Yesterday,
I promised to give you an insight into African societies in the areas mentioned
in this post (Check it here). I said that it maybe has nothing to do with this
blog’s theme, but remarked that this blog’s theme was not the ten commandments
of God, meaning I can once in a while deviate from it without fearing an uproar
or disapprobation.
I had
already said on this blog that I was a writer, teacher and had done business,
all three areas useful for a blogger. What I hadn’t said is that I am also a
sociologist; having obtained the French equivalent of the Master’s degree (maîtrise) at the university here with a major in Psycho-sociology of
Communication.
Some of
you, especially non-Africans, might have found it strange when I said yesterday
I had “an appointment since three days ago to see my younger brother’s
father-in-law yesterday Sunday 15 September 2013 at 10.30 concerning their
recurrent conjugal problems, the last of which took them to the police (an
anathema here but being encouraged by the Organizations defending women’s
rights).”
Conjugal
problems are often settled within the larger family, usually the spouses’
parents, aunts (who play central roles in marriages) and uncles. Since divorce
is hardly encouraged here and African societies are controlled by men, this
type of settlement is often viewed as inimical to women’s interests. Hardly is
a man blamed in these circumstances, so the organizations for defence of
woman’s rights have been carrying out campaigns encouraging women to resort to
the law-enforcement agencies, including the courts.
But this
butts against social resistance. Many people view it as an act of “high
treason” for a woman to resort to the police, the NGOs or the courts to settle
a matrimonial problem. A woman who goes that far is sure to face divorce. Right
now my brother is under pressure to disown his wife because “she went that
far.”
This
highlights difficulties of African societies since the coming of European colonialists
in the 14th century. It is said that since that moment Africa and Africans have been thrust out of history. We
were following our own historical evolution when the “advanced” Europeans came
and catapulted our societies out of its traditional modes and thrust it into
something totally different and often contradictory.
I often
tell people here that while the European may be married only once (civil
marriage) or twice (religious also), many Africans do so three times. I married
my wife in the traditional way by first paying a dowry (contrary to
international opinion, here this does not connote buying a woman but constitute
a sort of a legal agreement binding the two families and recognizing the woman
as a person of value; that’s why a woman married without dowry is considered a
disgrace) consisting of cloths, drinks, a Bible and a sum of money. Then we got
married “legally” at the Mayor’s office. The whole was crowned with a religious
ceremony to give it “God’s grace”.
If you
consider all sectors of life (names, culture, food, even thoughts, etc), the
African navigates between two worlds, sometimes for our own good but often pulling
us in different directions.
You saw in
yesterday’s post that I was torn between my appointment with my brother’s father-in-law
and my fellow teacher’s invitation to a get-together the same day at noon.
Going to the old man was answering the traditional call of brotherhood (we are
generally community-centred) and the party was for self-gratification (showing
how individualism is taking a hold on our society). Have you ever wondered why,
with all the socio-political and economic problems, Africa
has far less suicide rate than western societies? The mentality of being an
integral part of whole makes our extremely difficult life “bearable”.
I also
mentioned yesterday that our society was a talking one. No doubt I said that “To my surprise, we
finished the matter in about an hour.”
When I was
being trained to write, one of the pieces of advice given us to be productive
was to hang a “Don’t disturb” notice on our door when busy writing. This made
me smile. It simply wouldn’t work here. I write my blog posts in the sitting
room with my children watching TV (thank God, they keep the volume low), my
wife receiving visitors (she had to remind people from time to time to keep
their voices low so that I can work), people coming to see me (I keep my
computer on and turn to it from time to time to let them go away but hardly do
they do so and it’s considered impolite to cut short a visit to you!), and
neighbours doing their own thing (which could be turning on their radio sets
too loud, talking animatedly at the top of their voices, etc., etc.)
The weather
being lenient here year-round, doors and windows are kept open all day long and
closed only at night. It doesn’t even make sense to keep one’s doors closed
here except if the room was air-conditioned rooms since the room will soon be
stuffy. Sociologically, one keeping indoors will be considered an outcast or
asocial. When a German friend first came to visit me here his first remark was
why there were so many people outdoors! And Africans who have never been to the
West do not understand that even next-door neighbours keep very much to
themselves.
I mentioned
yesterday that I got to my friend’s house at 1 pm, an hour after the invitation
time, but would you believe that I was the first guest to arrive! We refer to
this as “African punctuality”! If you want people to be at a meeting at 3 pm,
tell them it will start at 2 pm, and you would be lucky to see them even at 3
pm! No wonder, most of the guests for the party arrived between 3 and 4! And as
usual, those who came late wondered why there was no more food and drink.
The party,
as I told you yesterday, lasted up to 5 pm. There was a lot to eat and drink
and varied music to dance to. One of my cultural shocks in Germany was to
be invited by somebody to drink and I had to pay for my drink. This is unheard
of here. But what made my eyes widen even more was to receive an invitation to
a party where I was asked to bring my own food and drink. One of my most
embarrassing moments in life was when I answered such an invitation in Germany empty
handed. I came back home with an empty stomach and a parched throat. While here
when you invite a dozen people, be sure to have thrice that number. Recently
people are trying to avoid having hangers on at their parties by checking the
invitation cards, but either they receive less than the people invited (who
view carrying cards an insult) or get hangers on also, especially if one was
rich.
Another
curtain I lifted on my type of African society yesterday was in this sentence:
“As custom demands I had to give my family feedback on my mission (with my
brother’s father-in-law) and I since this is a big group, I know this will take
time. Under the circumstances, I can’t find the time to write today’s post.”
I called
the members of my family for a meeting at my younger sister’s. Of course,
people came when they fancied. The meeting began when we had about half of
those expected. People came as we progressed and we constantly had to repeat
what had already been said and it was not only late but also I was battered
when the meeting ended.
Yesterday, I
had promised to give you an insight into African societies in the areas
mentioned in that post. What should have been easy to write turned out
otherwise. So many ideas scrambled to be put down! Selecting among them was
painful but I had to in order to finish this “extraordinary” post.
This may
not have anything to do with my blog’s theme, but I am happy to have opened a
window on the society from which I come and in which I still live and in which
I may die.
Man shall
not live by bread alone. So if you need more details on what has been discussed
here or on another aspect of my type of African society (wide variations exist
from one African society to the other), don’t hesitate to ask. The pleasure
shall be mine to fill you in.
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