Saturday, November 21, 2009

I write these blogposts, I jsut forget to post them!!

Here's a blog post I wrote about 2 months ago loL

Everyday my class starts off with my academic director asking us about “Life in this Ghana,” and today, I’m happy to say I’m having a stellar day. Last night, I was eating dinner with my homestay family in Kumasi and the two-and a half year old was being naughty. His mom, my homestay sis, told him that she would smack him if he didn’t behave and he stood up on his chair and yelled back in Twi that he would smack her right back if she did. I think I was the most amused by the situation… my host sister wasn’t really. lol
Twi is one of the local language spoken by most Ghanians. I’ve learned how to introduce myself, barter, and a few children’s songs. Bartering is important here especially when you’re clearly a foreigner. Taxi drivers are the worst. The first days I was in accra, I paid five cedis (about $3.50) for a cab ride that should have be 50 pesaws (30 cents). But I gotta give the taxi drivers props. They are the most skilled drivers I have ever seen. If the car is 50 inches wide, they’ll fit through a path that is 50 inches wide. When I was on the way home from the world cup game, the cab driver made his own lane and squeezed between two cars by rolling in his rear view mirrors. Ghanians give a new meaning to ‘compact cars.’ When I first started taking taxis and tro tros here, I would always grab nervously for the seatbelt only to find that there was none. The one time I found a seatbelt, I got really excited for nothing. I reached my hand down and realized that the buckle was missing. But it’s okay though because I have more faith in the Ghanian drivers now.
I have several names in this country. My Ghanian name is Ama since I’m a Saturday born, and to random passerbyers on the street I’m either “Obruni,” which means Westerner or White person or “China.” People rarely call me by my given name except in class. Aside from nicknames, people have the most hilarious pick-up lines here. One of my friends got proposed to and when she asked why, he said he liked her skin color. Oh and I can’t forget, “You have beautiful eyeballs.”

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