At the Hardware Store (by Thom)
We were at the hardware store the other day and Amanda said, “This would make a good story for the blog.” Let me back up and explain why:
This story does a good job of illustrating some differences in American and Malian culture. I wanted to buy a metric tape measure and I had seen one at this store near us a week or so before. Hardware stores here are a lot different than your Home Depot or Ace stores. The entire store was about 6 ft by 6 ft and probably didn’t stock more than $50 worth of merchandise. There is one peg-board which had a wrench and about 4 other things hanging on it. Behind the counter were some shelves, stocked with a few bags of cement powder, and miscellaneous screws and nails. As I mentioned, I had seen the tape measure there before but didn’t have the money on me that day so Amanda and I walked back there to buy it last Saturday. When we got there I saw the one tape measure he had before was gone. At the same moment, I realized I didn’t know the French word for “tape measure” (the answer, by the way, is “le mètre”). I tried to explain what I wanted and pointed to where it was before. He understood right away and said he had sold it, but his brother had one at his store, and he’d go get it right away. He went outside and asked us to sit in his chairs, hopped on his bike, and rode down the street. We waited for about 10 or 15 minutes before he returned, tape measure in hand. I asked how much and he said it was 1,150 cfa (a little over $2). I paid him and we returned home.
Time has a funny value here. I’d never wait 15 minutes for a $2 tape measure in the US. I’d probably walk away and not come back to the store. In West Africa though, time isn’t generally a matter of minutes. Sometimes, it’s not even a matter of days or weeks!
I should say in fairness that not all hardware stores are this barren; I’ve been to some others that, while about the same size, are full with layers and layers of things on every square inch of the walls. However, I’m thinking that anytime someone is willing to take a 15 minute bike ride to make a $2 sale, it explains well how much money he is making normally.
The last little piece of Malian culture to tell you about here involves the taxis. While we were sitting outside the hardware store waiting, we were only about 10 feet from the road and every taxi that drove by slowed down and honked to see if we wanted a ride. It was very funny.
I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into our lives here. After all the emails we got regarding the video in the last post, I’m working on a small project featuring the Malians we interact with on a regular basis. Thanks for all the feedback! Remember, we always love getting emails. You can write us at mcmali@gmail.com.
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