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| Rachel Pieh Jones. Pieh as in 3.1415926. Raised in the Christian west, now I live in the Muslim east. Djibouti Jones is where I process writing, running, raising three Third Culture Kids, the Horn of Africa, and faith. |
1.
No shoes in the house. People in Minnesota tell
me to make myself at home and leave my shoes on. I struggle. I want to take
them off. In Djibouti there could be goat/camel/sheep poop on those shoes, or
road kill juice, or simply a lot of dirt. A house without a pile of shoes at
the front door is a lonely house.
2.
Kissy-face or tilted chin or tongue sticking out.
Instead of using a ‘pointer’ finger, I use ‘pointer’ lips and ‘pointer’ tongue
and ‘pointer’ chin.
3.
Cupping my hand to call someone. Waggling one
finger is how you call a dog. I hold my hand out, palm down, and bring all four fingers
toward the fleshy part of my palm. I watched a movie recently in which Liam
Neeson called a military officer with his finger and I cringed. I thought the
officer would attack him for being so disrespectful.
4.
Farmer-blowing in the street (only
while running though!) and spitting. Gross. Sorry.
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| rarely getting mail, no house address |
5.
Kissing cheeks and no hugs. I used to view the
French-style cheek kisses as inherently sexual. Now I much prefer them to
full-frontal hugs. Which is more invasive: Brushing cheeks together while
making juicy smooching noises or full body contact and squeezing?
6.
Inhaling. I inhale often, and sharply. It means
something like, uh-uh, or I’m listening. Lucy tells me to knock it off,
apparently it is annoying.
7.
On-and-off showers. I turn off the water while
shampooing, shaving, sudsing and then turn it back on to rinse. Off again. On
again. This isn’t because of temperature issues exclusively. Showers are not
designed to keep water in a certain space. A shower means the entire bathroom
gets doused so to minimalize the pool-effect, I turn the water on and off.
8.
Insha Allah. When talking about the future I
feel incomplete if I don’t add something like insha Allah. God willing.
Hopefully. As far as I can tell. Maybe, maybe not.
9.
Using the optative. May you be healthy! May God
heal you! May you not hit that donkey cart! May you lower the price! Strangely,
in Somali, this is sufficient. But when I use it in English, hand motions
accompany the words, salute-like, and I feel like I’m sending the person I’m
speaking to off into battle.
10. Layers.
The hotter it gets, the more clothes I wear. This is because sweat is ugly. So
I wear one or two or three layers that soak up the sweat while the outer layer
still looks fresh.
11. No
public displays of affection. Tom and I rarely hold hands and when we do,
it is awkward and limp. We only recently started kissing in the airport upon
arrival or departure and then a chaste peck on the cheek with a shoulder pat.
12. Irregular
toilet flushing. If its yellow, let it mellow. If its brown, flush it down.
Sometimes flush toilet paper, sometimes put toilet paper in the garbage,
sometimes hide toilet paper under the nearest rock. I promise not to do that
while visiting your home. Unless you live in Africa, then you just never know.
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| exchange money with a lady on the side of the street, not a bank or ATM |
13. Sleeping
in the middle of the day. Lovely.
14. Bizarre exclamations and hand gestures. Ish! Hoh.
Waryaa. Sow ma aha? Wiggling my earlobe or poking the side of my nose, all
tacked onto the end of otherwise normal English sentences.
15. Twirling
conversations. Americans don’t tend to face each other while talking, but
stand shoulder to shoulder. This feels strange and cold so I turn to face them,
possibly step closer, may even make physical contact. They then rotate
slightly, back away, and flinch. I respond again. All this is subconscious, but
it inevitably means we turn in full circles while talking.
Have you noticed any of your
own strange habits? Or any of mine that I didn’t mention?
source: djiboutijones.com
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