Well, I had the pleasure of getting to know a girl named Tameey from Nigeria. Tameey is her nickname, but I won't even attempt to spell her birth name, because I know I'll mess it up. Tameey and I were both in the Whitney Young Honors program, so we had quite a few classes together. We hung out on quite a regular basis.
However, one experience comes to my mind when I think of my dear friend Tameey. We were in the cafeteria and as always, there wasn't anything really pleasant to eat that day. I had gotten what was supposed to be some kind of noodle something or another, but it looked and tasted more like goulash than anything. I ate a couple of bites and decided that it wasn't even worth it. I was just like, "I have to get some pizza or something because this just isn't even worth it." Tameey responds with, "Gosh Christian, why don't you just eat the entire cafe?!"
Man was I hot. In my eyes, she had basically just called me a pig. Americans don't take too kindly to being called out on their eating habits. However in Nigeria, or most other countries for that matter, they call it as they see it. Tameey meant no harm in what she was saying, there was just a cultural barrier. And I understood that, seeing that I've been around such a wide spread of cultural groups in my days. So, I chose not to say anything to her, but just walk away. But, Tameey knew that I was upset with her, and really didn't understand why.
From this experience, I learned that some things are better left unsaid. I also learned though, that in unless you make it clear, how you're feeling isn't always going to be understood. Getting to know Tameey has helped me to not wear my feelings on my shoulders. And through God working on my censoring, we've made a pretty great bond.