Today the JHR group completed the first part of pre-departure training. The first three days were all about becoming "interculturally effective people." Parts were incredibly helpful and comforting, and parts made me realize I don't respond well to touchy-feely "development-ese" - language used by the course facilitator to help us with adjustments, get ready for possible scenarios, etc. All of you who have travelled overseas through CIDA or other NGOs will probably know very well what I am talking about.
Really - I'm not cynical. I appreciated this training, I really did! I realize it is very well-intentioned, and I appreciated the efforts to prepare our group in as unifed a manner as possible.....but really, let's simplify all of this, shall we?
And thus, through all the euphemisms and group work, the message that came through to me loud and clear was "Don't be a stupid white Canadian. Don't talk. Listen." Really. That's all the facilitator needed to say. And it's what I've been thinking about since the final session ended a few hours ago.
This week, we were presented with many possible work-related scenarios that could result in cultural confusion, and how to manage them. The facilitator asked for input on a particularly Confusing and Awkward Intercultural Scenario. I raised my hand.
"I have no idea," I told her. "When you are already very awkward in a Western context....well.....I can't even imagine how to get out of this very Confusing and Awkward Intercultural Scenario." She laughed. I wasn't joking.
I was also struck by all the little social things that will become so important once I start working in Accra. Those visual and verbal cues. Watching my eye contact. Giving the right gifts at the right times. Shaking hands properly. Hell, we've got to watch which hands we use (doing anything with the left hand is a big no no Ghanaian culture.) Dressing better. Watching, period. And waiting.
None of these things are particularly my forte, especially the "dressing better" bit. After a year of going to work basically in my pyjamas, with hair-stylings that would make Amy Winehouse look like Anna Wintour, the whole "dressing/grooming for radio" thing is a fairly significant adjustment. But this is of course what travelling is, no? This new awareness of all the stupid little things you ignore at home, and how they influence the ways people perceive you overseas, and how effectively you can get along and do a good job. As an inexperienced traveller, I'm already amazed at the things I've become aware of before even landing in this country.
Of course, such "awareness" doesn't mean the experience won't be rife with culturally-related gaffes and errors. As many of you know, the words "Alison Lang" and "socially appropriate graces" do not necessarily coincide. I gush. I spill beverages. I laugh at the wrong times and wrong volumes. Also, I am a snort-laugher. I often involuntarily sneeze....in eights. Or twelves.
Right.
Thankfully, I have also learned over these past few days that Ghanaians, though proud and classy, are also kind. And, I suspect, forgiving....of bumbling, well-intentioned young Canadian women. Let's hope.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
take the dysentery bets now
Hi. This is your friend Lang!
I have unceremoniously started my umpteenth blog in hopes that it will give you a little bit of insight into what it's like when a 25-year-old white chick from suburban Ontario decides to go to Ghana for 8 months and help a radio station cover human rights stories. Hopefully it will fare better than my other blogs, which were arguably about things a little more in the "I like boys, I am angsty and Live Journal" realm and "blah blah blah, my apartment building is full of drug addicts" realm. So....welcome to the "Massively Scary Life Event" realm! Stay awhile!
Basically, my aims are to do a good job, learn as much as possible, not be a jerk, have fun, avoid dysentery, and hopefully write things here every once in awhile that will keep you somewhat entertained....and let you know that I'm not dead or anything.
If you want to give a listen to JOY, or get an idea of the daily news stories in Ghana, the link is here:
http://www.myjoyonline.com/
And if you want to learn more about Journalists for Human Rights, go here:
http://www.jhr.ca/
One more week. Till then.
Lang
.
I have unceremoniously started my umpteenth blog in hopes that it will give you a little bit of insight into what it's like when a 25-year-old white chick from suburban Ontario decides to go to Ghana for 8 months and help a radio station cover human rights stories. Hopefully it will fare better than my other blogs, which were arguably about things a little more in the "I like boys, I am angsty and Live Journal" realm and "blah blah blah, my apartment building is full of drug addicts" realm. So....welcome to the "Massively Scary Life Event" realm! Stay awhile!
Basically, my aims are to do a good job, learn as much as possible, not be a jerk, have fun, avoid dysentery, and hopefully write things here every once in awhile that will keep you somewhat entertained....and let you know that I'm not dead or anything.
If you want to give a listen to JOY, or get an idea of the daily news stories in Ghana, the link is here:
http://www.myjoyonline.com/
And if you want to learn more about Journalists for Human Rights, go here:
http://www.jhr.ca/
One more week. Till then.
Lang
.
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