Remember Masa Gerry
I first met Gerry and Barb in Bamako, Mali in 1976 when I began my job as Associate Director of Peace Corps. Connie and I were invited over to their apartment soon after we arrived. When I learned Gerry was a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer in Sierra Leone our conversation switched into Krio or Pidgin English, a language I also learned as a PCV in Cameroon. Another bond that we had was a love of cultural anthropology, he knew several of my anthropology professors. At the time Gerry and Barb were free-lance consultants working for USAID and for the national museum of Mali while doing research on their PhDs in anthropology at the University of Indiana. Gerry provide sage advice about the Mali culture while I was Peace Corps staff in Bamako and later when I returned as a contractor for Mali Livestock II.
One day I was going to take a trip to Djenne, Mali to visit some PCVs. Gerry asked for a ride there to visit an historic site being explored by the Mc Intoshes who were conducting their excavations looking for the ancient statues and evidence of various periods of occupation. I swung by the museum to pick them up for the trip in my PC issued Peugeot 404 Bache, a small pickup truck. Gerry asked if I had room for Dr. Konare who was the head of the division of Patrimonie at the museum. I said sure but that we could only fit two more in front and that he would have to ride in the back but could rotate with Gerry.No problem. It was hot and dusty on the pot hole ridden mainly laterite roads we travelled on. It was about a tough six-hour drive so we stopped for fuel, food etc. but Dr. Konare did not want to rotate in the front. That was very unusual for an African director. I dropped them off at the site and went on my way.
I forgot about the incident until years later when Gerry told me that his old boss, Alpha Oumar Konare was elected as president of Mali and after his terms were up [1992-2002], he was appointed as the head of the African Union in Addis Ababa.
Gerry and I were part of the Bamako softball team that played against the team from Dakar, Senegal. For the West Africa hands this would have been considered WAIST 1, or West Africa Invitational Softball Tournament. In those days it was fast pitch softball and Gerry pitched the first of three games against the Dakar team. It should be noted that Dakar had a very good team and their star pitcher Rick was an exceptional athlete who could deliver a very, very fast softball consistently over the plate. The Dakar team was used to hitting fast pitch; we were not. Gerry had a very competitive streak and pitched his best but he got creamed; his pitches were like batting practice for Dakar. I remember his electric slightly devious smile becoming a grimace after every home run. Bamako was blown out. Gerry was devastated; he did not like to lose. After the game when we hosted the victorious Dakar team Gerry showed he was a good sport and got back into his usual fun-loving demeanor, enjoying the beer, Poulet Bicyclette and camaraderie with all.We stayed in touch over the years and met each other often in the USA and other countries in Africa. At one point he was my landlord in Kenya when I lived in his house outside of Nairobi complete with local staff and two dogs. It was a beautiful, classic colonial stone house with an English garden and a fantastic view. Naturally the house was filled with African art that Gerry and Barb had purchased during their travels in East Africa; most of the art was from West Africa, and was shipped back to their shop in Washington for sale.
Gerry was a fun loving, happy and generous man who will be missed by us all. Waka fayne Masa Gerry!