I first wrote about culture shock here twelve years ago when I came as a student to the US for the very first time. And even after all this time, there are still things that shock me, even when I think I have assimilated into a culture very different from the one I was brought up in. I'll go back twelve years and then fast forward to present times. I arrived in Boston at the end of summer and thankfully got accommodation not too far from school which meant I could walk to school and did not have to commute. It also meant that I passed by people on the street every day and as a typical 'yoruba' gal greeted them with a cheery good morning. The first few times when my greeting was not acknowledged, I thought I had not greeted loud enough for me to be heard, so I changed the cadence of my voice which resulted in the exact same response- silence. It took me a while before I stopped instinctively greeting every being I passed on my way to school, but a few months later I had ad...
Hi Tomi...
ReplyDeleteIt's the blogger who used to be known as Bagucci here. Thought I'd pop in and let you know about a project I'm currently help curate at the3six5ng.wordpress.com. We're looking to build a crowd sourced diary where people (with a Nigerian connection) share a day in their lives.. It's our third month so far, and it has been intriguing to see what Nigerians in places as far flung as Japan and Russia and other less exotic places are up..
Do stop by, and consider contributing a day if you can.. regards, AJ :)