So… Africa is of course a different culture and there have been a few adjustments that have to be made when you live in other’s house and go to their church and travel with them. I think that this is one of those things that I did not expect when leaving the states and everything that I know. When I had malaria in Kenya, all I wanted to do was sleep and be left alone, but this is not the culture here. I was fed and constantly asked if I was doing ok or if I needed anything.
Here in Rwanda, we are always asked if we need anything and if the food is ok. We are always offered more than we need and told “you can’t say no.” This has honestly been difficult for my American mindset. When you are living in a culture that doesn’t understand alone time or quiet time or sitting outside alone or just doing your own thing, something inside of me wishes for home and a room to myself. God has been teaching me so much through this. I have to learn to be ok in this different setting and understand that I am just being cared for. There is nothing that I can do to change where I am, I have to learn to be adaptable.
