What I don’t miss about Ghana

What do I NOT miss about Ghana?!

As much as I miss Ghana (it is a lot), there are many things that I truly do NOT miss about living in West Africa. Lots of things in life are bittersweet, but for now let’s take a look at the bitterness that I’m quite content to have left behind.

The weather: True, it has been a “rough” summer (according to most), and the weather in the Midwest has been pretty HOT and HUMID. But, it still is more pleasant than it was in Ghana. Even the days when the weather is comparable, people aren’t outside NEARLY as much (around me at least) as they are in Ghana. People complain about how hot it is, when the only time they have to go outside is the 30 seconds spent in their car before the air-conditioning works, then the 2 minute walk in the parking lot from their car to their destination (which is most likely air conditioned). I’ve noticed my body can handle warmer temperature than most people, and that I get cold easier. It also gets cooler at night in the Midwest, so it’s much more tolerable at night. It’ll be 95 degrees here and I’ll go on a run at 4 pm and my friends will think I’m crazy. They’re right.

Slow Restaurant Service: I’m still shocked every time I go out to eat when my food arrives so quickly. It makes me so excited I feel like I end up eating more!

 

Mosquitoes with Malaria: Mosquitoes in Minnesota and Wisconsin don’t have malaria! THEY CAN BITE ME ALL THEY WANT! They’re not as sneaky anyways. It’s nice not having to sleep with a mosquito net, too.

No Air conditioning: That’s just something I’ll always appreciate. It’s so beautiful. It feels good. It sounds pleasant. It keeps mosquitoes away. It keeps me cool. And, best of all, it’s almost everywhere: restaurants, gas stations, grocery stores, airports, libraries, coffee shops, trains, busses, bus stations, malls, movie theaters. They all have air conditioning (for the most part). What a great invention!

Being responsible to provide your own soap/toilet paper: I’m almost over this luxury, but the first time I got off the plane, I went to the bathroom. After I finished my business, I drank the tap water, pocketed some free toilet paper, and washed my hands with WAY too much soap. It was quite epic.

Sunlight from 6am-6pm: It’s great having sunlight until 9-10 pm. In Ghana, it was basically pitch black by 6 pm. I think it’s rainy season now, so it might even get darker sooner, but it’s nice to be able to do stuff outdoors as the sun is setting. I’ve gone on a few bike rides and jogs at 7 or 8 pm, or even later (after the sun set). It’s nice and cool, still light out, and the streets are nice and paved. Also, I don’t have to worry about…

Obruni Traps: The open gutters in Ghana are often referred to “Obruni Traps”. I don’t miss walking around and worrying about slipping and falling into one. I do miss watching my fellow obruni’s fall into them or hearing stories about their accidents. Just kidding! (Kinda)

Hand Washing my laundry: Don’t get me wrong! Hand washing your clothes can be good exercise, a good way to catch a tan and do something outdoors, and a great way to bond one on one with your clothes and feel accomplished. However, having someone do your laundry (love ya MOM AND DAD!) is much easier, and having a machine do the washing is easier, too. I’ve hand washed a few times since being back, but has been nice having a machine do most of the work. I’ll admit it, though. It does hurt me a bit deep down knowing that I was just learning how be good/decent job at hand washing my clothes, and then it was time to leave. But, when I recall how BAD I was the first few times, it’s nice to know I don’t have to be embarrassed anymore.

Aside from that, there’s not much I can say. Even if I complain about the things that I had a hard time with while I was in Ghana, the positives CLEARLY outweigh the negatives.

Despite the list above, I would GLADLY go through all of it if it meant I could wake up, sweaty, in a room with no air-conditioning at 7 am covered in bug spray from the night before. Then, go to the bathroom with soap and toilet paper in my bucket. Then, take a seat outside and attempt to hand wash my filthy clothes. Then, avoid the open gutters during my walk to a restaurant where I’ll order and not know how long I’ll have to wait for my food. All of this would be worth it to me, just to speak Twi, eat a big bowl of fufu and meat for $2, and dance azonto as the locals smile and laugh at me.

Oh, Ghana, how I miss you so!

Love Always,

Jeremy Kwabena

P.S.

Stay tuned for: “Things I do NOT NOT miss about Ghana”

So…….

picking up where I left off….we just left a crazy festival with spectacular drumming and dancing. Here’s an AMAZING video to refresh your memories:

 

We took a taxi to go back to the cape castle restaurant. About 2 minutes after getting out of the taxi, my friend, Ryna, realized his wallet was missing! We looked everywhere, asked everyone that was in sight, but still couldn’t figure out where it was.

 

We asked everyone in site; still no solution. Our friends, Wonderboy and Ben seemed to point the finger at some guy who had a bad record and was known as a thief. We debated going to the police, but Wonderboy said the police could only help us if we told them who stole the wallet (we didn’t know), and if we gave them a gift. Then, they would go and try to retrieve it.

 

Wonderboy confronted the boy and accused him of stealing Ryan’s wallet, though he denied it. They went back and fourth yelling at each other in their tribal language. Ryan explained to this boy (in English) that he was not accusing him, but I think Wonderboy was putting words in his mouth. Wonderboy suggested that we go to the Voodoo man with the boy and ask the Voodoo doctor if the boy was lying or not. If we did that, the Voodoo man could solve all problems. But, we would have to pay him a gift to achieve such result. We didn’t think that was necessary.

 

After 5-10 minutes of progressive arguments, the boy walked across the street to what appeared to be his friends/family for their help. Next thing you know, Wonderboy is yelling and screaming at 5-10 Ghanaians. We had NO idea what was going on and what they were saying. Have you ever been a bystander of a huge altercation taking place in a different language, but their arguing ABOUT YOU!? We were so lost, but we could tell it was getting intense.

 

Ryan kept explaining that he wasn’t accusing anyone. Everything hit the fan when the boy grabbed a full bottle of soda, held it up, and started screaming. He opened it and started dumping out the liquid as he roared. We assumed he was casting some spell of some sort, but who knows? He then, shattered the bottle on the ground and continued to yell.

 

At this point we were pretty shocked and freaked out, so we decided to cut our losses and move on. Wonderboy apologized to us and said he swore that he knew the boy was a lying thief, but we all wanted to drop it. We scurried across the street and grabbed a taxi and made our to the Elmina Slave Castle.

 

We asked Wonderboy what a good price was, and he negotiated with the driver in their tribal language. The price seemed to be a little high, but we didn’t know how far it was from where we were. He charged us about $6 USD, which was WAY TOO MUCH. I knew we got ripped off when I saw the taxi driver give Wonderboy a cedi. “EVERYDAY I’M HUSTLIN!” It was hurtful to know that Wonderboy had scammed us on a cedi, especially since he had been so helpful and nice during our stay there.

 

That was always an issue when meeting awesome while traveling people in Ghana. They want to be your friends and love to show you around, but they find ways to make money off you, or make you pay for their food/transportation. Sometimes it was straightforward, i.e. “Can you please give me some small money so I can take a taxi home”. Other times it was subtle.

 

We got to the castle and joined a tour with some other foreigners. We had already been to the Cape Coast Slave castle a few months before, but the tour of this castle was known to be a different experience….

A sad one in that, so stay tuned for the next post. I’ll warn you, it might be a bit gruesome.

 

All love always,

 

Jeremy Kwabena

The ADVENTURE, continued….

(continued)…

When we got to our hotel, it started to POUR! We waited for it to settle down, but it didn’t. So, we headed to the Cape Coast Restaurant to get wet and to meet Tom’s friend. When we got there, we learned the drum rehearsal was cancelled due to the rain. Then, to our surprise, Tom found out the guy he was going to meet there was already in the states!

Tom had persuaded us to come with him to Cape Coast for the sole purpose of meeting this guy, and he wasn’t even there! We felt angry, stupid, and sad. We decided to go back to the hotel, grab our things and head back to Accra before it got too late. We had traveled ALL THIS WAY, 5 or so hours, to see someone who was in the United States. What a waste!

FOOLED YA! That’s what might have happened if we were close-minded turd heads who can’t deal with a little inconvenience. I didn’t go to Ghana to do activity A by myself and then go home. I came to Ghana to try to do activity A, and along the way do activity B, C person D, buy item E, get in a fight with person F (and be like what the F?!) , and eat dinner with person G’s grandma.

I recently got into a verbal argument with my friend who told me that an Apple was the best fruit because “A is for Apple”. I agree that Apple is the best fruit (it does keep the doctor away), but I told him that A is really for Adventure.

Feeling adventurous, we walked along the . We wanted to swim, but it was still raining a little and getting dark.

At the restaurant, we met an old man who has clearly been taking drugs for well over 25 years. He told us he wanted to have a chat with us, and began lecturing us on a world history lesson that seemed to make little sense. He said he likes Cape Coast because they have a great library. (DO THEY?!) He also said Jimmy Hendrix use to go to Morocco because they have the best Heroine there. It was hard to follow ANYTHING he was saying, but his Australian accent made it kinda funny to listen to.

We made a   at the restaurant. Some Rastas named Wonder Boy and Ben! We were warned to be careful of Rastas because they: ‘lie, steal, and smoke weed.’ These guys seemed to be nice guys though. One claimed to be the best dancer in all of Cape Coast. Another was deaf. Luckily, our renaissance-man friend Tom SPEAKS sign language and was signing with.

We got a few beers to lighten the mood, and asked our friends where we could go and get some good food. On the way there, they took us to their friend’s shop, where they tried to get us to buy his things. My friend Ryan and I are negotiating with a 60+ year old Rasta man for these hats, and next thing you know he breaks out into singing a Reggae hook, Tom starts beat boxing, and I start free styling. At one point I was rapping to the old man about the hats that we wanted to buy:

“please you must reduce the price, these hats are cool but they’re not very nice, don’t try to rip us off just because we are white”. I don’t remember many of the lines but he responded with….“Brudda please give me money to support da yout (youth), cos I need to make some money to support da yout”. It was hilarious. We settled on a price and bought the two hats. Then, he supported his youth!

On the way to dinner, Tereza called me and asked where we were.

“Mennim, y3b3 didi, I don’t know, we are going to eat”.

“Where are you going to eat?”

“Um….mennim. Wop3 se wob3ba? I don’t know. Do you want to come?”

“Yes. Where are you?”

“I don’t know.”

On the way to dinner, we continued our musical performance as we walked down the street with my friend Tom beat boxing, I was rapping, and then our friend Wonder Boy whipped out a flute from his backpack and was jamming. Everyone we walked past stared at us like we were the walking circus.

With the help of Wonder Boy and Ken, we got some banku and Tilapia for dinner at a street grill right neat Wonder Boy’s house. We ate in Wonder Boy’s kitchen, which was a pitch-black room probably 4 wide and 4 feet long with just a sliver of light coming in from outside streetlights. Wonder Boy ordered enough food for all 5 of us, even though the three obrunis were the ones who paid. I’ve never eaten in the dark like that….and with my hands! It was a challenge to pick through the tilapia with our hands and try ti pluck out the meat in the dark. Wonder Boy introduced us to his little brother and told us that if we gave him money he would go out and buy us what ever we wanted. He did just that. He was like their little delivery boy. It was pretty funny. He got us water whenever we asked. He didn’t seem to mind at all. He actually acted as if he was glad to be out delivery boy.

Tereza, my gf of the day, met up with us during dinner, though she refused to eat and didn’t really talk much either. She probably thought we were all crazy. Why wouldn’t she? We appeared to be in Cape Coast for no reason with no plan, we were dancing in the middle of the street, , rapping, talking to random strangers in Twi, and had been following around two random strangers we had just met a few hours ago. And, I had met her the day before on the back of a bus and asked to hold her hand because I was scared of a movie! I guess we are crazy. Yet, somehow, in Ghana, as a foreigner…all of those things seemed pretty normal to us.

We walked to a local bar and danced our pants off. Yet, Tereza was practically silent the whole time and wouldn’t even dance with us. Wonder Boy showcased his talents (he did say he was the best dancer in all of Cape Coast), and taught us a few moves. Tereza had a friend , and she happened to be Wonder Boy’s ex-girlfriend (funny coincidence).

When we were sitting at our table, Tereza scolded me, “You haven’t offered to buy my friend a drink yet! You are being rude!” I was pretty thrown off. She was speaking her mind at least. I didn’t realize it was my responsibility to buy her friend a drink (who I didn’t even invite), but I did anyway (I’m a pushover). Her friend didn’t really talk to us or dance either. After trying to get Tereza to dance like 10 times, she said she had to go give her mom something but that she would come right back. She demanded that I would give her money for her cab. This could have been because she is poor and has no money. It could have been because she sees that I am white and assumed I am rich. Or, it could be because I was  her boyfriend so she thought it was my job to pay for everything. Or, it could be a combination of those. Or, I could be completely wrong!

Anyway, I did pay for her cab, since she’d be meeting up with us later that night. I offered to go along with her so she didn’t have to take the cab by herself. I said, “I should come with you? It is not safe for you to go alone”. Her response caught me off guard. “If you come it will not be safe for you. My father is home!”

That being said, she left and even promised me she would be back with us shortly. We walked to the next bar, which was on the beach. Unfortunately, when we got there, it was closed. We learned that the bar closes when it rains. We chilled on the beach for a little, and then headed back to our hotel. I called Tereza over 10 times, and I couldn’t get through to her. Not all real life love stories have happy endings…. :-(

The three of us slept side by side in a king side bed, content with our days’ journey. We were all surprised Tereza would just ditch me like that. I wasn’t, though. We made plans to meet up with Wonder Boy and Ben the following day, though we had NO IDEA what we were going to get into…

<<<The adventure continues….Don’t leave your computer screens!>>>

ONE LOVE!!

Jeremy Kwabena Ginsburg

Things I wish I had the Balls to do in Ghana

Here in Ghana, I get a lot of stares because I am white. I also get a lot of stares because I do things that most Ghanaians do not. Because people often stare at me, sometimes it is difficult to do things out in public that might not be deemed as “normal”. Here’s a list of things I wish I had the courage/confidence to do here. (Some of them I have done…try to guess!)
  • Tie a baby to my back and walk around the market
  • convince my roommate I’m “a gay”
  • buy food and then invite the people in line behind me to my meal
  • stand up and start azontoing in the middle of my final exam
  • pay a taxi driver to let me drive….and then crash on purpose
  • pay someone at the market to carry my groceries and things on her head in a basket and then pretend that she is chasing after me and try to run away
  • sit down on the ground in the middle of a crowded area and eat a meal
  • invite people to my nearly finished sachet water
  • agree to marry someone and actually follow through with it
  • skip down the street while singing out loud “OBRUNI OBRUNI OBRUNI OBRUNI OBRUNI ORBUNI!”
  • chase after stray chickens, dogs, and goats with a machete
  • talk with a lisp and pretend to be a gay O”bruno”bruni
  • approach a random Ghanaian and pretend like he is a long lost friend that I haven’t seen in a long time and when he extends his hand for a handshake start azontoing
  • invite my taxi driver or trotro mate to my beer
  • smear chocolate on my hands and then run down the street trying to high five everyone with my left hand
  • wear two different shoes out and and about and try to convince people who tell me otherwise that they match
  • take a poop in public
  • go to a chop bar restaurant with out a shirt on
  • attempt to carry a bible on my head
  • wave down taxis just so they stop and then cross the street
  • buy sugar cane sticks and then fight in public and pretend they are light-sabers
  • pay a hawker to let me hawk her items for the day
  • buy 24 bags of plantain chips from a window in a trotro and then try to sell them to the other passengers inside
  • pretend to be blind and then start azontoing with my cane
  • blog about inappropriate topics knowing even my Grandma will read it

Love,

Jeremy “The One Who Goes To Africa” Kwabena Ginsburg

oh! ah! um.hmm, eiii! GHANA!

So I promised myself I’d do at least one blog post under the influence…so here it goes!

okay sorry I had to delete the rest cause it didn’t make much sense and most of it would be to hard to understand because I was trying to type in Pidgin and Twi.

Instead, here are some situations that have happened in the past week, day, month, or year, in……… Ghana:

So, I’m in the middle of writing my final exam, which is 3 HOURs long. I stop to take a break, stretch my eyes and look around the room. I look outside the opened door and notice two security guards wacking a mango tree with a large bamboo stick with their backs turned towards the security check point. mmmmmmmm Ghana!

As I was walking, I passed by a man waering a T shirt that read “I am nothing with out God”. He noticed me as I was reading his shirt and then he waved to me, smiled, and said “hello!”. hiiiiiii…. Ghana!

I’m in line at the store to buy a pastry and the cashier says, “please, give me two cedis”. There are like 3 people in front of me but she demands me to give her two cedis before it is even my turn to buy my food. I give her the two cedis so she can make change for the person in line before me. Then, when I get up, I buy my 50 pesua (cent) donut and ask for my change of 1.50. “I’m coming”, she says. But, she just goes on with her business and rings up the next patron in line. I ask again, “sista? mepaakyew mame (please give me) one five”. She gave me 50 pesuas and again she repeated herself, “I’m coming”. 5 minutes later she is still “coming”, so I decide to grab two bottles of water for the 1 cedi credit that I was owed. la la la la la la la…. Ghana!

The power was out and I was so hot that I couldn’t sleep (even though I was naked). I was sweating so bad. Itching nonstop. Reverting back to my first few nights sleeping in Ghana, I go to the bathroom to bath and cool off so I can fall asleep. Then, I get to the bathroom, undress myself, and notice that there’s no running water! Gotta go fetch some water from a bucket and take a bucket bath :-) Grrrrrrreat eiiiii Ghana!

The next morning, I get up to go defecate (it’s an efficient alarm clock) and I get to the bathroom with soap and toilet paper (always have to come prepared). After I finish my business I notice that the water is not running and the toilet won’t flush. eeeeeeeeeeeeeew  #ghana

I’m driving in a taxi and we come to a 4 way traffic light but the lights are off because the power is out. Instead there are 6-8 men with tree branches that have leaves on the end directing traffic and pointing at cars where to go. No whistles, no lights, no bright orange shirts. no problem! ooooo Ghana!

So I was buying fruit at the local market walking distance from my dorm. There are a few kids that work there that don’t go to school. I don’t want to go into detail about child labor in Africa, but…. yada yada yada……everytime I buy fruit from this little girl named Rita, I always remind her that she promised me she would go to school next year (she’s 11 I think). Rita is one of the most popular vendors at the night market, and she always yells for me and tells me to come talk to her and then buy her fruit. 99% I do just that. So, I was on a quest to buy some fresh fruit for under a dollar and I noticed there were more kids there than usual. I started to get angry that there were so many children there working when they should be in school!

So, I start some small talk in Twi with one of the other little girls. I ask how she’s doing, where’s shes from, how old she is, etc. Then, I ask her if she goes to school, and she says yes. Then, I try to formulate a  sentence in Twi to say, but you are here working, why aren’t you in school?! We go back and fourth with out understanding what the other is trying to say for a minute or so (this happens frequently), and then I finally switch to English. I barked in a serious tone, “why aren’t you in school! you should go to school!” she replied quietly, “because today is Saturday!” hahahahaha…..DOPE! Ghana…

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“Love,

Jeremy”

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Ghanaian Hospitality

Like most studying abroad I traveled over seas

Cept I don’t look like the locals, and they all notice me

Cause my different color skin but I still try to fit in

Getting called out in public and responding with a grin

Learning all sorts of things, about the culture and traditions

It’s not inept, weird, or worse, it’s only different

I’m so blessed with my position, though mosquitoes keep me itching

There’s limited air condition, but I stay optimistic

The heat’s got sweat dripping, it ain’t easy to adapt

I can strive for integration but I will never be black

Replacing technology and for experience and conversations

You can learn so much from others’ telling stories it’s amazing

The inconveniences are drastic but it’s easy to look past it

When they’re swallowed by the aspects that make life here so fantastic

It’s sad seeing those with conditions that ain’t the greatest

can’t make em instantly rich, but I can make em feel elated

When they speak the local language, and I reply in Twi

And they laugh out loud surprised, smiling at me

I try to be open minded so my time here is best

I’m learning through life events rather than inside a desk

But my test isn’t pass or fail, more like live and learn

Appreciate what you’re born with and give when it’s your turn

Reflectin on the past, I keep my mind in tact

Thinkin ahead to the time when it’s my turn to give back

Over Easter break, on the way to the Ghanaian-Jewtopia, I left a day early so I could visit Kumasi (the second largest City in Ghana) and spend a night there with one of my Ghanaian classmates. We stayed at her aunt and uncles’ home, which seemed to be like a home base for her entire extended family. It’s quite common in Ghana for relatives other than one’s immediate family to live together. I was welcomed with great excitement. Everyone in her family raced to greet me when I arrived, smiled, extended their right hand (of course), and sang, “Awkwaaba! You are welcome!” I was surprised at the number of people all residing in this house, only to later on realize that when the neighbors heard there was a guest on its way, they rushed to their house to welcome me. About a dozen kids under the age of 14 surrounded me, grabbing at my hands, yelling “Obruni”, or “Hi! How are you!” and followed me everywhere I went. Was this just because I am white? I don’t know. Apparently families from the Ashanti region are known for being the most hospitable in Ghana.

I was asked, “will you drink juice?!” and I replied, “sure”. 20 minutes later, the father of the house returns from the store with a container of juice. I would have been fine drinking water! I assumed they had juice…. At first I felt terrible! I did not want to make him go out of his way just to get me juice! I would have preferred water to juice, but they asked if I wanted juice so I assumed they had juice at the house and I simply accepted because I didn’t want to say no. They were all willing to go out of their way to please whatever needs I had. It seemed as though they hoped I had many requests so they could make me as happy as possible.

After getting situated and getting a lovely greeting from the entire family, I devoured some delicious fufu, which is known to be best tasting in Kumasi. Fufu is a heavy dish, and 99% of Ghanaians won’t eat it after 3 pm because it is so heavy. I was eating it at 8pm! Then, around 9pm, the brought me ANOTHER MEAL! I said I would eat some yam and kontomery(sorry for spelling) when I had arrived, and AFTER I ATE all of the Fufu, I was served just that. What I did not know that they made the entire meal (my second dinner) from scratch, fetching the leaves, tomatoes, and everything else involved from their very own garden in preparation. They did all this simply because I had asked for it. If I knew they had rice in the fridge that they could have simply heated up, I would have been happy to eat that! Yet, they had no problem at all with serving me exactly what it was I wanted, even though it required extra work, and ended up making me feel so full I forgot I had abs.

I had been asked previously if I would eat a few different foods, but it was never clear to me which one I was going to be served…..but I guess there was more than one. In Ghana, I’ve observed from my experiences that it is considered rude not to finish a dish that is served to you, for the host may think you did not enjoy the dish enough to finish it all. Luckily, my stomach and brain have been genetically modified, and eating when I am full happens to be one of my greatest abilities in life. I’ve also had an abundance of prior experience and practice (What up GINSBURG CRUISES! WOOT WOOT! YAY FOR FAT AMERICANS). I had to encourage the kids to join me at the table, since most Ghanaians traditionally don’t eat and talk at the same time. But, I became so full, I also needed an audience for motivation. These seemed to love me; I didn’t want to let them down.

After forming a fufu baby in my tummy and then showering it with another delicious Ghanaian meal, I stayed up speaking Twi with the kids, dancing, and repeatedly explaining to these 5 year olds that I can’t take them all back to America with me.

I was quite thrown off at the fact that these kids were as young as 5 years old, knew nothing about America, but were SO EAGER to go there, even if it meant going by themselves with no family. And, of all people, they wanted to come with me! I tried to explain to them that I was far too irresponsible to look out for children, especially if they barely spoke English (they probably didn’t comprehend that). I told them in Twi that I liked Ghana better than America. I asked why they wanted to go so badly. They responded, “Because it’s amazing there!” I felt terrible and I didn’t know how to respond. I explained that a fufu dinner in America at a restaurant would probably be 20 times the prices of one in Ghana. Plus a tip, too. I told them how cold it got. But, I could not convince them otherwise. It was embedded in their minds that America had no flaws. Sometimes I feel like a prick, being born in America and not realizing how many people world-wide would do ANYTHING just to go there.

I’ve had people propose to me and want to marry me and go back to America. That’s understandable… I’m so charming and good-looking and I give off such a great first impression that seems to make old women want to spend the rest of their lives with me. But, these kids wanted to join me just to go to the States and live on their own. These young kids! It gave me a lot of mixed emotions.

The next morning 4 or 5 different family members woke me up before 7 am. Yipee! The cute kids wanted me to play with them. They showed me around the house, jumped on me, and then accompanied me during breakfast. Even though I woke up full (and pregnant) I ate a HUGE breakfast around 8, and then one of the young girls told me she was preparing Tom Brown for me. “Sure….I’ll eat again?! J” Next thing you know…I’m eating again. Being called fat is Ghana is a compliment. “Hey! You’ve grown fat oh! God bless! You are eating well!” is a compliment! So, I guess the goal of this 15 hour stay was to get “FAT-OH!”.By this time I felt like I had triplets dancing in my belly.

I said my goodbyes, took some , agreed that the entire family they could come back with me to America, and left for Kumasi to do some “sight seeing”. They all wanted to know when I would come back and visit them. Maybe one day I will! I hope so.

ONE! (love)

J Kwabz

HELLO WORLD!

Welcome to my BLOG! I’m going to try to keep this PG rated but beware. If you get offended easily then please just call my mom for updates. She will probably be embarrassed to pass along the inappropriate info I’ll be adding, and should be able to give you an update on what I’ve been doing that will be fitting for all ages. And, like every other Jewish mother, she loves to talk about her children.

So, This is my first post and it will probably be the least interesting cause I’m still in America, but in one week I will be leaving to go to GHANA, the only country other than the USA to ever host myself for longer than two months. It’s GHANA be a fun trip. The official language in Ghana is English, though there are many tribal languages that are spoken there. The most common language is Twi (pronounced CHWEE). Ghanians do not speak French, though all of its surrounding countries do.I plan to visit them and use my French conversational skills. In Ghana, I’ll be living on campus at the University of Ghana in dorms. I’m super excited to go! I just bought my Malaria medicine and can’t wait to take it so I can hallucinate and have crazy dreams. I’m still figuring out everything I’ve gotta do before I go there, but I’m putting up this blog so all my family, fans, followers, lovers, haters, comrades, Americans, Jews, fat people, and everyone else can follow along as I embark on my journey to Africa. This blog will contain pictures, videos, poems, raps, haikus, posts, words, punctuation, and excitement. It’s going to be sad at times. It’s going to be happy at times. It’s going to be racist at times. It’s going to be funny at times. Hopefully you all will find the racism funny, because I am not a racist. So get ready to tune in. Bookmark this bad boy on your browser, and prepare for my posts! Tell your friends!

Please comment and let me know your thoughts!

One LoVe,

Jeremy Ginsburg