They say confession is good for the soul. There
are times when I feel like pulling out my hair (or even punching someone in the
face) and it takes a lot of grace and a lot of talking to myself not to do so.
In this blog post, I want to confess two such situations.
The cameramen
The first is when cameramen pursue me for
photos that I am not interested in. I do not mind them taking the photos if
they are going to keep them. But that is not what I am talking about. Often,
this takes place at special functions—like weddings or conferences.
These cameramen are like sniffer dogs. They
know exactly where some public function is going to be and they are there
taking photos of you as you come out of your car (as was the case with the photo on the left), as you walk to the building
where the function is going to be, as you enter the building, as you sit and
talk with friends, as you get your food, as you eat, etc. I find them to be
quite a distraction and a disturbance. But that is not what drives me up the
wall.
Within an hour, they are usually back with
the photos and then they start pestering you to pay an arm and a leg for them.
This is where I feel like pulling out my hair, to put it mildly. I did not ask
anyone to take a picture of me in the first place, so why should I pay four to
five times what I would have paid if I had taken the same photo from my own
camera? Again, if only they can take “No” for an answer, I would not mind. But
they keep coming back, putting the photos right in front of my nose on the table
and seeking to persuade me to pay. They even start suggesting that they can
lower the price as if the issue is that I cannot afford to pay what they are
asking for. For me, the issue is that I am being cajoled into paying for
something I did not ask for in the first place.
The time I concluded I needed to write a
blog post about this was when I was entering a conference and I had my camera
with me. The cameraman at the door asked me to slow down as I was going in and
said he wanted to take a picture of me. I showed him my own camera and told him
that if I really wanted a shot I would get someone to take one of me using my
camera. Well, as I was showing him my camera, he still took a shot of me. An
hour later, he came where I was and started cajoling me to buy the photo where
I was pointing to my own camera. Aagh! May the Lord deliver us from these
pests!
The callboys
And then there are the callboys. For the
sake of my readers who live in the developed West, callboys here in Africa are
usually young men in their teens and into their twenties, who are jobless and
so make some money by calling passengers to get onto buses at bus
stations. Since I own a car, I rarely
travel by bus. But once in a while I have to, and man, these callboys drive me
up the wall!
Callboys racing to a car that is arriving at a bus station |
As soon as the car slows down to enter the
bus station, they come running and swarm around the car, talking to every passenger,
asking where you are going, and pointing to buses that are going in various
routes. As the car stops and you get your bag, they start fighting each other
to carry your bag for you. In the meantime, if you make the mistake of telling
them where you are going, whoever has won possession of your bag immediately
takes you to the bus where he has been promised money if he can bring some
passengers.
What is wrong with that? Well, in the first
place, their interest is never in your safety or comfort. They rarely take you
to a good bus that is about to start off. Often, you end up in a bus looking
full, but it is actually empty. The other “passengers” are dummies. They are
also callboys who begin to slip out one-by-one as other passengers are lured
into what is actually an empty bus. This kind of deception really irks me!
On the other hand, if you do not follow
them, they continue pestering you to no end. This is where they drive me crazy.
The time I decided I needed to write a blog post on this was when I was dropping
off a daughter who was going out of town to university. I held on to her bags
while she searched around the bus station looking for the best possible bus to
use. All the time she was gone, this callboy kept trying to convince me to let
him carry the bags to a particular bus. His pleas turned into whining and he
began to sound like a pesky mosquito in my ears.
Callboys swarming a car at a bus station |
Finally, I looked him straight in the eyes
and said with a sharp and firm voice, “Hey, please shut up and get away from
here!” It was the kind of voice that makes a dog coil its tail between its legs
and run away. His response was, “Eh, mudala
[sir], what’s your problem? I’m trying to help you and you are talking to me
like that. Are you mad?” My adrenalin hit dangerous levels. He still stood
there, but kept looking everywhere else except at me. After a while he left. I
said in my heart, “May the Lord deliver us from these pests!”
A call for courtesy
I have no doubt that both the cameramen and
the callboys mean well. I also know that they are just trying to make a living.
Times are tough in Africa and people have to be very creative in order to put
bread on their tables and clothes on their backs. Yet, what I am asking for is
basic courtesy. I also sweat for my money. I want anyone who wants some of it
to get it out of me properly—with civility. That is all I am asking for.
Deceiving me and then pestering me afterwards is wrong, whichever way one looks
at it. These cameramen and callboys want to get my money the way in which
mosquitoes invade my home at night and get my blood!
Postscript: I think that we
Christians can also learn a lesson from this in our evangelistic work. Whereas
we should be zealous in sharing the gospel with all those who are around us, we
should not become obnoxious in the process of doing so. I know of Christians
who simply tirade non-Christians with warnings about hell and call that
evangelism. That is loathsome! The Bible says, “Remind the people to…avoid
quarreling, to be gentle, and to show perfect courtesy toward all people”
(Titus 3:1-2). We should be winsome in the way we share the best news
in the universe.
We are coming to Lusaka in 17 days. We are very excited and will try so very hard to stay away from the callboys and cameramen. Great post. Very good reminder about evangelism!
ReplyDeleteWell, Darren and Jacky, as they say, "To be forewarned is to be fore-armed!" I am glad that the blog post has armed you for your coming Zambian visit. You are most welcome!
ReplyDeleteYour post makes me laugh with sympathy, as a man who has been known to have 'dangerous adrenalin levels' myself I enjoyed the honesty. Once when I was a young & inexperienced christian I was being very harshly interviewed by a church elder[It's a very long story]. At the end of 2 hours he asked me if I had changed at all since my 'claimed conversion' [his words]. I was unable to speak due dangerous adrenalin levels & so didn't reply but in my mind I was thinking 'I really have changed, 2 years ago if someone made me this angry I would be answering with my fists'. Eventually the adrenalin abated, it still makes me laugh today.
ReplyDeleteScott, you have made my day! I am glad to know that there are some people out there with "like passions as we are" (James 5:17). I am certainly glad it was not a church elder that made me realise that I have changed by driving me so close to the cliff-edge. Thanks for your comment!
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