Friday, February 3, 2012

A little more about Ghana...


There are so many things that I need to get use to while I’m here… We went to the Madina Market again yesterday. This time it was just Kelly, Emma, Avery, and me. Four white girls and we made it. Did the TroTro thing all by ourselves. I felt rather accomplished when I got done. But Madina Market is very overwhelming, tons and tons of people. There is so much to see, and hear, and smell. There is a lot going on. People hissing at you to get your attention or saying, “Bruni, Bruni” which means white person in their local language. They also break that personal bubble we make as Americans. They are tapping your shoulder, reaching and grabbing for your arm. It really is overwhelming, especially for a girl who grew up in little old Tomah, Wisconsin and this is her first time out of the states. But I’m doing it, and getting more use to it every day.

I know the Bruni thing seems to bother some people, but I’m okay with it. Maybe it is because one of the first days I was here a little girl came up to me with a big smile on her face and her hand waving in the air for a high five screaming “Bruni, Bruni!!”

It is really amazing how nice Ghanaians are. They really are welcoming, and as long as you are nice to them they are extremely friendly and helpful. Whenever you asked for help, you get it. And if you try to speak in Twi, the local language, they get even more friendly and smiley. It does make me nervous though, because you need to be careful. There is a bad apple on every tree, and you can’t trust everyone. They have told us about these people, they call them professional friends, who hang out by the international hostels that we live in trying to make friends with foreigners in order to get invited into their dorm room and steal their things. Theft is not prohibited it Ghana. It is surprising how open the markets are, it would be very easy to steal something from a stand, but it doesn’t happen. If someone were to try to steal something they would be chased down and beaten by locals. Ghana is a somewhat self governed, in that sense. I was also told sometimes thieves will run to the police station to be arrested to be saved from a beating. I have not witnessed any of this; it’s just what I have been told. I remember one of our student guides talking about how when a thief steals they shouldn’t just have their hand cut off; they should be killed. And as far as I could tell she seemed very compassionate about that. I’ve also been told if someone is making me feel uncomfortable I just need to make some noise and people will be there to help. I really do feel safe here, just not safe enough to do something stupid.

I want to tell you a little about Ghanaian culture, because it is so interesting. First off, the hissing I talked about earlier is very normal. Everyone hisses at each other to get their attention. So instead of a “Hey!” that you hear in the states, you here “SSSSSS”. Another thing is that it is apparently extremely rude is to use your right hand. For example, when I raise my hand in class I’ve been advised to use my right hand, or I will most likely not be called on. It has something to do with the way tribal robes were worn. Cloth was always draped over the left hand, leaving the right free. When you use gestures while speaking, it is more polite to only use your right hand. Another thing that gets me is how quiet Ghanaians are! They talk in very soft voices. I always have to lean in to listen and ask “What?” about three times. Usually the volume and their accent play a factor in how hard it is to understand them. I need to work on my volume, because I’m kind of loud for an American, so I’m really loud for a Ghanaian. I also talk too fast. Ghanaians only talk loud and fast when they are mad. I need to be careful not to give the wrong impression, so I just smile a lot.


It’s the little things that keep surprising me. I saw a woman driving a ford f-150 the other day, and thought to myself, I’m not that far from home. Oh and Obama is like God here… I’ve even seen a hotel named after him; Obama Hotel.

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