Boundaries in Africa are a grey zone (or just plain nonexistent). Perhaps, the lack of boundaries and the intrusive intertwining of people's lives (whether they are related or not) is what makes life here attractive and so different from whence I come where lines in the sand are more tangible (and often times welcomed). While intriguing, boundary minimalism that is, the lack of personal space can also be the most maddening.
I did something that has highlighted this cultural difference. A few months back, I hung a swing on the jacaranda tree out front. I hung it on the perfect branch that allows the occupant to swing right off the rock wall ledge into the garden. The intent for this swing was purely selfish...one can have awesome prayer time and reflection on a swing, and it's just downright fun! However, what I did not foresee, kids have come out in droves playing on the swing all the day long and well into the evening hours. At first, I was delighted that my house has been the favorite neighborhood hang out, but when the children started knocking down the rock wall and destroying my gardens, throwing their trash down on my lawn, and creating ruckus even on quiet off days (as their laughter and screams reverberate throughout the house when they're playing), it's enough to drive one to the edge of sanity.
The swing has taught me that Africans and Westerners have very different ideas regarding personal boundaries. I'm used to my own house, my own car, quiet time away from everyone where I can just shut out the world, and that's something that has become invaluable for me the older I become. But here, the Cameroonian way does not provide such luxury. They travel 8 people per crowded taxi (which is a mere 4-door sedan). They live in cramped housing conditions, several people to a one or 2 room house, and houses are built right up next to the other. They have no space, so how can I expect them to give a second thought regarding mine? I can't, and so the community continues to barrage my residence, and for now I'll make peace with it.
Perhaps this is the Lord calling me back to a place of rest and peace in Him despite my frustrations with the cultural differences and whatever other 'storm' is raging on around me. (Matthew 8:23-27; Matthew 11:28-30). It's an applicable lesson for all of us, regardless of the current stressors of the day. We can wait on Him, find renewal, and keep on effectively tackling life, one bend in the road at a time (Isaiah 40:30-31).
Although my sanctuary is regularly threatened, it hasn't been all bad. While I usually spend my days away from the hospital in welcomed isolation, I've had unlikely acquaintances crop up as a result of that ridiculous swing! A few Saturdays back, when my swing was getting an extra hefty work out, I wanted to escape the high-decibel swing-time shrieks and shrills and head up the mountainside to run my dog. However, 3 tag alongs who couldn't take no for an answer, decidedly walked beside me, Jude, Steve, and Ephraim, all about 10-12 yrs old. They seemed especially infatuated with my pup, and I suppose Taví was the real reason for their affinity for me this day. While I thought I desired solitude, it was also pleasant to have hiking buddies for a change :) And perhaps we will go again sometime.
Have a blessed Memorial Day, y'all. I always appreciate you!
Glenn
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| Some kiddos having a Sunday afternoon dance party; me and the pupp just happened to stumble upon them on a leisurely afternoon hike. Nice to see healthy, happy pekins (Pidjin for child) for a change! |
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| Taví enjoying kiddos we met heading up to 'The Knob'. |
