Dance class, I’m twisted on my back while pounding the
floor with my fist, jumping and singing and stretching.
Coming home from class, the door is locked and my
family in Dschang don’t have a second key. So instead of attacking the pile of
homework I’m trying not to be anxious about, I curl up in the chair my neighbor
provides (each of the three times it happened)
and instead listen to his playlist of Cameroonian and American music,
and tell him how excited I am about the women’s day outfit I am having made.
Showering by the light of a non-electric flashlight
because the electricity is cut, I’m just grateful that the water is back on. I
was starting to smell after the water was cut yesterday.
Walking by the group of Cameroonian guys building a
wall, when one guy holds out a hammer and asks if I want to try, I say yes for
once and impress them all with my long-unused drama crew skills. Not to brag,
but I’ve used a circular saw before, hammering a nail into thresh wall isn’t
that hard. Being confident and comfortable enough to interact solo with a group
of six Cameroonian guys is harder, but they are all friendly and we laugh a
lot.
Saying bonjour first while walking down the street,
trying hard to be culturally competent and aware. The “ma chères” I can handle,
but it’s hard not to be freaked out by the half kissing/half hissing sound
which is a perfectly normal and appropriate way to get someone’s attention in Cameroon.
Especially coming from guys on the street, it’s hard not to feel degraded but I
try because I know it’s just a cultural difference.
Dance class, power cuts, ambling walks, pausing to
talk to everyone; they’re all teaching me flexibility. I think it’s one of the
best things I will take away from this beautiful country. I knew flexibility
would be required; it always is with new things. I was prepared to be flexible
with different cultural approaches to time, with food and language and even
myself. What has surprised me most was that I’ve also needed to be flexible
with my own internal values.
The very first weekend here, thinking about my
reaction to constant comments on the street from Cameroonian guys made me
realize I need a deeper type of flexibility. I would have to choose between two
things I value deeply: Feminism and reform against objectification, and being
culturally competent and respectful. Do I go all activist and campaign against
what I see as harassment, or stretch myself to see another perspective (even if
I disagree with it?) I want desperately to always defend bodily autonomy and
integrity, that is one of my core values as a feminist, but I am also someone
who wants deeply to respect and embrace other cultures. It’s a strange thing
when some of your core values are in conflict with each other; it’s requiring a
lot of thought and internal negotiation. It’s a dance that requires a
flexibility of worldview, and I am sure
I will mess it up as frequently as I mess up in dance class, but I am going to
keep stretching myself and trying.