I’m Glad I Went to Burkina Faso to See My Son Josh
My son, Josh in the Peace Corps in Burkina Faso. I’m glad that I went there to be with him for one week in July 2006— to share a bit of this life enriching experience he had.
He had it rough—got so dried out that he got kidney stones, so hot he slept outside under a millet straw “roof.” But he was teaching math to 90 kids per class: it was the first generation in which girls could go to high school. There’s a lot of meaning in that.
He was living in a “compound” with 6 single male teachers. They all roughed it out together: figuring how to get water and how to eat. They were fun to listen to discussing the topic of their ideal wife! They had a good touch of the arrogance and misconceptions of young men. There’s a lot of community in living like that.
It was neat to see Josh try to contribute some of himself, a bit of his heart, to the community he lived in. Trying to grow little trees against the forces of the goats and the drought was one such impulse.