Friday, August 22, 2008

My village


Today, early in the morning, there was this fresh breeze sweeping through community 2. I could smell the sea. And it smelled like home. Like it smells in my "village". Yes, I have decided that the little village my mom comes from is now MY village, like everyone in Ghana has their village, whether it is where their father or mother comes from. So Ekkerøy is my village, and some beautiful village it is!

The fresh breeze disappeared quite fast after 35 degrees, humidity and millions of Ghanaians entered it...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Busy Internet??

Yeah, busy being sloooow.
nothing is working today. Why...

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Aware so

Sister in law is married off.

Who is next?

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Bad news

I am getting used to seeing horrible images when I watch the news in Ghana. If there are any accidents or murders, the bodies are very often shown. I thought the worst thing I had seen so far was a dead baby found floating in a big gutter at Circle in Accra. But today there was reportage on the frequent car accidents in the country, showing very disturbing pictures of the accident sites and victims. One particular accident had 14 dead, and the bodies lay in a pile on the ground, and you could clearly see their injuries. But the disturbing part is yet to come. The dead were later thrown onto a pick-up truck, like bags of garbage are thrown into the bola car. It looked like a war scene and I got a feeling I was watching images from the genocide in Rwanda. In a country where death is taken very very seriously, and the funerals are lavish and extravagant and a lot of care is put into celebrate the life of the dead person, I found it extremely amazing that dead people can be handled with such carelessness. I accept the fact that the accident happened somewhere where they couldn’t get hold of ambulances or such to transport the dead, but still. You don’t have to throw them.

I just had to get this off my chest, even if its not very pleasant reading. Kafra.

The day I should have taken pictures, but was too shy to do..

On Saturday, me and bf were on our way to the Grand Sales at the Trade Fair Center in Accra. On the way, bf stopped at an electrician who had a little kiosk on the road side to fix his laptop charger. There I saw two great things that would have made nice pictures which I didn’t take. On the cement floor next to the shop, two young boys were playing some kind of intricate game (I thought). They had emptied a trash can and made small squares of paper which they placed all over the floor. It seemed to have a system though. They used the small pieces of paper to shoot a little pebble around on the floor, and they had a really neat technique to make the pebble go far. On each side they had put two stones and in the middle of the two stones, a big paper triangle was standing. I then realized it was the goal keeper and the boys were playing football. It was so cool and ingenious. A woman was opening her shop next to the boys, and while opening the gate of the shop, she walked all over the football field, messing up the boys’ team line up. She didn’t bother to say: can you move your things so I open the door, or simply MOVE!, she just walked over it and kicked it all around. The boys didn’t seem to notice. Fast and efficiently, they put all their players back in position and continued the game, totally ignoring the woman’s destructive footsteps. I just had to think to myself what some Norwegian kids would have said if a grown up came and destroyed their carefully and tediously built up game just like that. They probably would have cried and screamed. Then again, they probably wouldn’t be playing football with paper squares on a little patio of cement squeezed in between two shops along the main road. And the grown up would probably treat the little angels with the uttermost respect and politely asked them to move their things so that the person could pass…

The other cool thing was the electrician’s shop. He has one of those container shops, and his office is a table outside the container, where he was soldering and fixing irons, computers, car speakers, water boilers, fans etc. His container was full to the brim of broken electrical appliances. They were so many, they were coming out of the door. And there he had components he could use again and again. And in 5 minutes he had fixed bf’s laptop charger with some cutting of wires, some soldering and paper tape. It would have cost him 200 dollars in Norway, and he wouldn’t get his old one fixed, he would have to buy a new one. The re-use of things in Ghana never cease to impress me. And I wish I had a great photo of his shop and the boys.

Stealing cars

I’m a bad grown up. Bf (from now on also referred to as Kofi) has put the immoral game, Grand Theft Auto 3 on my pc. For those who don’t know the purpose of this game, it is driving around, stealing peoples cars, running over people, killing or beating up people on contract from pimps called Luigi or Joe. It’s a bit bloody and gory though the graphics on my version is very bad. Anyway, I thought it was funny and have been playing it when I’m bored. On Friday, Kofi’s little cousin was with me, and watched me play. For every person from whom I stole a car, and every person I unscrupulously ran over, she went: “Oh! OooH! Sister Ama, Oh! Heey, blood!” im sure this game has an age limit
in Norway and im sure its not 9, which is the age of the small girl. Anyway, in a while she begged to have a go at it, and she soon became a vicious road maniac, stealing cars and running people over without remorse. I have created a monster! I made bf tell her in PROPER twi that it is WRONG to steal cars and run over people like that. Im sure she learned a lesson.

She was getting quite good at it….

Friday, August 8, 2008

Ghana favorites

No particular order...

1. Kelewele (red plantain fried with ginger, pepper and salt (and garlic if I make it..))


2. Kebab (grilled meat on a stick with lots and lots of red pepper)


3. Fufu with groundnut or light soup (made by sisters in law)



4. FanIce ( so nice...)