Sunday, November 27, 2011

Destination: Haiti

Despite Haiti's significant contributions to world history such as the writing of the first Black Republic constitution in 1801 (Haiti), the victorious Slave rebellion in 1803, the declaration of Saint Dominique's independence --currently Haiti and Dominican Republic-- in 1804 this small Caribbean country continues to struggle with natural disasters, diseases and extreme poverty.  How can a country whose people rose up, fought against and defeated Spain, England and France to win its independence continue to struggle to find independent wealth and success?  

This thought played over and over again in my mind my first trip to Haiti in October 2010.  The people always have a smile on their face, work from sun up to sun down and even by candlelight.  And yet Haiti is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere with 80% of its population living in poverty.  More than half of the population makes $1 a day and yet the price of rice is $3/bag.  A bag of rice means three days of pay for some people ... 

Last year I admittedly had an AWESOME time in this tiny, impoverished country.  I ate well (the food reminded me a lot of what I love to eat in Dominican Republic) and the rum (Barbancourt) is world renown winning awards since 1896!  The beer (Prestige) ain't bad either.  And for anyone who knows me, you know I love to dance and Haitians do too!  For two weeks I was out almost every single night sweatin' it out to Zouk and Bachata.  Yes, BACHATA!  Thank God their friendly Dominican neighbors have been an influence on food, music and dance.  

I return to Haiti on Monday and am back in the US on December 10.  After this trip I should be home until the end of February.  I look forward to my second visit to this country.  Not to mention, it is always nice missing cold weather since I am NOT a fan and it is expected to be 90 every day I am there.  This trip I have overpacked to ensure the hotel doing my laundry is NOT necessary to avoid another "Phoebe and the Leper" incident.  I also packed two weeks worth of redbulls and these are not sold here and I am an addict.  Finally, I definitely plan to avoid ice to ensure I do not come back with cholera.  I am just looking forward to a productive trip from which I return healthy!

Below are photos from my last trip:










Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thankful: My top 10

First, let me say HAPPY THANKSGIVING to one and all!
This time of year is probably the one time we all sit down and think about those people and experiences for which we are thankful.  As I sat under the dryer at the salon yesterday I prioritized the list for which I am thankful.

10.  My apartment (A roof over the my head).  The location is AMAZING (Shirlington)!  I am a half a mile from bars, restaurants, a theater and movie theater.  There is absolutely no excuse for a DUI or boredom in my location as I am also a $12 cab ride from DC.  I lived 31 years with someone - my parents/brother, college roommates and then misc crazy roommates which my landlord encountered on craigslist.  When I finally decided to move out on my own I was scared but now I realize it is the best thing I have ever done.

9.  My Kismet.  This cat is really a dog only he uses the litterbox so his obese momma doesnt have to brave the seasons and walk him so he can relieve himself.  Dog owners are wondering "HOW can this cat be like my dog?"  Well he greets me when I walk in by dropping and rolling over, purring because he missed his momma and wants to play.  He begs for food.  He sits by my side when Im watching TV.  He sleeps at the foot of my bed and when my alarm goes off each morning he wanders by my head and licks my cheek until I get up.  Kismet is exactly what I was looking for 3 years ago ~ an emotionally needy animal to fit his emotionally needy and lonely owner.  "Kismet" is Arabic for "fate" or "destiny".  This baby, sickly, one lazy eye havin' kitten was found by my cousins who knew I was in search for the perfect kitty.  Pound after pound none of the healthy kittens I "met" were playful.  They just looked up at me in their corner of the cage and then went back to their cat nap.  My cousins told me about this underweight, sick kitten who jumped around with his one good eye and purred for absolutely no reason and I knew I had to meet him ... after a month in the vet "Blackie" came to live with me.  For a day he hid under my bid.  At the time I was reading "Twilight" and at the moment he came from under my bed, jumped up on to my bed and licked my forehead for the first time I had just finished reading the moment when Edward and Bella met "It was Kismet" and that is how "Blackie" became "Kismet."  Three years later he is still that playful cat I met and I am so thankful for my perfect pet.
8.  My job.  I think daily "How did I get here?"  From Peace Corps I decided I wanted to be in Education.  And after dealing with children I decided "Education of ADULTS Lord" haha But how was I going to get there?  I was working in Education while attending graduate school.  During a hard time for the company the owner asked me to choose between education and work.  I chose education and was let go.  God provided though.  I applied for a Procurement position where my future manager, Ken Marvin, specified "no experience necessary.  Will train anyone with the right attitude."  I applied.  What did I have to lose -- I had already lost my job and it was 2 weeks before Christmas.  I had my interview a week later.  Little did I know a future friend, Laura Thomas, would be in the interview.  Ken, once he realized I spoke Spanish focused the topic on building his house in Central America.  Laura, bless her, kept trying to bring the interview back to my skills.  But Ken was enamored and I was hired.  I started my career in Procurement after the holidays in January of that year (2006).  I was a little bummed because it was not the path to Education I saw.  But God knew His plan.  Laura left Unisys and things at Unisys became difficult as with her left the professionalism of our team.  Then an opening at Crown Agents presented itself.  Laura, who had been consoling me, informed me of the position and in June 2007 I was an Agent of the Crown working on the SCMS project.  I still was not in education but I enjoyed working in procurement and on the SCMS project.  God again was at work and little did I know I was gaining the skills to perform the job I am currently performing.

7.  My adversaries.  If you didnt know let me inform you now:  God will make your adversaries your allies.  They won't even realize they are strengthening you, propelling you forward and blessing you.  This is how good God is.  My romantic adversaries have prepared me to appreciate William.  My platonic adversaries have prepared me to appreciate my best friends who have become my true life long friends.  And my professional adversary propelled me into this position.  How you ask?  In 2009 SCMS started to train our colleagues in our field offices.  The first two were brought to DC.  My unnamed professional adversary was supposed to train various procurement sections but at the last minute changed his mind.  He came to me and said, "I heard you are a trainer.  Can you train my sessions?"  I said "Sure, when are they?"  "In 20 minutes.  Here is the trainer manual."  Was his reply.  WHAT?!  I walked to CVS and bought candy, read the materials as I walked, returned with a plan.  I introduced myself and for 3 long hours I trained.  I loved it.  I was well received by the participants (snickers works every time haha).  *whew* I thought.  At the end I was approached by a Deputy Director who appreciated the training delivered especially with such little preparation.  He immediately said he was going to suggest that I be the Facilitator for the next training session which was to happen 3 months later.  During that three months I re-read and revised the training curriculum.  I was a Buyer.  I knew what we did so I revised the curriculum to reflect what we DID and on our SOPs and not the THEORY of how to do it.  Three months later, management was again satisfied.  A month later I was in South Africa providing training to colleagues from Tanzania, Ethiopia, South Africa and Guyana.  I was in Africa.  The motherland.  I never thought I would get there.  Two months after that I was in Vietnam.  For real?  Vietnam!  That was 2009.  Since then I have seen Haiti, Tanzania, Ethiopia, Mozambique, South Africa (every 6 months training is held there), Cote d'Ivoire, Zimbabwe, Nigeria, London and Amsterdam.  My adversary had NO idea when  he gave me an assignment with 20 minutes to prepare that I would be this successful paving the way for me to write my job description in November 2010 as Training Specialist.  This is my job.  This is the job God prepared me for, blessed me with.  This is the job that God turned my adversary to an ally.  So the next time you have someone on your job making your life extremely difficult.  Do not be like me and go home crying.  Drop to your knees and ask God for His plan.  He is preparing you, molding you, sculpting you to perfection so that the next step, your next position ... you are so perfectly molded for it that NOBODY else would fit.

6.  Grace Family.  My church family is so loving and I truly miss them when I am away.  Bishop Grier is a true teacher of the word and this is exactly what I was looking for in my search for a home church.  In 2009 I was attending another church and while he too taught verse by verse, book by book I didnt feel something.  One day as I was getting ready for work a "ministry minute" came up on my television screen.  I said "Hm maybe I will go visit this church before making a decision on joining this unnamed church."  I thank God I was obedient.  Three months after my first visit I joined Grace Church April 2009.  Being under the direction of a teacher and his leaders alongside a loving spiritual family is truly a blessing for which I am thankful.

5.  The fact that I was never a slave.  Now I know this may have come out of left field but I was just reminded of this fact as I looked at my VA license.  Let me tell you right now I would have been a straight floozy tryin' to get in the Main House by any means possible.  My goal would have been to be on the level of Sally Hemmings havin' Presidents build a secret passage way from the field to the Main House.  The Misses woulda hated this slave cuz I would have been in the fields flirtin' with Masta' and his sons to get up in the house.  Cleanin' the kitchen would have been a promotion for pickin' cotton in the fields ... I am just sayin'.  And see, God in his infinite wisdom knew "If Phoebe is born before 1865 she is going to be a whore sleepin' with her Master so let's postpone her birth..."  Praise Him!

4.  William.  This man is a pillar of patience.  Every day he teaches me through how he treats me on how to love him better.  I know I am a difficult, emotional female so I know that God put this man in my life.  He must know this too otherwise he would have gone runnin' LOL  I prayed for a man who was consistent, considerate, honest, communicator and with whom I am sexually compatible.  Now God sent me all of those things in William ~ a good Christian NON-FORNICATIN' man haha and while I am ridiculously sexually frustrated when he told me he was in love with me I knew it was for ME and not because of sex or lust.  He loves me for the crazy emotional woman I am.  When we argue we make up through talking and not "make up sex."  Again, frustrated as all get out ~ yes I am ~ but I have been blessed again in my life to have a man in my life who is truly in love with me for me.  After Adam died I never thought I would meet another man like him who was into me for me.  Who was my best friend "just because" and not for what he could get.  God reminded me, again, that I was wrong and He sent William in my life in His perfect timing.

3.  My best friends.  I was blessed to meet my lifelong friends at the age of 10, in college, work, Peace Corps/El Salvador and in the club (HOLA YESENIA haha) I am continuously blessed that most of them are still here.  I lost a few on the way but I left them where I lost them and moved forward with my platonic soul mates.  This time of year, March and April are particularly hard because I do miss my original bestie ~ Adam G. Poole.  But I maintain contact with his family and look at my tattoo and a smile crosses my face.  I know he is here in our hearts ...

2.  My family.  We are no where near perfect.  We have addicts, adulterers and anger issues.  But what we always have is love and respect and loyalty.  We are all of these things to each other.  We are a strong, successful Black family who know our roots.  We have educators, accountants, government workers, stay at home moms, computer genius', bartenders, and more ... we have each other's backs whenever one of us is in need.  We may not always get along but we always get together.  I love the holiday season with my family because I am sure to receive pure love.

1.  Salvation.  Because clearly I need it!  Thank God this day for his mercy, wisdom, patience and forgiveness.  Without Him I would have nothing for which to be thankful.  Every person, every experience and every thing I have was provided by Him.  For Him and the gift of salvation I am 100% thankful. 

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!  And remember, even if things are not going the way YOU want them, be patient.  There may be a bigger and better plan in store for you.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Phoebe and the Leper

** WARNING:  THIS BLOG SHOULD NOT BE READ BY THOSE WITH A WEAK STOMACH OR CURRENTLY EATING. **

After an amazing trip in Cote d'Ivoire I flew to London and Paris with what I thought were bug bites that became infected and became boils.  I was very wrong...
What I in fact had was myiasis.  What is myiasis you ask?  Well, let me tell you:
The Putzi Fly (Tumbu Fly), lays eggs in damp clothing which are hanging out to dry.  Once we put these garments on and upon contact with human skin the eggs hatch. The larvae burrow into the skin and develop into fully grown maggots if left to their own devices. The unfortunate human host develops multiple boil-like sores, usually on the backs of arms, around the waist, back or bottom.

TRUE STORY MOMENT:  Of course, as with any WTF moment in my life, it just so happens that these eggs were in a pair of pants.  And of course with my trying to feel feminine under my garments with lace boy shorts, these larvae burrowed there way into the middle of my left butt cheek.  I find it ironic that "myiasis" coincidentally rhymes with "my ass itch." But I digress ...

Anyway, I consulted my mother and as she thought they were boils I dabbed Neosporin on them, put on bandages, packed my belongings and caught a flight on Air France back to DC.  It was 4 hours into the flight that I decided to clean these wounds and re-bandage.  Well the Neosporin suffocated the maggot and out it popped ... on an airplane bathroom ... there I stood, with my ass toward the mirror and a maggot about 1/2 long on this cotton-ball.  WHAT IN THE F*CK!  Of course I panicked!  I covered my mouth as I did into want to scream aloud and have staff break down the door and catch me in such a precarious position.  So I wrapped up the maggot and put "him" in my purse.  

Upon landing at IAD and greeting William, I immediately told him what happened and that we needed to go to the emergency room.  Upon arriving at the ER when the nurse asked me why I was coming in I told her, "A maggot crawled out the middle of my butt cheek."  She gave me this look:
She then had me complete the required paperwork and off I went to the back to await another nurse who would write down my information prior to the doctor's arrival.  When the second nurse came she was less surprised and said that something similar happened to her husband while they were in Haiti.  The doctor on the other hand was a bit muddled as this was his first time seeing such a case.  I told him that I kept the "visitor" for him to see.  He looked at it, looked at my ass cheek in the air, looked at it again and stuttered, "This looks like a maggot..." he then comes over to examine my butt cheek and notices the hole aka the maggot residence which has been evacuated and mutters "wow" under his breath.  Once he has gotten himself together he says he is going to send me to an infectious disease doctor who can better diagnose but that meanwhile he can see that I have "cellulitis" around the wound.  I immediately spoke up, "No doc, that cellulite was there PRIOR to the wound.  I can assure you."  He laughed and said, "No, cellulitis is a bacterial infection that if not treated can become a staph infection."  Oh, oops.  New word learned.  He re-bandaged the wound and gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and a reference to see the infectious disease doctor.  

The next day I was meeting the infectious disease doctor.  She was quite a character.  VERY excited to see my condition to say the least.  She had me bent over the exam table, taking photos of my wound and my maggot with her iPhone.  William, who was in the room with me, was helping her take the photos to ensure the best lighting and angle.  She explained that she had never seen such a case and she left the room only to return 5 minutes later with three large medical books to look up the condition.  It is at this point that she says she took the photos as to show them at an upcoming medical conference.  She would also like to keep the maggot (which we realized was still alive and crawling around in the plastic cup the doctor in the ER provided) to show at this conference with the photos she took.  Thank God William made sure the best lighting and angle were considered when taking these shots -- my butt has been in the air for 4 different strangers to see and now these photos were going to be on a PowerPoint slide for Lord knows how many medical professional to witness!  She promised me it would be an anonymous case.  I give her permission to use the photos and to keep "Schmidt" which is what we named the maggot.  She thanks me and exclaims, "Between you and my leper I am going to be the star of this year's conference for sure!"  A leper?!  I guess there is something worse than having a maggot crawl out of the middle of your left butt cheek ...

I am still taking the antibiotic and William, God bless him, has been cleaning and dressing the wound.  He also takes photos so I can see the healing progress.  I may have to marry this man.  I mean any man who BEFORE fornication and BEFORE marriage would do this ... well ... I know for sure he will wipe my a$$ if / when I lose control of my bowels in my mid 80s! LOL ... just sayin' ...

Anyway, for those who are a visual person, watch the video to get a clear picture of what my left ass cheek went through:  Myiasis 

How to avoid becoming a victim:
This is very common in Africa, Central and South America.  To avoid becoming the host of Putzi fly offspring, the simple solution is dry your clothes in a damn dryer!  LOL ... however, if this is not possible then the next solution would be to iron all your clothes (including underwear and socks)! The heat of the iron kills the eggs. This isn't always possible while traveling so dry your clothes inside to avoid the putzi flies laying their eggs in them. I, personally, am procuring a travel iron and steamer which will accompany me on ALL work travel abroad.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Destination: Paris


Paris.  What are the first things that come to mind?  For me, in this order:
1.  Under the Cherry Moon (Prince movie filmed in Paris)
2.  The champagne
3.  The Eiffel Tower
4.  The Louvre
    I only had two days in this magical city.  I was determined to make all three happen.  Sadly, the Louvre (amongst other things) is closed on Tuesdays.  Why Tuesdays??  But I did make it to the Eiffel Tower and I could not get enough of it.  This is truly a wonder.  As I stood in line I realized that this tower must have love pixie dust that must consume those in line.  There were couples in front of me, behind me, to my left, to my right which could not keep their hands off of each other.  They were absolutely insatiable.  I stood there alone, wishing William was there.  I paid to go up to the tippy top of this extravagant monument, "13.40 euro s'il vous plaît"  I handed over my euro and joined the couples waiting to enter the elevator ... they were still locking lips.  As I said - insatiable.  I made it to the top and as I stepped off the elevator my heart briefly stopped (I am afraid of heights) and a tear fell from my eye (the wind be strong at the top) but once I took it all in I walked over to the champagne bar and ordered a rose champagne in a cheesy plastic souvenir glass which lit up once the chilled rose champagne hit the bottom, "20 euro, s'il vous plaît."  Again, I handed over my euro and in exchange I was handed this tourist trap bubbly delight.  I took a sip.  Freakin' delicious.

    Then I walked over to the edge and took in the amazing night sky and the city lights below. My fear of heights dissipated.  I was simply in awe.  How blessed was I to be here?  To enjoy this?  Very blessed ... times ten!

    And the warm, fresh croissant the morning of my second day with Nutella spread in the middle practically melted in my mouth. Bonjour Paris!

    It was a sunny, brisk day and so I decided to walk.  I bumped into the Gallerias Lafayette and was in awe of the amount options!  I could not even decide where to look, what to buy, in what color, in what material ... I was overwhelmed.  I decided to stop by a chocolatier bar and ordered a piece of chocolate with hazelnut in the middle and you guessed it - a glass of champagne.  I sat there and observed the focus shoppers who clearly knew exactly what they wanted.
    After I finished my afternoon dessert and observation I walked and walked and bumped into a small second hand store run by the cutest old Parisian woman.  I spoke no French and she spoke no English.  She smiled, nodded, "bonjour" to which I responded "bonjour" and went straight for accessories.  I KNEW what I was looking for:  a beret.  A Raspberry Beret.  Come on, you KNEW this was inevitable.  And I found one.  It isnt especially soft or fancy but I was going to have it.  I paid the Parisian grandmother 8 euro.  She held up a mirror and adjusted it to look "just right" after I put it on.  If there is any doubt in your mind ~ I AM THE BIGGEST PRINCE FAN! LOL I now owned a raspberry beret that I purchased in a second hand store!  Now what is the next thing I must do?  Well I had to enter an establishment through the out door (duh!) LOL .. I walked the streets, took photos and then I came upon the perfect place to finish my "Raspberry Beret" adventure:  a crepiere.  I skipped into the establishment, through the out door ... I smiled.  My Paris / Prince mission was complete.   
    ** I have included a video from VH1's "Pop Up Video" series.  Good music, hot artist and informative.  Enjoy! **


    Anyway, I ordered a fresh crepe with Nutella.  It was warm, it was chocolaty, it was hazelnutty - it was perfect.  I decided to enjoy it with hot tea.  Again, I was eating something delicious and watching the locals walk to their destination.




    If I am honest, I must say that while being in Paris for two days was not enough time, I was also happy to get home.  I was happy to see William and hopefully we will return to this magical city together.


    We would have to do some saving, though.  The euro also massacres the USD.  Shall we analyze my trip financially?

    1 Euro = $1.40

    -- All day pass on the metro:  8.40 euro ($11.60)
    -- To the top of the Eiffel Tower:  13.40 euro ($18.50)
    -- Champagne at the top of the Eiffel Tower in a souvenir glass that I cannot find hmm:  20 euro ($27.65)
    -- Dinner for one with a view of the Eiffel Tower:  43 euro (included salad, steak, potatoes, creme brulee and two glasses of french red wine). ($59.44)
    -- Chocolate and champagne:  14.20 euro ($19.60)
    -- Delicious Nutella filled crepe and tea:  6 euro ($8.30)

    Once more and again, experiencing this country, this city ~ priceless.

    A très bientôt!