Showing posts with label Guinean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guinean. Show all posts

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Journey ahead....



The map (which is clearly not in English, but is colorful and fun) indicates our route over the next nine days. On August 30th, we set out from Denver in a rental car. Along the way we will visit Jason's grandma and take some time to rest before we jump into the moving picture.

On September 5th, we will fly out of Dulles Airport bound for Dakar, Senegal. It is an 8-hour flight (not bad at ALL, huh?!) directly from DC to Dakar. Dakar, Senegal is a very big hub of activity and industry on the West Coast of Africa. It is an hour-long flight from there directly to Bissau City, but the flight costs about $600-$800 per person and a taxi costs a few hundred dollars total for us and Sheba and our luggage. It becomes a financial no-brainer. We will travel for two days by car to go from Dakar, Senegal to Bissau, Guinea-Bissau. We'll go through three countries: Senegal, The Gambia and Guinea-Bissau. The first day of travel by car will be in what's called a sept place. It's a seven-seater car that we can rent along with a driver who will take us halfway. Our first night in Africa will be spent in Ziguinchor (zig-in-shore), Senegal on the border. The border closes at 7pm, so we will stay in a hotel in a compound in Zig that night and we'll wait until morning to cross. The most exciting part of this jurney is where we get to meet our friends, the Atkins!!! They'll be waiting for us in Ziguinchor so we can travel with them the following day.

Finally, we will reach Bissau and will get to see our friends there. Jason will meet his first Guinean EVER on the 7th of September and we'll begin our process of entering the world of Guinea-Bissau and learning their culture and working with the church there.

**Please pray for safe travels for us and for non-eventfulness in the journey! Pray for wisdom and alertness and safe arrival of us and our bags.


Thursday, August 4, 2011

My Third Culture Thoughts

Kids of missionaries have been called MKs (missionary kids) for a long time. MKs have now been renamed. Perhaps it's because we as a society thrive on renaming things, or because MK was taken by some other acronym, perhaps for no reason at all, but there’s a new term for them. TCK—Third Culture Kid—and it refers to the situation arising from people who are raised in a culture other than their own. It has nothing to do with being in a third world country, but refers to the third culture that begins when a family or person travels from their “home” culture to another culture. An American moving overseas will never be fully American again, but they will never fully embody the culture that they’re living in either. A third culture results from the situation leaving that person or family in a fairly narrow category field.
Jason and I realized today that we will not be entirely American. We will not be entirely African, Guinean, Fula, Balanta, or any other culture. There will be no point at which we blend in...ever. We will be a third culture family. Like something from another planet; or a poorly-written Science-Fiction novel. The people we’ll relate to the best will be expatriates, other missionaries and military people who've been deployed. We're in the process of adopting a culture of our very own.
Here at MTI, they talk to us a lot about paradox. As an English Major, paradox excites me. It’s ideas like beauty in sadness, joy in pain, etc. It’s very real. My life is no longer straight-forward. I haven’t known what word to apply to it, but have felt that in a very real way for a while. It means that I won't just think in a single language, but a menagerie of languages. I will think half a sentence in English and the other half in Kriol. Jokes that are funny in one language aren't funny in another. People who relate to one half of me will likely be confused by the other.
As we go to Guinea-Bissau, it is not our intention to determine "right" and "wrong" as we view in their culture, but to examine "different." Guineans are very light-hearted people, and some of the things they joke about will not seem appropriate to our American sense of humor. Just because they offend our feelings does not mean that what they've done is wrong. Maybe we need to lighten up. Maybe it is funny that we're so white. And maybe it is funny to reply back in the same way! Of course, there are still distinctions of right and wrong, but maybe a lot of things are just different and we can enjoy them. We're being taught to suspend judgement, to wait to decide what we're seeing until we can understand it. Maybe we can become students of the culture of Guinea-Bissau and maybe we can understand it well enough to function well within it. We'll never function seamlessly. When we walk down the street, we'll always be called "White things with no color" and when we go to the market, we'll always be charged the unofficial "white tax," the goal is not to blend in, but to function genuinely and well. With God's grace, we can do that!