaka.  Puisqu’Ishaka, m’inspire et me nourrit l’espoir et l’amour que j’ai pour ce monde. Lire la suite →

Ouin, ouin, ouin, un nom ça voyage, ça voyage…

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