Kuwaitishness is

I read this poem

Britishness is never learning any foreign tongue
Britishness is showing others how things should be done
Britishness is packing children off to boarding schools
Britishness is playing fair and sticking by the rules
Britishness is letting other people have their say
Britishness is silly hats on Ascot Ladies Day
Britishness is breakfasting on marmalade and toast
Britishness is caravans and weekends by the coast
Britishness is bowler hats and brollies rolled up tight
Britishness is holidaying on the Isle of Wight
Britishness is standing in interminable queues
Britishness is Harris Tweed and sensible brogue shoes
Britishness is feeding bread to ducks on village ponds
Britishness is Sunday tea of potted meat and scones


© Mike Lewis, 2004, All Rights Reserved.

This inspired me to write this pseudo-poem about being Kuwaiti.

Kuwaitishness is a trip to the coop with your driver waiting outside in the car, one maid to hold the kids and one maid to push the trolley.
Kuwaitishness is doing all your work from your mobile.
Kuwaitishness is riding Kuwait Airways like it was your private jet and rightly so.
Kuwaitishness is driving your car and half the time looking out of the side window.
Kuwaitishness is considering speed limits as only driving guidelines.
Kuwaitishness is knowing someone who knows someone in the traffic department to cancel any traffic tickets.
Kuwaitishness is kefee.
Kuwaitishness is being tough and hard on the outside and sensitive and soft in the inside.
Kuwaitishness is knowing everyone in Kuwait and everyone knowing you.
Kuwaitishness is going to any remote desolate region in the world and finding Kuwaitis there.
Kuwaitishness is traveling any major capital in the world and finding old friends you did not see for ages there by coincidence.
Kuwaitishness is the chalet in summer and the kashta (desert camp) in winter.
Kuwaitishness is knowing someone higher up that lets you skip any long queue.