It passes between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. most mornings, except when it comes earlier or when we haven’t seen it at all before someone else gives us a ride to school; in those cases, we don’t clearly know what time it passed.
Dorcas, an Ashesi student who I travel with in the mornings, calls the mass transit the “long bus.” (That’s actually a useful re-framing for me because for the first few weeks I referred to it as “my bus.”) I learn an enormous amount from Dorcas, about Ghana, paradigms and faith. She is another among the young Ghanain woman wise beyond their years.
One morning, I puzzled aloud about the erratic-ness of the long bus’s time table. “In Switzerland,” I explain, “the long bus would pass by at precisely the same time every morning.” “And what if no one is on it?” she asks. “That wouldn’t matter. People would know when to expect it. Here, I never know when the bus will come.” She took that in and then patiently explained to me, “it will come when it can – it will leave the station when it is full, and then it will come.”
Now that is a paradigm shift for me.
After a reflective pause she asked, “Why do the Swiss waste so much fuel to send their buses if the bus is not full?”
I am stumped by her question.
Note: A group of students in my Leadership course are doing a project exploring paradigms — I look forward to learning what they learn. Their insights and questions speed up my own “ah-ha’s” compared to if I had to experience them all myself!