In China
if you meet
a foreign student
pursuing a programme
taught in Chinese and ask them about their studies, the likely response you will get is one that tells you theirs is a sad story
worth listening to. You will be
told of the frustration and the stress
that the students suffer due to their failure to understand lectures,
not because of the difficulty of the concepts presented – well they could be –
but because the students’ competence
in Chinese language
is too basic
for university studies. Why is this so?
Saturday, 28 January 2012
The tool with which I hit a taxi driver
I am a
black African man, with a black skin, studying in China. I have been in this
beautiful country since 2009. Well, being black in China causes a mixture of
attitudes and feelings among Chinese. You see some staring at you with awe, not
believing that what their eyes are seeing is a black person.
You see others, especially
girls, with seemingly exaggerated excitement on their faces. Sometimes such
girls, most of them pretty, will ask if they could take a photo with you. It is
a request I grant most times, after which they giggle away, celebrating the
just ended ‘life-time’ opportunity of seeing a black person in flesh. And as I
wrote this article in MacDonald’s over a chicken burger and a coke, some three
teen-age girls passing by beckoned one another’s attention to look at me,
murmured things I couldn’t pick and chuckled away like some kindergarten kids.
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