So I’m stuck for another more year here in Burkina Faso. A West-African French-speaking country. I’ve been here for over a year now. Because of that, everyone expects me to speak fluent French now. I also thought I can do a year and emerge victorious and with a new learned language in my pocket. But what went wrong?
You see, I hated my country assignment. I even cried a bit when I received my new contract. Well, maybe not hate hate. Maybe just envious with my batch-mates. They got US, Japan, Chile, etc and I got Burkina Faso. WTF (Where’s the food?). Is it my performance for the past year? Are they secretly hating on me? I don’t know.
Before going to Burkina Faso, I stayed in Dakar, Senegal for almost three weeks. In fairness to them, they enrolled me to a French class. 10 sessions, 2 hours a day. 20 hours of guided French lessons. I repeat, 20 f*cking hours. Also, they gave me beforehand a How to Learn French books. I even Instagrammed it, maybe flipped a couple of pages and that’s it.

Now that I’m looking back, I realized that it’s mainly my fault. My indifference on learning a new language that will be very helpful for my two years stay here in Burkina Faso. What if I go to France? Or settle somewhere in Europe? I’m doomed!
One reason also is that a part of me knows that I will be quitting after a few months of training here. But no. I lasted even longer than I expected.
Also, I need to deal with several factors like fatigue, emotional stress, some sort of depression, homesickness, etc. I’m working on an 11-hour shift from Monday through Saturday for C’s sake. Yes, I have field breaks. It should be the time to relax and unwind but instead I get stressed even more. They asked me during one of my interviews before landing on this job if I am mentally / emotionally stable and I answered yes. I thought so. Maybe I’m not that mentally and emotionally stable after all.
Whoa! I didn’t see that coming. This post should be light. Well, watch out for my next post: My love-hate relationship with my job.

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