Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Computers invade Chinguetti


This past month I began teaching computer classes in Chinguetti. We only just got 24/7 power, but computers are quickly appearing throughout the city. Rumor has it we will soon get an internet cafe in Chinguetti as well, at which point I hope to recruit the individuals I'm currently teaching to train other people in the community.


The mayor asked me to teach his secretaries the basics of typing, Word, and Excel. The secretaries are all quite motivated and bright, and they come to class excited every day. It makes teaching easy. And they're slowly getting comfortable with exploring the computers on their own and figuring out how to do their own projects. It's really fun to see. However, I must add that the first couple classes were... well, interesting. I blame myself for approaching the classes assuming they would have a general concept of what computers are and what they do. Chinguetti only recently got power; how could I expect them to understand some of the concepts we learned long ago? They never had entertainment or gaming systems. Using a mouse or keyboard and expecting the computer to respond to your instructions are all new concepts. Moreover, they speak very little French, so my limited Hassaniye and their limited French makes some of our encounters quite entertaining. That's why I've decided to share some highlights from the first couple lessons. Enjoy!


I entered the mayor's compound the first day with a typing program on my flash drive and several pre-made images painted in Paint for them to copy. The secretaries had assured me they “knew” computers, so I hoped the simple exercises in Paint wouldn't be too easy. My fears were assuaged when they didn't know how to turn the computer on. We went step-by-step through computer start-up and began with a simple exercise: doodling in Paint with the mouse. After a few minutes I asked them to try and write their names. That went alright, but it was difficult to convince them that the mouse needed to remain pointed forward instead of pivoting and rotating on the desk. After a half-hour lesson on single vs. double clicking, we explored some of the other shapes and colors Paint can make. Finally, after a few hours, I decided we were ready to try to copy pre-drawn pictures. We opened a file that contained a copy of the Human Rights Campaign logo. I figured this would be a simple place to start: the HRC logo is a blue square with two yellow rectangles inside.


We opened a blank Paint document and I waited to see how they would do. The first girl turned and looked at me. “What do I do?”


We re-opened the file containing the HRC logo, re-looked at the picture, I reiterated that she should copy the picture using the shape and color tools we had been working with, and after she reassured me she understood we returned to the blank document.


She turned and stared blankly at me again. “What do I do?” I began wondering if my limited Hassaniye was the problem. Perhaps she was just being polite and telling me she understood the task. I asked her what the first step would be. “What first step?” To re-draw that picture. “What picture?” So we re-opened the other document and looked at the picture. This time I had her do all of the mouse-moving and clicking.


“Go to Fichier” [French for 'file'] I said as I pointed at the upper-left hand corner of the screen. “And now Ouvrir” [Open]. Except she hit “Nouveau”[New] instead.


“No problem, just hit 'Annuler' [Cancel], Back up to Fichier and Ouvrir.” Except she hit “Nouveau” again. “No problem, just hit 'Annuler' again.” Then we reviewed that we wanted the second option under “Fichier” to be highlighted blue.


She hit “Nouveau” again.


I was trying really hard not to laugh outloud... or shriek. We then had to go over an important concept: The TIP of the mouse's arrow is the important part. We want the TIP of the arrow to be over the second option. Clearly she would have no reason to know this. But as soon as we had gone over that, she understood. We opened the other document, re-examined the HRC logo, and returned to our blank Paint page, again. Then she turned and asked what to do.


Well, what are we trying to do? “Draw that picture.” She re-opened the picture on her own. Yes, that's what we want to do. How would we start? She clicked on the blank screen and drew a black line. “Like that?” ...ummm...does that look like the original picture? “No.” Remember when we made shapes a half hour ago? How did we do that? “These things over here [she pointed at the left side of the screen].” Exactly! And do you remember how to pick a new color? “Down here?” There you go! So she clicked on the circle icon, clicked on the color brown, and she drew a hollow brown circle. “Is this what we want?” Does that look like the original picture? “...No.”


We continued like that for the next hour, and finally the first day was over. She had drawn a blue box and a white rectangle... By the end that seemed like a good compromise.


The first day of typing was similarly entertaining. Remember, their French is not strong, so typing on a French keyboard when one girl doesn't even know the French alphabet very well is difficult.


We loaded a typing program onto the computer (after they had started the computer themselves!) It was a simple typing program that started by teaching the keys 'd', 'f', 'j', and 'k'. After each secretary completed the first level, we re-started it and I held a piece of paper over their fingers to make sure they weren't looking at their fingers.


The first girl started well enough. This specific typing program waits for you to type the correct letter before moving on to the next letter. It beeps when you press the wrong key. But pretty soon the computer was beeping after every single letter. I lifted the sheet of paper to see what her fingers were doing.


She was pressing all five keys we were working on ('d', 'f', 'j', 'k', and 'space bar') at the same time. In fact, she was pounding on the keyboard. So at each letter she was TECHNICALLY hitting the correct key, meaning the program was moving on to the next letter, but she was also hitting all the incorrect letters, meaning the computer was beeping after each letter as well.


I decided we had moved too quickly. We needed to make sure we knew the alphabet WELL before I expected anyone to type. Except the second girl was a natural. She understood the concept of typing, and she accepted that she shouldn't look at her fingers. So then we switched back to the first girl.


We repeated the first level again. This time she navigated the keys better. It was obvious that the letters were starting to make more sense. But halfway into the program I started hearing the error beep after every letter again. This time she was hitting 'space bar' after every single letter. I explained that we only wanted 'space bar' every time there was a gap between two strings of letters. “Okay. What do I press now?” Which letter is highlighted on the screen? “Space?” Is that a space? “No, it's a J” Okay then press J.


“Space now?” Is that a space highlighted on the screen? “No, it's a D.” ...Okay... hit D.


“Space now?” Is that a space highlighted on the screen?


...you get the idea. I am pleased to report that since the first week we have made considerable progress. They can now start the computer and get into the typing program by themselves. The two secretaries also started each holding a piece of paper over the other's fingers. Once I arrived to the evening lesson and they proudly reported that they had practiced by themselves all morning. I'm excited to return to site and see what they have tried on the computer. I'm also excited for them to teach computers to others, partially because I hope they get a taste of how frustrating it can be. :)

Camel Trekking


Just after Thanksgiving three PCVs and I went on a camel trek in the dunes outside Chinguetti. It was absolutely incredible. It made me fall in love with my site all over again. We headed out early in the morning, trekked for three hours, spent the afternoon at an oasis, slept overnight on the dunes, and returned the second morning.

The camel saddles themselves are horribly uncomfortable. We all bruised our inner thighs. The temperature overnight dropped into the high 30s – who knew the desert got so cold? – but despite the discomforts it was a blast.

After three hours of trekking we arrived at the oasis, where we unloaded a snowboard and some ski boots donated to us by tourists who passed through Chinguetti. We planned to board down the dunes. I have never snowboarded so I was a little nervous, but thankfully sand produces a lot more friction than snow, meaning we didn't go very fast.

A dozen children spied on us as we first mounted the dune. As soon as they saw us board down the dune though, they ran at us shrieking and giggling. Our resident expert snowboarder had gone first, and just as soon as he removed the board the kids grabbed it from his hands and started carrying it up the mountain of sand. When they arrived at the top they deferentially handed the board to the two of us waiting at the top.

From then on, each time one of us darted down the sand the kids ran and rolled after us, snatching the board from our hands and bolting up the hill again.

After a half hour we started chatting with the kids, excited to show off our basic Hassaniye skills. We also decided we would turn the snowboard into a sled and we asked if they wanted to join us. However, when they responded we realized their dialect of Hassaniye was distinct than anything we knew. This oasis in the middle of the desert, and the four families who lived there, was so removed from the rest of Mauritania that their language had evolved on its own.

Perhaps it was because the kids didn't understand our words, or maybe they were just nervous about these white people and their weird toys, but none of the kids joined me on the first sled ride. But as soon as they realized what I was doing they scrambled after me and jumped on the makeshift sled en route. I suddenly had twelve kids lunging at me, each trying to secure a place to sit, until we all fell off the the board and watched it continue down the hill without us. Now I joined the chase, and for the first time I ran down the dune's steep slope. My feet sunk further into the sand with each step; the sand was soon swallowing half my lower leg each step until, unable to budge, I fell. I became a jungle gym instantly.

From that point on the kids joined us on every trip down the hill, dutifully carting the board back up for us. The kids even argued over who would carry the board each time, each trying to prove his or her physical strength to us and to the other kids. We didn't mind. Walking up the dune was tough enough without carrying the board.

That night we returned to the desert to sleep. We exchanged treats with our camel guides: we made mochas (Nesquik and Nescafe) and they made bread by burying dough in a pit of coals. We then bundled up – I wore a fleece, a wool sweatshirt, two pairs of pants and two pairs of socks, and I was huddled inside a large blanket and a sleeping bag – and went to sleep. There was no moon, but the sky looked almost grey because there were so many stars littering the black backdrop.

In the morning we returned to Chinguetti via camel, though three of us walked because we were still sore from the previous day's trek, and that same afternoon my friends returned to their respective sites.

If I weren't so scared I'd get lost in the dunes (a death sentence) I'd try to return to the oasis on my own. I guess I'll just have to wait until the next time I have visitors who want to go on a camel trek. Any takers?

Monday, December 29, 2008

News on Mauritania

Here are a couple articles on Mauritania's current political situation. Peace Corps is by nature apolitical, so while I have no stance on these issues whatsoever, I wanted to share these bits of info with others who may find them interesting:

http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5h0kiCBydiq2FIX51yYcp9gLXSBsQ

http://www.themedialine.org/news/news_detail.asp?NewsID=23751

http://africa.reuters.com/wire/news/usnN19471436.html