We had a long and uneventful trip to Bangui on Monday, unless you count the 70km side trip to a sawmill town when we picked the wrong way at a fork in the road. We took the fourth parallel route instead of the northern route. The northern route is favoured by bandits and while it has been quiet for the past few months we heard of an incidence just last week so we took the southern route. Considering there are only two major truck routes from our side of Cameroon to the capital Bangui you would think that it would be a fairly decent road, given the amount of supplies one would think would be needed here. On the contrary, it is a narrow, sandy, pot-holed road with a few nice flat sections. The 700km trip took us more than 15hours so we were very tired by the time we arrived.
We came to Bangui in order to meet with David Zokue, a very knowledgeable and well-positioned man in the capital who is helping Roy, Ben* and I start our own NGO in the country. The NGO, Centre d’Expérimentation et de Formation Agricole (CEFA) or the Centre for Agriculture Development and Training is being formed in order to manage a centre of the same name that we hope to start in Gamboula. We are still working out the details of who, where and when but we have the what down and all this week we have been formulating the NGO’s Status and Regulations according to CAR models that David has provided us with. It has been very interesting and intense and Roy, Ben and I spent three very full days going back and forth from English, Sango and French in order to clearly and accurately get across what we think and then get it down on paper. We finished the initial stage on Thursday after an all night session of me typing it all out in French. Thank goodness I chose a laptop with both French and English keys so I know where to go for all the accents. I spent Friday morning with Ben as he corrected my French, made sure all the nouns agreed with each other and I had all the accents properly assigned. It was tiring and I know he was probably wondering what kind of Canadian I am that doesn’t know her French well. Believe me, it is on the list of things to do!
We met with David on Friday and he picked apart our status with a fine toothed comb. He had just finish chairing a committee that was reviewing the CAR electoral code so he didn’t have a whole lot of time to spare. We made it through correcting the statutes but did not get to the rules and regulations. He promised us time on Monday so rather than leave Saturday we are here for another three days and will meet on Monday to finish editing.
Once we are back in Gamboula we will be looking at nominating a board of directors which will consist of Central Africans and foreigners, including myself. I was originally intending on being a co-director of the project but with Darren and I still plugging away at school I think it is best that a director who can start this summer is selected and work begin. As a member of the board I will certainly have to come out for board meetings once a year and will be involved in the direction and vision of the project. It is exciting and daunting at the same time.
We had a free day yesterday (Saturday) so I met up with Joe* early in the morning and we took a taxi out to see his older sister who lives a few kilometres from town. This is the sister who took Anna, my baby, from Gamboula to live with her here in Bangui even though she doesn’t have the means to properly look after her. Finding garden space near a capital city is very difficult for many reasons I will expand on in a separate post. Needless to say they depend on her husband’s very small salary to pay for all their food, household and medical needs as well as his share of the cities alcohol consumption. They have one meal a day and this is obviously not enough. The meals they do eat generally lack in protein, either in the form of meat, peanuts or beans and you can tell. Anna is weak, scrawny and prone to fevers. Joe was going to bring her back to Gamboula during his vacation in July but I do not want her to wait that long. I have asked to take her back with us on Tuesday which will be far easier on her than going with Joe in public transportation and Roy has agreed. She is as light as a feather so she and I will share a seat in our very full truck. Honestly, if there was ever a child I would choose to raise it would be Anna.
In other news, I know I wrote some time ago that Ben was denied his visa to the United States (don’t get me started...) so he is unable to attend the Foods Resource Bank (FRB) meetings and meet out partner farmers. However, FRB has asked me to come for five weeks without Ben to tell the story of CAR and I have agreed. Darren arrives here in one week (YIPPEEE) and we will have three weeks together in country. We both fly out of Yaoundé on the same day at the end of June; Darren returning to Victoria while I head to Chicago. This also means that I will be in ECHO’s neighbourhood sometime in July which I am really looking forward to.
For more thoughts, check out spoiledfornormal.blogspot.com, my ‘other’ blog that is more musings on the state of the world and how I would love to change it! It is pretty raw so I apologize beforehand.
*I have changed the names of people in order to protect their privacy. I will use the same name throughout so please write me if you want to know who they really are. If I know you, I will tell you.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Family Reunion
It has been a busy couple of days as I make plans for my research and meet with Roy and Benoit to discuss the agriculture work here. I hope to conduct my first interview on Saturday with the help of Jan who has graciously agreed to translate from Fulfulde to English for me. Clarisse has tomorrow off of work so we are going to rent a motorbike and go in search of some women to interview. We are aiming to interview four women who have been through the Women and Children Gardening for Health Program while their children were patients at the nutrition centre. While almost 150 women have been through the program they come from near and far and tracking them down is no small task. They do not have addresses or phone numbers; we only have a name and a village name to go by so Friday should be interesting. This is also field season so women spend hours each day preparing their fields, planting and weeding so finding them becomes even more difficult. We will persevere though as my thesis depends on it and I hardly want to change topics now!
I hitched a ride to Berberati yesterday with Kim to visit the other half of the family there. The kids saw me coming down the lane first and they squealed with glee, came running at me and gave me all kinds of hugs. It is so nice to be loved. Elise set about making lunch while I sat and talked with Eloi and Lars, pretty well avoiding the elephant in the room. When Elise came in to sit and chat she told me about the happenings of the year, starting with the accident and then the burns that she sustained at ICDI from a leaky stove. Yikes! Eloi said he hadn't told me about the accident yet but that he would, and he did, in his own way. He took responsibility for it, but more so expressed his gratitude to God for preserving his life and that of his family. He is living in Berberati until his one year probation is over. I guess this helps him stay out of trouble and help Gamboula calm down. What I enjoyed most about my visit and what I am most thankful for in this country is this family that has taken me in and made me one of their own. I sat and listened to the trials and tribulations of the year gone by as one sister to another, not as though Eloi was my staff member and I had come to hear his side of the story. I just listened and sympathised and put all judgement and questions aside. He is my brother, he is in pain (though not physically thankfully) and what more can I do but listen and pray and cry and laugh. This is what family is. The more time I spend with them the more I realize our common humanity, that tragedy and sin and joy and forgiveness bind us together regardless of race or origin or faith. I am in awe and I am humbled.
Roy, Benoit and I plan to go to Bangui in the coming days to take the first steps towards starting the Agriculture Resource Centre that we are dreaming of for this region. There is a lot to be done and part of my time here will be spent in meetings planning for this project. I am still not sure exactly what our future holds but I am excited about the future work that the Resource Centre will be involved in. There is change in the air and hopefully some rain too!
I hitched a ride to Berberati yesterday with Kim to visit the other half of the family there. The kids saw me coming down the lane first and they squealed with glee, came running at me and gave me all kinds of hugs. It is so nice to be loved. Elise set about making lunch while I sat and talked with Eloi and Lars, pretty well avoiding the elephant in the room. When Elise came in to sit and chat she told me about the happenings of the year, starting with the accident and then the burns that she sustained at ICDI from a leaky stove. Yikes! Eloi said he hadn't told me about the accident yet but that he would, and he did, in his own way. He took responsibility for it, but more so expressed his gratitude to God for preserving his life and that of his family. He is living in Berberati until his one year probation is over. I guess this helps him stay out of trouble and help Gamboula calm down. What I enjoyed most about my visit and what I am most thankful for in this country is this family that has taken me in and made me one of their own. I sat and listened to the trials and tribulations of the year gone by as one sister to another, not as though Eloi was my staff member and I had come to hear his side of the story. I just listened and sympathised and put all judgement and questions aside. He is my brother, he is in pain (though not physically thankfully) and what more can I do but listen and pray and cry and laugh. This is what family is. The more time I spend with them the more I realize our common humanity, that tragedy and sin and joy and forgiveness bind us together regardless of race or origin or faith. I am in awe and I am humbled.
Roy, Benoit and I plan to go to Bangui in the coming days to take the first steps towards starting the Agriculture Resource Centre that we are dreaming of for this region. There is a lot to be done and part of my time here will be spent in meetings planning for this project. I am still not sure exactly what our future holds but I am excited about the future work that the Resource Centre will be involved in. There is change in the air and hopefully some rain too!
Monday, May 18, 2009
The Passing of Mama Maggie
I had a beautiful afternoon with Clarisse. We sat in the living room sipping lemonade while looking at pictures of her Canadian family. We looked at pictures of mom and dad, Sarah and Rob, Koko, Darren and the llamas in the backyard (no, she has never seen such a creature). I blessed her with gifts from home including cold tablets and a Costco sized bottle of ibuprofen.
She in turn blessed me with her story of hope and thanks despite an extremely stressful and trying year. Last summer, Clarisse’s brother was the driver of the agri project truck that crashed killing, four people and seriously injuring our brother, breaking his pelvis in three places. Shortly after he was released from the hospital, two months later, Clarisse’s aunt Maggie died. Maggie had raised Clarisse from infancy and was truly her mom. I knew she was very sick, even during my visit last year, and spoke to Clarisse the day she passed, but I never heard the details until today. I asked Clarisse if she passed in peace and Clarisse told me that she did. In fact, she knew in the morning that was going to die that day and she asked Clarisse to stay near to her, to read Psalms, to pray with her, to sing to her and to not bother with any more medicine, food or IV liquids. She knew she was “going home” as she told Clarisse. In the end Maggie’s sister (Clarisse’s mom), her mother and Clarisse were in the room when she took her last breath. They were able to hold her in her final moments and bury her in her home village across the border in Cameroon. As she told the story I was torn between sorrow and joy. I know that she is missed tremendously here, you can hear it in Clarisse’s heart and I feel it in my own. But the joy that Maggie displayed and the peace in which she passed is cause for joy, and I can only pray that when my own time comes it will be with such grace and peace.
She in turn blessed me with her story of hope and thanks despite an extremely stressful and trying year. Last summer, Clarisse’s brother was the driver of the agri project truck that crashed killing, four people and seriously injuring our brother, breaking his pelvis in three places. Shortly after he was released from the hospital, two months later, Clarisse’s aunt Maggie died. Maggie had raised Clarisse from infancy and was truly her mom. I knew she was very sick, even during my visit last year, and spoke to Clarisse the day she passed, but I never heard the details until today. I asked Clarisse if she passed in peace and Clarisse told me that she did. In fact, she knew in the morning that was going to die that day and she asked Clarisse to stay near to her, to read Psalms, to pray with her, to sing to her and to not bother with any more medicine, food or IV liquids. She knew she was “going home” as she told Clarisse. In the end Maggie’s sister (Clarisse’s mom), her mother and Clarisse were in the room when she took her last breath. They were able to hold her in her final moments and bury her in her home village across the border in Cameroon. As she told the story I was torn between sorrow and joy. I know that she is missed tremendously here, you can hear it in Clarisse’s heart and I feel it in my own. But the joy that Maggie displayed and the peace in which she passed is cause for joy, and I can only pray that when my own time comes it will be with such grace and peace.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Journey Home
Two plane rides and 550km later I have arrived in Gamboula. The last few days in Kampala were a struggle as I balanced my excitement to move on to Gamboula, while focusing on finishing final assignments for the class at Makerere University. In the end, after a few very late nights, I left Uganda having turned everything in taking only the joy of being finished classes, some Ugandan coffee and a fun new hairstyle with me on the plane to Yaoundé!
Despite my initial hesitation, I really enjoyed my time in Uganda. Amongst the many lessons that I learned, I now realize that government officials are only people and I can talk to them just like I do anyone else, with a little extra observation thrown in. I was actually quite mortified to think that I would be spending a few days interviewing people who were the equivalent of a provincial premier and his aides. However, I surprised myself with the ease in which I took this new role, as a consultant, and I am eager to go Bangui to see what officials I can meet within the international aid community. In the end, our ‘mock’ consultancy in Uganda was a good exercise. We went to Kayunga District, we observed, we interviewed some 82 people and we were able to make recommendations as to where the Canadian International Development Agency could intervene in order to reduce poverty.
Now that I am officially finished all of the courses for my MA, I am in Gamboula to begin the final leg, my major research project. However, I have decided to take the week off, catch up with old friends, mourn the loss of Mama Maggie who passed away while I was gone, and just enjoy not being glued to computer for ten hours a day. I have no internet, only a quick chance here and there to send email for which I am thankful.
We arrived last night around 6:00pm and we could see a major thunderstorm on the horizon. I jumped out at Clarisse’s house, as per usual, and went inside for a quick visit. Apparently she and one of the missionaries had been going back and forth over who would feed me on arrival. Clarisse wanted to feed me, but the missionary was expecting me and one other person on arrival. Well, when I stopped in ‘briefly’ to say hi to the family, wouldn’t you know but the rain started to fall and the thunder and lightning was so strong that I was trapped and was ‘forced’ to stay and eat my favourite meal with Clarisse. By the time the rain died down enough to leave, I had eaten my fill and we walked to the missionary's house in time for tea and dessert. We had such a good laugh about it. Of course I wanted to eat with Clarisse and God gave me the perfect excuse to stay. We once again expressed our love for one another with words of thankfulness and amazement that God has kept us close over the last year and that he brought us into sisterhood in the first place. Her family is by no means perfect, nor is mine, but there is a lot of love. A thing of beauty.
I took a grand tour with Roy this morning, looking at all the work that has gone on in the last year. Summer production in the nutrition garden is in full swing and it is very impressive. The winter veggie season has come to an end and they are now in the process of planting many different kinds of beans, corn, peanuts and root crops of various kinds. I am excited to start my research project and to hear what Nadege, Clarisse and others think about the direction the garden could take. Next week we begin in earnest.
As I was walking around the station last night I had this feeling like I never left and that nothing had changed. Of course many things have changed, children have been born, others have died, but life goes on as it always has. I sat on the front lawn of the guesthouse today greeting friends who had come by to say hi. I am blessed with the love shown and I think this is what I miss most when I leave, the closeness of the community here. It is something to cherish.
Despite my initial hesitation, I really enjoyed my time in Uganda. Amongst the many lessons that I learned, I now realize that government officials are only people and I can talk to them just like I do anyone else, with a little extra observation thrown in. I was actually quite mortified to think that I would be spending a few days interviewing people who were the equivalent of a provincial premier and his aides. However, I surprised myself with the ease in which I took this new role, as a consultant, and I am eager to go Bangui to see what officials I can meet within the international aid community. In the end, our ‘mock’ consultancy in Uganda was a good exercise. We went to Kayunga District, we observed, we interviewed some 82 people and we were able to make recommendations as to where the Canadian International Development Agency could intervene in order to reduce poverty.
Now that I am officially finished all of the courses for my MA, I am in Gamboula to begin the final leg, my major research project. However, I have decided to take the week off, catch up with old friends, mourn the loss of Mama Maggie who passed away while I was gone, and just enjoy not being glued to computer for ten hours a day. I have no internet, only a quick chance here and there to send email for which I am thankful.
We arrived last night around 6:00pm and we could see a major thunderstorm on the horizon. I jumped out at Clarisse’s house, as per usual, and went inside for a quick visit. Apparently she and one of the missionaries had been going back and forth over who would feed me on arrival. Clarisse wanted to feed me, but the missionary was expecting me and one other person on arrival. Well, when I stopped in ‘briefly’ to say hi to the family, wouldn’t you know but the rain started to fall and the thunder and lightning was so strong that I was trapped and was ‘forced’ to stay and eat my favourite meal with Clarisse. By the time the rain died down enough to leave, I had eaten my fill and we walked to the missionary's house in time for tea and dessert. We had such a good laugh about it. Of course I wanted to eat with Clarisse and God gave me the perfect excuse to stay. We once again expressed our love for one another with words of thankfulness and amazement that God has kept us close over the last year and that he brought us into sisterhood in the first place. Her family is by no means perfect, nor is mine, but there is a lot of love. A thing of beauty.
I took a grand tour with Roy this morning, looking at all the work that has gone on in the last year. Summer production in the nutrition garden is in full swing and it is very impressive. The winter veggie season has come to an end and they are now in the process of planting many different kinds of beans, corn, peanuts and root crops of various kinds. I am excited to start my research project and to hear what Nadege, Clarisse and others think about the direction the garden could take. Next week we begin in earnest.
As I was walking around the station last night I had this feeling like I never left and that nothing had changed. Of course many things have changed, children have been born, others have died, but life goes on as it always has. I sat on the front lawn of the guesthouse today greeting friends who had come by to say hi. I am blessed with the love shown and I think this is what I miss most when I leave, the closeness of the community here. It is something to cherish.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
A Little Solitude
I am completely surrounded by people. I like people, but it is increasingly difficult to get anything done when your house is full of conversations all day long. I have not written a blog in days owing to the fact that the internet in our house has not been working and we have been in lectures from morning until evening. The lectures have been fantastic. The best of the year. Our lecturers have come from very diverse and interesting backgrounds. The director of the East African Standby Force, the coordinator of the Multi-Country Demobilization, Disarmament and Reintegration program, the head of the World Food Programme for Uganda and other interesting Ugandans with varied perspectives on development and conflict.
One of the most interesting lecturers is our instructor, Phil Lancaster, who currently resides in Victoria. He has been in some of the most interesting war zones and situations on the continent. One of the gems of the week was the statement that “the DDR challenge is one of massive unemployment”. When rebels give up their arms and prepare to go back to their communities we must look at their return primarily as a problem of unemployment and respond accordingly. Otherwise it is very easy for men and boys to return to arms.
We have also been busy preparing ourselves for our field visit this week. Most teams left this morning due to the distances to be traveled, but our team is not going far. We will be traveling to the District of Kayunga, which is primarily an agricultural district that has been neglected by international assistance (or so we think). We will leave tomorrow afternoon and will spend Monday making courtesy calls to local officials and making contacts in the main city. The rest of the week we will be traveling in pairs, one Mak U student and one Canadian, interviewing people in order to accomplish the task before us.
The aim of the Kayunga District field visit is to assess international cooperation in development and peacebuilding programs/projects and how they align with national development objectives and the Millennium Development Goals in order to identify gaps in assistance.
This will be accomplished by reviewing the relevance, effectiveness, efficiency, impact and sustainability of international programs under the themes of social services, livelihood development, land issues and peacebuilding.
I have been blessed with wonderful teammates, both Canadian and Ugandan, and as I am looking at livelihoods and land conflict I should get my agricultural fix. The area is known for vanilla and passion fruit among other crops and fish, so I have my little seed bags ready for collection.
I have learned a lot this past week, both about development and conflict, as well as about myself. I am still not sure how well suited I am to life in a large city, in as much as I do not naturally enjoy its conveniences. I have been eating my meals at the local open-air market, buying chapatti, avocado and tomato. The last two evenings I went out with classmates and ate at expat restaurants. Though the food was delicious, probably the best Indian food I have ever dined on, I could just as easily eat out once a year as once a month or week as the case may be. My three lovely room mates and I made our way home while the rest of the gang went to visit Kampala’s night club scene.
All but three people from our group are heading out to field sites other than Kampala so in order to keep our suite at the University and have a place to store our belongings, rather than dragging them around the country with us, our place has become storage central. Everyone has agreed to pay a share of the room fee to balance out the costs, so it works out well for everyone. Now that everyone has come and gone I am looking forward to a day of quiet, just me and the room full of mosquitoes at present. I will eventually wander out to find an internet cafe and a bite to eat. Today is my mental day which means no taxis, no people, no fancy dining and no one to look after but myself. Rediscovering the introvert within me has made me realize how much I need this every once in a while.
One of the most interesting lecturers is our instructor, Phil Lancaster, who currently resides in Victoria. He has been in some of the most interesting war zones and situations on the continent. One of the gems of the week was the statement that “the DDR challenge is one of massive unemployment”. When rebels give up their arms and prepare to go back to their communities we must look at their return primarily as a problem of unemployment and respond accordingly. Otherwise it is very easy for men and boys to return to arms.
We have also been busy preparing ourselves for our field visit this week. Most teams left this morning due to the distances to be traveled, but our team is not going far. We will be traveling to the District of Kayunga, which is primarily an agricultural district that has been neglected by international assistance (or so we think). We will leave tomorrow afternoon and will spend Monday making courtesy calls to local officials and making contacts in the main city. The rest of the week we will be traveling in pairs, one Mak U student and one Canadian, interviewing people in order to accomplish the task before us.
The aim of the Kayunga District field visit is to assess international cooperation in development and peacebuilding programs/projects and how they align with national development objectives and the Millennium Development Goals in order to identify gaps in assistance.
This will be accomplished by reviewing the relevance, effectiveness, efficiency, impact and sustainability of international programs under the themes of social services, livelihood development, land issues and peacebuilding.
I have been blessed with wonderful teammates, both Canadian and Ugandan, and as I am looking at livelihoods and land conflict I should get my agricultural fix. The area is known for vanilla and passion fruit among other crops and fish, so I have my little seed bags ready for collection.
I have learned a lot this past week, both about development and conflict, as well as about myself. I am still not sure how well suited I am to life in a large city, in as much as I do not naturally enjoy its conveniences. I have been eating my meals at the local open-air market, buying chapatti, avocado and tomato. The last two evenings I went out with classmates and ate at expat restaurants. Though the food was delicious, probably the best Indian food I have ever dined on, I could just as easily eat out once a year as once a month or week as the case may be. My three lovely room mates and I made our way home while the rest of the gang went to visit Kampala’s night club scene.
All but three people from our group are heading out to field sites other than Kampala so in order to keep our suite at the University and have a place to store our belongings, rather than dragging them around the country with us, our place has become storage central. Everyone has agreed to pay a share of the room fee to balance out the costs, so it works out well for everyone. Now that everyone has come and gone I am looking forward to a day of quiet, just me and the room full of mosquitoes at present. I will eventually wander out to find an internet cafe and a bite to eat. Today is my mental day which means no taxis, no people, no fancy dining and no one to look after but myself. Rediscovering the introvert within me has made me realize how much I need this every once in a while.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Welcome to Makerere
Saturday afternoon I made my way over to Makerere University with the help of Jeff and found my new 'dorm room' for the week. I am staying with three other women from my program in a two room apartment. It is a very functional place with a small kitchen, living area and two rooms with two single beds in each. We also have internet via an ethernet cable so your computer must be plugged into the cable. This posed a small problem for four blogging/facebooking/student researchers so we reached out to our IT hero for help.
Darren, via skype, hurray for Darren and skype, helped me configure my computer into an ad hoc wireless internet server. All that means is that while my computer is plugged into the internet everyone else gets a wireless signal off of me. It was genius for us non-techies and has given us our own little internet cafe. We are thinking of selling the password to our cohort friends who didn't rent rooms with internet...
Yesterday afternoon we went on a walk of town, eventually finding our way to Garden City, no not Victoria, but the mall I visited with Christine last Thursday. I ate falafel for lunch in the food court. It was absolutely ridiculous. The East African experience is so vastly different from West Africa I am boggled how people can make generalisations about the African continent.
We weren't the brightest people choosing to walk in the heat of the day and I did not use enough sunscreen but it isn't the first time. I spent the evening visiting with students from our cohort as they arrived on campus and enjoyed the last hours of freedom before classes and our project here starts.
This morning is the first day of classes and I have that nervous feeling in my stomach. We have heard that the original plans for the next three weeks have been changed so none of us are too sure what to expect.
The past couple of days I have learned that foreign countries with foreign languages are definitely more fun than countries that speak English. I find that it is easier to connect with people in markets and on the street when you are speaking a different language. It makes the whole experience more challenging too. I am a borderline extrovert. Having spent two days in an estrogen packed apartment I am feeling the need for a little me space but again, this is part of the challenge.
Darren is my hero!
Darren, via skype, hurray for Darren and skype, helped me configure my computer into an ad hoc wireless internet server. All that means is that while my computer is plugged into the internet everyone else gets a wireless signal off of me. It was genius for us non-techies and has given us our own little internet cafe. We are thinking of selling the password to our cohort friends who didn't rent rooms with internet...
Yesterday afternoon we went on a walk of town, eventually finding our way to Garden City, no not Victoria, but the mall I visited with Christine last Thursday. I ate falafel for lunch in the food court. It was absolutely ridiculous. The East African experience is so vastly different from West Africa I am boggled how people can make generalisations about the African continent.
We weren't the brightest people choosing to walk in the heat of the day and I did not use enough sunscreen but it isn't the first time. I spent the evening visiting with students from our cohort as they arrived on campus and enjoyed the last hours of freedom before classes and our project here starts.
This morning is the first day of classes and I have that nervous feeling in my stomach. We have heard that the original plans for the next three weeks have been changed so none of us are too sure what to expect.
The past couple of days I have learned that foreign countries with foreign languages are definitely more fun than countries that speak English. I find that it is easier to connect with people in markets and on the street when you are speaking a different language. It makes the whole experience more challenging too. I am a borderline extrovert. Having spent two days in an estrogen packed apartment I am feeling the need for a little me space but again, this is part of the challenge.
Darren is my hero!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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