Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I'm Sorry, You Said What

Recently, I was turned on to Awkward Black Girl. Its amazing how I missed this whole ABG revolution, but I guess you can't keep you with every trend from the other side of the ocean. So since then, I have watched all the episodes including the finale. Thumbs up to a sista finally getting to date a white boy on a mainstream! May this be the start of bitter brothers around the world, trying to figure out why they aren't good enough for black women. If you ask me, its time to balance the scales. So with that being said, let me shout out all my Zebra couples. LOL

I have also realized that ABG and Ghana have something in common, the Whisper dude. When I first came to Ghana I realized that many people spoke at inaudible tones, and unfortunate, for me, lip reading was never offered as an extra curricular course. I can't quite figure out why a grown man or woman talks to you like they are a three year old. The only thing I ever hear is,  "Madame......the rest is typically filled with breaths of air that I am supposed to interpret and string into a sentence. I just don't get it. I have learned sometimes half my conversations with people consist of, "I'm sorry, can you say that again, " or "What did you say?"

What is even more amazing is how other Ghanaians can pick up the whisper tones. It's like they have super sonic ears made especially for the whisperer.  My boyfriend often acts like he is embarrassed when I ask someone to repeat themselves or speak up. He always puts his hand on my arm and then promptly answers the guy or girl. Hell, its not my fault that I don't have the ears of super- hearing Ghanaian.

The funny thing is, is that my lack of whisper interpretation skills probably makes me look over aggressive. I have noticed that more quiet someone is the louder I get. I guess its an inverse reaction, I am displaying what I want them to do versus just telling them. After all, we Americans can be over agressive and I am proving that every day.

Until Next Time. Smooches.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Praise and Party Service

In Ghana, almost everyone goes to church. I attribute this to not only colonialism, but also to the fact that poor and downtrodden people always seem to have a greater dedication to God than those who have. Not to say that those who are middle and upper class don't love the Lord, because I am sure they do. They just don't mind frequently sleeping in on Sundays or missing church for exotic travel or business.

So I was not surprised that almost everyone I knew in Ghana decided to go to church for New Year's Eve. Even I jumped on the holy bandwagon. Unfortunately though, I had some champagne around 7 and I ended up sleeping until 11:30. But Lord knows I had good intentions and that is what counts, at least in my mind. Plus, for the first time ever, I rang in the New Year at home, and that deserves bonus points in the Book of Heaven. 

Now since I had scored my extra Jesus points, I was content  letting the evening run by sipping a glass of wine and watching some TV before I dozed off again, but then my phone rang at 12:10 am. It was my friend saying she was on her way into the city and that we should go out. At first I was hesitant. Wait, let me  maintain my Jesus points and stop lying. We all know me, and we know I love a good party. So, I hurriedly threw on my sophisticated freak-um dress and hit the town.

Now I was sure the party would be winding down; it was nearly 1:00 am when we made it to Osu. After all, in the States, the true party is before midnight. After midnight is strictly reserved for the true drunkards, who still have five more hours of drinking left in them. But here in Ghana, the party doesn't start until after church has released its crowd and they have gone home to change into club attire. That's right the same people that spent their night praising have now turned into club hoppers. I mean, who would let this occasion pass without a drink? Definitely not Ghanainas, but in our moment of judgement let us be reminded, that even Jesus drank wine.

So as I stumbled into the house at 5:30 am I laughed to myself about the pain some would be feeling as they gathered themselves for church the next morning and said a little prayer, "Dear God, thank you for letting me have the comfort of sleeping in tomorrow. Amen"

Until Next Time. Smooches.