My experience in Cameroon on the concept of waiting is unraveled. For example, I wait for a moto: about ten minutes... (my instant gratification becomes irritable and impatient!), waiting for someone to come to your house... an hour-two hours because of the rain, or they are taking their time to look "presentable". Waiting for a meeting to start, 30 minutes to an hour, waiting for it to end... over three-four hours because they argue about wearing jeans to school... waiting for my bag to be dropped to me... 5-10 mintues which seems like an hour because of the harrasment and hot African sun scorching your skin... waiting for little friend in village ( I was an hour late, supposed to be there at 10... we went to the friend's house at noon, because she wasn't ready.)... waiting for my landlord to fix my grass fence... two months...because of rain... waiting for student to respond after ten times (literally) in ten different ways, even his mother tongue: about five minutes....waiting for my bus to go to Ngaoundere one-two hours...
Therefore, waiting here is part of life... What are they waiting for? There are no deadlines to be met. The old man sitting under the tree with his legs crossed or the three young men sitting in front of the boutique wait. They wait, wait, wait for the future. What future exactly? The development of Cameroon? Paved roads, the messiah? Waiting is a huge part of their journey, is there a destination? Probably not. "Attendez un peu" could mean 5 mintues to a few months. Time does not equal money here. Therefore, waiting is the way of life.
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