- My mom and brother come to join me in Ghana. TOMORROW. I am SO excited!
- I leave my host family tomorrow. I am so NOT excited.
- I stop “living” in Ghana tomorrow and become a tourist.
- While living here in Ghana, I have slowly noticed I am becoming Ghanaian. Note these points:
- I have a tailored dress made from traditional African cloth
- Ghanaians commented to the seamstress as she was making it that they want one- same fabric, same cut
- I have my hair braided, complete with fake hair, the African way
- I stare at Obrunies in amazement when I see them
- The first word that comes to my mind when I see an Obruni is Obruni, not white person
- I can say a few important phrases in Twi
- I know what Twi is, and the correct way to pronounce it (ch-w-ee)
- I ride the tro-tro like I’ve been doing it my whole life
- No, I will not pay 4 Cedi to go from Circle to Accra Ridge in a taxi. (My white skin sometimes deceives drivers into thinking they can cheat me)
- My host mother says to me more and more each day, “You are typical Ghanaian.” and “African Woman!”
- This experience in Ghana has been amazing. I only wish I had more time.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
a few thoughts
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