There is a saying that what takes a day in the States takes
a week in Africa, what takes a week, takes a month, what takes a month takes a
year. The saying relates to the infrastructure present as well as cultural
differences. I thought this was offensive and did not understand it, until now.
This past week I had to submit my quarterly report for Peace Corps as well as
having multiple programs and events that I have been planning get rescheduled,
some for the fourth or fifth time. I was at the end of my rope, until I
remembered the above saying. I know that I need to take a deep breath and
remain calm, however, the American in me as well as my personality in general cannot
help but feel self-conscious as I look at my quarterly report and think that’s
all I have done in the last few months and I just want to tack on an addendum
explaining myself and offering excuses. I know that peace corps understands
this and that every site is different, so even as my friends text me all of
their triumphs, I should remember the calming words I share with others, that we
all have our own time lines. But this week I cannot help but be frustrated with
my seemingly slow timeline. I just want to complain and say that I am doing the
best I can with what I have, I do not know what more I could do. It is time to
turn in my report, take a step back, and reflect on all that I have done that
could not fit into the electronic data base. Maybe our funding sources do not
care about the funerals I attended or the yoga I have taught, but I know that
my friends in Moshana do. This is not the first time I have tried to measure my
success by words on a piece of paper, but I guess it’s a lesson I continue to
have to learn. Even though I could have done more events, if I was the only one
planning them, that would not be sustainable and makes me think of the African
proverb, “Go alone and you will go fast, go together and you will go far.”
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