Tuesday, July 12, 2011

I'm Addicted to Being An Expat

In the past seven weeks, I have eaten more hamburgers, Chinese food and chips, aka french fries, than I ever did in the States. You see, in the States, I enjoyed living a "balanced" and "healthy" lifestyle that included going to the gym regularly and eating my fruits and vegetables. For some reason though here in Africa, despite the abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as, gyms and other exercise options, I have literally fallen off the track.

I have realized now that my addiction to being an expatriate has turned my diet into some sort of smorgasbord of grease and fried bread and potatoes. You see, I have noticed I gravitate towards places that serve familiar food choices. You know, "American style cuisine", which unfortunately, includes nothing but junk food. Of course, they do have salad options, however, for the record, I really am not in fancy smanchy salads with ingredients mixed in an unfamiliar way. It's just not how I roll. This is probably also why almost everywhere I go someone is asking a question or making the statement about, why Americans are so fat. After looking at my diet for the past few weeks, I understand why.

So I have decided from here on out I will live like a local. It means eating the GHC 2 waakye ( a dish made of black-eyed peas, fried fish and sometimes spaghetti noodles and egg) versus the GHC 20 hamburger. That means, leaving the comfort of my taxi and dealing with the unfamiliar smells that will confront me on the trotro.  Yes, I will miss the familiarity of these things, but who moves to a country and refuses to live like a local. The expats, that's who. They know their experience is short-lived here so they soak up all the luxuries the country has to offer, not to mention, someone else, probably you, is footing the life of an expat. I, on the other hand, have no intention of leaving nor, unfortunate for me, is anyone else footing the bill. So I guess, I should go ahead and adapt to the lifestyle of Ghanaians. Plus, I have got to save up a money for a car and a 5 peswas ride (about 3 cents) is better than a GHC 5 (about $3.50 per ride). Besides, it will give me more material for my blog.

Until Next Time. Smooches.

Replace the smiling white faces, with sweaty black faces, crammed five to a seat, and you have a tro-tro, Ladies and Gents


  1. They are called maxi taxis in Trinidad. Crazy fun. Not!!

  2. I love this blog. Ms. Lady!!! i try to come every two weeks to catch up on your new material and I always get a good laugh. - C. Lundy

  3. HI Cordie,
    I was reading the Baltimore City Times and I saw your write up about "Gone to Ghana: An adventure Series." I admire your adventurious nature-people who go after their dreams. You have a very interesting web page.