Wednesday 28 March 2012

This is Africa

Sometimes the ignorance of people astounds me.
A few weeks ago I was chatting to a woman who was in Ghana visiting her son, who was volunteering at a hospital. After the usual chit chat, she started telling me about her son’s host family in Labadi (an affluent area of Accra) and seemed horrified that her son didn’t have running water or wi-fi access. I could only sit there in incredulity as she rattled off one complaint after another, mainly about the lack of amenities and the standard of living her son had been forced to endure. I managed to bite my tongue and simply pointed out that perhaps one was expecting too much from life in a developing country. She wasn’t exactly impressed.

Another woman I talked to couldn’t understand why expecting hot running water at an environmentally friendly resort (Green Turtle) was perhaps a little too much to ask for.

During my many visits to Ghana I’ve spent a significant amount of time at Green Turtle Lodge, a beautiful eco-lodge in the Western Region, against the backdrop of what is arguably the most stunning beach in the country. It’s a wonderful place to spend a few days relaxing, and the open air showers (yes, with running water, albeit cold, but who needs a hot shower in 30 degree heat?), delectable food, friendly staff and amazing value for money make it a no brainer.

Sadly some people turn up expecting the Ritz.
One person I know spends most of their time lecturing others on embracing Ghanaian life, yet refuses to travel as the locals do, shuns traditional food and happily tells anyone who will listen how much they know about Ghanaian culture and believes, most of which, is simply untrue. However, I’ve learned it’s better to simply nod along in agreement than make any attempt to challenge. Sometimes it’s better to allow people to bask in their own ignorance.

Perhaps it’s just me, but I have no problem buying food from the street (who can argue with a meal for under £1.50?), eating local fruits, showering from a bucket, using pit toilets (anyone who has been to a music festival will have been in much worse!) and travelling as the local’s do, even though I fear for my life on a weekly basis. Local means of transport is a kind of mini bus (a tro tro), packed with people and the occasional animal, with a goal to reach its destination as quickly as possible. Hawkers line the streets at every stop willing you to buy anything from water and popcorn to shirts, trousers and school books. Given the state of the roads in Ghana, you can imagine the hairy and sometimes terrifying journeys one has to endure on a sometimes daily basis. But at the same time, there’s something fun about getting crammed into a tro tro with friendly Ghanaians and buying food as you trundle to your final destination, praying the tro tro won’t break down before you arrive.
Ghana is a wonderful country with amazingly warm, genuine, friendly people. The beautiful unspoiled beaches, crumbling castles and colonial slave forts combined with a fascinating culture that embraces both modern and traditional has been praised by travellers and the media alike. The country’s microcosmic travel circuit has been described as the perfect African primer.

I have found it humbling to teach children who take delight in receiving a new pencil, and who could happily spend hours playing with a balloon. One quickly realises the Western obsession with money and our inability to slow down and say hello to our neighbours, or the people we pass on the street, is quite simply, a little shameful.
Of course it’s not without its faults. Where is? It doesn’t take long to realise that wearing a watch is a waste of time; everyone will want to be your friend, to the point that it can take longer than necessary to walk anywhere, infrastructure is severely insufficient and it’s always hot and sticky. Of course that’s fine when you can spend all day at the beach, but working in it can be a real bitch.

But I love Ghana. Plain and simple.

Perhaps if people were more willing to look past what they don’t like, they’d see Ghana offers an experience like no other.
Just don’t expect anyone to turn up on time. After all, you’re in Africa. What’s the hurry?

Monday 26 March 2012

Surfing, Weddings and some Serious stuff....

Surfing is not something I’d ever associated with Ghana. For me, surfing conjured images of rugged shirtless Australian men with bleached blonde hair, running into the ocean against a backdrop of white sand and ogled by beautiful people in tiny bikinis. Yes, I admit I am a Home and Away fan, which is perhaps my excuse for such a distorted image. I found out, perhaps surprisingly, that Ghana has a pretty big surf culture. The country is blessed with some gorgeous beaches perfect for surfing, although undeniably the surf is more suited to beginners.
This past weekend I had my first ever lesson, and I am now a convert. I loved it, despite the somewhat lacklustre instructor who made it pretty obvious he couldn’t be bothered to waste him time working with someone who’d never even held a surfboard until seconds before the lesson. Even so – according to my Aussi friend and fellow journalist – I did manage to stand up on the board. And even though I don’t remember it she assures me it happened. And that’s good enough for me! I have to admit I didn’t realise how much hard work it was! Watching for the waves, jumping on the board, paddling (hard and fast!), going up on to your knees – all of this before attempting to stand – and in less than a minute. It’s something I definitely want to try again, and soon!

Life in Cape Coast continues to fly by. I am getting used to the relaxed place, and no longer feel guilty spending afternoons by the beach. My editor continues to be a frustration though. I believe he has the best intentions but he has so many commitments which usually means the paper is not exactly a priority. It’s the only newspaper based in the Central Region and has the potential to be a success but poor organisation and management mean right now it’s not being adequately received.
I went to the boy’s sister’s wedding which was lovely. It was very similar to a Western style Christian wedding, with a church service (although in true Ghana style is was nearly 90 minutes long!) singing and traditional vows. I did love that when the bride and groom said their ‘I do’s,’ the whole congregation cheered and clapped and when it was announced the groom could kiss the bride, everyone oooohed and ahhhed.

A friend of mine who I worked with in Accra is now working in Ghana’s Volta region to try and stop the trafficking of children. It is estimated that around 2,000 children are trafficked each year to work in fishing boats, where children as young as 4 are forced to do dangerous work. Children are sold into this captivity by their families. Their excuses are often justified by poverty and although a small few believe that their children will enjoy a better standard of living, care and an education if taken by someone else, this is seldom the case. Sadly, many communities across Ghana find trafficking socially acceptable and even commonly encourage it. There is an ignorance to the rights of the child and the real dangers of trafficking which urgently needs to be addressed.
Please go to the following for more information: 

http://www.facebook.com/#!/ProjectsAbroadCampaignAgainstChildTraffickingGhana

Sorry this post has been a bit scrambled, such is the state of my mind at the moment!