Women's Day 2014

Last Saturday was International Women's Day. Unlike last year, there were a bunch of events in my village organized by the mayor's office. Did they promote women in the community? Dubious. Were they entertaining for village residents? Fairly. 

The day started with a women's bicycle race. I wasn't planning on participating because I was worried it would be weird, but at the last second my friend Ami talked me into it, and in the end I was glad that I did. In total 22 women participated. It was only about a kilometer long and the wind was at our backs the whole way, so we went really quickly. It was pretty fun, and most of the village came out to watch it and cheer for everyone, and they seemed really excited that I was participating. I was impressed with how fast some of those women could bike on cheap rickety village bikes. They made it clear that it wasn't a race to win, though, rather it was just a race "to bike together and to have fun," and in the end, everyone got a Women's Day pagne (more on those later).

After the race, people gathered at an elementary school, and village officials gave speeches. They were in Mooré, so I can't comment too much on their content, but they were interspersed with traditional singing and dances. Women do this one dance where they gather in a circle and clap in these kind of complex rhythms, and then two at a time, they go into the middle and kind of twirl around until they bump their hips against each other on the strong beat. I call it the butt-bumping dance. It's kind of scary when the really big women do it...you have to be careful who you bump butts with. Some of the women also did a parade, which I think was supposed to illustrate the different roles that women play in the village.

Following the speeches, the mayor's office provided rice to the population, but the village officials went back to the prefect's house for a special lunch. (The prefect is the government representative for the region.) Naturally, Katie (the volunteer at my neighboring site) and I were invited since we're the official white people. It was ironic...men are supposed to cook and serve for their wives on Women's Day, but it was the prefect's wife who did all the cooking and serving along with one other woman whom they hired to help her. What's more, all the men sat in one corner and immediately made a little circle, and left the women outside in the less-comfortable chairs. Then, the men were served first, and they got the first pick of the special side dishes (tofu kebabs and green beans), which the women didn't get to serve themselves from until the men were done eating. Come oooon. That's not even trying. The prefect's wife didn't even get to sit with everyone else; after she was done serving, she made a plate for herself and went off into a back room to eat.

Katie left after that, and I went to hang out with the tanties (French for aunties). Every year, Burkina comes out with a different pagne (printed fabric) for Women's Day and anyone who can afford it gets a special outfit made out of it. I wasn't a big fan of the pagne for this year, especially the brown color, and then for some reason my tailor chose orange embroidery to go over it. Brown and orange, really? He did a good job tailoring it otherwise, though. Pictures with the tanties below.

The day ended with a men vs. women soccer match. I'm not sure how that promotes women in society, especially since it was the big tanties who were playing, some of them still wearing their new outfits. First of all, of course the men are going to let the women win, so the whole thing is just silly, and then of course the women are going to play badly because it's the only game they'll play, and maybe the only time they'll run, in the entire year. Every time they went to kick the ball and missed, or when they passed the ball to no one, everyone in the audience laughed. They can pretend that they were laughing together with the women, but I found the whole thing uncomfortable. They all wanted me to play, too, but I'm not going to put myself out there so they can laugh at me because, haha, women playing soccer, what a silly idea!

I like that Women's Day is such a big deal in Burkina and that the government makes such an effort to promote it as a holiday. On the other hand, I remember reading once in a college psychology course that an outlier does not change people's preconceived notions nearly as much as something that is only mildly deviant. This one day where everything is supposed to be different is too easily dismissed the second that it's over. The day that I see a village woman getting served lunch at the same time as the mayor and eating from the same table as he does will be worth a hundred March 8ths.

Some pictures for your viewing pleasure.

Bicycle races are coming your way, so forget all your duties, oh yeah.

Butt bumping dance

Women's parade

Women's Day outfits with Katie

Celebrating with the tanties (aka the Big Mommas)

Tanties all together. Apparently I'm the only one who's been practicing her photo smile.

Wend na ko-d veere. May God give us next year.