Great books, all! I loved the part in Poisonwood Bible where the missionary wants to baptize the community in a river filled with crocodiles. What a marvelous example of cultural insensitivity. (And why we need to become aware.)
Great books, all! I loved the part in Poisonwood Bible where the missionary wants to baptize the community in a river filled with crocodiles. What a marvelous example of cultural insensitivity. (And why we need to become aware.)
I chuckled a lot while reading that book. The Peace Corps volunteers often upset the apple cart in terms of attitudes towards Africans. For example, we insisted the Africans on the staff be invited to the curry club which was a monthly curry hosted by one of the staff households. They couldn't afford to do that of course, but we thought they should be invited anyway. We had a Sri Lankan family on our staff and believe me, we all drooled over that curry. Beef was available once a week and had walked to Sierra Leone from Nigeria, so stews were the way to go. Our household guy who was the cook went to get it every Saturday am. The priests got the best meat. And you didn't order cuts, you ordered it by the pound and they cut off a chunk. So we had lots of various stews and spaghet as our cook called it.
Great books, all! I loved the part in Poisonwood Bible where the missionary wants to baptize the community in a river filled with crocodiles. What a marvelous example of cultural insensitivity. (And why we need to become aware.)
I chuckled a lot while reading that book. The Peace Corps volunteers often upset the apple cart in terms of attitudes towards Africans. For example, we insisted the Africans on the staff be invited to the curry club which was a monthly curry hosted by one of the staff households. They couldn't afford to do that of course, but we thought they should be invited anyway. We had a Sri Lankan family on our staff and believe me, we all drooled over that curry. Beef was available once a week and had walked to Sierra Leone from Nigeria, so stews were the way to go. Our household guy who was the cook went to get it every Saturday am. The priests got the best meat. And you didn't order cuts, you ordered it by the pound and they cut off a chunk. So we had lots of various stews and spaghet as our cook called it.