In hindsight, I totally understand the local people's reaction. Everyone is, probably, concerned about getting their children to school on time. Yet, I have the choice to take the motorbike and drive my daughter to school. By doing so, I only confirmed white privilege ... which I'm really regretting now. It feels like reality just slapped me in the face with a concrete brick.
I once again made a fool of myself, as I probably should just have left my daughter waiting for the bus with the other children.
Obviously the bus arrived 5 minutes after we left with the motorbike.
It really touched me that they called me out like that, I even proposed to do a few runs back and forth with the motorbike to take more children to school ... yet the damage was already done.
A few weeks remain of our stay in Senegal. Unexpectedly I was once again confronted with white privilege this morning.
Every morning my daughter takes the bus to school, today the bus was late ... so late that school had already started. I decided to walk home and take her to school using the motorbike. When picking her up at the bus stop, I got called out for not respecting solidarity.
For context : we're living in Senegal with our family for a couple of months. At the moment "the new" is starting to wear off and it's not always easy ... learning as we go.
After almost 3 months taking my children to school every day and being treated as a museum exhibit while doing so, today it was just too much.
I really couldn't cope anymore with being called out with the same questions, every, single day. Obviously I made an utter fool of myself while getting caught up in the moment ... and probably just made it worse now.
Is this what they call reverse racism?
I've been a bit absent, lured into the birdsite too much the past months. Nevertheless, looking forward to defend my PhD on October 21st! https://www.kuleuven.be/doctoraatsverdediging/fiches/3H15/3H150669.htm
Ok, I value honest and unbiassed feedback for sure ... but what I just received in my inbox resembles a nuclear torpedo launch.
Over the past week I've been sharing some parts of my phd thesis with peers. Getting some strong comments regarding my writing style, English grammar and vocabulary. So strange that no-one told me this before, I'd really like to figure out how I can improve my writing - yet suggesting what I could do to write better is something people have difficulties with.
Meandering towards the end.
Sounds that remind me of my childhood to wind down today. I still have the vinyl single my mum used to play.
This concludes the late night rant to myself.
Next generation alchemist * Full stack human #nobot
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