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Yesterday I was at Kaneshie going to get a trotro to Tema. We had to cross a walkway over the main road which is really crowded, and somewhere in the crowd somebody decided to pinch me. Of course I couldnt see who it was of course. Actually, I have gotten used to such things, people reaching out, grabbing my hand or just touching a part of my body when I walk in really crowded places in Ghana. But this time it was a pinch! Anyway, I survived. But its weird. I wonder what a Ghanaian would think if he walked in Norway and some obroni reached out and pinched him... But I guess my body is public property.
Its funny that today I had a conversation with one of my co-workers, where he claimed that white people are racists and if they see a black person they rub the skin to see if its really the colour or dust (a chinese had done that...).

I brought up the pinching incident as a counter argument, while I told him that I'm quite sure not many Norwegians think black skin is black cos its dust on it.

quote of the day

Your love is like a whale in the ocean,
And I am your prey for consumption.

Black hole

It would really interrupt with my plans if the world gets sucked up by a black hole later today or tomorrow cos we are planning to travel to Busua for the weekend and get my legs brown... and I really want to go. Not get sucked up by black hole being the current plan. But plans do change though. Nice knowing you all, if CERN causes the end of the world.

Aouch!

Today we were awaken by Assembly Woman inserting ginger and other herbs into her 4year old's "behind", to the 4year old's great discomfort. She roared, screamed and begged for mercy. Her pleads were met by hard slaps on her naked butt. Which of course led to more screaming.

No A-plus, abokyire..(abroad) we dont dance. For those familiar with that song.

Expectations to life Ghana vs. Norway

Being a spoiled obroni, who have lived in comfort all her life, with always enough money to put more than necessary on the table, good education, good jobs (?) with all my rights taken care of, I guess I am bias saying that some of my co-workers have lower expectations to life than I have.

I asked one how her weekend was.
She said, enthusiastically: it was good!
I said: Oh, what did you do since it was so good?
She said: Nothing. I'm alive. So it was good.

I guess I'm spoiled.

a man of God also needs bed sheets

So the other day i met the bishop of...the methodist church? Anyway. Since I'm now professional hand towel bed sheets sales woman, I meet all kind of interesting people. And since my boss likes to show off her new addition to her shop to important regulars, she called me up the other day: Ama! Bra be kyea Bishop! (come and say hello to bishop).. Bishop?? I know lots of people are called bishop as a name around here, so I wasn't worried. Until a HUGE man stood in front of me, wearing a long white cape with a big cross around his neck. He looked like he came straight out of Da Vinci code/Angels and Demons sort of scenario. And he looked very important. And holy.

And I said yes please and no please and yes sir and no sir in my finest twi, thankful that I was among Ghanaians who might not connect my face turning tomato with me feeling super shy ...

Here she comes!

Fafaly.

Can't wait to meet you again.