After 2 years in Ethiopia there are several things that I
miss about my life in America. Of course
there are also many things that I don’t miss at all like paying bills, being on
time, drama, 50-hour work weeks and the general stress and pressure of “keeping
up” with everyone around me. However,
one thing that I miss the most is a very simple event that took place every
single day in my previous life. That is- waking up in the morning, rolling out
of my big, comfy bed and walking barefoot into the bathroom. It’s a routine that my body did instinctively
every morning with very little thought.
You’ve probably done it yourself, hundreds of times, without
appreciating the beauty and simplicity of the act.
Let me tell you what it’s like in Ethiopia when I have to go
to the bathroom first thing in the morning.
I wake up, roll off my uncomfortable little cot, untangle myself from my
mosquito net, put on a bra (‘cause no one needs to see everything jiggling
around!), put on pants and maybe a sweater if it’s a cool morning, put on
shoes, grab toilet paper, unlock and open my front door, walk outside to the
back of the compound, use the shint bet (literal translation “urine house”),
walk back inside my house and wash my hands.
I’m not so good with math, but that’s like 438% more work than my old
morning routine in America. And unlike
America, this morning routine actually requires brainpower. Since it is very typical that if I’m in my
house alone, then I’m not wearing pants (a new habit that I blame completely on
my mom!), it was just last week that I had to poop so badly that I almost ran
outside without any pants on. I had my
hand on the handle, about to open the door when luckily I looked down at my
naked legs just in time. That would have
shocked the neighbors considering the one time I answered the door in shorts I
nearly gave my landlord a heart attack! (Kneecaps and shoulders are not acceptable
body parts to be shown in public in this neck of the woods
Shint bet |
Another tip for successful shint bet use is to avoid unknown shint bets whenever
possible. In order to avoid the
potential horrors of a shint bet I’ve never seen before, I usually dehydrate
myself all day long until I know that I will be returning home to my familiar,
semi-clean, at least I know what I’m getting shint bet. Sometimes, however the unknown shint bet is
unavoidable. Once, I was in a very small
town with some Ethiopian friends, and we had stopped for some lunch. In case you don’t know, I’m pretty famous in
some circles for my amazing bladder control, but in this instance it had been
several hours and I just couldn’t hold it any more. I cautiously asked a young girl working at
the restaurant if there was a shint bet.
She led me back into a field where there were four poles sticking out of
the ground with a plastic tarp roof overhead.
In the middle of this contraption were 2 holes in the ground, but no
doors or walls. With my lack of language
skills, I gestured to the little girl to ask which hole I was to use. She pointed to the hole that literally had
the most massive pile of poop just behind the hole where apparently a blind man
had missed his target. After seeing the
horrified look on my face, the girl ventured closer to see for herself and
kindly pushed the giant turd into the hole with a stick. Now that I was free to do my business, I was
so worried that someone was going to wander back to this shint bet without
walls and see the white girl peeing that I rushed the process and ended up
peeing all over my purse which was hanging cross-body. As I walked back to my friends with my
urine-soaked purse, I couldn’t help but laugh at what a disgusting person I had
become.
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