26 February, 2013

It ain't heavy


I’m discovering African markets while travelling for ILRI. Last month I was in Tamale, the biggest town in the Northern region of Ghana, to facilitate a training on agrifood marketing and value chains for farmer beneficiaries of the Volta 2 project. So I took the opportunity to visit the central retail and wholesale markets there.

From past literature on agrifood marketing in Africa, I had come to understand that one of the plagues of markets on the continent was the lack of common measurements for mass and volume, which was very detrimental to farmers and consumers. One woman farmer involved in the training explained: a common mode of measurement used by stakeholders in the value chains are large bowls or basins. They fill these bowls up with grain and buy or sell the product at a given price per bowl. However, the bowls can be filled up to various degrees: flat up to the rim, or with the product piling up above the rim. Traders are known to change their bowl-filling practices depending on whether they are buying or selling. The farmers at the training complained that when they are selling grains to traders, what the trader measures at 3 bowls, they could measure at 3 bowls and a half! I was even told the bowls could be adulterated by filling up the bottom with material so the outside volume looked the same but the containing volume was actually much smaller. This is a source of great transaction costs in African markets because farmers and consumers have to bargain not only the price of the goods, but also the way the goods will be measured. The solution to this, according to past literature, would be the introduction of weighing scales.

So I was pleasantly surprised to see that in the central retail market of Tamale, all the butcher stalls were equipped with proper weighing scales, thus allowing butchers and consumers to transact meat and agree on its price per kilogram. Using a weighing scale can also help consumers buy the quantity that they really need for the size of the household, thus avoiding food waste in areas where refrigeration is not widespread in household kitchens. In the butcher stall photographed above, there were two scales: one hanging scale for large beef carcasses and one smaller scale for cut meat chunks. Unfortunately, scales were still rare on the stalls selling fresh produce and dried fish where the products were still being sold by the bunch or by the stack.

He ain't heavy, he's my brother
The Hollies, Very best of The Hollies, EMI




15 January, 2013

Oh, bring us a figgy pudding

I have spent the holiday season with my parents in their country house in the middle of the pine forest in the Southwest of France.

It has been a relaxing holiday: a bit of running in the morning, cooking and eating twice a day, and lazing by the fireplace most of the rest of the time.

Christmas day lunch was particularly generous. My grand-aunt Odette had invited us to a very good restaurant and decided we should all have the Christmas lunch. It so happened that 25 December 2012 had been assigned to me as a day where I should document all my food intake so as to contribute to the French online survey on health and nutrition Nutri-Net Santé. I was therefore busy taking notes of all the food I was eating at the restaurant. You'll see from the photo on the side (click on it to increase the size and read the detail) that this was definitely not a normal meal.

My dinner on that day was very frugal to compensate. Now that I am going back to Nairobi, I have to come back to a healthier diet too.

Happy and delicious 2013 to all!

We wish you a merry Christmas
Traditional carol, John Williams and the Boston Pops, We wish you a merry Christmas, Philips
(no figgy pudding line in this version but an exuberant orchestra, most fitting to welcome the new year)

17 December, 2012

The first time...


There were lots of musical and food-related Kenyan firsts for me this past week.

I performed for the first time with the Nairobi Music Society choir in their Christmas concert inside All Saints Anglican Cathedral of Nairobi last week end. I was even given a solo and shared the spotlight with three other local singers in a Renaissance quartet. Because the choir and orchestra were already taking up all the space between the elevated Cathedral choir and the audience in the naive, all four soloists were asked to squeeze into the elevated pulpit. It was a snug fit.

On Saturday night I went to see my first Kenyan musical at the National Theatre. ‘Seventeen’ was a show about a class of high school teenagers with a Dr Jekyll-&-Mr Hyde-type girl in the leading role. The lyrics were intelligent, the tunes catchy and arrangements groovy. The strings in the small live orchestra could have done with further tuning practice, but overall, it was a commendable musical performance composed and produced by the staff and students of the Kenya Conservatoire of Music.

I baked my first batch of pastry from my new oven in my apartment. Because I am still waiting for my furniture and cooking utensils to arrive from Paris, all I had were the two sauce trays provided with the oven. So I baked butter biscuits and shared them with colleagues. I am glad to report that the oven is working fine.




I went to the Agha Khan University Hospital on Wednesday to see a doctor. The hospital is supposed to be the best in town; it is definitely not as glitzy as the hospitals I had been to in Bangkok but the staff were competent and I got all the medication I wanted for the small ailments I had. What is the link here with music and food? It was Jamhuri Day, the national day of Kenya. So the television in the waiting room was broadcasting a special programme of whole-day national community-building songs performed by various choirs in different locations of the country. I had a very musical, although rather long, wait to see the doctor. Food: I was given a deworming treatment for my high white blood cell count. Probably some parasite I got because of eating too many good things in other exotic places…

The first time ever I saw your face
Johnny Cash, The man comes around, Universal Mercury records

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?



Last week ILRI held its end-of-year party on the Nairobi campus. It was a BIG party: there was food, drink and music for probably 400 people from noon to midnight. Colleagues from other campuses around the world had also joined thanks to meetings they were attending in town on that day. So it was a good opportunity for me to meet new colleagues whom I had not yet been introduced to.


 The food reflected Kenyan party fare: barbequed meat, lots of it. There was grilled mutton, grilled chicken, grilled sausages, even an entire cow slowly roasting throughout the party so that there was food available at all times. I discovered and quite enjoyed the local mutura: grilled traditional Kenyan black pudding sausages made from most of an animal’s bowels and blood, with lots of spices added in to overcome the strong smell and taste. 

We were entertained throughout the party by singing, dancing and drama performed by staff members in the ILRI got talent competition. The DJs did a great job keeping the party spirit alive throughout the day despite the large amount of food and drink we had all ingested. The music and bass loudspeakers pumped until late that night with a mix of African and Dance music.

It was great fun to work for ILRI on that day.

Another brick in the wall
Pink Floyd, The wall, EMI

13 December, 2012

Clip-clop, giddy-up!

Read my latest blog post on ILRI clippings: where I want to go in the next few years of my work life with the International Livestock Research Institute.

Clip-clop
Cloud cult, Advice from the happy hippopotamus, Rebel group

16 November, 2012

Lay off of my shoes!

One does not usually eat shoes, but I find they are just as desirable as food.

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Blue suede shoes
Elvis Presley, The essential Elvis Presley, Strategic marketing

04 November, 2012

Come on, dance and sing!

 
Yesterday was the first Friday of the month and like every first Friday of the month, there was a barbeque and karaoke night on the ILRI Nairobi campus, organized by the Housing, catering and conferencing team for the staff, their family and guests. Great food: hamburgers, chicken legs and mutton steaks, all grilled by the chefs upon request. I had the mutton with chips and fresh tomatoes and found they were delicious. The bar at the ILRI Enkare Club would serve you any drink you wanted at a very reasonable price.

And there was music with a DJ. Live music too: we were the ones doing it with the karaoke. After Asian karaoke in Bangkok, I had a great time with African karaoke. I must try to learn the tunes to local Swahili songs as the words are easy to follow because they are written in the Latin alphabet. The closest I could get to singing an African song was The lion sleeps tonight.



Colleagues were having a great time eating, drinking, singing, and dancing. People would just rise up from their chairs and start swaying their hips in time with the music. It seems they know how to party here. So I am really looking forward to the ILRI Christmas dinner in early December. We may all be committed to improving agricultural systems in which livestock are important at ILRI, but it is still important to relax and enjoy other things than work with colleagues.


Everybody
Madonna, Madonna, Sire/Warner Bros