Things I’m gonna miss…
So Emily, Kim, Matthew and I were chillin’ at Baobab yesterday around lunchtime, listing the things we’d be most likely to miss once we actually got back to civilisation… I thought I ought to jot it all down in one place, just for the hell of it, so here it goes:
WHAT I’M MOST GOING TO MISS
Ø The people;
Ø The old ladies always sitting at the same spot in Kwaprow – “ayuko?” “yayei”;
Ø The Kwaprow kids running up to you and hugging you like there’s no tomorrow;
Ø The “obruni how are you I’m fine thank you and you I’m also fine” kid chant;
Ø Colourful fabric eveeeeryyyyyywheerreeee;
Ø The Ghanaian handshakes (coz now I can finally click my fingers!);
Ø Fried plantain;
Ø (Stupidly spicy) jolloff;
Ø Fati’s aubergine bake;
Ø Sausage on a stick;
Ø The rokis from the nice lady at Science;
Ø Janet’s Corner egg sandwiches;
Ø Pretty much everything made at Baobab;
Ø Water sachets (surprisingly!);
Ø Fanice and fanchoco!;
Ø ‘I love my life’, ‘Strong black man’, ‘The thing’, ‘Sasheewo’ and ‘Takka wakka’;
Ø Vodafone bonus points;
Ø Joy TV;
Ø Gas-stations-turned-spots / bars;
Ø Being called ‘Araba’;
Ø “Ahaaaaam”;
Ø Tro-tros… (I really do love them);
Ø Sharing taxis with nice fat old ladies;
Ø Chilling with elephants / monkeys / baboons;
Ø Swimming in waterfalls;
Ø Stealing the covers/pillows from Kim and Quen;
Ø The village drunk;
Ø Kim’s “out and about”;
Ø Jenny’s “I gotta get my act together”;
Ø Jenny’s overall life drama;
Ø Quen’s “I see what you did thereee”;
Ø Famous’ handshakes;
Ø Francis’ dance moves when under the influence;
Ø The seamstress;
Ø Private-island chillin’:);
Ø Bag shopping;
Ø Star with sprite;
Ø Abundant quantities of Smirnoff Ice;
Ø Kim, Jenny, Emily, Matthew, Keisha, Lauren, Meghan, Francis, Regi, Quen, Alex, Tim, Fati, Simon and all the other lovely people I met.
THINGS I’M DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO MISS
Ø FRIED FREAKIN FISH EVERYWHERE;
Ø Malaria scares;
Ø Other types of scares;
Ø Being on car accidents;
Ø Being a local celebrity;
Ø Getting ‘obrunied’ by taxi drivers;
Ø Getting obrunied by pretty much everyone;
Ø Cipro;
Ø The ‘making of’ of Coach Carter (thank you Joy TV);
Ø 50 pesewa rice with fish in leaking plastic bags;
Ø Tro-tro rides where it starts to rain inside;
Ø Canned hummous;
Ø The Daily Graphic;
Ø The lack of chocolate – any type of chocolate;
Ø The lack of cheese;
Ø Nescafé ‘coffee’;
Ø Storming through religious celebrations on the back of motorbikes / taxis;
Ø The art market near the Accra Mall;
Ø Wearing a safety pin instead of a piercing;
Ø The Kwaprow Information Centre waking me up every morning at 5am;
Ø Awful hair;
Ø Goat poo - everywhere;
Ø Having a flood river in front of my house;
Ø The seamstress telling me I’ve gained weight;
Ø The all-too-frequent marriage proposals.
Done.
<3
Jo.
