Tuesday morning we left Ouaga for Léo. The night before, there was a private party to honour certain business owners at our hotel. We had witnessed the set-up in the pool area earlier in the day and hoped to catch some of the traditional entertainment taking place. Soon enough we were given a pool-side table and treated like queens. I was a bit shy for crashing the party but the manager insisted that we not go out to a restaurant at that hour.
The next morning set off on the main road (Kwame-Nkrumah) which turned into the highway leading to Léo (13km from the Ghana border – points if you make the connection with Nkrumah…;-).
Léo is 2 hours south of Ouaga but a mere 15 minutes from the capital and you are in what our Uniterra representative called “real Burkina Faso”. Indeed, the majority of Burkinabé live in rural areas. Hotels and apartment buildings are quickly replaced with round homes with straw roofs. As we drove along (south) we also saw more and more trees, including the “Karité” (shea) tree, the latter serving as an indication that we were approaching our destination.
Léo has a few government buildings, 2 roundabouts, one market and now two new “nassara” (white person) volunteers. There are no taxis and it is pitch black by 7pm (no street lights) so we eat dinner at home. Monique and I are settled in a 3-bedroom house about a 20-min walk from the Fédération Nununa, where we are completing our mandates. Adiata, who also works for Nununa, helps us with groceries and cooking one meal per day, while Adama, whose sister works for Nununa, keeps watch at night. Souleymane, the son of the owner of our house, lives around the corner and brought us papayas from his yard our first morning. I feel well taken care of. In the interest of transparency, I have to admit that I was startled by every sound my first night here and wondered why Adama didn’t seem to budge. I have since calmed down a fair bit and sleep quite well now. Also, I have learned a few lessons thus far: 1) one showers only when there’s water (seems obvious doesn’t it) and generally as soon as there is water; 2) better not to turn on the head lamp until after the mosquito net is fully tucked-in; and 3) while spraying cockroaches draws out more of them, cursing them seems to keep them from returning.
A few words about my mandate. Nununa is a federation of 7 shea “unions” and 2 sesame “unions”, all from the Sissili and Ziro provinces. These unions are a collection of groups of shea and sesame product producers (all women). I am still learning about Nununa but essentially it has been an initiative facilitating access to micro-credit facilities and coordinating the marketing of an increasingly popular commodity, being shea butter, and more recently sesame products, both certified organic and fair-trade. It has also contributed to the semi-industrialization of an incredibly labour-intensive process (which remains extremely hard work). These women start before I arrive at 7:30-8am and are still working when I leave at 6pm. Shea butter is nick-named “l’or des femmes” but they certainly work for every ounce of it.
While I have had the pleasure of touring a few of the shea butter facilities, I am not actually making shea butter but instead working with the “équipe technique”, led by Abou, the director. For now I am performing a review of the various contracts entered into by the Federation and its predecessor entity and will be working on template agreements. The team is quite busy but they are mindful of the short term of my mandate and are helping me make the most of it.
Friday I visited the weekly market and picked up some beignets (friend in shea butter…soooo good) and some fabric to take to the taylor. Getting around is much easier since my acquisition of a bike. Today, Saturday, started with no electricity and no water but we’re getting used to it. Marama, from Nununa, took us to her tailor at the market to make sure we didn’t get “Nassara prices”! I’m looking forward to the finished product. This afternoon we visited the one hotel at the north end of Leo, Hotel Sissili, where we spent a couple of hours at the pool (and from which I am updating this blog).
Each day starts with the call for prayer from the local mosque, the smell of burning charcoal, the sound of roosters crowing, and a bike ride along red earth pathways past pigs, goats and school children smiling and calling out “nassara!”. I had great expectations for my first visit to West Africa and I can’t for a second say that I’m disappointed. Looking forward to week two. Some pics below but more of Leo to follow.

In Ouaga

In Ouaga (this woman's got style)

Federation Nununa (formerly UGPPK) offices

Nuts of the shea fruit, which are sorted and then crushed.

Piles of crushed and torrefied nuts

This machine turns the ground nuts into a brown liquid.

Machine for the torrefication.

The shea butter is then cooked to break down the butter into a liquid state.