UNDERGRADUATE RESEARCH BLOGS

The Office of Undergraduate Research sponsors a number of grant programs, including the Circumnavigator Club Foundation’s Around-the-World Study Grant and the Undergraduate Research Grant. Some of the students on these grants end up traveling and having a variety of amazing experiences. We wanted to give some of them the opportunity to share these experiences with the broader public. It is our hope that this opportunity to blog will deepen the experiences for these students by giving them a forum for reflection; we also hope these blogs can help open the eyes of others to those reflections/experiences as well. Through these blogs, perhaps we all can enjoy the ride as much as they will.

The Game of Politics. The Hope of Youth.

Thursday August 7 

In my last post, I laid out several challenges that I have faced during my surveying such as respondents’ lack of time, willingness, or the appropriate qualifications. After the last couple days of surveying, those negatives hold true but the positives have become more apparent. Several times, people have complimented me on the quality of the questions and asked for additional details about my project. On occasion, my research assistant and I have been treated to ice drinks and strongly urged to stick around for lunch, which I have been tempted to do but refuse to do because I never have spare time. My favorite part of the process has been playing games with the kids at each home while waiting for the more older subject to complete the survey. Every time, children initially stop whatever they are doing, walk closely up to me, and stare at me with a blank, disgruntled face. But by the end of my short stay, they are all smiles.

My research assistant, Macadou, and I in Guédiawaye

Kids love the camera

In my last couple days of fieldwork, I have surveyed Guédiawaye, the second largest neighborhood in Dakar. Like Pikine, this sprawling, neglected suburb gave birth to the youth political movement, Y’en a marre. Today in this neighborhood, I had the honor to sit down and talk with Foumalade, one of the founders of Y’en a marre and a very popular rap artist in Senegal (See https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DejXrTX_Frw). I visited him at his organization, GHipHop Community Center, which is located in the heart of Guédiawaye. This open, decorative art space hosts socially and politically conscious classes in hip hop music, graffiti art, and dance for youth. Walking into the headquarters, I was stunned by the beauty of the space. Multiple outdoor classes were taking place with dozens of children chanting and singing music. I could feel the mission of the organization at work: channeling young energy for a positive Senegalese future. It is the same mission that Y’en a marre pursued in the presidential elections of 2012. Y’en a marre translates to “fed up,” as young people could no longer tolerate the frequent power outages, President Wade’s attempts to change the constitution, and his failure to reform health and education. Rappers and journalists rallied together using music as a tool to communicate messages of social empowerment. They encouraged youth to think for themselves, to demand more from their elected officials, and to be accountable third-party observers of Senegal’s democracy. A void that my research project seeks to fill is to find out how young people feel about this youth-based movement and whether the movement had a tangible, long-term impact on how they feel about the formal political process in Senegal.

GHipHop Headquarters

After examining my survey responses thus far, I noticed that a significant portion of youth said that their opinion of Y’en a marre has changed for the worse since 2012. Mainly, they believe that the movement conspired with the President and other politicians, received money from Western organizations, and betrayed their original message. When I asked Foumalade about that, he said that after winning the presidential election, President Macky Sall approached them multiple times to work together but they refused because their mission was to remain a reliable third-party watchdog of politicians. They knew that if they accepted, he would find a way to co-opt them. Nonetheless, politicians like Sall have come out and publicly stated that they are working with Y’en a marre, a savvy, dirty political move that Foumalade says has unfortunately turned youth’s opinions against them. He also described how “heated” the country was in 2012 and how Y’en a marre took advantage of this agitation to successfully register 500,000 youth to vote and change the course of the election. Despite its success in 2012 and its continued efforts to fight against youth apathy and distrust, we see that those in power can find easy ways to weaken them.

Foumalade and I exchanged emails and he said he was interested in learning about the results of my survey, specifically those regarding Y’en a marre. He also said he’d like to speak and perform at Northwestern like he has done several times for NYU. I am excited to look into the possibility once I return to Evanston.

The rap artist Foumalade and I
Music class for children
Graffiti at G-HipHop

I have noticed that Senegalese and American youth share some common ground in political behavior. In general, youth tend not to be politically involved and are so distrustful of politicians that they focus their attention on other things. Some say that Senegalese youth only care about “LDM – Lutte, Danse, et Musique” or “Fitness, Music, Dance.” Yet the two population groups also share key differences mainly due to differences in wealth. Although Senegalese youth love their country, many dream to leave for Europe or the United States for a better life because there are simply not enough jobs for the bulging population. The university students here are smart, hard-working students who obtain Master’s degrees, but most cannot find a paid job after graduation. The masses who do not even make it that far in the education system often devote their lives to religion. As leaders seemingly play politics instead of working to create jobs, the youth have lost trust in them.

I recently read an article that talked about how the Internet has made American youth more prone to apathy, complacency and inactivity in the political sphere. I find this argument valid to the extent that in developing countries like Senegal, youth tend to be more aware about political and social developments since the economic stakes are dire. In addition, Senegalese culture is rooted in spending time around the company of friends and family rather than communicating through smartphones. On the streets, one always sees groups of people drinking tea outside their homes, actively engaging in fruitful discussions about their country’s affairs.

I want to end this post by displaying all the political graffiti that I have seen throughout the capital city. Senegalese youth turn to graffiti to express their political opinions because they feel that they can not be heard by politicians and the media otherwise. Similar to the way youth mobilized rap music for political activism in 2012, they hope to create accessible “spaces” for youth. You can see painted slogans and designs on almost every block of the city and most of it refers to political candidates from past and present elections. Enjoy.

“Votez Pour Khalifa Sall” or “Vote for Khalifa Sall” who just got elected Mayor of Dakar. His popularity has jumped as of late and many believe he is the favorite to be elected President in 2017.
“Liberez Karim” or “Free Karim”. Karim Wade, son of former President Abdoulaye Wade, is currently imprisoned and under trial for corruption charges. Many Senegalese believe this is just a strong-armed political move.
“Wade Rek” or “Only Wade”
“Wade Degage” or “No More Wade”
“J’aime mon pays” or “I like my country” but someone inserted “Gourgui”, which is Abdoulaye Wade’s nickname, so that it would mean “J’aime Gourgui” or “I like Wade”. Posted over these messages is a campaign flyer for this year’s local elections.
PEACE
Promotion for young-based local development group
The political party “Rewmi” promoted over a soccer team’s advertisement
More political messages

 

The political coalition, Bokk-Gis-Gis

Fieldwork Update: Pikine

MONDAY AUGUST 4

After another week of surveying youth in neighborhoods, I have thus far collected 57 responses. The most recent area I surveyed is Pikine, a sprawling and populous suburb of Dakar that holds about 800,000 people. Although clearly neglected and desolate in several areas, Pikine also has a charm of youth and community. It is also the place where the political, hip-hop based youth movement Y’en a marre began.

My two days in Pikine tested the limits of my fieldwork strategy. Because the neighborhood was in the outskirts of the city, I had to wake up earlier than usual, around 6:30 am, to catch multiple buses in order to get there. The next 7 hours consisted of walking several miles through the neighborhood in scorching 100+ degrees weather. The breakfast that my home-stay family usually provides me consists of a long piece of bread which doesn’t sustain me much in general, let alone for a full day of traveling. Since I was not surveying near home for the first time, I ate lunch in Pikine, which does not have any restaurants designed for foreigners. Instead, I ate a fast-food style mafé, rice and chicken in peanut sauce, for $1 at a local restaurant. My stomach regretted that decision the next day.

 

 

 

My $1 meal

 

Goats are everywhere in Pikine

After receiving enthusiasm from all households in my first day of surveying, Macodou and I have since received mixed receptions. Some immediately welcome us with open arms and invite us to stay for lunch while children play with me. Some are busy, unwilling to participate, or suspicious that we work for the government. A few people have also taken an inordinate amount of time, up to 40 minutes, to finish the survey that is supposed to last 20 minutes. This happens either because they like to talk a lot or because they read and type slowly. I have realized that some of the French wording and formatting in my survey can be misconstrued by locals. But I cannot change it because in order for a survey’s results to be viable, it must remain constant for all respondents. In addition to unwillingness, many households simply do not meet the criteria of the age range and the alternation of male and female that random sampling requires. Despite these hurdles, most people who agree to participate do not have any complaints and finish in a reasonable amount of time.

In Pikine, more than other neighborhoods, I saw scores of children playing sports outside and enjoying each other’s company. If they are playing soccer, as they often do, I exchange passes with them and give them high-fives. One thing I do not enjoy so much is when they yell “Chinois!” or “Chinese!” at me and act out karate fight scenes. Senegalese strangers of all ages have called me Chinese and stared at me with a blank face. This is behavior I would find unacceptable in the United States. But I understand the reality that, as I have been told by locals, most of them have truly never seen an Asian man like me in their country except in Bruce Lee movies.

In addition to work, I was able to have some fun this week:

Celebrating Korité with lamb and traditional clothing

 

Shopping at H.L.M Marché

 

Helping a friend build her coconut drink shack

 

Yoff Beach

 

Riding the cheap, dangerous Karabou shuttle

In other news, I went to the hospital for the last time today! (Knock on wood). After one month of post-surgery maintenance, the large bandage over my stomach is finally off for good so I no longer have to ride the bus for 2 hours everyday to change it at the hospital.

On a semi-related note, the recent Ebola virus outbreak that has hit several countries in West Africa has not reached Senegal nor its bordering countries. Throughout my hospital treatment, I was told I should not be alarmed since Dakar is a capital city far away from the inland. Though I have heeded that advice, I am occasionally reminded by my concerned parents that a deadly virus is only two countries away from me.

I already leave Senegal in 9 days! Although I am excited to go home, there is still so much I want to do here and my last week will definitely be the busiest in terms of work and play. I will be surveying tomorrow (Tuesday) morning, Wednesday morning, and all day Thursday. In between, I will meet with one of the founders of Y’en a marre, attend a meeting for the local Rotary Club, eat dinner at the Korean Ambassador’s home, and hang out with friends. On Friday and Saturday, I will visit the hometown of my research assistant, Thiès, and spend time with his family. I will then survey all day Sunday and Monday. I leave next Wednesday.

Until next time,

Kenny

Farming toward health

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While in Rwanda, I had the chance to visit two organizations that are using agricultural programs to improve health and livelihood around the country.

The first organization One Acre Fund, known by it’s local name Tubura in Rwanda, is located in western Rwanda, in the beautiful district of Kibuye that lies on Lake Kivu. They were founded in 2006 and have grown extremely rapidly at their many project sites throughout East Africa. Their Rwanda program currently works with slightly over 70,000 small holder farmers.

One Acre Funs offers each farmer loans of seeds, fertilizer, and farm inputs, in addition to training on agricultural techniques and market facilitation. All of these components work together to help farmers increase yields and profits, therefore allowing them to better support their families. The farmers have a year to pay back their loans, using money from the surplus profits in the first year. In the past year, 99% of farmers in Tubura’s programs have repaid their loans within the allotted time frame. On average, each farmer sees an increase of over $100 USD in profits in the first year.

Though One Acre does not directly track health indicators of the families in their programs yet, they are moving into the health space over the next few years. Given the increased amount of home grown food and the water filters distributed by Tubura, it will be interesting to see the health impact of an organization with such a wide reach.

a bit about me

I’m back in my apartment in Evanston, slouching more than I should. I leave for a semester in India in a week. My visa is all in order, my flights all booked, and the thing I’m most anxious about is missing football season.

But enough about me.

My research on the Punjabi YouTubers of Toronto turned into a direct look into the Punjabi community of Brampton and how they are equally proud to be Canadian as they are Punjabi. Canada has been kind to their cultural identity, their language and organization of families largely intact. Interviewing the YouTubers was just beyond my reach; AKakaAMAZING, his career on the decline since his videos turned predominately negative, was off the grid. JusReign lives 45 minutes away from Brampton, and he has been especially busy releasing one video per week this summer. Superwoman was mostly out of the country during my visit. I at least had the chance to briefly meet each person, and though they seemed open to being interviewed at some point, this effort never panned out. I’m sure future attempts on visits to Toronto will prove fruitful, my connection to Parminder Singh indispensable. Despite leaving Canada, I don’t consider this project done. I had my introduction to the Sikh community in the Greater Toronto Area, and I should have no problem going right back at any time.

The Land of a Thousand Hills

 This is about our past and our future;

Our nightmares and our dreams;

Our fear and our hope;

Which is why we begin where we end…

With the country we love.

After a long flight from Brussels last week, I landed safely in Kigali, Rwanda, ready to begin exploring the next continent on my journey. I was greeted by a friend named Beth Larsen who has been living and working in Kigali for the past year. Given that I also go by Beth, we have had a lot of fun confusing people over the last week.

 

I spent the first four days in the country exploring the capital with Beth. Kigali is so clean and organized, a shocking difference from Kampala,  the nearby capital of Uganda. For example, the easiest and cheapest way to travel around the city is to hop on the back of a motorcycle, called a moto. In Uganda, these motorcycles often packed three or four passengers onto the small seat behind the driver, never had helmets to give to passengers, and were completely unregulated. In Rwanda, it is an entirely different story. Motos are allowed to carry one passenger, they must carry helmets for themselves and the passengers, and they are required to wear a numbered vest to help regulate the system. This is just one example of the differences, but there are many. All of the main roads are nicely paved, street vendors are illegal, so the streets are clean and orderly, and police officers are stationed every few hundred meters in the main parts of town.

One day, I was able to visit the Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre in Gisozi. It is a beautiful museum, built to commemorate the hundreds of thousands of lives that were lost during the 1994 genocide. The memorial opened in April 2004, which marked the tenth anniversary of the genocide. It was designed by the Aegis Trust, an organization that works to prevent genocide around the world.

The memorial is divided into three main exhibitions  inside – history and information about the genocide, an exhibit about genocidal violence that has occurred around the world, and a memorial dedicated to the children killed during the genocide. There are also elaborate gardens surrounding the building, lining the mass graves of more than 250,000 victims. Visiting the memorial was a horrifying reminder to me about the recent history of this country, and I left even more amazed about the resilience of the people and the reconstruction that has gone on since.

  

 The entrance to the Kigali Genocide Memorial Centre in Gisozi. 

Flowers line the mass graves of more than 250,000 individuals that died during the 1994 genocide. 

A New Way Forward

Though they lie thousands of miles apart, the countries of Guatemala and Peru continue to fight against the same seemingly unconquerable struggle: childhood malnutrition.

In both countries, nationwide data masks the severity of the problem. In Guatemala, childhood stunting affects around 50% of children under five, yet the prevalence soars to 70-80% in many indigenous communities. The disparities in Peru are equally as stark. In fact, the country is often overlooked by agencies providing nutritional support as the overall prevalence of childhood malnutrition is only about 15%, even though indigenous communities continue to see rates of 40, 50, even 60%.

As you can see, the problem of childhood stunting in Latin America is extremely prevalent, but it is not widespread. It is concentrated in impoverished indigenous populations that have faced years of racism, marginalization, and abuse. How can we begin to solve the nutrition crisis that was created by decades of political, economic, and social oppression?

The answer is not easy or immediately obvious. As you can quickly see from examining the data on stunting over the last few decades, the world has struggled to make significant progress despite the best efforts of governments and bilateral aid organizations. For example, malnutrition rates in rural Peru fell 0.3% in the ten years from 1996 to 2005. Even though change seems to be accelerating in the majority of countries,  it is not fast enough, nor consistent in its reach. In fact, as of 2010, fifteen countries now have a childhood malnutrition prevalence that is higher than it was in the 1990s.

Luckily, hidden in the shadows cast by governments and foreign aid, small grassroots organizations have been hard at work achieving remarkable success at improving the nutritional health of their communities’ children. For the past month, I have had the remarkable privilege and honor to investigate some of these programs first hand. Though their strategies are incredibly diverse, their passion for nutrition is identical.

For example, Wuqu’ Kawoq runs a patient centered nutrition program completely in the indigenous language of Kaqchikel, the language of many Mayan Guatemalans. In one community named Paya, the mothers of the children enrolled run the program themselves, taking all of the height and weight measurements to be recorded in the system. In another one of their communities, the director of the nutrition program was unable to find additional children to be admitted, at they were all growing adequately. This is what success looks like.

Close by in the highlands around Panajachel, Mayan Families runs an innovative and unique nutrition preschool program. Mothers are able to drop off their children for a daily program of Spanish lessons, supervised playtime, and a healthy breakfast and lunch. Looking at the data, many kids aged three to five years have made substantial growth gains, a big step toward overcoming the infantile malnutrition that many suffered. This is what success looks like.

An entire hemisphere away in the high altitude mountains of Peru, a young organization called Sacred Valley Health is training women to become health promoters in their communities, providing basic primary care and education about nutrition, sanitation, and disease prevention. They have more than doubled the number of health promoters in the last two years, allowing for important lessons about nutrition to be disseminated to more and more communities. This is what success looks like.

Toward the middle of the country, Future Generations is proving that a nationally sponsored health program called Community Health Administration Associations (CLAS) can be reformed to provide citizens with first class primary care. By developing accessible and accurate materials to train nurses to train community health facilitators, Future Generations has increased the rate of exclusive breastfeeding in Huancayo from 71.8% to 95.3% and has decreased the rate of malnutrition in children under two by almost 7% in just one year. This is what success looks like.

And last, but certainly not least, Feed the World is re-imagining agriculture in Northern Peru, one of the world’s most arid areas. By distributing loans of seeds and agricultural tools to farmers, along with providing extensive education on dry farming techniques, Feed the World equips farmers with the tools necessary to cultivate nutritious crops to feed their families even working within difficult circumstances. After the first year of the program, the regional and local government, along with the local university have taken over 74% of the project’s costs, a substantial investment in a previously ignored problem. This is what success looks like.

As I hope is clear by the examples above, the power and impact of small community based organizations to affect change cannot be underestimated. If we wish to make a profound difference in the prevalence of malnutrition around the world, we must not only wholeheartedly embrace the lessons on how to achieve large scale impact with a small scale, community approach, but we must continue to invest in these grassroots organizations and their fearless leaders who are working day in and day out to create a way forward.

If you are interested in learning more or inspired to support one of the causes above, you can access their websites at the embedded links throughout this post. 

A quick stop in Europe!

So sorry for the delay! The WordPress blogging platform has been exceptionally slow // impossible to load recently.

I am now on a flight from Brussels to Kigali, Rwanda to begin the next continent of my project! I will be spending about two weeks in Rwanda, followed by a week and a half in Uganda. I will be able to observe childhood malnutrition programs at three organizations – Gardens for Health, One Acre Fund, and Kigezi Healthcare Foundation.

Austria was a wonderful experience, and a perfect chance to rest and recover (and overcome jetlag!) before beginning my study in Africa! When I was in high school, my family hosted a student from Austria named Viktoria in my home for six months. Now, Viki is living and studying in Vienna, so I was lucky enough to have my own personal tour guide for the few days that I was there!

She took me all around the city, and I saw so many wonderful things. We started by walking around the city center, looking at the Cathedral, the horse drawn buggies, the famous shopping streets, and of course, lots of stops for gelato! She took me to explore her university, Vienna University of Economics and Business, which has a brand new campus that just opened last year. It was so beautiful! We visited two castles, as well.

After finishing in Vienna, we took the train to Upper Austria so that I could meet her family! I got to meet her mom, dad, and younger sister, which was lots of fun!  I didn’t know any German at the start, but now I can proudly say a handful of words and phrases. J On my last day, we took the train Salzburg to explore Mozart’s birthplace! It is such a gorgeous, quaint little town situated on a river at the base of the mountains. We met up with some of Viki’s friends from the university, and they showed us around their hometown!

I’m so grateful for my short European adventure, and I’m beyond excited to begin working in Africa! (No worries, I am visiting East Africa, far away from the Ebola outbreak!) I will try to post as much as possible, but the internet can be a bit difficult in Africa. Hope everyone is having a great summer back home! I can’t believe that it is already August!






Humble the Poet

from http://thepoetproject.tumblr.com/

Humble the Poet is a Toronto-based hip-hop artist, writer, creative, and elementary school teacher. His mission is to normalize the image of the beard and turban through his output, rapping and writing about life in Toronto, his worldview, and philosophy of Sikhism. He recently released a book titled UnLearn, which is a series of reflections and pieces of advice on how to live life with a healthier mind. Humble, as of last week, began a companion #UnLearn series on YouTube in which he shares his thoughts in short videos.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2artYPiSuA

I’ve twice met humble during my time in Toronto, first at his birthday party at a bar in Little Italy (every YouTuber I hadn’t met yet was there), and second when he came to Parminder’s house to plan a social media campaign (I’ll talk about that when the pilot video is released). He’s soft-spoken and thoughtful and bears a tattoo of the Punjab region on his neck. His friends find it odd that he has established himself to go by Humble when they all know them as Kanwer Singh.

The UnLearn project is founded on the premise that one can never stop learning — a quintessentially Sikh notion. The word “Sikh” is derived from the Punjabi verb “to learn,” and one of the duties of a Sikh is to always seek knowledge (I’m sure that play on words existed in some capacity when the religion was founded). Humble’s chapters and points don’t all necessarily resonate with Sikh scripture, those his basic philosophies of never fear and never hate are taken straight from the mool mantar. His aim in this book is not to spread Sikhi but to share basic moral values and a thirst for knowledge that the faith would encourage.

I didn’t get the chance to ask Humble why he chose hip-hop over bhangra, though his video explaining the UnLearn project gives a pretty clear idea — normalizing an image requires taking it through the mainstream. Hip-hop is a universal genre of music, the art form that, regardless of locale, gives a voice to the poor, the youth, the rebellious, and the socially progressive.

“Global hip-hop has emerged as a culture that encourages and integrates innovative practices of artistic expression, knowledge production, social identification, and political mobilization. In these respects, it transcends and contests conventional constructions of identity, race, nation, community, aesthetics, and knowledge.” — from “Hip-Hop & the Global Imprint of a Black Cultural Form” by Marcyliena Morgan and Dionne Bennett

Properly discussing Humble’s hip-hop career would require a separate project on Toronto’s hip-hop scene and the rise of Punjabi hip-hop. Punjab’s dance music exists primarily in bhangra, a genre that has seen the growth of rapping within its mainstream and more recently influence from EDM. Every Punjabi wedding reception, banquet hall gathering, or backyard birthday party you will ever attend will involve bhangra in some capacity, often with DJs whose subwoofers are so powerful they make the fabric of reality tremble. Punjabis have also delved into hip-hop independently of bhangra, turning to the more ubiquitous genre to share a message with a broader audience. Humble’s music tackles issues of race and class in Toronto and perceptions of Sikhism, using hip-hop as a vessel for communicating with a potentially non-Sikh audience. None of his songs that I’ve heard have been particularly explicit — provocative and controversial, yes, but not offensive for no reason or blatantly misogynistic. He preaches positivity and acceptance, avoiding the tropes of “f*** b****es, get money” to maintain a sense of artistic integrity.

I would love to get the chance to connect with Humble the Poet again. He is a deeply thoughtful and kind person with a very promising career ahead of him.

Works Cited
[1] Marcyliena Morgan and Dionne Bennett, “Hip-Hop & the Global Imprint of a Black Cultural Form,” Daedalus Vol. 140, No. 2 (Spring 2011), http://www.jstor.org/stable/23047460,  pp. 179-196.

Tips for Traveling alone

At times, it can be lonely. What can be fun is listening into other people’s conversations, and make up stories about their lives.

If you happen to be someone who sings to yourself or has a tendency to accidentally talk to yourself, and then realize only after you pass someone that you are talking to yourself, and then laugh at the whole situation, which only makes you look crazier — its ok, as long as you don’t mind mothers pulling their children as far away from you as possible.

Finding People to talk to:

Conversation Starter: Don’t be afraid to start up conversations at the theatre/ on the train/ in line. People like human connection, especially if you are an exotic foreigner (ok, so Americans aren’t that exotic, hate to break it to you but we are everywhere, but still relatively different!). Some of the best people you may meet are in those little conversations.

 

Pay it Forward: Find every moment you can to do something nice for someone else, including but not limited to: Helping someone bring their stroller down the stairs, helping someone with their bags if it looks like they are having trouble, picking change up for someone if it falls out while they are trying to pay, holding the door open, saying “thanks and have a good day” every time you leave a store.

Things, though quite kind, you probably shouldn’t do to a stranger unless extremely necessary: trying to walk someone else’s dog, picking up after someone’s dog (while the owner is present, bag at the ready), asking someone if they would like you to carry their wallet and passport, combing someone’s hair (unannounced), asking someone if they want your left overs because you hate food waste but don’t have a fridge, giving someone if they want a horsey back ride (piggy back ride is slightly more socially acceptable, only slightly though) .

 

Adoption: The urge to be “adopted for a day” by some elderly couple is definitely a real thing. If, after some listening in, you think you have found the right couple, here are some ways to start the connection (blanks refer to filling in wherever you are at): “What do you think of the _____” “Have you ever been to ____ before?” “Have you been to places like _____ before” “What led you to ______” “How old do you think ____ is?” “Isn’t the weather wonderful/horrible? I can’t believe we are having such great/bad weather!” “What else have you seen since you have been here?”

Things that maybe you should avoid starting the conversation with include: “Please be my adopted grandparents for the day.” “I am thinking we all need ice cream right now. Your treat?” “You look like you could use an extra grandchild to spoil. I happen to be available starting now.” “I need some human interaction, you two are humans.” If you do accidentally slip and start the conversation with any of these, my advice would be slowly walk away, facing them but avoiding eye contact, find another couple (IN A NEW LOCATION) and start the process over again.

The Addiction

Hi my name is Nikki, and I have been off of peanut butter for 32 days now. Unwillingly. You know, for the first month you don’t even realize that you are missing it. Sure an occasional “oh peanut butter would go really well with this” occurs, but it is more a drifting thought than an aching need. On day 30, I was traveling around the South Bank, looking for a good fruit smoothie. When I got there, I was looking through their menu and I thought something was missing. And then it hit me. Peanut butter was nowhere to be seen. They had berry smoothies, green smoothies, even a banana and honey smoothie, but no “peanut butter protein power” one, or “peanut buttana jive”. Naively, I asked the workers if they had it as an additive. While they looked apologetic as they stated “no sorry”, they clearly didn’t understand the gravity of their answer. I realized at that moment I had never gone this long without the delicious oh so manufactured jarred good, and the count begun.

If any of you readers happen to be popping to England in the next couple of weeks, please bring peanut butter. You will be greatly rewarded.