** this was supposed to be posted about 3 weeks ago when I wrote it, but internet has been down in Dogbo, so it's been a little delayed**
Well, I made it! Part of me is so proud and relieved I made it through my first year but another part of me wishes we had 3 months left because there's so much material left to cover. In the last few days of school I did smile when I realized how far my first years have come since the very beginning. They were writing full sentences with subjects and verbs and compliments and everything! Not all of them of course, hehe, but many! I don't feel anywhere near such progress with my second years, but I think that's a combination of poor and unuseful curriculum along with their behavioral problems. Oh well, I already talked to my counterparts and administration and I don't have to take that level next year!
In other news, since internet has been down in Dogbo I haven't been able to update as often as I would have liked. One fun adventure recently has been visiting some of my students' parents. I'm taking 10 girls to a summer camp we're organizing at the end of June and I needed to get permission slips signed. Of course for some parents I also needed to convince them to let their daughters leave with me. Unfortunately, one of my brightest girls refused my invitation and wouldn't even let me try to convince her parents because she thought they'd never accept.
The visits to the other 10 girls' houses were really varied in a lot of different ways. Some were a 2 minute walk from school, most about 10 or 15, and for one we had to walk down the "highway" for 45 minutes to get to her village 7 km away. Amazing that she walks it 4 times a day in extreme heat or pouring rain with taxis, motos, and trucks flying by. Some of the parents were young but some were very old. Most of them (especially the older ones) spoke no French at all and we used another family member as a translator. Some invited me into concrete houses to sit on a couch, while others pulled out a wooden bench from a mud hut. Interestingly, the younger they were and the more French they spoke the more questions they pressed me with and the more worried they seemed. I think the very old ones were just amazed to see a foreigner in their homes and willing to trust me with anything. One man got confused for a bit and thought I was taking his daughter all the way to the US. He seemed a little disappointed after that, hehe.
Overall, it was really fun and I feel like I understand each of my girls a little bit better. On the walks out to their houses we also passed lots of my other students' houses, who were both shocked and excited to see me. I think next year I'm going to encourage my students to invite me over to meet their families. I'm not sure how yet, but I'll figure something out.
On a sadder note, I learned a few weeks ago that one of my students died. His name was Doris. I had missed several weeks of school in April due to sickness and other Peace Corps obligations. My first day back, the kids were working quietly on an activity and I was silently taking attendance. When I said aloud, "Doris is absent," one of the boys closest to me just said "No, he died." So non-chalant, like as if he was saying, no, he's with the principal, or yea, he went to visit his uncle for the week. I kind of just paused and stared at them with my mouth wide open. "What??" I said. "Yea," a few replied, "he died." Most of them didn't even look up from their activity to partake in the conversation, but I think some who did were a little surprised by my response (as I was by theirs). It was as if they didn't know whay this was so hard for me to understand. I asked how and a few merely replied "mal au tete", which is basically "his head hurt." Hellloooo....that could mean 5 million things! I mean I guess I know it wasn't an accident or something. But yea, I think in my moment of shock someone was trying to comfort me by saying, "Yea, he was here Monday and Tuesday, and then never came Wednesday because he died."
I mean, really. It was just crazy. In truth I wasn't completely shocked by the death because Peace Corps warns us that students often die. I've even heard others talk about losing students this year (one had a "sick finger"). But of course it was/is still sad nonetheless and just as much shock comes from the students' response as from the death itself. I don't even know if the school officially announced it to them or if it just got around by word of mouth. But yea, I guess now I understand why at the professors' meeting at the end of every semester they announce for each class how many started, how many passed, how many failed, and how many died. What a different world.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
I need a vacation!
It’s been a busy few weeks. About 3 weeks ago I had the most exhausting and arduous Peace Corps workshop I’ll ever have, with 3 very full days of English textbook revision and re-writing. As I mentioned before, myself and 3 other English teaching volunteers were chosen by our boss to work with inspectors from the Ministry of Education to revise the current English books.
A few years ago, the Ministry abandoned the externally published books they were using and wrote new English books from scratch. They sought to make the program more student-based and less strictly structured with grammar and vocabulary. They never had native speakers edit the books, however, nor had any of the writers (Ministry of Ed inspectors) ever been taught in a classroom based on student practice and critical thinking. Additionally, we learned by working with the inspectors in Porto Novo that they can’t decide on any particular pedagogical ideology and there is no authority among them to develop and enforce one. As you can imagine, the books that were developed have huge inconsistencies, curriculum gaps, and typographical/spelling errors galore. They’ll have a dialogue presenting “can/can’t”, but no explanation or activity following to help students understand and practice. On the few occasions where a vocabulary list is actually given (rather than just random words dispersed in texts throughout the chapter), one often finds the word “etc…” at the end of it…meaning what, exactly?!? No idea. Good news though, we took those out.
The group at the workshop consisted of the 4 volunteers, 2 Beninese Peace Corps Education staff, and 3 inspectors (rather than the 7 who were supposed to come). Us four volunteers arrived in Porto Novo with no clue how much liberty we’d be given to basically re-write the books rather than just edit the abundant spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors. Well, since the four of us were the majority, the native speakers, the ones who have used real language textbooks, and the ones with real teaching experience in the nation’s villages with the current books, we kind of just took over and got to do much more than we expected. (Not to mention that our boss purposely chose four of the most opinionated young women volunteers unwilling to be disrespected or ignored any Beninese man). There were many discussions trying to discern and clarify exactly what approach the books were trying to take in the classroom and we really tried to understand and respect the original intents of the authors.
Then we split into 3 groups one PCV paired with one inspector to take and revise each of the three levels we were trying to edit. After nine hours my counterpart and I covered less than 30 pages. On day two, we abandoned the first and third levels to focus solely on finishing the second level because it hasn’t gone to press yet (the other two levels went to press last year full of errors). So, then each group worked on parts of the level and we decided to group edit at the end and allow for only major changes to be discussed. Then each editing group was given final say on its section (basically meaning that all was up for quick discussion, but we couldn’t allow the inspectors to get into a 30 minute discussion about everything and in the end we could veto it anyway). I say we took over, but the truth is that we actually proved ourselves to be pretty culturally adapted by being able to talk them into what we wanted. The key – make them think it’s all their idea and what they meant to say in the first place. Some individuals and topics proved more stubborn than others, of course, which is where my amazing boss stepped in and worked her magic. It’s an art really, and it took me a whole day and a half to realize that even if she pretended to be angrily shutting up one of the volunteers in an argument, she’d then just go on to calmly argue their point in different words and the inspector would agree every time. She’d show that she was deferring to the inspectors’ authority and in that she/we would no longer have to defer to their opinions.
Anyway, so by the end of the three pain-staking days we were all stir-crazy and slap-happy, but we mostly got the job done. If the files hadn’t been so corrupted and in Microsoft 95 format we could have finished completely. But since we’d lose 10 pages of updated changes at a time, it took until Monday to get all of our edits into the computer. But it’s done!! And hopefully next year all Beninese schools will have 50 copies of our revised manuals. The truth is that they still have light years to go and we’d need 6 months and experienced writers, but it’s still a huge step and I’m honored I got to participate.
As for the other two levels, yours truly has until the end of June to finish level 1 all by myself and then submit it to others for edits. Not gonna lie, really excited I can have the time, liberty, and access to my own lesson plans to do a major overhaul. But at the same time I can’t help but feel underqualified and overwhelmed. They just decided to end the school year over 2 weeks early (ridiculous Benin) so I’ll have time to get working soon. Only 1 week of class left!
A few years ago, the Ministry abandoned the externally published books they were using and wrote new English books from scratch. They sought to make the program more student-based and less strictly structured with grammar and vocabulary. They never had native speakers edit the books, however, nor had any of the writers (Ministry of Ed inspectors) ever been taught in a classroom based on student practice and critical thinking. Additionally, we learned by working with the inspectors in Porto Novo that they can’t decide on any particular pedagogical ideology and there is no authority among them to develop and enforce one. As you can imagine, the books that were developed have huge inconsistencies, curriculum gaps, and typographical/spelling errors galore. They’ll have a dialogue presenting “can/can’t”, but no explanation or activity following to help students understand and practice. On the few occasions where a vocabulary list is actually given (rather than just random words dispersed in texts throughout the chapter), one often finds the word “etc…” at the end of it…meaning what, exactly?!? No idea. Good news though, we took those out.
The group at the workshop consisted of the 4 volunteers, 2 Beninese Peace Corps Education staff, and 3 inspectors (rather than the 7 who were supposed to come). Us four volunteers arrived in Porto Novo with no clue how much liberty we’d be given to basically re-write the books rather than just edit the abundant spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors. Well, since the four of us were the majority, the native speakers, the ones who have used real language textbooks, and the ones with real teaching experience in the nation’s villages with the current books, we kind of just took over and got to do much more than we expected. (Not to mention that our boss purposely chose four of the most opinionated young women volunteers unwilling to be disrespected or ignored any Beninese man). There were many discussions trying to discern and clarify exactly what approach the books were trying to take in the classroom and we really tried to understand and respect the original intents of the authors.
Then we split into 3 groups one PCV paired with one inspector to take and revise each of the three levels we were trying to edit. After nine hours my counterpart and I covered less than 30 pages. On day two, we abandoned the first and third levels to focus solely on finishing the second level because it hasn’t gone to press yet (the other two levels went to press last year full of errors). So, then each group worked on parts of the level and we decided to group edit at the end and allow for only major changes to be discussed. Then each editing group was given final say on its section (basically meaning that all was up for quick discussion, but we couldn’t allow the inspectors to get into a 30 minute discussion about everything and in the end we could veto it anyway). I say we took over, but the truth is that we actually proved ourselves to be pretty culturally adapted by being able to talk them into what we wanted. The key – make them think it’s all their idea and what they meant to say in the first place. Some individuals and topics proved more stubborn than others, of course, which is where my amazing boss stepped in and worked her magic. It’s an art really, and it took me a whole day and a half to realize that even if she pretended to be angrily shutting up one of the volunteers in an argument, she’d then just go on to calmly argue their point in different words and the inspector would agree every time. She’d show that she was deferring to the inspectors’ authority and in that she/we would no longer have to defer to their opinions.
Anyway, so by the end of the three pain-staking days we were all stir-crazy and slap-happy, but we mostly got the job done. If the files hadn’t been so corrupted and in Microsoft 95 format we could have finished completely. But since we’d lose 10 pages of updated changes at a time, it took until Monday to get all of our edits into the computer. But it’s done!! And hopefully next year all Beninese schools will have 50 copies of our revised manuals. The truth is that they still have light years to go and we’d need 6 months and experienced writers, but it’s still a huge step and I’m honored I got to participate.
As for the other two levels, yours truly has until the end of June to finish level 1 all by myself and then submit it to others for edits. Not gonna lie, really excited I can have the time, liberty, and access to my own lesson plans to do a major overhaul. But at the same time I can’t help but feel underqualified and overwhelmed. They just decided to end the school year over 2 weeks early (ridiculous Benin) so I’ll have time to get working soon. Only 1 week of class left!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Baby Royale
She's basically the cutest (and cleanest!) Beninese baby ever
p.s. notice Jasper's friend the goat in the background, I'm happy to say he also made it through Easter and is still with us
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Easter Bunny Comes to Dogbo
Every Sunday morning that I'm out walking somewhere in Dogbo I always disappoint someone when they ask if I'm going to mass and I say no. Of course I don't know how they really feel about that response, but sometimes if they're going to or from mass themselves I feel I've especially let them down. When I feel really bad I explain that I'm Orthodox and they don't have my church here. I don't know if they've ever heard of it (probably not for most), but they understand the idea and accept the excuse. (Good thing I'm not posted in Eastern Europe or else that wouldn't work so well...hehe...)
But even though this past Sunday wasn't my Easter (which was also very interesting to explain to people), I thought it would be fun to bring a little bit of American tradition to my Catholic neighbors. So, the kids and I decorated Easter eggs and then they went on an Easter egg hunt in the front yard! The idea just came into my head a few days ago an I'm so glad it did because it was both easy and fun. Of course I had no egg dye so I spent Saturday trying to creatively come up with colored water to dye them. Well, neither colored frosting diluted in water nor bled markers did the trick, plus the eggs are brown, making it harder. So, in the end I just invited the 4 kids in to sit around my table (which would have been enough since I've never even done that before) and we drew on the eggs with markers.
At first they thought I was crazy but then they really got into it. The 9 year old boy, Jueslin, drew a great chicken and egg on one while the other kids were mostly just randomly scribbling. I even asked the 15 year old boy who was over doing my laundry if he wanted to join and he got so excited. He took a good 15 minutes to decorate his egg. I myself had forgotten how fun egg decorating can be, and I must say, some of mine came out super cute :-).
Anyway, so then I sent them home and told them the next activity would be in half an hour. Their mom knew I was going to hide the eggs, so she shut the windows and locked the door. I hid some in plants, others behind rocks or boards, and then others I sort of left in more plain sight. When I was finished they eagerly came to my door awaiting instructions. As they walked up, the 6 year old girl spotted one and pointing to it she said, "Kristin, it has fallen!!" "No!" I said, "it's not fallen, you found it!" Then I explained that Gloria had found the first one and they had to find 11 more. Jueslin is the only one who clearly understood I think, and the others just followed him for most of the hunt. Gloria found a few as well. Papa picked up 3 and I had to yell at him to stop because this was for the kids! As it began my other neighbors came out and were eager to watch and help count down as more were found. They even helped their 1 year old baby girl find one by their door. After about 20 minutes all the eggs were found and everyone had had a good time. Then I sent Jueslin to give all the eggs to his mother, which was actually a very big gift because eggs are quite expensive.
Well, after the hunt I explained to the kids that a big bunny had come and delivered me gifts for all of them. I received an Easter package about a week ago with a little pink bunny basket, fake green grass stuff, and jelly beans. So I stuffed that full and let each of the kids take a big handful of jelly beans and other candy. Then I sort of tried to show them the book of Peter Rabbit (which also came in the package), but since only Jueslin speaks basic French, they just sort of looked at the pictures and didn't say much. Either way, I know they enjoyed it all because a few hours later Jueslin excitedly asked if there were more Easter activities I had to share. Sadly I said no, but I can't wait to do it again next year!
But even though this past Sunday wasn't my Easter (which was also very interesting to explain to people), I thought it would be fun to bring a little bit of American tradition to my Catholic neighbors. So, the kids and I decorated Easter eggs and then they went on an Easter egg hunt in the front yard! The idea just came into my head a few days ago an I'm so glad it did because it was both easy and fun. Of course I had no egg dye so I spent Saturday trying to creatively come up with colored water to dye them. Well, neither colored frosting diluted in water nor bled markers did the trick, plus the eggs are brown, making it harder. So, in the end I just invited the 4 kids in to sit around my table (which would have been enough since I've never even done that before) and we drew on the eggs with markers.
At first they thought I was crazy but then they really got into it. The 9 year old boy, Jueslin, drew a great chicken and egg on one while the other kids were mostly just randomly scribbling. I even asked the 15 year old boy who was over doing my laundry if he wanted to join and he got so excited. He took a good 15 minutes to decorate his egg. I myself had forgotten how fun egg decorating can be, and I must say, some of mine came out super cute :-).
Anyway, so then I sent them home and told them the next activity would be in half an hour. Their mom knew I was going to hide the eggs, so she shut the windows and locked the door. I hid some in plants, others behind rocks or boards, and then others I sort of left in more plain sight. When I was finished they eagerly came to my door awaiting instructions. As they walked up, the 6 year old girl spotted one and pointing to it she said, "Kristin, it has fallen!!" "No!" I said, "it's not fallen, you found it!" Then I explained that Gloria had found the first one and they had to find 11 more. Jueslin is the only one who clearly understood I think, and the others just followed him for most of the hunt. Gloria found a few as well. Papa picked up 3 and I had to yell at him to stop because this was for the kids! As it began my other neighbors came out and were eager to watch and help count down as more were found. They even helped their 1 year old baby girl find one by their door. After about 20 minutes all the eggs were found and everyone had had a good time. Then I sent Jueslin to give all the eggs to his mother, which was actually a very big gift because eggs are quite expensive.
Well, after the hunt I explained to the kids that a big bunny had come and delivered me gifts for all of them. I received an Easter package about a week ago with a little pink bunny basket, fake green grass stuff, and jelly beans. So I stuffed that full and let each of the kids take a big handful of jelly beans and other candy. Then I sort of tried to show them the book of Peter Rabbit (which also came in the package), but since only Jueslin speaks basic French, they just sort of looked at the pictures and didn't say much. Either way, I know they enjoyed it all because a few hours later Jueslin excitedly asked if there were more Easter activities I had to share. Sadly I said no, but I can't wait to do it again next year!
In other news, life's been pretty alright. Jasper has been sick for 2 weeks now which has been exhausting, frustrating, and expensive. He seems to get a little better everyday, but he's still far from his old self. I'm also a horrible mother, because I left him at the vet tied to a tree for 2 weeks while I travel to the capital to attend 2 different Peace Corps workshops. The first one this week is myself and three other volunteers working with people from the ministry of education to rewrite the national English books. It's actually a big privilege and opportunity, and I know it's going to be a week full of hard work and likely quite a bit of frustration. To reward ourselves at the end we're going swimming on Saturday at the ambassador's pool and then I'll be in an eco-tourist village called Possotome visiting a fellow volunteer until Monday. He's actually Greek Orthodox too, so we've got plans to pull out some Easter traditions and have a big midnight feast! Then next week is a big workshop to plan summer training for the new volunteers. I can't believe they're coming in 3.5 months! Anyway, by the time I get back to post I'll have only 3 days of teaching in April and then just through May til the end of the school year. Crazy how time flies!
Monday, March 23, 2009
there really are no words...
It's been a rough week and a half. As most of you have probably heard through the grapevine or seen in the news, a volunteer was killed last week here in Benin. It was a shock in so many ways that it left me numb for days, and of course confusion and fear and anger still linger on.
The first shock came of course just with the new that she had died, without any details about how or when. Kate was honestly one of the most inspiring, genuine, and loving people I have ever met. She was an English teacher who arrived the year before me and she spent 5 out of 8 weeks working with our group during training. For 3 of those weeks she was assigned to watch and guide me in model school. It was Kate who taught me how to be a teacher. Her compassion, patience, and wisdom were immeasurable, and of all my fellow volunteers here, I looked to her as the one who I could always rely on for an empathetic ear, a calming smile, and encouraging advice. Along with the recent, unexpected deaths of two close family friends at home, it's been hard for me to cope with the fact that people so full of love and life can so quickly disappear.
Beyond the grieving and sense of loss, the second shock came 24 hours later, when it was announced to us that her death was not an illness or traffic accident (as most of us had expected). Rather, we learned that she had been intentionally killed in her home. I still struggle to bring myself to use the word murder.
It was and is a shock because Benin is not a dangerous place. Dogbo is safer at night than the streets of Chicago, and I do feel very protected by my neighbors and community. As much as white foreigners might sometimes be high targets for pick-pockets in bigger cities, the truth is that 99% of people really watch out for us. I constantly even get childish warnings about crossing the street or eating random street food. Of course now I'm a little uneasy as I take my morning jogs or have my door open in the evenings, but I think it's only natural -- like getting back into a car after a bad accident.
We've been given permission to travel as we'd like to be with other volunteers or even interrupt our service to go home to the U.S. for a while, but I only wish to be at post and return to daily life in Dogbo. Yes, our trust has been broken and our sense of security deeply shaken, but I think for me personally the choice is to start rebuilding it as soon as possible. Many of us will never be the same, but if Kate were here and we'd lost someone else, she'd be the first to inspire hope and understanding, and the last to harbor anger or blame.
In an article posted on ABC.com, Kate's parents commented that Kate loved it here and they don't want anyone to look at West Africa as violent or dangerous. I admire them so much for the wisdom and courage it took to make such a statement, despite their tragic loss. But then, I would expect nothing less from the parents of such a wise and amazing young woman. My heart goes out to them, and all of her loved ones around the world. Please know that we grieve with you and I'll never forget how her eyes twinkled with her joy for living.
I'd also like to say thank you to everyone who has sent myself and the other PCVs in Benin so much support. Current and former volunteers all over the world have contacted myself and others to let them know that we are in their thoughts and prayers, and it's nice to know that although our Benin Peace Corps community is so hurt, the rest of the Peace Corps community is right there with us.
The first shock came of course just with the new that she had died, without any details about how or when. Kate was honestly one of the most inspiring, genuine, and loving people I have ever met. She was an English teacher who arrived the year before me and she spent 5 out of 8 weeks working with our group during training. For 3 of those weeks she was assigned to watch and guide me in model school. It was Kate who taught me how to be a teacher. Her compassion, patience, and wisdom were immeasurable, and of all my fellow volunteers here, I looked to her as the one who I could always rely on for an empathetic ear, a calming smile, and encouraging advice. Along with the recent, unexpected deaths of two close family friends at home, it's been hard for me to cope with the fact that people so full of love and life can so quickly disappear.
Beyond the grieving and sense of loss, the second shock came 24 hours later, when it was announced to us that her death was not an illness or traffic accident (as most of us had expected). Rather, we learned that she had been intentionally killed in her home. I still struggle to bring myself to use the word murder.
It was and is a shock because Benin is not a dangerous place. Dogbo is safer at night than the streets of Chicago, and I do feel very protected by my neighbors and community. As much as white foreigners might sometimes be high targets for pick-pockets in bigger cities, the truth is that 99% of people really watch out for us. I constantly even get childish warnings about crossing the street or eating random street food. Of course now I'm a little uneasy as I take my morning jogs or have my door open in the evenings, but I think it's only natural -- like getting back into a car after a bad accident.
We've been given permission to travel as we'd like to be with other volunteers or even interrupt our service to go home to the U.S. for a while, but I only wish to be at post and return to daily life in Dogbo. Yes, our trust has been broken and our sense of security deeply shaken, but I think for me personally the choice is to start rebuilding it as soon as possible. Many of us will never be the same, but if Kate were here and we'd lost someone else, she'd be the first to inspire hope and understanding, and the last to harbor anger or blame.
In an article posted on ABC.com, Kate's parents commented that Kate loved it here and they don't want anyone to look at West Africa as violent or dangerous. I admire them so much for the wisdom and courage it took to make such a statement, despite their tragic loss. But then, I would expect nothing less from the parents of such a wise and amazing young woman. My heart goes out to them, and all of her loved ones around the world. Please know that we grieve with you and I'll never forget how her eyes twinkled with her joy for living.
I'd also like to say thank you to everyone who has sent myself and the other PCVs in Benin so much support. Current and former volunteers all over the world have contacted myself and others to let them know that we are in their thoughts and prayers, and it's nice to know that although our Benin Peace Corps community is so hurt, the rest of the Peace Corps community is right there with us.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Kitten surprise!
No....I didn't get a kitten...but I did find a suuuupppeerrr cute one in the back area of my postmate's house while she was on vacation. I went over to water the plants and when I opened the back door I almost had a heartattack when the little thing tried to hop into the house. I have no idea how it got there, because she has 8 feet high concrete walls and the kitten is literally so small I really doubt it could have gotten there itself. Especially since I went around asking all the neighbors if they had a cat or kittens and they all said No. So I think someone might have thrown it there knowing she has another cat and might keep it.It fits in the palm of my hand and as you can see from the picture with Jasper it's tiny (and Jasper's gotten so big!) I'm not gonna lie, it's so cute that it took a lot of strength for me not to take it home and call it my own. But then I came to my senses and realized I've never had a cat and wouldn't have a clue what to do, and I also just had to remember how horribly stressful a new puppy was and then I got Jasper. Sooo....no kitten for me! I just kept visiting it everyday, bringing it food and water and I even gave it a bath. Kind of sad I won't be keeping it, but thank goodness she asked me to water her plants!
Sorry, I know that's not very interesting in terms of Benin and another culture and stuff...but it was the highlight of my week for sure :-). And the pictures of it with Jasper are just toooo cute!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Send mail!
Friday, February 21st, 2009
To: Mr. Receiver of the Post of Dogbo
Object: Request for a Post Box
Mr. Receiver,
I have the honor of coming very respectfully to solicit from your high benevelonce, a post box in Dogbo.
In the hopes of a favorable follow-up, I want you to receive, Mr. Receiver, the expression of my distinguished sentiments.
Sincerely,
Kristin Sulewski
US Peace Corps Volunteer
This has been translated for your reading pleasure because when the lady at the post office told me I had to write a letter requesting a box, she gave me one from another man to copy and this is what I wrote. Of course I just copied and handed her the paper and she handed me right back a key. No clue who this "Mr. Receiver" is.
Anyway, the bigger news is that I got a post box in Dogbo! Here is my new address:
Kristin Sulewski
B.P. 124
Dogbo, Benin
Afrique de L'Ouest/ West Africa
Some people have already sent me stuff to my friend's box and it seems to work just as quickly as mail that goes to the capitol (both letters and packages...*hint hint*). Can't wait to hear from you!
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