The God Who Sees
I think Africa made me an extrovert. I used to not be this way. I used to be quite content in my own little space. I loved to retreat into privacy and silence. I didn’t mind being social, but I regained my energy from being alone. Then I moved to Africa. Where privacy is just not a thing. Where the center of life and culture is community not individualism. Where the houses are all right up next to one another and neighbors share a common courtyard. Where cooking and conversing between friends, family, neighbors, and visitors is done on the porches until late into the evening. Where visiting people in their homes is the most popular pastime (and form of entertainment). Where you get knocks on the door at anytime of day and welcome friendly visitors on a regular basis. Where everyone knows everyone, greets everyone, and values everyone. On top of that, I lived the past year of my life in one big house with four other nurses. It was rare to be in the house alone. Because of our day ...