While this may seem like an unremarkable event in practicality, it symbolizes that I am halfway through my year’s supply of toothbrushes (two). Yes, March 3 is exactly six months since I started this crazy journey by missing a plane in Moline. While I like to think I’m the same person, I hope that I have maybe learned something, acquired some new skills, made an impact on somebody’s life or, if nothing else, have gotten a decent tan. So I thought I’d take this moment to share some reflections… with the entire internet. Enjoy.
The first thing is that I have learned is to live as a minority. The strange looks in the street, the “muzungu” call from children and adults alike and having people talk about me without understanding have all taken getting used to. I have always hated racism, and I don’t think this has changed my feelings, but definitely given me a new perspective. However, its different. “Minorities” in the US tend to be seen as poorer “lesser” people by racists. Here, however, I am simply seen as the rich outsider, almost “better” than people here, if I can say that without invoking too much implication. I would also challenge any person who thinks the United States should adopt an English-only law to live in a place where he doesn’t know the language. It can be the most desperate, lonely feeling one can feel while surrounded by people.
Speaking of language, I have realized how bad we Americans are at learning them. Most Africans and every European I have met here speaks at least two if not four languages. I understand the practicality of it for them, and lack of necessity of it for us, but it can make a guy feel kind of dumb at times.
There is no baseball in Rwanda and this makes me sad. On that train of thought, I really missed Hawkeye football and tailgating this fall, and could kill for a Busch Light in a snowy parking lot right now.
I’ve written this before, and I’ll write it again. The privilege I have had in my life simply because of where I was born stares me in the face every day. Thinking of the disparities of food, health, education, peace and lifestyles has drastically altered my view on life.
African culture suits me fairly well. Schedules are “suggestions,” it is rude to discuss anything with a person unless proceeded by a short conversation about how they are doing, how their day has been, etc. Every day is a concern about immediate needs, so a person doesn’t plan for tomorrow, rather, one lives for today, in the present, an attitude I am trying to live by.
These same things drive me insane, however. I am frustrated by missed appointments and sometimes just want something, not a life story of formalities. I read a book which sums up the African mindset very well, as people relying on “micro-solutions rather than macro-systems.” This means that instead of waiting in line, which is a great Western macro-system, people rush a bus door to find a micro-solution to their problem of getting on the bus. The examples of this are endless, but as much as I like to claim myself as a relaxed guy, I am learning that I really like my order and “macro-systems.”
There is something about the innocence of little children and their unconditional love that I had to travel halfway across the world to fully appreciate. I hope this travels back with me.
I’m really starting to question the merits of development aid. But this is a topic for a later discussion.
There is definitely some farming left in my blood. While I am almost a generation removed from full time Iowa farmer, I can really appreciate the hard work and sense of satisfaction this profession provides. Its a simple life, working the land, praying for weather and harvesting the crops, but inside me somewhere something in my blood has been awaken.
I feel very liberated by not earning a paycheck. My basic needs are taken care of, I work out of desire to work, not a need to please a boss or to grind it out for payday. While money makes life more comfortable, not having an abundance has its perks as well.
Genocide is a terrible, awful thing. I’m still trying to think about how to best put into words my experiences, thoughts and reflections on this topic, but I’m not sure if they will ever materialize.
I live in a country with what some might call a “benevolent dictator.” My Western mind didn’t like this at first, but I’m beginning to feel that maybe in some instances peace is a fair tradeoff for true democracy.
I have argued in many papers, presentations and debates that the developed world’s impact on the climate hurts the developing world the most. Maybe its coincidence, but in the last few years (including this one) Rwanda’s centuries old seasonal rotation has been drastically changing. Its good to know that at least some of my ideals are being reinforced.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are best spent in the Midwest with family.
I’m pretty sure I know where AIDS came from. But I heard some different opinions on the radio a few months back (it was created as a weapon by the US to limit population control, for example). This made me realize how much my perspective of being an American really affects the way I perceive information. Its good to take a step back and look from a different view (just ask my European friends about US Foreign Policy!)
I am the de facto soccer and basketball referee. Its good to know that wherever I officiate in the world, people still like to argue with the ref. Or maybe I’m just a bad ref.
Its fairly likely that I will spend a majority of the rest of my life shaving and wearing a tie every day. I’m OK with this, but I’m also very happy never doing either!
