Hawa: The Gift of
Relationship
I have talked before about Hawa, the woman who cooks and
cleans and washes our clothes for us.
She is originally from Benin, but has lived a lot of her adult life in
Niger. She is widowed and the
mother of 7 children. After her
husband died she returned with her children to Benin but was unable to find
work. So she left 5 of her
children in Benin and returned to Niamey with her 2 year old twins and a young
girl who lives with her and helps her with the twins. Having worked here before, she had contacts and was able to
find several part time jobs.
She moved back to her old “concession” (neighborhood) but to
a much smaller living space. She
and the twins and young girl live in a small one-room mud home made with the
red sand mixed with water. This
becomes a problem during the rainy season as the structure leaks and begins to
disintegrate.
She has a sandy area outside the one door into her enclosed
living space. The sand is not
typical beach sand; it is a very fine dusty sand. She cooks in the sandy area, bathes her children in the
sandy area, washes her clothes and hangs them on straw walls to dry – in the
sandy area. Really her way of
living is like primitive camping – all the time. No indoor plumbing – actually no plumbing. Any water she uses is brought to her in
containers that she purchases from the water boy – a young boy pulling a cart
with large plastic containers.
I had the privilege of going to her home on Friday. I wanted to give her something for
Christmas so had asked what would be appropriate and was told to give 25 Kilos
(55 lbs) of rice. My friend Mary
took me in her truck (the choice vehicle of every ONG here) to purchase the
rice and then we delivered it and Hawa to her home.
The young girl was bathing the twins – one at a time in a
plastic tub in the sandy area - as we arrived. It was a perfect photo opportunity but I had forgotten to
bring my camera.
I, of course, was given the only chair – some advantages to
being old and then Hawa borrowed a chair from a neighbor for Mary. Hawa sat on a woven mat on the
ground. It was such an honor to be
there. Being white, we were quite
the interest of the area.
I think there would never be a quiet moment where she lives.
She is literally right next to the next family and she is also on a main
walking route. There are more
children than you can imagine, people constantly walking by, music playing,
making it anything but quiet and peaceful – but there is a real feeling of
community.
For example there was a water hole across the path from
Hawa’s. Every now and then someone
would empty her bath, dish, or laundry water into the hole. The hole is man-made because the family
across from Hawa is making bricks to do some building on their site and asked
the community for water. Hence all
disposable water is being dumped in this water hole - the community is working
together.
Mary said “everyone” saw the rice being carried to Hawa’s
place and she will be expected to share what she has. Makes me wonder how long it will last.
I think Hawa is very smart. She speaks her native Benin tongue, Zarma, Hausa, and French
and understands a little English.
Yet she can’t read in any language. She does the baking and cooking all by heart – this includes
banana bread, peanut butter cookies and pie crust.
I had this idea of trying to teach her to read in
French. Get it? I am teaching her French. She seems thrilled to be doing this so
stay tuned. Actually the idea is
that I can come up with words for her to learn but she can help me with
pronunciation. So we are helping
each other. I think maybe this is
the way relationships are supposed to be.
And maybe this is why I am here!!
So my goal for the last two months we are here is to help
her feel confident enough to continue and maybe find someone who would help her
– after all this is a literacy center!!
I hope to take advantage of that as well as make sure she has some good
employment when we leave. She is a
treasure and a gift to me.
Thank
you God for our angel Hawa and the gift of a relationship with her.
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