Tuesday, November 10, 2015

How to Sells Eggs: A 10 Step Guide


Dear reader,


Thank you for showing interest in How to Sells Eggs: A 10 Step Guide. I can promise that this will not only be a fascinating read, but will also serve as an invaluable resource if you ever find yourself in Madagascar selling eggs. Due to the character limit of this blog post, I will not be giving you any firsthand knowledge or advice on how to sell eggs in other countries besides Madagascar, but be on the lookout for my full-length book, How to Sell Eggs: The Eggs-haustive Guide to Egg Selling Worldwide, which will soon be available in the instructional section of yourlocal bookstore as well as in Targets everywhere.

The Egg-Mobile
Just like any other reputable author, I will take a brief moment to speak about my eggs-perience in my field of eggs-pertise. One day every week (usually Tuesdays) I accompany 1-2 fellow farm workers on a voyage of epic proportions to one of the two nearest banking towns to mivarotraatody (sell eggs). The term “selling eggs” is slightly misleading, because what we do on these excursions can be better described as egg distribution/delivery. We drive the Egg-Mobile all around town, stopping at roadside stands, small eateries, and personal domiciles to sell large quantities of eggs that are then resold to the general public. From these trips I have learned the tips and tricks necessary to a successful day of egg selling and have compiled them into this convenient 10-step guide. Enjoy.

1. Keep arms and legs inside the vehicle at all time
The Egg-Mobile is a large vehicle and the streets of Madagascar can frequently be narrow and/or crowded with pedestrians. If you have a habit of sticking your arm out of the window, you might be surprised when your hand scrapes against assorted vegetation, passing rickshaws, and cows.

2. Get ready to push
When selling eggs in coastal regions you can expect to be driving on a handful of exceptionally sandy roads. Large egg vans fully loaded down with 3,000 eggs typically don’t bode well in these conditions, so get ready to push, pull, and dig the Egg-Mobile out of any sandy situations.

3. Know your limits
Before transferring purchased eggs from the farm’s trays to the customer’s preferred egg receptacle (e.g. baskets, cardboard boxes, desk drawers, mountains of rice), make sure to realize how many eggs you can safely hold in your hands at one time. Just because you can hold four eggs in each hand does not mean that you should. Here is a good scale of a beginner’s egg transfer limit: 1-Way to be safe, but I think you can do better. 2-One in each hand. Not bad. 3-Look at you! Keep up the good work. 4-Efficient. Relatively safe. You nailed it. 5-Doable, but make sure to take it slow. 6-Don’t get too confident. 7-You should have stopped a while ago. 8-Now you’re just asking for scrambled eggs. Stop.

The inside of the Egg-Mobile
4. Don’t drop ‘em!
This one is fairly self-explanatory.

5. Hold on tight
Some of the roads that you will be driving on will have holes with depth and width only comparable to that of the Grand Canyon. Driving over them is neither beneficial for the integrity of the eggs nor your own comfort. It is not uncommon for there to be a few egg casualties and for you to suffer neck strain from movements that look like you are imitating a scene from A Night at the Roxbury or a bobble head in an earthquake. To avoid any long-term injuries, hold on tight.

6. Don’t forget the milk
Chances are that if you are selling eggs, you are probably also hauling around nearly 40 liters of ronono (roo-noo-noo), fresh out of the udder that morning. Make sure to ask your customers if they want a liter of the best milk in all of Madagascar.

7. The customer is not always right (you break it, you buy it)
“Sorry ma’am, but you cannot return the box of 100 eggs that you just dropped down the hillside.”

8. No lollygagging
A tray of farm-fresh eggs
You are on a tight schedule so don’t goof around. If you are taking too long to purchase mofoakondro(fried breaded bananas) from the kind old lady on the side of the road, the Egg-Mobile will leave without you.

9. Learn the Malagasy word for “hardboiled”
When a man asks if the egg you handed him was nangotraka, but you don’t know enough Malagasy to realize that nangotraka means boiled, don’t just nod your head and smile. If you do, everyone will be unfortunately surprised shortly thereafter when he tries to eat it.

10. Take it all in
The most valuable tip I can give anyone who finds her/himself selling eggs in Madagascar is to enjoy every second of the wacky experience. Some of my fondest (and strangest) memories and conversations in this country have taken place over the exchange of eggs. It’s for this reason that I believe that one of the best ways to see Madagascar and its beautiful people is through the window of the Egg-Mobile. As long as you keep your eyes open, this place will never cease to surprise and amaze you.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Let Me Tell You a Story…

I am sorry to say, but this is the blog post that everyone dreads: The Introduction Post. I’ve read a few books and blogs in my day, and I can confidently conclude that the backstory is almost always a drag to read when compared to the rest of the book/blog. Those of you who have read Bilbo Baggins’ description of a Hobbit hole in the beginning of The Hobbit will understand exactly what I’m talking about. With all of this being said, I am going to forego the typical format of The Introduction Post and, instead, weave you a tale of a young lad. Let’s call this lad… Icholas. As funny as it may seem, Icholas’ story is very similar to my own! I bet you didn’t see that one coming.

Once upon a time, in the mystical land of Missouri, there lived a boy. Icholas was his name, if I am remembering correctly. He was, for the most part, a fairly typical 22-year-old lad who was blessed with a lovely family and beautiful friends. After what seemed like 4 years (indeed, it was 4 years), Icholas graduated from the fine institution of Truman State University with a degree in Mathematics and a wealth of knowledge to lead him, head-on, into the dismal workforce. Now you may be asking yourself or those around you (if you enjoy the occasional group blog reading session), “Why would I want to hear about Icholas’ job hunt?” Well, hold on to your britches folks, because things are about to get crazy.

Icholas went to Madagascar.

Isn't Madagascar a pretty place?
“Why? When? How?” might be what you are quizzically asking your computer screen at the moment. If you are not asking these questions, I highly encourage you to do so, because these stories are much better if you play along.

The 2015-2016 Madagascar Crew
By the grace of God, Icholas was chosen to join the ranks of 73 other incredible human beings to accompany communities around the world for a year of service. This elite group was known as Young Adults in Global Mission (or YAGM for short). YAGM was, and still is, an organization affiliated with the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America (ELCA) that sends young adults out to do good works alongside our global communities.

One fateful day (August 26th, 2015 to be exact), Icholas and 8 other young adults said goodbye to the United States of America (USA – there are a lot of acronyms, sorry). This ragtag group traveled through thick and thin to finally arrive to their new home… Madagascar. They stepped off of the plane and with slightly less than the utmost confidence said, “Now what do we do?”

A small piece of Fihaonana - My new home
For the next three weeks, this group of young adults learned how to (kind of) speak the Malagasy language, ride a taxi brousse, and eat mountains of rice. At the conclusion of this orientation, each member of this now tightly knit assembly said goodbye to each other and set off to their placement sites for the next year. Icholas spent 2 days literally traveling through the rainforest to finally arrive in his new home. Fihaonana (fee-hah-oo-na-na), the farming and animal husbandry school that he would be volunteering at. This exceptionally secluded place is located in the southeastern portion of Madagascar, near to the village of Vohipeno (voo-he-pay-noo). And it was there that Icholas was welcomed into an incredible community and awaited the many adventures that would most definitely come his way…

Wasn’t that a fun story! In case you didn’t catch on, I am actually Icholas. Surprising, I know. As this year goes on I will be posting here with lessons, struggles, stories, and general laughter, and I hope that you sick with me for the journey.


In peace.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

A Prayer

Thirst

Another morning I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have. I walk
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the
hour and the bell; grant me, in your
mercy, a little more time. Love for the
earth and love for you are having such a
long conversation in my heart. Who
knows what will finally happen or
where I will be sent, yet already I have
given a great many things away, expect-
ing to be told to pack nothing, except the
prayers which, with this thirst, I am
slowly learning.

-Mary Oliver