Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Shooting the Sheriff and death/life in another culture

One of the church leaders in the capital who speaks English well has talked to us a lot about cultural differences in the Sahel.  He is quite a character and teaches people his name by singing the Bob Marely song because it sounds very much like “I shot the sheriff…”  He also often repeats to us the three rules we should follow for living in his country, “Be patient…  Be flexible…  and Ask [him] first.” 

The husband (left) a week later, sitting with his normal
group of friends across the street.
Before we left the capital we had a very interesting experience with our Sheriff, as the family right across from our compound lost their matriarch while we were there.  It was interesting to see the Muslim cultural mourning process.  There was a big gathering in the afternoon, where the whole road was pretty much blocked by people and vehicles coming.  I’m not sure if they had a formal service or people giving speeches.   But then for three days afterward there were 3-4 times the number of people as normal sitting outside their “compound” on the street.  They were sitting with the husband, expressing their condolences and just spending time with him.  When we asked about what was happening, our Sheriff took us over to sit with the husband briefly and express our condolences by saying “Barka” (blessings).  He was very appreciative that we took the time to do that.  He invited us to come inside where the women were sitting with his sister-in-law, and so we sat for a few minutes with her as well in a little screened in area of their “courtyard.”  People are generally grateful for time spent, we also found as the guard’s wife gave birth a few days ago as well and has had a continuous stream of visitors, including us, starting when she got home from the hospital a few hours after the birth!

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