The Comical Times of Village Life
Written by: Jody
This next story took place while we lived in the capital city, but I thought it was funny enough to include here. I had made an African friend who I talked with on most days. One day when I showed up to talk with him, I noticed he had a bird and a cage in which to keep the bird. I asked him why he had a bird and he proceeded to tell me that because he had a white friend that he must learn how to take care of a bird. I then asked him if I was that white friend and he responded with “Yes”. Apparently, some of the other missionaries and other Americans in Niger have had or do have a bird. So he and many others just assume that all Americans like to own birds. So I told him that I did not own a bird and he responded to me that maybe someday you will. I then told him, “probably not”, in which he responded “are you sure?” I answered with a “Yes”.
When I told Sarah about the situation she said, Awww, that’s cute in a creepy sort of way. The funny part was that he did not buy the bird in a store or get it from somebody else, he just one morning got to work and caught it with his bare hands. Seriously, have you ever seen anybody catch a bird before with his bare hands? That’s crazy. He told me it was in the morning when the bird was tired and could not fly well, but still that’s amazing. And in order to get the bird back and forth from his house to work each day he would take the bird out of the cage put him in his backpack and drive to work on his motorcycle. That poor bird spent weeks being ushered back and forth in a backpack.
The culture is obviously much different here, which gives you many different experiences. You have to try to enjoy the funny differences that the culture gives you.