After more than two years in Lesotho, there are many aspects
of Basotho culture that have become a part of my own identity and tradition. I absolutely love living here, as evidenced by the procrastination of My Peace Corps Service Conclusion. There are, however, times that the American inside me struggles with specific cultural norms...even when I understand them...even when I know where they originate from...even when I respect the. Here are a few norms in Lesotho that are so vastly
different from my own past that I simply cannot seem to overcome them:
Here my Grade 6 Life Skills students sing for me, but they have also insisted I stop teaching to answer my phone when I forgot to turn the ringer off before class. |
1. Interrupt Please!
I know and understand this. I do not take offense when
someone interrupts our conversation for a ringing phone or to greet someone
passing by. At the same time, every time I walk by a friend engrossed in a
conversation, I have an internal battle between being a rude American and
butting in with a greeting or being a rude Mosotho and walking by without
saying hello. Every time I have to force myself to choose Basotho culture and
interrupt with pleasantries. Every time.
2. Just Ask
As I explained in Motho Ke Motho Ka Batho, the
cultural belief in Lesotho is that people are here to help one another. As a
result, it is completely acceptable and even encouraged to ask people for what
you need or want. Out of matches or salt, pop next door and ask for some. Need
something from town and a neighbor is going, just ask. Hungry or thirsty after
a long walk to another village, just pop into a random home and ask for food or
drink. Traveling but not reaching your destination in a rural village before
nightfall, just ask for a place to sleep. The generosity and caring people show for one
another is one of the most beautiful things about Basotho culture and tradition.
In America, however, we are staunchly independent. If we can
do it ourselves, we should and do…especially in northern New England. Our
Yankee Pride means we can barely accept help when it is offered and we never ask for it. When I first arrived
in Lesotho, I struggled with people asking me for things. When people arrived
at the Chief’s place, tired and
thirsty from travel, I bristled that they felt it acceptable ask me for a glass
of water when getting water requires work. I finally adapted and am comfortable
sharing things as small as matches, salt, or water. I still struggle if someone
asks me for food as I cook only enough for myself. And no matter how hungry or
thirsty I get, I never ask for things.
This man insisted on a photo with me before assuring me that he would be an excellent husband. |
3. Wife Up
As I mentioned in Love and Marriage and My New Approach to Proposals, a Mosotho man shows he is respectful and serious about a relationship by starting relationship conversations be bringing up marriage. Almost any time I am outside of my village, some man will say he wants to marry me or he will be my husband. Although I know that this is the polite opening to flirtation, the absurdly independent single woman inside me runs the other direction every time an offer or suggestion of marriage is made. I simply cannot start conversing casually with a man who suggests marriage before asking my name or knowing that I even understand the language he is speaking.
4. Or at least Dial Up
A more modern version of opening with marriage proposals is to simply insist a woman give her phone number. I have seen men literally hang out of a taxi window and shout, "Give me your numbers baby!" More surprising to American me is that I have also seen women respond by giving the man her number! Once again, if someone starts with something big like a number instead of my name or a casual compliment, I simply cannot deal. I check out of the conversation, my smile becomes fake, and I internally role my eyes. It does not matter that I know this is the norm in Lesotho, I simply cannot wrap my brain around it and I will not be giving my digits this way.
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