Things have been all serious in here for a while, which is good. We think a little, we laugh a little, not so?
Ah, so i've been itching to write a blog post on growing up in Ghana for months! And not just what it's like to be a kid in Ghana but one unavoidable aspect of childhood in these parts.
How to say this in english?
Adults sending you left, and right to run errands.
It wasn't easy.
See the errands that filled my childhood:)
2. Burning Rubbish
Only in Ghana is burning rubbish a child's job. Before the days of door-to-door waste collection, we used the land opposite our house as a rubbish dump and I had a weekly ritual of heaping all our rubbish into a pile, pouring some kerosene on it and lighting a big flame. Then I'd stand there and watch it burn, inhaling all the smoke. In writing this blog post, I discussed this point about burning rubbish with a friend and he said mine was nothing and then he told me his horror story. He says his friends had come to visit him and he was sitting on their porch talking, and generally trying to be all cool. Next thing he knows his mother is shouting from inside the house...Kwame! kwaaame! Kaawoho kɔhye toilet papers no (hurry and burn the toilet papers) Can u imagine!!? He said, the whole place became diin (tr: quiet). hehe. I would have died of embarassment. It's in times like these that the earth is supposed to open up and swallow you. lol.
6. Going to Deliver a Message