Accra = different

It's now later Wednesday afternoon. Here's yesterday's post: It’s Tuesday night and I don’t have anything about today to tell apart from that Martin told me that he saw a man carrying a stand-up freezer/fridge on his head. Also, there is a Aids show on TV and Steven Seagal is on it advocating. Or should I say “Ninii Steven Seagal”. Shouldn’t he be fighting terrorists or evil oil companies? He looks pretty fat. I want to say a bit more about Accra.

It felt very foreign because of its modernity. I think I’m changing a bit. The next bit might sound a bit self-righteous or lame, so sorry! When I went to the Wharton thing, I put on my watch for the first time since I got here. It felt strange—it looked so conspicuous and I took it off. At Nana Aba’s house, there was running water from the central system, which I haven’t experienced since I’ve been here. At first, I would turn off the shower while I was soaping, simply out of habit. Finally, being at the Canadian sports bar was so weird. I think I felt guilty about bringing Ghanaian friends there, because it was all foreigners. I really didn’t feel comfortable there. The modernity of Accra made it feel like another country. When I get home, Canada will feel like another world. I don’t really know what to make of all this. I’ve realized that I’m in for a serious culture shock when I get home! Maybe I’m turning Ghanaian. I think that if I was living in Accra instead of here, my life would be a bit more lively and Western. That wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing and I’m sure that I would still be having an African experience there. But I’m happy that I’m in Kumasi, despite its lack of amenities. I think I’ll try to get to Accra once every month or so though because it is lots of fun.

Alright, that’s all for now. Wait, one more thing. In Accra, I saw a black woman with a southern accent, which for some reason seemed very strange. I guess seeing anyone with a southern accent in Ghana is unexpected, but when they aren’t white, it’s weirder.