Mardi Gras in St. Louis

The Mardi Gras in the United States and elsewhere in the world is an annual event of extraordinary proportions. It is defined by revelry, colour and excitement. This year’s edition was no exception. It does not take place in just one city in the US, but the biggest of them all holds in New Orleans in the state of Louisiana – an area that marks the beginning of the festival in the late 1600s. The Mardi Gras is so named in French (“Fat Tuesday”) to define the last days of indulgence before the beginning of Lent on Ash Wednesday.

American beauties

I had gone to this year’s event in St. Louis in company of an American friend and classmate. Apparently, one of the biggest attractions of the festival carnival is the now accepted spectacle of women flashing their breasts to all interested for a little fee of colourful beads. Needless to say, before we entered the long street called the Soulard where thousands of human bodies lined up to witness the parade of colourful costumes and dance, we made sure to have purchased a whole lot of colourful beads on strings, just in case we needed them. It turned out that we did; we found beads of different colours, thickness and length – just like ours – on everyone’s necks. Those who didn’t have enough were found jostling to catch any of the many more strings of beads that were flung into the crowd by members of the parade that took place later. As part of the history of the cultural event, it is said that young women gathered in evenings around fireplaces to count their gains of the carnival in the number of beads they obtained. And all they had to do to get the beads is to flash their breasts, which, I should say, also came in different shades and sizes, from what we saw.

The parade this year included: a march-past by uniformed representatives of the American military, marching to an accompanying band. Other highlights were: a costume re-enactment of the French revolution along with a life-size guillotine wheeled across the street following the French flag and a big banner that read not ‘off with her head’ but “Off with her top”; a bike ride; a campus dance band complete with drums and cheerleaders; motor scooter rides of different shapes and colours; and horseback riding. Some of the displays were serious – like the military parade that had the crowd chanting “U-S-A! U-S-A!”. Some were ludicrous – like a parade of colourfully dressed women on a truck with a banner that read “18+ holes with Tiger Woods.” Most were fun, and they took the same form: somebody was throwing beads at the crowd, especially in the direction of women who showed their breasts, and kept them hanging open for long amidst the loud roar of approval from the teeming crowd.

Rice and red beans

The crowd was unimaginable. It is estimated that there were more than 50,000 people at that event on Saturday, February 13; and this is just a conservative estimate based on visual approximation. A few minutes into the Soulard Street, I came across a man in an overcoat and a black hat whose beard and facial structure reminded me so much of the Nigerian Nobel Laureate. But I was standing at a roadside shed eating hot rice and red beans in sauce with mouth full, so that I lost a golden chance to scream “Prof!” behind his back. A few seconds later when such a chance presented itself, the man had disappeared down the street, and the initial hope of finding him – since “it can’t be so hard to locate a man in coat and a black hat down this street” – quickly frittered away. Such was the enormity of the crowd that occupied each labyrinth of the now festive street and its many alleyways, prompting the wonder about just how large the Mardi Gras festival would be in New Orleans, Louisiana this year. I also wondered how much larger the crowd here would have been – or how wild – had the event taken place in the summer.

Beside the indulgence and the number of people at this year’s event that has become part of American festival culture, I’ll remember it most for the colourful costumes, the parades, the beauty of beads around American necks, the roadside food stalls that cost almost double what they did on normal days, the capacity of the human spirit for fun and liveliness even in the face of a harshly cold weather, and the beauty of St. Louis at night. All these, for me, show an optimism that proves once again that life will always go on.

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As published in 234Next on February 19, 2010.

Western Union Sucks/Rocks!

It usually depends on whom you have decided to ask, but if you ask me, I’d say they don’t do too badly, although they could improve. Actually, if you had asked me sometimes early yesterday morning, I’d have said without equivocation: Western Union sucks!!! Here is the story.

The other alternative to sending money to Nigeria would have been to wait until some other person is travelling home from here. That other person would be travelling in a few weeks. Too long, I thought. Of course there is also that option of sending said money via wire transfer, but we already know how dumb that is. Bank charges will end up depleting said transfer even before it gets to destination, so that left the Western Union.

A friend had told me a few hours earlier to go to a Western Union physical location to send said money rather than send it via their website, and something had told me that it may have had to do with the “Nigerian” factor. Nevertheless, I went to the website and started the sending process. There was an experience to be had, and in any case, I didn’t want to go out. Wasn’t technology supposed to make things easier?

So I completed all the forms online, specified said amount, specified my card numbers, specified recipient’s address, and my address plus phone numbers. Everything was supposed to be fine, right? No. The last page of the transaction had the information for me to call a customer’s service number before the transaction could be finally confirmed. So I did.

“What’s your name sir?”

I told her.

“And where are you sending this from?”

I told her.

“And who’s the recipient sir?”

I told her.

“Okay, I hope you don’t mind, we are supposed to ask you this questions to confirm your identity.”

“No problem,” I said. “I don’t mind at all. Is that all?”

“No, I would like to have your zip code.”

I gave it.

“Alright. Give me a moment please.” She said, and I waited for a few minutes. Then she came back on the line. “I’m sorry Mr. Callerwarlay, this transaction has been declined. You will need to go to a physical location to send your funds.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m sorry, but I can not disclose the reason, as a matter of policy. Do you want me to tell you the nearest WU office to you?”

“Of course NOT. I need to know the reason for this arbitrary screening…”

“I’m sorry sir, but that’s the policy…”

I was too annoyed to continue, or to inform my friend that she could have been right, so I hung up the phone. Now I would have to go out to the ATM, withdraw money, take the bus and go to a bank. That sucks. How much do I even have in my account? Lemme check. I logged on to my bank only to find, horror of horrors, that the said amount has been deducted from my account already. What? I picked up the phone again, this time with a perceptible irritation in my voice.

“You did tell me that my last transaction was declined, without reason, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“I have just checked my account balance, and guess what, the money has been deducted.”

“Oh yes sir, that happens. The money is not with WU. We have not charged you for the transaction, but your bank may have removed it because you authorized it to while completing the form online.”

“What?”

“Yes sir. If you’d call them, they’d tell you how soon the money would be returned. It shouldn’t be more than 5 to 7 business days.”

“Let me get this straight,” I said. “You won’t complete my transaction for an unknown reason, yet you can keep my money for seven days?”

“No sir. The money is with the bank. Not with us.”

“This doesn’t make sense,” I replied, “And I won’t wait for another seven days. You either reverse the deduction right now or give me a reason for why you are not completing my transaction.”

“Please talk slowly sir,” She said. “I’m having trouble hearing you now.”

“Alright ma’am. The problem is that I NEED to send that money today, and I don’t have enough money in my account to try again, so you will have put my money back in there right now, or I won’t let you go.”

“Sir, there’s nothing we can do. You’ll have to contact your bank.”

There is nothing I hate more than bottlenecks, and I knew right then that my bank would take at least 5 days to rectify this situation, which was none of my fault. It was enough insult to be denied the chance to send money from the comfort of my room. But to add the injury of having my money to use while I wait? Nope, I aint taking it.

So I said, “please let me speak with your supervisor if you can’t handle this.” I’d been told that this always helps.

“No problem sir. Give me a minute,” she said, and put me on hold.

He came on the line soon enough, and after listening to my rant, explained that the transaction was declined because I had given the wrong answer to a question during the final verification call. That’s crazy, I said. I doubt that could have been possible because I took extra efforts to be sure that everything was accurate. He apologized again profusely and said the money was with the bank. Still.

“Is there anyway you could reverse the declined transaction so that I can do it again, now that you can confirm my identity?”

“No sir. It’s not that easy. It’s all for security reasons. You may try again tomorrow, but I’d advise that you go to a physical location to send it.”

“So what about my money that has now been deducted?” I asked.

“Hold on a minute, let me speak with you bank to know when they’d return it.”

“They’d better return it right now, or I’m not taking it gently.”

“Don’t worry. Just hold on for a minute while I speak with them.”

After a few mins, he got back on the line to tell me that my money had been returned. I checked and it was so. On top of that, he offered me a promotion code with which I could go to a physical location and get 50% off the sending fees. What else could I ask for? I hung up, satisfied. The money has now been sent, and successfully received, although I had to take a bus to get to the physical location not so close by. But it was not that bad. I got a free ride by my professor, and I was able to shop for some groceries. And the 50% discount didn’t hurt either. It is not too bad a customer service experience, but I would like not to have to go through such stress if I can just send the money online, from the comfort of my room.

PS: The money was towards to Jos Red Cross relief efforts.

More from the Mardi Gras

Here are some more pictures from the Mardi Gras, St. Louis that ended on Tuesday. Here’re are also a few of my observations from the event.

A disorientatingly large crowd.
Unexplainably expensive drinks.
(Eventually) drunk boys and girls from all over the world.
ATM machines that charged $8 on every transaction. Absence of any topless black girls. A heavy police presence, most of who came out of the state of Missouri. One of the cops we spoke to said he had come from Chicago. A confusing labyrinth of alleys at the Soulard Street where the event took place.
Rude, drunk and aggressive boys.
Liberal Brazilian girls with names written on all part of their clothing.
Colourful beautiful  costumes, and beads.
Delicious turkey legs.
Somebody that looked so much like Prof Wole Soyinka.
Loud music. A long unending carnival of different kinds.
ID required for all drinks bought even if said ID belonged to someone else. Patriotism: the crowd yelled “USA. USA!”  when the parade of American military men marched past.
A lively carnival atmosphere. Thousands and thousands of beads thrown into the crowd.

In New Orleans, Louisiana where the celebration has its largest following in the United States, as in St. Louis Missouri where on this day private transportation was suspended for reason of order and ease of movement of scheduled large buses and the numerous visitors,  the Mardi Gras is always a colourful carnival featuring a series of activities during the days preceding the so called Fat Tuesday. Before the fasting of Lent begins on Ash Wednesday, it is the belief that all indulgence are in order, and that believers (since it started as a religious festival) should eat all they could. This explains the amount of drunkenness and liberal behaviour that has defined the event as a cultural identity for the season, and for the cities in which they take place annually in the United States and all over the world.

Update (Friday February 19th 2010): There is an article in today’s  NEXT newspaper about the event. I wonder who wrote it.

Reacciones

I do not read nor speak Spanish much, so these don’t really count as vanity. Or maybe they do. They’re responses from students of an intermediate Spanish class who attended my talk two weeks ago. Culled from the class Facebook group, thanks to Professor Cuervo.

  • Fui a la presentación oral de Kola. La población de Nigeria es más que 50 millón. El tiempo en Nigeria es muy muy caliente. Kola dijo que la gente de Yoruba mira muchas películas de los estados unidos. Aprendí que cuando Kola llegó en los estados unidos él fue muy frío pero Kola llegó en agosto. También aprendí que hay poetas y cantantes en los estados unidos que son de Yoruba. – K. Mraz
  • Me encanta la presentación de Kola sobre la cultura de Yoruba. Fue muy interesante. Aprendí que el país de Nigeria tiene más que 500 idiomas. El idioma de Yoruba es el segundo popular de todos los idiomas en el país. Tambíen, aprendí que los raíces “ola” y “ayo” son muy popular en los nombres de la gente de Yoruba. Los raíces “ola” y “ayo” significan riqueza. – A. DeLuca
  • Yo fui a el evento, Cultura de Yoruba, y pense que son fue muy interesante. Aprendí que “ola” significa “riqueza” en Yoruba. Kola es el nombre del hombre de Yoruba, y su nombre significa riqueza también. Kola hablas cinco lenguas! Yoruba es en Africa y hay 15,000,000 personas que habla la lengua,Yoruba. Kola él lleva un sombrero llamó un “fila”. El dijo que el clima es muy diferente aquí. La presentación fue muy de información. – J.M. Ritter
  • Me gusta mucho la cultura de Yoruba. Las comidas que tuvieron para tratar fueron deliciosas. El hombre de Yoruba fue muy cómico con su presentación. Habló de cerveza y fiestas para unos minutos. También habló de la clima mucho. Dijo que el tiempo es muy diferente aquí en los estados unidos. Una amiga de él (ella vive en África) llamó por teléfono y dijo que fue muy fría en África ayer. Él dijo, “¿Que fue el tiempo?” y ella respondió, “Fue 82 grados”. Pienso que esto es muy cómico porque ella fue seria. El hombre Yoruba nos dijo que tiene miedo porque muchas personas le dicen que tiempos más frías están llegando antes de la primavera. En totalidad, su presentación fue muy interesante. – T. Dent
  • Fui a la presentación sobre la cultura de la Yoruba. El hombre (no recuerdo su nombre) tiene veinte y ocho años, y sabe seis lenguas, pero en su cultura hay quinientas lenguas. Hay muchas personas famosas de Yoruba como Seal, Sade Adu, Hakeem Olajuwon, y Wole Soyinka que ganó el Premio Nobel en 1986. En nombres, la palabra “riqueza” es mencionada muchos tiempos. Nosotros podemos tratar el jugo de arándanos y galletas de plátano. – L. Murphy

Old Man’s Winter Guide To Beating The Snowpocalypse Blues

This is a guest-post by the blogger Rayo from Washington DC. All I know about her is that she is Yoruba, from Nigeria, and that she once attended Howard University. She also takes some very nice pictures. You can check her blog here. I’m featuring this post because for the first time in a long time according to the news, there was snow in all the states of the United States, except Hawaii. The people in the Washington DC and East Coast area were the worst hit with many feet of snow. Rayo has humorously captured her reaction to the season in twelve short informative nuggets. Enjoy.

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In the wake of the current record-breaking winter weather in the Washington, DC, area, I decided to explore my neighborhood and assess the damages that this record-breaking snowfall has caused.  Boy was I surprised when I came across Old Man Winter! This little guy hasn’t been sighted in over 110 years—since the “Snowmageddon of 1899”—so it caught me by surprise when I saw him just chilling by the side of the road a few days ago.  After much coaxing (he’s camera shy), my friend and I were able to convince him to pose for some photographs as well as give us some Do’s and Don’ts for surviving the Snowpocalypse.  It’s a pretty good guide, especially for those that aren’t used to so much snow.

1.       DO go grocery shopping before the snowfall gets too heavy.  If you don’t, you might find that when you get hungry and realize that there’s nothing in the fridge, the grocery store will be closed.

2.       DO take caution when “ice-walking” more than two miles under white-out conditions to your favorite Chinese food carryout because the grocery store is closed and the carryout is the only place crazy enough to stay open.  Remember that, since the sidewalks will become mountains of snow, you will have to walk on the road. Make sure you’re walking in the opposite direction of traffic.  This way, you’ll know when to jump when a car is sliding towards you.

3.       DO buy thick gloves and a ski mask (or thick scarf) in order to prevent your hands and face from freezing and falling off while walking in hurricane-like winter conditions.

4.       DO make sure you have at least two back-up means of transportation.  You might wake up and find (or not find) your car in this type of situation.  Not good. You might also find that the Metro buses are either out of service or are only running on “special routes,” or that only underground train stations are open and even those stations have special delays. In short, be prepared to walk.

5.       DO be patient with the public transit employees. Remember that even though you don’t have to work and you’re only on your way to a snowball fight, they have to work. Plus, there’s nothing like the comfort of feeling like you’re in a meatpacking factory.

6.       DO try to make it into work at least one day during the Snowpocalypse. Although you might be annoyed to discover how many people are actually going to come into your office with complaints, do try to smile as much as possible.

7.       DO NOT WEAR HEELS!!! You WILL fall! Safety before vanity. If you must wear heels or open shoes, put them in a bag and change into them when you arrive safely at your destination.

8.       It’s sad that I have to say this but I just saw someone wearing a pair.…DO NOT WEAR FLIP FLOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9.   DO invest in snow boots or shoes with good traction. There’s nothing funnier than seeing someone fall face-first in 50-something inches of snow…unless the person falling is you.  Although the snow might cushion your fall, it’s still better to have not fallen at all.

10.   DO attend mass snowball fights—they’re a great way to get your daily exercise; practice your war-game skills; have fun in the snow; and they also help to prevent the dreaded cabin fever.

11.   DO go to the movies…FOR FREE!!! There are many websites out there that allow people to attend movie premieres for free (i.e. www.eventful.com). This way, you can get a first-hand look at new movies even before they start playing in theaters. You might have to trek though the snow to get there but if the movie is good enough (and hopefully it will be good), it’ll be worth the trek.

12.   DO pay homage to your fallen comrades. Here’s to the trees and umbrellas and power lines and even cars that did not survive the hurricane-like winds and heavy snow.

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Thank you Rayo for this wonderful post.