So, in my Nickely Challenged Etiquette series I told you about 4 Ways to Reach your Destination Allergy Free, well, there is more to that story. As I mastered my way through the air with Ethiopian Airlines without betraying my body, I reached Kenya. In my stay, I enjoyed the differences between different cultures, mannerisms, and aesthetics. In my time there, I needed to put on my Kenyan thinking hat. I couldn’t be outspoken as I always am, I needed to be censored at all times, and for those who know me this is daunting task for me.
So, in Kenya since there are guidelines on how to talk to elders.
If you have been or exposed to third world cultures refusing this food is like spitting in someone’s face.
I am not saying that only third world countries care about reputations but they do depend on it a lot. Sometimes just as much as breathing air.
Anyway, to top it off, my dad wanted me to get off my diet when we were going to cucu (grandmother) for Christmas. Till this day, I have no idea what his rational was. He seemed so upset I was even diagnosed with this allergy in the first place. He even cursed the doctor. I believe he forgot, I was suffering with the allergy even before the diagnoses. I would be so sick all the time and would have rashes covering my whole body that were so painful.It pains me to say that this is a true event and most of my relatives do not even know about my nickel allergy, unless they come here and read about it, and if they know, it is the watered down version. In all, ended up going to my cucu’s (grandmother) without cheating on my diet and even took a picture on the equator. But that day that I had to defend my health in tears will live with me forever. I hope this story resonates with other people suffering with allergies that make it difficult for themselves and their families to handle. In the end, you were made the right way no matter what people think. I sometimes cannot remember not having this allergy, it is a part of me, each and every day.