Throughout my life, I keep being reminded of the great importance of context. The most clear-cut example of this was in University, when I even had a series of courses referred to as the ‘Context Sequence.’ During my study with Glenn Murcutt in Australia, I was reminded of his aversion to design outside his native country because he has a legitimate concern of misunderstanding foreign context. Here in my work in my villages, I am also constantly reminded.
Even after I have over 2 years of experience working in Malian villages, there is still so much that I don’t understand about culture and custom. Not only am I now working in the somewhat different context, being over on the other side of the country, but there are still aspects of the pandemic Malian culture that I don’t grasp thoroughly. Just the other day I was eating dinner with some of my co-workers and was informed, for the first time that I know of, that shaking my eating hand down and away from the communal bowl is bad. There are simply so many small nuances that I have not yet experienced, or have experienced but not had someone willing to explain their cultural importance and meaning, that I am constantly learning new things about Mali. All of these little factors come into play when I am trying to work in what is still a very foreign context.
I’ve spent the last 3 weeks traveling around to all of my villages, most of them twice, and I have been continually reminded of the importance of noting all the slight indicators for how and when to be most effective in my work. The first 2 weeks of this month I was biking around by myself, staying in the compounds of friends and village chiefs, so I had sole responsibility of overseeing and motivating the local health workers that are part of our project. I found myself often unsure of how to best go about getting the results that we want: Do I do what comes more naturally to me and point out how and what truly needs to be done? Or should I taking the more passive aggressive approach, since in Mali it’s not normal to openly criticize? I found that I usually ended up somewhere in the middle, which is dangerous territory (try to please everyone and you please no one…). I was disappointed overall in how much work my villages had gotten done, but still felt fairly accomplished by the end of those 2 weeks, having logged about 160km of biking, and reached 8 of my 9 villages. There were a few really good times, too. The most project related was when I went to the village of Koya and within my first hour there had introduced the idea of a cheaply made hand-washing station and actually built it (check out some of my pictures posted on facebook to see how excited the kids were to use it). Another more cross-cultural one was when I went to a dance party with my friends in one of the villages where everyone was thrilled when I actually worked up the courage to dance awkwardly with them.
I’m to the point now that I feel comfortable greeting in the three most commonly used languages in my service area, and I know which places are most likely to use which language, so several of the towns I don’t even work in but do bike through know me by sight and greeting, if not by name. Many of the people in the villages I do work in, don’t work with personally still know me and greet me by name. Furthermore, those random people I meet while biking out in the bush, especially when I’m worried about being lost, are constantly getting this big grin on their face when I greet them in their native language and then ask whether I’m on the right road. Every time I hear that recognition in their response or their use of my name even when I have no idea who they are, I am reminded of why I came back to Mali. All of these little incidents make me feel like I’m at least doing something right at far as cultural integration goes.
This last week one of my supervisors came up from Bamako, and he and 2 of my other co-workers went around to all 9 of my villages by car. At first I was concerned about the lack of progress that I had made in the last few months: Would the slow progress of our local workers reflect poorly on my supervision, or would they recognize that this is Mali?
As it turns out, and probably thanks to the fact that all three men are Malian, I experienced far more of the latter sentiment. I could tell that there were also disappointed in the slow progress, and I admit that I was secretly pleased to see them showing the frustration that I had been feeling, especially since it was not directed at me. Lest I give the impression that this last week of visits was an overall bad experience, I must point out that I think this show of frustration from a fellow Malian was more effective in motivating people than mine ever would have been on its own. As integrated as I can ever get in these villages, I will still always be seen as a bit of an outsider who brings their own approach, and I have personally been told on several occasions that ‘this is Mali, and that’s just not how it’s done here.’ So, I was very pleased to have the support of Zana, Kone, and Tounkara this last week, and I have great hope that these dual visits will have a catalyzing impact.
Going back to what I was saying in the beginning of this post, about context, I’ve found that in the Mali it’s just as crucial as ever. I’ve also found that, while I will never be as good at the cultural context here as your average native Malian, I still do okay. I try my best to adjust when I can, and I’ve found that it’s usually not only effective enough, but also greatly appreciated. Probably even more so than if it came from one of their own…