Hadja, the Chief and the Street Fight

Please note that in this post the words in italics are Krio, I do not know whether the spellings are correct but I have written them as they are spoken.

Opposite our house lives the 'area chief.'  I put this in quotation marks because he is not the real area chief, how he has awarded himself this status here I am not sure, but we do know that he is the chief in a village about 5 miles outside of Bo.  The real area chief lives nearby but doesn't seem to mind our neighbour taking care of some of his duties and it doesn't seem to step on his toes.

 Now, the role of the area chief is to keep the area that they are responsible for tidy and in order.  By 'in order' I mean that any civil disputes that arise in the neighbourhood are referred to the chief, he will sammonse (summon) the parties involved and they will hold court to resolve the case.  For example, swearing in a public area or na street is not acceptable, should someone take exception to you shouting profanities they might report you to the chief.  The complainant has to pay a small fee to the chief called cashee, the chief will then sammonse the alleged rule breaker and they will hold court about the case (suddon pon de case.)  At this time, the alleged offender will have to meet the cashee  paid by the complainant, so if they paid 20 000 Leones (about £3.00) the defendant has to pay 20 000 Leones as well.

Holding court over a case normally takes place in the chief's compound and can be a lengthy process conducted in the appropriate language (so if the parties involved are all Mende it will be Mende, if they are Temne it will be Temne and if there are several languages it will be conducted in Krio.)  All people present have to introduce themselves individually and state what their interest in the case is, including any prayers they wish to say.  This means that if 50 people come to observe the case, each in turn have to make their introduction which you can imagine could lead to a very long day!  If the defendant is found to be guilty, the chief will decide on the appropriate fine and suitable punishment, they also have to return the cashee paid by the complainant to them.

Anything that can be deemed to be inappropriate behaviour can get you sammonsed to the chief, it just depends if you get caught by the chief himself or someone who wants to get you in trouble.  The main things that would get you in this position would be unpaid debts, petty theft, having a shouting match (cussing) in a public area, or fighting in a public area.

So, back to our 'area chief'; one night from our compound we overheard a very loud argument he was having with his wife (this is not uncommon, they seem to have quite a tempestuous relationship), a large part of this argument involved him shouting at her "don't you know who I am? Don't you know that this is my Kingdom?"  Not a shred of irony!  Now the thing that is ironic is that he is not even the legitimate chief but he said it with such conviction that from that day, in our household, he has been known as Kingdom.  We also did not know his real name so this has become his 'identifier.'  The fact that he and his family conduct all their arguments at the top of their voices doesn't seem to get them in trouble!

Hadja is Winston's sister (she is biologically Winston's cousin but here she would constitute as his sister), who lives with us, she helps me with cooking and laundering and I could not manage without her!  She is about 26, she has two sons one of whom lives with her father and the other lives with his paternal grandmother in a village near the Jong River (Luawa).  Hadja did not go to school, when she was very young her father and mother separated, her father remarried and she and her step-mother did not really get on.  Hadja says that her step-mother said "I will not work for her whilst she goes to school."  This meant that Hadja had to stay at home to cook and launder with her step-mother whilst her brothers both went to school (there is a different attitude to schooling of girls now and more commonly there is equal chance of girls going to school, although they will still be expected to do a lot of work at home as well.)  The advantage Hadja has over her peers is that we pay her a decent wage and also give her her bed and board, this means that she has the opportunity to save some money for her and her children's future.

Hadja has a conflict here, she is a grown woman but she lives in her older brothers house so she is culturally torn between living under someone else's rules and being an adult!  According to society she will not really be an adult until she marries and lives with her husband.  These two factors sometimes clash.

One day Hadja and I had been out to do the shopping with Thea, on our return Kingdom's wife called Hadja over to their compound (directly opposite our house) where a girl around her age was sitting.  Hadja went over to the compound and I came inside to put the shopping away.  After about two minutes I could hear an almighty row coming from Kingdom's compound and could hear Hadja shouting in Mende.  I peeked through the fence unsure that I should involve myself in Hadja's business but things seemed to be escalating.  The girl that had been sitting in the compound marched over to our gate with Hadja close on her tail, then the girl banged on the gate, I opened to see Hadja pulling her away and back across the road, she said to me "Beth, please close the gate."  Still being English and not wanting to pry I closed the gate but things semmed to escalate further.  Hadja and the girl were literally wrestling, I had no idea what it was about but it was turning nasty.  That was it, I had to stop what was happening.  I marched over to where they were fighting and told Hadja to go back to the compound, she said 'sorry Beth' and did as I asked.  Once in the compound  I asked Hadja what exactly had happened.  She told me this:

Hadja had recently become romantically involved with a young Ocada rider (this is a motorbike taxi driver) called Abdul.  Now, it wouldn't be uncommon for a man to have more than one girlfriend and Hadja had told him that she was not interested in being with a man that behaved so, she said that if he wanted to be with her he would have to terminate any other relationships that he had.  As a result, Abdul finished the relationship that he had been having with another girl - the girl that Hadja had had the altercation with across the street.  So, this girl (for ease we will call her Jenneh) had come to confront Hadja about stealing her man and also about some things Hadja had allegedly said about Jenneh in the presence of her 'people' (this just means the people that she lives with.)  Hadja denied that she had said anything derogatory about the girl but angry, Jenneh said that she was going to tell Hadja's 'people' (that is Winston and I as we are responsible for her) that Hadja had stolen her boyfriend.  This had started the physical fight.  I would like here to explain why Hadja reacted so violently to the girl's threat; as I said before, Hadja effectively live's under her older brother's rule and in Sierra Leonean culture it would not been seen as the greatest disrespect that Hadja would either discuss her boyfriend or allow Winston to find out that she has a boyfriend.  The irony is that if the girl had come to me and complained to me I would have told her that Hadja is a grown woman and her relationships are not any of my business.  I believe that this would have diffused the situation and ended it there.  However, Hadja's fear of what might happen meant that it escalated into something else.

With Hadja in the compound things died down and that was that.

The following morning Kingdom came and knocked on the door with another man from the area called Ibrahim who seemed to be there to talk for the 'chief.'  They spoke to Hadja and asked her to come to Kingdom's house and pay the 50 000LE (about £7.00) cashee she was due to pay for fighting in the street.  I saw the exchange at our gate and asked Ibrahim exactly what was going on, to which he explained to me that, as Hadja and the girl had been fighting in the street, they were due to pay a fine to the area chief.  Now, I had several problems with this: 1) The 'chief's' wife had seen the girl at our compound gate and saw that we were not home.  She decided to involve herself by asking what the girl wanted and further, rather than just telling the girl that we were not home and that she would tell us that she had called, she told the girl to wait with her for Hadja.  We do not have any ties to this family and it was not her business to intervene.  2) It was Kingdom's wife that called Hadja over to her compound, inviting an escalation to happen at the edge of their property. 3) Kingdom is not the real chief, I do not see why Hadja should pay anything to his family and I was quite convinced that this was a reasonable assumption to make.  Although feeling very annoyed, I tried to be diplomatic, refrained from saying any of the above and said that as Winston is the head of the household, and he is mainly responsible for Hadja, this should wait until he was home.  I told them that they were welcome to come back and discuss it with him in the evening, I further explained that I was not going to allow any exchange to happen whilst he was not present.  This clearly annoyed them and they turned to Hadja to apply pressure, saying that as I was a foreigner it was right that they would have to explain the issue to me, but she should know her culture and what is expected of her.  At this point SK intervened and simply shut the gate.  This may seem to be rude but SK knew that they had no right to come to us asking for money, they were trying to take advantage of the fact that I am not Sierra Leonean and that Hadja would undoubtedly bend to pressure from two men who are senior to herself.  SK said to me that we had explained that Winston needed to be present, no further explanation was necessary and that they were just trying their luck to get some money.

When Winston returned we explained the situation to him, we discussed it and decided that rather than dismissing the situation we would try to understand how things should have been done.  The following day Winston went and found the real area chief, he explained the street fight and the ensuing request from Kingdom and his crony.  The chief said that Kingdom was in fact in the wrong, first and foremost he would have no right to charge 50 000LE for such and offence, a fine of 15 000LE would be more appropriate.  Further to this, whilst Kingdom is a chief, our neighbourhood is not his jurisdiction.  He also concurred with our argument that Kingdom's wife had invited the situation by asking the girl to wait and then calling Hadja into the compound.  He said that in fact we should have paid the fine and then reported him to the town chief which would have meant Kingdom would have been disciplined for his unreasonable behaviour.  He advised that we did have every right to refuse to pay the fine purely based on the fact that Kingdom's family commonly shout, swear and fight loudly around their open compound.  The role of the chief is to be an example, he must live by the rules that he enforces.  I just felt sorry for Jenneh who had come back and in fact paid 30 000LE begging that this was all she could afford.

We decided that it was best just to leave the situation as it was, needless to say the relationship between us and our neighbours is a little less cordial now but they have never requested payment of the fine or in fact spoken to us again.

Hadja will marry Abdul this coming Friday, 24th February.  She is going back to her village, Luawa for a traditional Mende Wedding Ceremony.  She will leave us to go and start her life in her own house not too far from here.  Thea and I will really miss her, she has helped us so much and has been here all of Thea's life.  I am happy though, Hadja will finally get to start her own family and I look forward to visiting her there, and I'm really going to miss her Cassava Leaves (Saki - mine and Thea's favourite meal)!

Good Luck Hadja, we will miss you xx

On Witchcraft

Karen Blixen was a Baroness from Holland who lived in Kenya (not Sierra Leone) from 1914 to the late 1930's on her own coffee plantation.  I recently read her book 'Out of Africa' and the main thing that struck me about her was  not necessarily the things she said, but the things she didn't say.  On Witchcraft she said this:


"There is this about witchcraft, that when it has once been practised on you, you will never completely rid yourself of it.  I thought it a painful, a very painful process to be hung upon the pole, I wish that I could have escaped it."
(Karen Blixen, Out of Africa 1937)


Blixen never explains her meaning of being "hung upon the pole" nor does she elaborate on witchcraft in her writings that I have read.  I think that I now understand this, she knew that things happened in Kenya, things that cannot necessarily be explained or described, but you feel them in your gut.  I think that she knew, as I do, that to justify the phenomenon of witchcraft to a European society such as the UK (she wrote Out of Africa in English) would be futile.  I think that, generally, society in the UK is so far removed from spirituality and the spiritual world that to talk of it with any degree of sincerity is perceived as talk of the absurd.


Tim Butcher, an English journalist, was the Africa correspondent for The Daily Telegraph for 19 years, he wrote of the use of Witchcraft during Liberia's civil war:


"...an underlying theme of sinister ritualism, the hall mark of fighting in Liberia, but one that was deeply frustrating as it was difficult to fathom.  When I started to enquire further, various sources said the practice reached the top of the regime and I even heard accusations that Taylor, like other Liberian warlords, used cannibalism....to somehow harness their power by consuming their enemies dead body parts."
(Tim Butcher, Chasing the Devil:  On Foot through Africa's Killing Fields, 2010)


Butcher's reporting of Charles Taylor's alleged cannibalism (article can be viewed at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/africaandindianocean/liberia/1433846/Taylor-turns-back-to-cannibalism.html)  led to him receiving death threats from Taylor's regime preventing him from returning to the country to report until the regime fell.  The difference between the European view towards Witchcraft and the African view towards it differ vastly.  It would appear that Taylor was not so disturbed by the fact that he was being labelled by the international media a monster for funding an atrocious civil war, but for the specific allegation that he was using Witchcraft in his quest to keep power.  I don't know enough about Taylor to know, but I do wonder if this anger was on account of some effect the revelation could have on the effectiveness of the rituals or whether he felt it made him seem absurd amongst his European counterparts.


To be honest, I have been putting off completing this post.  The reason for this is not because of anything sinister, rather, there is something about the unshakeable belief that Witchcraft exists in Sierra Leone.  It is like blood pumping through the veins of everyday life, inseparable from the mundane.  It makes it difficult to pin it down to write about it.  I am not looking to justify it's existence though, even if you don't believe, it's just that the anecdotes make interesting stories.  So I am going to talk about Witchcraft, the things I have heard and seen living in Sierra Leone.


The overwhelming thing I feel about Witchcraft in Sierra Leone is that you shouldn't really ask questions!  Winston's family speak openly about their own experiences and the experience of people that they know but it's not a good thing to start that kind of conversation with a stranger.  Public transport or gatherings provide good forums for people to discuss their experiences and you can hear lots of different stories about ju ju and if you listen long enough undoubtedly pick up a few tales.  Another of the strange things about the stories is that they just sound better in Krio, translated into English and then written down they lose a bit of their flavour, I'll try my best ;)


It is important to understand that here, (whether you do or not) almost everyone believes in the existence of Witches, ju ju, morie men, the underworld.  This belief alone is very powerful and sometimes it determines the way that people live their lives, for example a woman may be threatened by another woman that she will use Witchcraft on her if she does not give up her husband.  The threat is enough to have the woman pack up her bags and return to her mother and father's house.  I have also written before about the driver who refused to work for us, despite not having an alternative job, because he was afraid that our previous driver (who we fired) had performed some rituals to place doom upon the tipper and any future drivers.


The Cat in the Lap
Mama (Winston's mother Mahawa) told me of one of her sisters (I'll call her Kadie) in the family's home village.  she said that Kadie, who desperately wanted children, had had a bad relationship with her mate (this is the Krio word for her husband's other wife), they simply did not like each other.  One night Kadie had a dream that a cat had climbed onto her lap, urinated on her, and left.  This dream preceded a series of events that included her husband leaving her with his other wife.  From that day forth she could not find and hold onto another man, she was apparently beautiful and the reluctance was not on account that she had already been married.  One man started a relationship with her but left her soon after. he said that he had tried to stay with the woman and he genuinely loved her he just couldn't be around her.


It is viewed here that witches (this covers both men and women) operate in the underworld, this is a parallel dimension which you cannot see or  experience unless you are a witch or you are involved in it by a witch.  In this underworld they can perform their magic undetected by humans, this can include shape shifting or using animals to do their bidding.  Cats are among the animals believed to be commonly used by witches, I suspect that is why most Sierra Leoneans that I have met despise cats.


Tied in Knots
As it has been explained to me, you can become a witch by different means, you can ask to be allowed enter the underworld but you can also be born a witch with abilities inherited from somewhere in your lineage (not necessarily your parents, this could be anyone of your ancestors.)  I understand only a little of either of these routes, and nothing from anyone who claims that they are a witch, these are all closely guarded secrets.


As I understand it to become a witch you enter through some kind of ceremony and would then have to initiate into a group of witches (I suppose this would be called a coven in English) and you will have to pay.  The way you pay in the underworld is with a human's life force, most commonly it needs to be a member of your own family.  Members of the coven will take it in turns to donate of one of their family member's life force.  Once someone's life force is taken they die and you will sometimes hear, by means of an explanation for a mysterious death, that the person was eaten by a witch.

The other way you can become a witch is to be born a witch.  A friend of Winston's (Alusine) told us of his sister; she brought great trouble to her family, from a coven of witches in their village, when she was a small child.  As a child of parents that were not involved in the underworld they had no idea of her activities in this parallel dimension.  


Now the family owned a poyo bafa (this is a shelter where people will come to drink palm wine) and one day whilst the parents were out, an old man came to drink at the bafa.  He saw the young girl and asked Alusine, who was selling the palm wine for his parents, where the child's parents were.  Alusine told him that they were out and the old man asked him to tell them to come and see him.  Dismissing the man's talk as unimportant Alusine forgot to say anything to his parents about it.


A couple of days later the girl became incapacitated.  By this I mean that she was stuck with her hands invisibly bound behind her back by her wrists & elbows and her feet by her ankles & knees.  She was unable to communicate.  Obviously the family were all extremely concerned and it wasn't until someone mentioned that this looked like the work of witches that Alusine remembered the old man's words and told his parents. The man (not all witches are bad and some are gifted with seeing into the underworld, they will use their knowledge to help people rather than for self-profit or to do damage) said that she was in grave danger because she had been creating innocent havoc and interfering with the local coven's business at night.  The old man warned the family telling them that the coven were unhappy about the young girl's games and further he said that they clearly felt threatened as she was displaying a great deal of talent for someone so young.  The coven claimed that they had her, they said that if she did not denounce her abilities and take the necessary steps to remove herself from the underworld they would kill her.


At the families request, the old man performed the rituals required to take away her powers.  She was unbound and regained complete movement in all her limbs.  It was said that she was stuck in this torturous position for three days with no visible bindings at all.


The Coconut Palm
In one of the southern villages of Sierra Leone lives a very powerful witch (well call him Mr Mohmoh) and in his garden he has a coconut palm.  One year there were a lot of coconuts on the tree but Mr Mohmoh had not picked any of them.  One morning one of the young men of the village (I'll call him Salman) passed, and hungry, he said in the old man's presence "I am going to pick some of those coconuts to eat."  Mr Mohmoh warned him that he was not to climb the coconut palm and if he did, he would certainly regret it.  Now I am sure that you know that a coconut palm has no branches, so to climb it you have to use the power of your arms and legs to shimmy up the tree (not easy - not that I have tried!)


So regardless of the warning, Salman shimmied up the tree and picked the coconuts he wanted and then turned his face down to climb down from the tree.  He froze, terrified and shouting that a deep hole had opened up in the ground at the base of the tree, should he climb down he would surely fall into the hole and die.  He stayed up the tree for an entire day (I am sure you can imagine the strain that would have been on his arms and legs!) until the evening when Mr Mohomoh, feeling that the young man had learnt his lesson, rubbed the required herbal remedy on the base of the palm tree.  The hole (visible only to Salman) closed up releasing him from his treetop prison.  No one again tried to steal Mr Mohmoh's coconuts!


The Kamajors
  There are countless tales of people witnessing the effects of witchcraft, especially during the war.  As rebels ravaged the country and the government soldiers proved ineffective men in the villages decided to stand up for themselves by establishing a civil army called the Kamajors originally they were established by the local chiefs but were later led by a man called Hinga Norman. They were established to try and bring some balance back after it seemed that all factions had taken to pillaging, looting, raping, killing and mutilating the innocent civilians of Sierra Leone.


The Kamajors were predominantly from the Mende tribe and are said to have possessed magical powers that allowed them to be able to disappear, to dodge bullets and to protect the villages.  Apparently they were also able to use their herbalist talents (the Mende are said to be very good herbalists) to heal themselves and others.  It is also said that the Kamajors won several seemingly impossible battles against the RUF (Revolutionary United Front) with the help of their supernatural powers.  It was said that if they commanded, the enemies guns would not fire and that bullets could not penetrate their supernatural armour.  Many women who were living in villages where there were Kamajor forces have a distinctive scar (three horizontal lines in a row) on their upper arms.  I have asked what this scar is and was told that the Kamajors did it by making the cuts with a razor and rubbing something into the cuts, for their protection (I know that the rebels were said to rub cocaine into wounds but I doubt very much that this is what the Kamajors were doing, the substance used is a closely guarded secret of the Poro society.)


Unfortunately, after some time the Kamajors ceased to be managed properly and seemed to turn to the ways of all the other forces involved in the war by raping and killing leading to the indictment of Norman Hinga and his lieutenants to the Special Court for Sierra Leone.  The Wikipedia article on the Kamajors (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamajors) says that some said that the Kamajors motivation was primarily the diamond fields, I don't think this was the case.  Everyone who I have spoken to about the Kamajors tells me that in the beginning they were definitely a force for the good.  Tired of the lack of help they were driven to create this civil force of soldiers.

Image taken from http://www.raffaeleciriello.com/site/pw/56kamajor.html this is a kamajor high priest.

  

Here is a link to a video about the Kamajors: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7n9p0wAAu1g. I have not embedded the video into the blog because (BE WARNED) it has some pretty disturbing images, however it also has some interesting footage of the Kamajors.


It is said that the amount of people with supernatural abilities has dwindled through the years in Sierra Leone,  the reasons given for this are 1) the war, many who carried the innate abilities were killed before they had the chance to pass on the knowledge required to hone these talents. 2) Some of the more powerful people involved in the underworld did not have children and therefore the line would die with them. 3) Exposure to Western cynicism has stopped young people's interest in what are considered ancient traditions.   If you think about English folklore magic is such a prevalent part of our storytelling past, it could be said that the Witch Hunts of 17th Century England wiped out all the supernatural abilities there and that is why we are so alienated from this phenomenon. However, I do think that the Church had a great deal to gain, politically, in eliminating witches.  


I think that for those with a faith in God it is easier to have an understanding of these things, as if you believe in God then you accept that there is a dimension which exists beyond our human senses, or to be plain about it, you are more likely to believe in the supernatural if you believe in God.  The church fervently discourages people from engaging in witchcraft, some describe rituals as connecting  and 'making deals' with demons in return for personal gain and believe that the only way to escape being targeted by witchcraft is simply to pray to God.


My intent here has not been to try and sway opinion as to whether there is a parallel dimension where witches exist and cause havoc in some people's lives, or whether Witchcraft offers a scapegoat explanation for infertility, child mortality or even the fact that some people are very successful.  I hope that this post has offered an entertaining insight into part of life in Sierra Leone.

The Chickens and the Konga

A few weeks ago we decided that we didn't want any more chickens, in order to stop the growth of our flock we ate the three cockerels we had.  However, we were not aware at the time that one of the hens was sitting on fertilised eggs, it came as a surprise the other day when I saw nine little chicks pottering around the garden.

Last night I was awoken at 1.18am to the cheep cheeping of these little chicks, I lay in bed for a while wondering what could be the cause of their distress.  Knowing that there is a hole in the back of the chicken house I thought maybe that dastardly ground pig had returned to claim our new arrivals.  Thinking this was my chance to finally get that big rat, I ventured outside to investigate.


I approached the chicken house to see that at least two chicks were writhing around outside, as I got closer I saw that they were covered in ants.  Now, these ants are called Driver Ants (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorylus)  in English and in Mende they are called 'Konga'.  They come in different sizes but all have disproportionately large heads with huge jaws that lock shut once they clamp on to something.  I have often seen the Konga moving in lines across roads or paths during the dry season, relocating there nests, but I have never seen the destruction they reek. I am told that their attack of our chicken house is nothing, colonies of these ants can lead whole villages to have to temporarily relocate if they are moving through and little but fire deters them.


Having never had a close encounter with Driver Ants I assumed that if I could brush the chicks the ants would just come off and run away, needless to say this was not happening and they had their grip on them.  The three chicks outside the chicken house were beyond saving and I knew they were suffering, I saw a big stone and attempted to summon the courage to put them out of their misery.  Here it is said that women are not supposed to kill anything because they give birth to children, this thought kept coming into my mind and I was unable to end the chicks suffering, I woke SK (Winston's younger brother) to assist.


SK reluctantly got out of bed and came to assist in the rescue of the chicks.  First we had to put the three out of their misery :(  Then we opened the chicken house whilst hopping around all over the place to stop the ants biting (which they did anyway and it is very painful!)  We removed the remaining six chicks and the two hens that look after them and carried them to the veranda where there was some light.


The Konga had attacked the chicks where they were most vulnerable, around their eyes, under their wings and on their bellies.  We meticulously pulled each ant out one by one.  This is not easy, as I said before, they lock their jaws and you have to twist their heads to remove them.  The ants had also attacked the two hens but only on their feet so we removed those too.  We put them all in a rice bag together to keep them warm and together.  You could see the relief in the chickens at the end of their attack, but all the chicks were covered in wounds.


Returning to bed I was unable to sleep.  I was astounded and the damage that such small creatures could do and images of them over running the house kept coming into my head.  This morning we returned to the chicken house to see if the ants had moved on.  They had not, luckily though, the other chickens were unaffected by the attack as they had been on the upper levels of the house.


The only way to get rid of the Driver Ants is to use fire so this morning we poured kerosene around the chicken house and set fire to the ground (not the house itself.)


Part of me thinks this is silly, but it was actually a traumatic experience for me, I still have ant paranoia (the feeling of having ants crawling on you when there is nothing.)  SK and Hadja thought it very strange this morning when I wanted to clean the chicks' wounds with antiseptic: "but they're just chickens, they will sort themselves out" they said.  This is just another demonstration for me of the difference between out cultures, my desire to intervene and their's to let nature take its course.  I don't know if the chicks will survive, but I hope that our intervention will help them to.

Abdul Rahman helping me set fire to the Konga

It is a little difficult to see them (my camera is not great) but the ants are the red/back coloured specks

A little worse for wear this morning

Poor wounded chickens

Money Palava

Money Palava was a song written by a Sierra Leonean band called Afro National  in 1977, palava is a Krio word which basically means trouble, but it also means confusion, so the song Money Palava really talks about the problems and confusion that arise from money.

Money is a key issue in the lives of most of the world’s population.  I have to say that I have never given in too much thought until now.  I remember my mum telling me that she and my Dad had discussed offering me a financial reward should I get good grades in my A Levels, they decided that it would be pointless as I was not at all motivated by money.  I acknowledge that this is just more testament to the privileged childhood that I had.

My stance has changed now; Winston and I have our own family, which makes money somewhat more important, although not everything.

I am going to talk, in this post about attitudes towards money here and the differences to European/American culture and why I think these differences exist.

My experience in Sierra Leone has shown me that people think I am rich.  We are not, by European standards, anywhere near this description but relatively speaking in Sierra Leone, we are.  From buying oranges to renting a house people here see my face and inflate the price of goods or services two and sometimes three-fold (more if they think they can get away with it.)  This is not only in my case; if people hear the English inflection in Winston's Krio he experiences the same thing.

When it comes to family here there is s a lot of responsibility placed on the person who earns the most money to provide for the entire family, by family I do not mean only their children, I mean their parents, their aunts, uncles, cousins and not even necessarily only their blood relatives.  This burden is especially put upon people who have left Sierra Leone and work in Europe or America.  Winston and I often have family members approaching us for financial assistance.  Even those not related to him are keen to tell Winston how much they did for him when he was a baby and the phrase “do not forget about me” is often introduced into a conversation to apply emotional pressure for this financial or material assistance.  The approach that the family should progress together would be a good one if the burden was not all placed on one member to solve everyone’s problems.  A simple example of this is the following:  Malaria is rife here - no one will deny that - however it is proven that you greatly reduce your chance of contracting Malaria if you sleep under a mosquito net.  Winston and I bought and installed mosquito nets for everyone in his immediate family explaining the importance of using them.  Now the whole family refuses to use the nets saying that they find it difficult to sleep under them; however, when any family member gets Malaria they approach us to pay for their treatment. 

Now we have been here for some time people know us, at least once a month someone will approach us and ask for some kind of financial assistance.  If we ask someone how their business is the conversation will inevitably lead to a request for us to lend them money because “things are difficult”.  Neighbours and members of our church will come and ask us to provide money for medical treatment, their school fees or for their food. 

The money issue has made it quite difficult for me to make friends here, many people are interested in becoming friends with me but I have found that it is rarely for my company alone.  Usually, in the first or second conversation the person's financial situation is stated.  Early into our first visit here, out for a walk alone, a lady approached me and then led me to her house and stated plainly "look how poor I am, you should start giving me money to help me live better."  Walking away I felt ridden with guilt and, honestly, a little outraged, it’s like the extreme version of being accosted by charity workers on UK high Streets.  

Relationships amongst young people here seem to be based on some kind of material or financial arrangement between the parties involved.  Girls and women look for a man who has money (or at least they think has money, read on, I will explain.)  They will often have more than one boyfriend and if one of these guys’ is not providing what he should he will more than likely be dumped.  Men who have no money or job have little chance of getting a girlfriend, young men are supplanted by older men who have jobs and money so you will see lots of young women in their teens and twenties with middle aged men and more commonly now with much older Chinese, Indian or European men (foreign investment brings foreigners who will inevitably be seen to have more money).  There just doesn't seem to be much of that  teenage love around. 

Men with money exploit girls using their money to justify having a lot of girlfriends.  Also because they have money, they seem to think it ok to treat these girls how they want.  The other side of this is it has bred a trend of something that is called “419” or “false life”.  Young men tell girls all sorts of things to gain their interest when they meet them, most of these things are in order to tell the girl that they have a lot of money.  The stories range from telling the girl that all your brothers and sisters live in England to telling them that you have just come from America where you are a famous Hip Hop star.  This seems extreme I know but the aim is to give the girl the impression that you do not have any financial problems.  There is a song about this - 419* - called ‘Buku Talk’ – this means basically talking rubbish or “bigging” yourself up. The song tries to tell people that it is stupid to act like you are something that you are not, it was a very popular song here, but I just don’t know that people know what it means because all the guys do it and all the girls fall for it:

An extreme example of the lack of teenage romance here there are ‘colonkos’ this is the Krio word for prostitute.  Once you know, it is easy to spot these young girls, they stand together in night-clubs at the beginning of the night and as the evening moves on they will identify their client, negotiations will take place then they will spend the rest of the night dancing for them before disappearing with them.  Now of course for some, this career choice is a matter of meeting their basic needs, paying for food or for their school fees.  For others it is about extra money to pay for their hair, the latest fashion or for their nails.  For some it is just an easy way to make money.  I do not mention prostitution out of any kind of judgement, it is a career choice.  I also want to state that there is a serious lack of opportunities for women here, it is still a very patriarchal society and for most girls have few choices that do not involve relying on a man to provide for them in one way or another.

Now, whilst I am no social anthropologist I think that the country’s modern history can give you a good clue as to why this attitude towards money is the status quo.  During the war women were brutalised beyond belief, used by the rebels, soldiers and Kamajors alike to cook for them and for sex, if captured, and not used as soldiers the women were effectively slaves (this is another blog post entirely.)  When the war ended food was scarce.  Men, including soldiers from the ECOMOG (Economic Community of West African States Monitoring Group) and UN (United Nations) forces that had money or food would be the ones who got interest from women; it was a matter of survival for these girls.  This seems to have stuck but now, less than being about survival, it is about clothes and hair. 

I know too that relationships that are little more than a material or financial transaction is not exclusive to Sierra Leone, if we look at popular culture for reference Kanye West's Gold Digger it is pretty clear that wherever you go there are women who are just in it for the money.

I know that in the ‘West’ we do not necessarily have the money / community balance right, I think that people there are far too selfish, myself included, and there is far too much focus on self-progression – I think that the current trend for ‘anti-capitalist’ protests in England and the US show that our selfish attitude has gone too far and people know it.  I also acknowledge that the relative wealth of opportunity in Western countries means that self-progression is a much more viable option.  However, it has to be acknowledged too that some people are lazy; they would much rather that someone else solved their problems for them than they do it themselves.  Look at people who take advantage of the welfare system in the UK or the attitudes towards family and money that I talked about here.  Whilst opportunities here are not as available, there are opportunities but they require a lot of work and because capital is lacking and you have to make up for that loss with work.  The basic fact is that people are not willing to put this work in and would rather that wealth was handed to them on a plate.  It can be argued too that NGOs (Non-Governmental Organisations) and foreign aid have gone a long way to add to this imbalance but again that is a different blog post entirely.

Sierra Leone is a far cry from the Capitalist countries of the West.  It's funny though, in a country where people are so poor few die of starvation, there is always someone to help.  So does this approach to money work for society?  Well, I think that I would have to say no, even though in the West we are focused too much on progression of the individual here it is too much the other way, everyone wants money and the solutions to their problems handed to them if not from another human then from God.  The expression ‘By God im power’ is used so much here; it means that if God wills it, it will happen.  People seem to think that God has not done what he is supposed to do by giving you two hands and two feet and the strength to get up every day.

Living in Sierra Leone I have been able to see how lucky I have been in my life, especially growing up, money was not an issue for me, all my needs were met and more.  People’s attitude here to Winston and me and money has been difficult to deal with at times and I have spent a lot of time feeling guilty because we cannot help everyone.  But the reason we came to Sierra Leone to start a business for our family and for our family’s future which means we have to draw a line.  In the matter of friends I am learning that it is ok to say no to requests for help, people will accept this and those who do not understand when I say no would probably not make for very good friends.  Family is more complicated, but again we have to draw a line.  We help where we can but try to measures in place so that family members can help themselves rather than maintaining the status quo.  In the case of relationships here I think it is really a shame that girls have to sell themselves to men in one way or another to get the things they want.  They don’t get to fall in love with a boy just because he’s gorgeous or just because he makes her laugh like Western teenagers do.  For the boys, they suffer too, they don’t get to use their wit or their charm to get the girl they want, if they don’t have money they have to lie and pretend that they are something that they are not.  I hope that Sierra Leone’s future holds opportunities for its young people that mean the boys don’t have to pretend that they are Hip Hop stars to get a girlfriend.  I hope that girls have a future of opportunities that mean they can get a job, buy the things they want themselves in the way that I did and that they can fall in love with the man they want and together they can build their own future, the way we are.

*the expression 419 came from Nigerian internet scams of the 1990s, you have probably seen such email subjects in your junk mail as “Beneficary, please contact.” The number "419" refers to the article of the Nigerian Criminal Code (part of Chapter 38: "Obtaining Property by false pretences; Cheating") dealing with fraud.  For more on this see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advance-fee_fraud