Race issues in America

I happened to be near the White House this past Sunday and saw several people and groups peacefully coming from the Unite the Right2 protest.  I am glad that there was no ‘major’ violence like what happened last year in Charlottesville.  Seeing the different races with differing beliefs reminded me of a conversation I had with a black African friend, Henry, some months ago.

I have written about the racism I have experienced in the US before, but that experience was nothing compared to what Henry told me.  He works for a local company and goes to work sites a lot for his job.  He is a manager in his company and supervises people of different racial backgrounds.  Henry enjoys his job but said he has seen a lot of discrimination because of his race, as have his Caucasian counterparts.

If a client needs to have a meeting, Henry and his team discuss the client’s race as part of preparation. If the client is white, then Henry’s white report pretends to be the manager and chairs the meeting while Henry acts a support staff member and takes the minutes.   However, the ‘manager’ defers tough questions to Henry all the while pretending to be the boss.  Apparently, most of their Caucasian clients do not accept Henry and his fellow black managers and so do not take well to Henry supervising whites.  This has led many clients withdrawing their business, though they would give different reasons for doing so.

One day Henry got a call from his Caucasian report asking him to join him at a site. Henry refused and said the job was easy and the report should be able to handle it.  However, his colleague pressed him to come though he would not say why.  Henry went and was surprised to see his colleague standing far away from the clients.  Apparently, the colleague was not welcomed by the client because they wanted a black person to work with them. You guessed it – the clients were black.  Henry took over the job and his colleague only joined him when going back to the office.

It was only after my discussion with Henry about the racial issues his company has to deal with that I realized that I truly know nothing about race here in US.  It was really a big shock for me.  It seems I have been fortunate so far, I guess.


Western marriage proposals

There is one thing I don’t understand (I guess because of my culture) – the fuss about marriage proposals in the west.  I always wonder why it has to be a big spectacle.  Why don’t people just involve their loved ones if they want to, instead of doing it during half time at football matches, and other such places, with huge rings?  I am not bashing this culture, but I would just like to understand why the pomp around engagements.

In today’s Zambia, an engagement generally goes like this:

  • A couple date
  • The guy pops the question
  • The woman agrees
  • The guy’s family visits the woman’s family to ask for her hand from her family
  • The family agrees
  • The guy gives a small token, usually a bit of money, as a sign of commitment.  I guess this may be equated to an engagement ring (?).

Only at this stage is the couple considered engaged.  However, nowadays the guy may pop the question after this to the woman and give her a ring.  I know one guy who asked for the second time at an upscale restaurant and the people around cheered.  This is just to be romantic as they are already engaged.

Relative was visiting

A young male relative visited me last month.  I have always gotten along with him, but was worried that I would bore him out of his mind since he is a young adult with different interests.  Instead, he had a big blast as much as I did.

It was his first time in the US, so I took him all over DC metro area where we even rode Segways, something I have wanted to do for a long time.  I took him to NYC where we walked on the Brooklyn Bridge, toured the Statue of Liberty (another thing I have long wanted to do) and visited ground zero new developments among other tourist things.

Young man did not have any places except for a couple that he was interested in, so he did what I said we do.  However – and this is a big however – he was interested in tasting new foods that he had seen on TV shows like Anthony Bourdain’s.  First up was Ben’s Chilli bowl, a place I had never been interested in.  We went to the H street place, and I enjoyed the food so much that I took young man to the Arlington one as well where I ordered a hot chilli dog and a chilli burger for one meal.  Delicious!  In NYC, he had Korean food which was to die for, Philly cheesesteak (it was so-so) and the New York cheesecake which was out of this world.

It was fun to bond with young man and see the States through his eyes.  It was also nice to hear him speak as an adult and not as a boy.  One thing that touched me, though, was that he said the highlight of his visit for him was talking about a beloved who passed on a few years ago.  He said it helped him heal.  I enjoyed that part of the visit as well.

African colleagues, tell us your views

Many times some Africans (myself included many years ago) complain that westerners are domineering and arrogant.  One of my former employers worked a lot with westerners and this was a big issue for us ‘locals’ because we felt that our western counterparts pushed their ideas on us and expected us to do their bidding.  Interestingly,  our western colleagues felt that the locals did not give their viewpoints in a non too clear way, otherwise they did not say anything a all.  This became such a contentious issue that our overall boss called for an urgent cultural retreat and everyone had to attend.  This is one of the best and useful retreats I have ever attended.

Westerners said they felt that Zambians and other Africans that they worked with did not open up or contradict them when they had different views.  The westerners said they got to know our true feelings through our actions.  Basically, if Africans carried out some tasks/actions discussed in a meeting with westerners, then it meant that we were for the agreed action.  Otherwise,  we the Africans would not carry out an ‘agreed upon’ task if we did not agree with it, even though we had not opposed it during a meeting.  I was personally surprised to hear this, because I thought westerners would know from my silence or body language that I did not agree with them.

Westerners on the other hand, were shocked that Africans thought they were arrogant.  They just thought they were letting people know their views!

The dynamics in the team changed immediately after this retreat.  Both sides were more sensitive to how they communicated with the other and relations warmed.  We were in a meeting one day and Zambian colleague gave input that was 50% words and 50% non-verbal.  Zambians got the message, but the westerners did not.  One of them brought up the issue immediately and asked for the Zambian to use verbal communication, at which every one understood.  It was a very good lesson to not only the Zambians present, but westerners as well.

Personally, I noticed changes in myself not only at work but in my personal life as well.  I opened up more and was open to others’ frankness without taking offence.  This has served me well through the years.

Zambians just love color!

I was shocked several years ago when I read a blog by a tourist from the UK who had visited Zambia and he said Zambians love wearing “garish” (it’s the word he used) colors.  What?!!  I didn’t see anything strange or loud about the colors we wore, until many years after I moved away from Zambia.  I remember visiting home one year, and my eyes were assaulted by the extremely bright colors that people wore, especially women, not in a bad way though.

I visited home this year again and the fact that Zambians love color was brought home in this photo I took by mistake:


That’s my mum in black and me in blue.  You should see the full attires – they are loud and garish! 🙂  The colors of one attire would have sufficed for seven people.  Would I change the colorful way I dress, especially in summer?  No way.  Color is in my genes and DNA.  🙂

Have a colorful end of week, all.


Lost my voice – interesting responses

I have been losing my voice quite regularly for some reason.  My allergist has referred me to another specialist who I will be seeing next week.  Life is great, apart from this little hiccup.

I normally preface by informing people – either by whispering (if my voice can come out), ‘sign language’ or in writing that I have lost my voice.  Ninety percent of the time they respond in one of the following interesting ways:

  1. They whisper back to me – no matter how long our conversation is.  It is interesting how we unconsciously mirror people we interact with.  (I think I will start  whispering with loud people so that I have a quieter life.)
  2. They write a note to me.  Don’t people realize that speaking is a faster and easier way to communicate?  Also, I am not deaf.
  3. They use ‘sign language’.  This is really interesting as both the other person and I don’t know sign language beyond logical signs and so sometimes the messages get lost.
  4. They shout their responses to me.  I SAID I LOST MY VOICE, NOT MY HEARING FACULTY!!!!!   AND, HERE HAVE TWO EXTRA!!
  5. They shout and use ‘sign language’ at the same time. Usually this does not help as the sign language just distracts me since it is usually exaggerated and obviously not ‘saying’ what the words mean.

I used to tell people that I could hear at first, but people continued doing whatever they thought was the best way of communication with me so I just stopped.  We will see what tomorrow holds in my Communications Department :).

Have a great weekend, all, and talk on my behalf

Allergies galore!

I was Zambia for three beautiful weeks and came back a couple of weeks ago.  Life had been beautiful and smooth in Zambia and I had not had to take an any allergy meds after the first week.  My mother even commented that I had stopped rubbing my nose.

Well, fast forward to landing in DC – life has not been as smooth.  I came down with severe allergies, was coughing, wheezing and voiceless for the past two weeks.  I have spent half the time off-sick.  My handbag has been a pharmacy on its own.

It’s been bad, but at least I am much better today.  Allergies are the one downside of my life in DC.  To make matters worse, I am allergic to grass so it is not a seasonal issue.

The bright side of allergies is that my times outside DC/the US are more enjoyable as I don’t suffer.  OK, not sure if there is a bright side to allergies…..

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