Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
12 Dec - Myeadogo
I leave for Lomé tomorrow morning. I have 2 final meetings scheduled in the afternoon and Inno will meet me in the evening at his frère's house. My flight is Saturday (of course at 4AM, as the rest of the world does not consider Togo when planning international airline plans and there is always one flight per day at some ung-dly hour)
It's as if I closed my eyes, opened them to a riot of color, smiles, pagnes and palms, and then, upon blinking a second time, a month has gone by...
I now live simultaneously in two distinct and comprehensive worlds, separated not only by an ocean but by many immeasurable miles of cultural complexity. One day I will understand the reconciliation of the two, but for now, I will just revel in the beauty of both places and the people that live in each one, and try to imagine how lucky I am to have the chance to inhabit both.
It is not easy.
Stay tuned for the next season of the Yovo Show, when SunPower Afrique moves from inspiration, research and planning, to realisation and execution.
It's as if I closed my eyes, opened them to a riot of color, smiles, pagnes and palms, and then, upon blinking a second time, a month has gone by...
I now live simultaneously in two distinct and comprehensive worlds, separated not only by an ocean but by many immeasurable miles of cultural complexity. One day I will understand the reconciliation of the two, but for now, I will just revel in the beauty of both places and the people that live in each one, and try to imagine how lucky I am to have the chance to inhabit both.
It is not easy.
Stay tuned for the next season of the Yovo Show, when SunPower Afrique moves from inspiration, research and planning, to realisation and execution.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
6 Dec – December Rain
6 Dec – December Rain
The other night, Inno turns to me and says, I have been thinking about something since early this afternoon and I want to talk to you about it. I immediately started racking my brain for my most recent social blunder, or waiting to hear about his second wife and child waiting for him in the North…he must have seen the confusion in my face because he said, no no don’t worry, ce n’est pas mal.
“Have you ever heard of African mysticism?”
I think before responding, a bit surprised that he is bringing this up…yes, I say, I have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. Adding a tone of skepticism to my voice I say, do you believe in that stuff? He nods his head from side to side, not saying yes, but not saying no.
“Kira,” he says, “This is Africa. Mysticism is not something to believe in or not believe in. You may not be able to understand this, but I am going to try to tell you anyway…that here, in Africa, it is real.”
Several people have spoken to me about mystics, sorcerers and superstitions during my time spent in Togo. So and so’s brother in law was narcissistic ever since he got that new job, that’s why he died in his sleep one night…so and so’s mother? Oh she was so vain and self-absorbed after winning the lottery, that’s why she was in that accident and died. In all instances, the mysterious deaths are tied to an individual’s success, achievement or improved status in life, and their behavior as a result of the experience.
I have always taken these stories with a grain of salt, knowing that, from my suburban American education and approach towards problem solving, that there is a scientific or rational explanation for nearly everything. However, it is here that I have learned the significance of nearly everything. As our conversation goes on, I learn that it is this element of mysticism, the relationship of cause and effect between one’s behavior, others’ intentions, and good and evil, that Innocent is most interested in speaking to me about.
Benin, less than 100km away, is the voodoo center of West Africa, if not all of Africa. Although I have never been there, an almost fearful reverence for the power of Beninoise voodoo has permeated my perception of the country. Every Beninoise I have met has made some mention of fortune, chance and spirituality, and, while it less prevalent here in Togo, it is a sharp reality for many.
Innocent says, Kira, you know me, I would not place my fortune in the hands of a sage, but have you ever noticed that the reason that Africa doesn’t evolve like the rest of the world is because people are always jealous of each other? No one can be happy for one another when they are better off than their neighbor. Instead, evil brews, and no one advances. (Sidenote: I asked him then, where does economic development and corrupt governance fit it? What about those explanations for poverty and lack of progress? Je ne te refuse pas, he said, those are also justifications for Africa’s problems, but trust me, they are only part of the game.)
Mensah and Akpene have both mentioned this underlying element of jealousy in African society to me as well, from the very beginning – cautioning me to be wary of any trinkets anyone might give me, open drinks or food whose source is unknown. Mensah says they could sabotage my project with some kind of herbal potion in my beverage – I will no longer be able to think clearly about my ideas and SunPower Afrique will fall apart. Akpene says that they could convince me to unknowingly carry around an evil talisman, and when I arrive back in the US, I will forget all about Innocent and how I feel about him. “You can be sitting together, laughing and chatting,” Mensah says, “With your closest friends…but no one is happy. Everyone is hiding something. Everyone is jealous, resentful and plotting. You must always be careful.”
Now –
a) I find this very hard to believe about my dear friends here in Kpalimé, and I think that there is both a level of exaggeration and also a difference between coveting thy Togolese neighbor and coveting thy yovo.
b) One would think that this is quite a precarious environment for someone like me, with a relentless case of verbal diarrhea and lack of self-consciousness. But I have learned quickly and, while maintaining my personality of sincerity and trustfulness, I have indeed changed my level of openness with others about my private life. In many ways I am still as naïve as I used to be, some things about me will never change and I actually grateful for that, but I know now how to be just as observant and direct in my interactions, yet protective. I am not in Kansas anymore.
I ask Innocent how he knows that mysticism is real. He says, “Do you know why I am still here in Togo?” I shake me head and he continues, “If my father was still alive, I would have gone to university in Europe. I would never have met you.”
“My father was a member of the National Assembly. He was moving up in the world. And someone didn’t like it. My father was killed by an evil spirit.” I try not to roll my eyes and ask him how his father died. He tells me that he had an accident – he was walking in the sand by the side of the road, fell down and died. With a raised eyebrow, I ask him how he knows that this was a spell of malice that killed him…Inno insists that there were no rocks, no branches, no weapons in sight – he fell, seemingly out of nowhere, in the middle of a pile of sand, and died. I ask Innocent if he saw it happen and he says no, no one did. I tell him then, Inno, your father must have had a seizure, an aneurism, must have fallen in a position that caused his spine to contort just so, that it killed him. “No,” he refuses, “You will say that and you will think that, but it is not true. You don’t understand.” I will tell you another story, he says.
A frère, in Lomé, married a European woman. He lived with her in Europe and once, came back to Togo with a new car. He drove all around the city, showing off his fancy automobile, swanky clothing and shiny watches, disrespecting his friends and neighbors. That night, he was driving home and went to cross the railroad tracks when his car suddenly stalled. The frère couldn’t re-start the car and when he tried to get out, the doors were all jammed in the locked position. He also couldn’t break open the windows. The train hit his car and the frère died. Final Destination anyone?
I tried for about 10 minutes to explain to him that this was impossible. Perhaps there was an electrical malfunction with the doors’ locks, perhaps he committed suicide. There are several gaps in this story – a) Inno did not see it happen. He claims that he saw the smashed car the next day. b) By the time Innocent would have been old enough to understand or witness such an event, the train system in Togo was gaté.
I don’t buy it. Inno and I argued for a few minutes about the implausibility of his story and in the end, agreed to disagree.
But…
I wonder if the chill I sometimes feel, looking deep into the tall reeds and baobabs of the plains between Aventonou and Kpalimé, is simply some romanticized perception of shadows in the darkness of the African night or if truly, there is a third level of existence – one of ancient spirits and whispered history, bearing both powerful malevolence and incomprehensible compassion – that radiates out of Africa.
Is this third level of existence somehow related to Africans’ intense sensibility of the patterns of the natural world? There is a heightened level of consciousness of weather, seasons and temperature. As if there is a spirit or overlying energy governing us all and the world around us – untouchable and uncontrollable by humans, yet as reliable as the sun rising every day. These are the things one can depend on, because the essence of this force will always exist and will always ensure our existence. There is no room for scientific, biological, yovo explanations for cold fronts, global warming or fluctuating jet streams…
Everyone I know in Togo in a tizzy right now because it is December and it has rained 3 days in a row – Athanase said to me yesterday, staring out at the sky, perplexed, “Il ne pleut pas en decembre. En Decembre c’est l’Harmattan.” It is as simple as that – in December it does not rain. It is the Harmattan Winds. Period.
So I believe, on one hand, that there is a heightened sense of spirituality and general experience here in Africa. I do. I love it here because there is something about this place that does not exist in the states – whether it is the simplicity and openness of the people here, the optimism and resilience that permeates the meaning of life, the complexity of a third level of spiritual existence, or a combination of all of the above, I am still not sure. But it is here, and you can’t find it elsewhere. And you can’t find it here after one week, not even after 3 months…I didn’t truly sense it until this trip, and I won’t claim to fully understand it. No one really does – part of its magnetism and strength is its impalpability…
However, I am still a yovo, I am still Kira Costanza, and although I have been strangely convinced to keep my life as private as possible to prevent someone from slotting any evil intentions towards Innocent (why I somehow believe that is possible I could not tell you,) I still have not heard a story, from anyone, that I truly believe to be the result of mysticism.
Evil spells do not exist, and accidents do happen, even in Africa.
The other night, Inno turns to me and says, I have been thinking about something since early this afternoon and I want to talk to you about it. I immediately started racking my brain for my most recent social blunder, or waiting to hear about his second wife and child waiting for him in the North…he must have seen the confusion in my face because he said, no no don’t worry, ce n’est pas mal.
“Have you ever heard of African mysticism?”
I think before responding, a bit surprised that he is bringing this up…yes, I say, I have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. Adding a tone of skepticism to my voice I say, do you believe in that stuff? He nods his head from side to side, not saying yes, but not saying no.
“Kira,” he says, “This is Africa. Mysticism is not something to believe in or not believe in. You may not be able to understand this, but I am going to try to tell you anyway…that here, in Africa, it is real.”
Several people have spoken to me about mystics, sorcerers and superstitions during my time spent in Togo. So and so’s brother in law was narcissistic ever since he got that new job, that’s why he died in his sleep one night…so and so’s mother? Oh she was so vain and self-absorbed after winning the lottery, that’s why she was in that accident and died. In all instances, the mysterious deaths are tied to an individual’s success, achievement or improved status in life, and their behavior as a result of the experience.
I have always taken these stories with a grain of salt, knowing that, from my suburban American education and approach towards problem solving, that there is a scientific or rational explanation for nearly everything. However, it is here that I have learned the significance of nearly everything. As our conversation goes on, I learn that it is this element of mysticism, the relationship of cause and effect between one’s behavior, others’ intentions, and good and evil, that Innocent is most interested in speaking to me about.
Benin, less than 100km away, is the voodoo center of West Africa, if not all of Africa. Although I have never been there, an almost fearful reverence for the power of Beninoise voodoo has permeated my perception of the country. Every Beninoise I have met has made some mention of fortune, chance and spirituality, and, while it less prevalent here in Togo, it is a sharp reality for many.
Innocent says, Kira, you know me, I would not place my fortune in the hands of a sage, but have you ever noticed that the reason that Africa doesn’t evolve like the rest of the world is because people are always jealous of each other? No one can be happy for one another when they are better off than their neighbor. Instead, evil brews, and no one advances. (Sidenote: I asked him then, where does economic development and corrupt governance fit it? What about those explanations for poverty and lack of progress? Je ne te refuse pas, he said, those are also justifications for Africa’s problems, but trust me, they are only part of the game.)
Mensah and Akpene have both mentioned this underlying element of jealousy in African society to me as well, from the very beginning – cautioning me to be wary of any trinkets anyone might give me, open drinks or food whose source is unknown. Mensah says they could sabotage my project with some kind of herbal potion in my beverage – I will no longer be able to think clearly about my ideas and SunPower Afrique will fall apart. Akpene says that they could convince me to unknowingly carry around an evil talisman, and when I arrive back in the US, I will forget all about Innocent and how I feel about him. “You can be sitting together, laughing and chatting,” Mensah says, “With your closest friends…but no one is happy. Everyone is hiding something. Everyone is jealous, resentful and plotting. You must always be careful.”
Now –
a) I find this very hard to believe about my dear friends here in Kpalimé, and I think that there is both a level of exaggeration and also a difference between coveting thy Togolese neighbor and coveting thy yovo.
b) One would think that this is quite a precarious environment for someone like me, with a relentless case of verbal diarrhea and lack of self-consciousness. But I have learned quickly and, while maintaining my personality of sincerity and trustfulness, I have indeed changed my level of openness with others about my private life. In many ways I am still as naïve as I used to be, some things about me will never change and I actually grateful for that, but I know now how to be just as observant and direct in my interactions, yet protective. I am not in Kansas anymore.
I ask Innocent how he knows that mysticism is real. He says, “Do you know why I am still here in Togo?” I shake me head and he continues, “If my father was still alive, I would have gone to university in Europe. I would never have met you.”
“My father was a member of the National Assembly. He was moving up in the world. And someone didn’t like it. My father was killed by an evil spirit.” I try not to roll my eyes and ask him how his father died. He tells me that he had an accident – he was walking in the sand by the side of the road, fell down and died. With a raised eyebrow, I ask him how he knows that this was a spell of malice that killed him…Inno insists that there were no rocks, no branches, no weapons in sight – he fell, seemingly out of nowhere, in the middle of a pile of sand, and died. I ask Innocent if he saw it happen and he says no, no one did. I tell him then, Inno, your father must have had a seizure, an aneurism, must have fallen in a position that caused his spine to contort just so, that it killed him. “No,” he refuses, “You will say that and you will think that, but it is not true. You don’t understand.” I will tell you another story, he says.
A frère, in Lomé, married a European woman. He lived with her in Europe and once, came back to Togo with a new car. He drove all around the city, showing off his fancy automobile, swanky clothing and shiny watches, disrespecting his friends and neighbors. That night, he was driving home and went to cross the railroad tracks when his car suddenly stalled. The frère couldn’t re-start the car and when he tried to get out, the doors were all jammed in the locked position. He also couldn’t break open the windows. The train hit his car and the frère died. Final Destination anyone?
I tried for about 10 minutes to explain to him that this was impossible. Perhaps there was an electrical malfunction with the doors’ locks, perhaps he committed suicide. There are several gaps in this story – a) Inno did not see it happen. He claims that he saw the smashed car the next day. b) By the time Innocent would have been old enough to understand or witness such an event, the train system in Togo was gaté.
I don’t buy it. Inno and I argued for a few minutes about the implausibility of his story and in the end, agreed to disagree.
But…
I wonder if the chill I sometimes feel, looking deep into the tall reeds and baobabs of the plains between Aventonou and Kpalimé, is simply some romanticized perception of shadows in the darkness of the African night or if truly, there is a third level of existence – one of ancient spirits and whispered history, bearing both powerful malevolence and incomprehensible compassion – that radiates out of Africa.
Is this third level of existence somehow related to Africans’ intense sensibility of the patterns of the natural world? There is a heightened level of consciousness of weather, seasons and temperature. As if there is a spirit or overlying energy governing us all and the world around us – untouchable and uncontrollable by humans, yet as reliable as the sun rising every day. These are the things one can depend on, because the essence of this force will always exist and will always ensure our existence. There is no room for scientific, biological, yovo explanations for cold fronts, global warming or fluctuating jet streams…
Everyone I know in Togo in a tizzy right now because it is December and it has rained 3 days in a row – Athanase said to me yesterday, staring out at the sky, perplexed, “Il ne pleut pas en decembre. En Decembre c’est l’Harmattan.” It is as simple as that – in December it does not rain. It is the Harmattan Winds. Period.
So I believe, on one hand, that there is a heightened sense of spirituality and general experience here in Africa. I do. I love it here because there is something about this place that does not exist in the states – whether it is the simplicity and openness of the people here, the optimism and resilience that permeates the meaning of life, the complexity of a third level of spiritual existence, or a combination of all of the above, I am still not sure. But it is here, and you can’t find it elsewhere. And you can’t find it here after one week, not even after 3 months…I didn’t truly sense it until this trip, and I won’t claim to fully understand it. No one really does – part of its magnetism and strength is its impalpability…
However, I am still a yovo, I am still Kira Costanza, and although I have been strangely convinced to keep my life as private as possible to prevent someone from slotting any evil intentions towards Innocent (why I somehow believe that is possible I could not tell you,) I still have not heard a story, from anyone, that I truly believe to be the result of mysticism.
Evil spells do not exist, and accidents do happen, even in Africa.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
SunPower Afrique Update - Synopsis
For all of you that are indeed interested in the evolution of SunPower Afrique but don't have the time to read my rambling blogs (I understand entirely), I hope that this will be of interest to you...
SunPower Afrique is moving forward fantastically in Togo. I have been doing lots of research on materials and our workforce, and have found our team of technicians that will be trained during the pilot installation. They are a great bunch - young, motivated and forward-thinking. I have met community organizers, entrepreneurs and individuals who are interested in being involved and am developing a widespread network on the ground. All the while, I am learning how to keep my cards close to my chest and being very careful not to get taken advantage of - this is a very complex and difficult task and I learn much every day.
I have met with the head of the National Microfinance Committee and the country's renewable energy experts, who have all expressed high levels of support for the project and shared important advice, political and technical, with me. Things are all falling into place...
I have been working out the details of the 'Solar Loan,' which will be offered by FECECAV (and eventually other MFIs) after their solar installation is complete. For me, this is one of the most exciting parts of the project because it truly means the expansion of the use and knowledge of solar in Togo.
I have also been preparing my application to do business in Togo, with the help of my FECECAV colleagues, which we will submit next week tothe Minister of the Interior.
Everyone anxiously awaits the pilot installation and, for those who haven't already, the arrival of Mister Jon, who has become somewhat of a hero in Kpalime and beyond, in the spring of 2009.
I see more and more every day the impact this project is going to have on this country and I continue to fall more and more in love with Togo...
I look forward to sharing more when I return mid-December. Please be in touch and thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your interest and support.
All my best,
Kira
SunPower Afrique is moving forward fantastically in Togo. I have been doing lots of research on materials and our workforce, and have found our team of technicians that will be trained during the pilot installation. They are a great bunch - young, motivated and forward-thinking. I have met community organizers, entrepreneurs and individuals who are interested in being involved and am developing a widespread network on the ground. All the while, I am learning how to keep my cards close to my chest and being very careful not to get taken advantage of - this is a very complex and difficult task and I learn much every day.
I have met with the head of the National Microfinance Committee and the country's renewable energy experts, who have all expressed high levels of support for the project and shared important advice, political and technical, with me. Things are all falling into place...
I have been working out the details of the 'Solar Loan,' which will be offered by FECECAV (and eventually other MFIs) after their solar installation is complete. For me, this is one of the most exciting parts of the project because it truly means the expansion of the use and knowledge of solar in Togo.
I have also been preparing my application to do business in Togo, with the help of my FECECAV colleagues, which we will submit next week tothe Minister of the Interior.
Everyone anxiously awaits the pilot installation and, for those who haven't already, the arrival of Mister Jon, who has become somewhat of a hero in Kpalime and beyond, in the spring of 2009.
I see more and more every day the impact this project is going to have on this country and I continue to fall more and more in love with Togo...
I look forward to sharing more when I return mid-December. Please be in touch and thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your interest and support.
All my best,
Kira
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
It's Already December??
I am sitting in a sweaty, second floor cyber café in Lomé, surrounded by unemployed Togolese "entrepreneurs," lazily searching internet databases and sending out Nigerian internet scams...they work in pairs, fumbling through English translations, sending messages with subjects such as "Hello...Family (Paste Name Here)" and "Urgent Business Proposal My Dear Friend." I want to tell them that no one reads these things and they should go and at least try to get a job...have I been in Togo too long?
This morning, amidst the usual flurry of 'What-will-you-bring-mes,' I took a taxi from Kpalimé in order to meet with Monsieur Jacques from the National Microfinance Committee. He was pleased with the evolution of the project, as the whole idea of the Solar Loan is new since I presented the dossier to him last Spring. Jacques believes that the project now has a larger vision, that is more sustainable, but, interestingly, he too warned me to proceed slowly and carefully. Jacque's fear is one that I did not consider - that recipient MFIs will start offering solar loans à n'importe qui à n'importe quel termes (to just anyone on any terms) and will start raising the interest rates once they see the interest and potential profitability . I put on my best non-Yovo face and said, but Jacques, if they sign a contract with us that specifies the terms and rates, won't they be obliged to comply? He saw right through my naivete and said with a smile, Kira, I know that you have a bit of Togo in your blood, and you know better than to think that just because someone has signed a contract they will execute it. He agreed with Lare, Daniel and everyone else that SunPower Afriaue must start small and keep everything under a sharp managerial eye.
I have been somewhat frustrated the past few days in Togo...perhaps it is the end of a honeymoon, perhaps it will pass, perhaps I am just moody, but I have been less tolerant and abrupt in my observations since Saturday...it started at church. Having sat through that service and money-mongering so many times, I assumed I could quietly swallow it all again. Not so. This week it was particularly greedy...it was the annual celebration of youth, which meant performances and skits by youth groups, showcasing appropriate, church-condoned behavior. I appreciate peoples' solace and trust in religion here, but the way it seems to blindfold people and dictates everything from how to choose a mate to look at yourself in the mirror, is so short-sighted and limiting. Easy for me to say, having been raised in a family and a country that allowed me to see, look and feel for myself, taught me, in fact, to be curious and ever-questioning. I have developed an acute awareness of when to keep my mouth shut here and realize that there are certain things people simply won't understand - most namely, that I do not believe that Jesus will take care of n'importe quoi for me. But this weekend it was as if something snapped in my brain and the stubborn, indepenant gremlin that always sits on my shoulder won out.
I was so disgusted with the pastor's threats to the congregation, that yes, even if you don't have the means, g-d wants you to give 2000CFA to the church, that I told Maman I was annoyed by it (which I have told her and Daniel before, but more in a teasing way and they just laugh at the silly Yovo) and wanted to leave. She didn't think I was serious, but when I got up and left, she and Daniel followed. They weren't offended because a) they can't understand why I would think that and b) even though everyone knows that most of that money will go into the pastor's pocket, they can't imagine someone actually standing up to it.
Later in the day, still salty from the experience, I went with Innocent to a party for Rogier's new baby. Half an hour into the celebration, a nasty-looking man with a fat belly showed up and jerked his hand for Akpene to get out of her seat. She did and he sat down, scowling. He nudged Inno and snapped something to him, which prompted him to hiss at Alice and motion for her to come over. She came over and the man pointed at the drinks table, not 4 feet away. She quickly poured him a glass of whiskey which he rejected and she came back, mixing some bitters with it. He snatched the glass from her, saying nothing.
Innocent and I have talked about this kind of behavior many times and, while I am not going to divulge the complexity and evolution of our relationship here, I will say that both of us are products of our cultures and upbringings, and Inno's open mind is rare and truly astonishing. We have both changed since we met each other, discovering each others' cultures, personalities, intricacies and difficulties. Both of us have learned the real meaning and significance of compromise, and neither of us doubt that there is much more ahead.
Inno is brave, intelligent and knows what he wants, and he has accepted and applied ideas of equality, shared responsibility and affection with curiosity and grace.
This morning, amidst the usual flurry of 'What-will-you-bring-mes,' I took a taxi from Kpalimé in order to meet with Monsieur Jacques from the National Microfinance Committee. He was pleased with the evolution of the project, as the whole idea of the Solar Loan is new since I presented the dossier to him last Spring. Jacques believes that the project now has a larger vision, that is more sustainable, but, interestingly, he too warned me to proceed slowly and carefully. Jacque's fear is one that I did not consider - that recipient MFIs will start offering solar loans à n'importe qui à n'importe quel termes (to just anyone on any terms) and will start raising the interest rates once they see the interest and potential profitability . I put on my best non-Yovo face and said, but Jacques, if they sign a contract with us that specifies the terms and rates, won't they be obliged to comply? He saw right through my naivete and said with a smile, Kira, I know that you have a bit of Togo in your blood, and you know better than to think that just because someone has signed a contract they will execute it. He agreed with Lare, Daniel and everyone else that SunPower Afriaue must start small and keep everything under a sharp managerial eye.
I have been somewhat frustrated the past few days in Togo...perhaps it is the end of a honeymoon, perhaps it will pass, perhaps I am just moody, but I have been less tolerant and abrupt in my observations since Saturday...it started at church. Having sat through that service and money-mongering so many times, I assumed I could quietly swallow it all again. Not so. This week it was particularly greedy...it was the annual celebration of youth, which meant performances and skits by youth groups, showcasing appropriate, church-condoned behavior. I appreciate peoples' solace and trust in religion here, but the way it seems to blindfold people and dictates everything from how to choose a mate to look at yourself in the mirror, is so short-sighted and limiting. Easy for me to say, having been raised in a family and a country that allowed me to see, look and feel for myself, taught me, in fact, to be curious and ever-questioning. I have developed an acute awareness of when to keep my mouth shut here and realize that there are certain things people simply won't understand - most namely, that I do not believe that Jesus will take care of n'importe quoi for me. But this weekend it was as if something snapped in my brain and the stubborn, indepenant gremlin that always sits on my shoulder won out.
I was so disgusted with the pastor's threats to the congregation, that yes, even if you don't have the means, g-d wants you to give 2000CFA to the church, that I told Maman I was annoyed by it (which I have told her and Daniel before, but more in a teasing way and they just laugh at the silly Yovo) and wanted to leave. She didn't think I was serious, but when I got up and left, she and Daniel followed. They weren't offended because a) they can't understand why I would think that and b) even though everyone knows that most of that money will go into the pastor's pocket, they can't imagine someone actually standing up to it.
Later in the day, still salty from the experience, I went with Innocent to a party for Rogier's new baby. Half an hour into the celebration, a nasty-looking man with a fat belly showed up and jerked his hand for Akpene to get out of her seat. She did and he sat down, scowling. He nudged Inno and snapped something to him, which prompted him to hiss at Alice and motion for her to come over. She came over and the man pointed at the drinks table, not 4 feet away. She quickly poured him a glass of whiskey which he rejected and she came back, mixing some bitters with it. He snatched the glass from her, saying nothing.
Innocent and I have talked about this kind of behavior many times and, while I am not going to divulge the complexity and evolution of our relationship here, I will say that both of us are products of our cultures and upbringings, and Inno's open mind is rare and truly astonishing. We have both changed since we met each other, discovering each others' cultures, personalities, intricacies and difficulties. Both of us have learned the real meaning and significance of compromise, and neither of us doubt that there is much more ahead.
Inno is brave, intelligent and knows what he wants, and he has accepted and applied ideas of equality, shared responsibility and affection with curiosity and grace.
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