The sun sets. As time
passes, you feel very hungry, but the few drinks you’ve had ease your hunger
pains and numb your stomach. In fact,
your entire body feels numb and you feel a bit lightheaded.
The bar fills with people that are drinking alcohol and
dancing to the fantastic music. Nat has
joined the dancers in an open area in the center of the bar.
Stranger: Is that
your friend?
You turn and look at the man standing near your table.
Self: Yes
Stranger: How do you
know her?
Self: We are Peace
Corps Volunteers.
Stranger: …Oh
really?...she’s beautiful.
He walks around behind you and sits beside you at the table.
Stranger: Where are
you from?
Self: America
Stranger: She’s From
America?
Self: Yes
Stranger: And where
are you from?
Self: I am also from
America.
Stranger: Even
you? You’re from America?
Self: Yes.
Stranger: Seriously?
Self: Yes
Stranger: Why are you
here... in Botswana?
The Force: Remember
your training.
Self: We are Peace
Corps Volunteers. We are here to help
combat the spread of HIV and AIDS in the country and to promote a better
understanding between Americans and the countries in which we serve.
Stranger: I see…
Nat dances her way over to the table.
Nat: Who’s your
friend?
Stranger: My name is
Cuecue.
Cuecue extends his hand and Nat shakes it. Cuecue lets his hand linger and holds onto
Nat’s hand for a few seconds longer. As
she makes eye contact she smiles, winks and withdraws her hand.
Stranger: It’s nice
to meet you.
Nat: It’s nice to
meet you two.
Nat turns toward you.
She smiles, winks and touches you on the shoulder with her fist.
Nat: I’m gonna go
have some fun. You two should do the
same.
She smiles at you again and walks toward the bar to buy another
drink.
Cuecue: You are too arrogant. You are certainly going to have problems with
safety here.
The Force: Something
strange is happening.
Self: What do you
mean? Where did this come from?
Cuecue: I don’t like
you here. Westerners ruin Africa. You are only concerned for Africa when you
want something. You come and take our
diamonds or you want to have some image of being kind to boost your own ego and
self-righteousness.
Self: What?
Cuecue: For example,
your friend there, she will likely be sexually assaulted. Men here pray that they get a chance to sleep
with a white woman like her. She is
behaving so wildly. I can tell that she
is arrogant by the way she behaves… and then there’s you. You are in a foreign
land and you are not one of us no matter who gave you a Setswana name.
The Force: Something
has changed in this interaction. He
seems quite hostile now talking about ego and Self-Righteous Americans. Stay calm and remember your training. See what this person is trying to say to you.
A fight breaks out in the bar. A man, on the far side of the bar, begins to
scream at and punch a woman near the front gate. Everyone watches, but no one intervenes. The woman falls to the ground due to the
punches and submits. He stands over her
yelling before he grabs her by the arm, dragging her to a table near the bar. She sits, holding her face, as he continues
to speak to her firmly.
Cuecue: Arrogant. You’re not even listening to me. It seems that my understanding of Americans
is good.
Self: We are here to
help Botswana. We were invited by your
President to help. Your accusations may
apply to some people, but not to us.
Your accusations are very general.
What have I done to cause you to be so hostile towards me and my friend?
Cuecue: Your
arrogance is even evident in your words.
I am an old man and a true Motswana.
I don’t have to explain myself to you.
This is my land. Not yours. You owe all the explanations to me. You think that you are right, that you have
the correct answers and view of the world.
You think that if we talk for long enough that I’ll change my point of
view. Your arrogance suggests that I don’t
already know what you’re saying, that I haven’t been educated and that I don’t work
towards helping my country and that all we need is more Americans. You think that will solve everything.
Cuecue stands as if to leave, then continues.
There have been thousands of people across hundreds of
years. Some from the west, but many
Batswana. You think that you’ll solve
everything, that only you have the right answers, that you have the authority
to judge. I’ll tell you that if you
continue to think like that, you will most certainly be abused. Perhaps even tonight…
He walks away, and begins dancing with Nat.
You feel very hungry and lightheaded.
What do you do?