Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Bad Day 1

This wasn’t the first bad day that I’ve had in Ghana thus far, but it will be the first that I write about.

I went to Kumasi to get some things printed/photocopied as well as send off some emails that needed to go out. On my way home I stopped by a store and bought a large garbage can and a few other provisions that I needed. I threw the miscellaneous provisions that I bought inside the garbage can.

While walking to the tro station from my town some guy carrying huge planks of wood on his head turns and hits me square in the mouth with the end of the planks. I took the handkerchief in my hand (used to wipe my sweat) and brought it to my mouth and lip to see if I was bleeding. I didn’t even bother to look at the guy that hit me. When I realized I wasn’t bleeding I just kept walking to the tro station. I heard people yelling at the guy as I was walking away.

When I got to the tro station they put the garbage can I was carrying into the back of the tro and tied the back door down. On the way home the lid of garbage can fell off the back of the tro as well as the things that I had inside the garbage can. The driver stopped the car and the tro mate got out and picked up all the things that fell out, so it seemed. When I got home I realized that the shampoo that I bought was missing. I guess they didn’t see this fall out and neglected to pick it up and it was my fault for not inspecting to make sure everything was there. Anyway, this really wouldn’t bother me except the fact that the bottle of shampoo that I bought (Pantene Pro-V) cost me 65,000 cedis. I get 50,000 cedis a day as a living allowance.

*EDIT*
-I bought the garbage can to recycle/reuse the water that I use when I do laundry (which I do by hand) to flush my toilet.
-The planks of wood the guy was carrying were about 15 feet long.
-People here carry everything on their heads. You would be amazed to see the things people can carry on their heads here.
-Why did I buy shampoo when I have no hair? Although I wash my hair with bar soap most of the time I thought it would be nice to wash the fuzz on my head with shampoo for once.
-I have some scratches on my cheek and have a fat lip.

Mindfuck

I had a lot of time this past week to read a couple of books and watch a DVD. It may have been the order I saw/read the things I did this past week, but I found myself in a weird state of confusion to be honest.

I started the week out by reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. Then, I watched a DVD of a lecture given by Noam Chomsky titled “Distorted Morality.” And to finish off the week I read Confessions of an Economic Hit Man by John Perkins.

It wasn’t either of the two books or the DVD that really that made that much of an impact on my state of confusion at the time, but going through the combination of things in succession may have been the cause of the state of “mindfuck” I was in last week.

I don’t know why I am even writing about this, but I just felt like it. I enjoyed reading Life of Pi, but I highly recommend Confessions of an Economic Hit Man. The book Confessions… may seem to be a bit exaggerated, but the fact that the things mentioned in the book are actually plausible made it an enjoyable read. And the lecture by Noam Chomsky, “Distorted Reality” is one man’s view on how fucked up the American government is and has been in the past. Take it for what it’s worth…

*EDIT*
I am back to normal after following up the DVD and books by reading The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Bad Day 1

This wasn’t the first bad day that I’ve had in Ghana thus far, but it will be the first that I write about.

I went to Kumasi to get some things printed/photocopied as well as send off some emails that needed to go out. On my way home I stopped by a store and bought a large garbage can and a few other provisions that I needed. I threw the miscellaneous provisions that I bought inside the garbage can.

While walking to the tro station from my town some guy carrying huge planks of wood on his head turns and hits me square in the mouth with the end of the planks. I took the handkerchief in my hand (used to wipe my sweat) and brought it to my mouth and lip to see if I was bleeding. I didn’t even bother to look at the guy that hit me. When I realized I wasn’t bleeding I just kept walking to the tro station. I heard people yelling at the guy as I was walking away.

When I got to the tro station they put the garbage can I was carrying into the back of the tro and tied the back door down. On the way home the lid of garbage can fell off the back of the tro as well as the things that I had inside the garbage can. The driver stopped the car and the tro mate got out and picked up all the things that fell out, so it seemed. When I got home I realized that the shampoo that I bought was missing. I guess they didn’t see this fall out and neglected to pick it up and it was my fault for not inspecting to make sure everything was there. Anyway, this really wouldn’t bother me except the fact that the bottle of shampoo that I bought (Pantene Pro-V) cost me 65,000 cedis. I get 50,000 cedis a day as a living allowance.

*EDIT*
-I bought the garbage can to recycle/reuse the water that I use when I do laundry (which I do by hand) to flush my toilet.
-The planks of wood the guy was carrying were about 15 feet long.
-People here carry everything on their heads. You would be amazed to see the things people can carry on their heads here.
-Why did I buy shampoo when I have no hair? Although I wash my hair with bar soap most of the time I thought it would be nice to wash the fuzz on my head with shampoo for once.
-I have some scratches on my cheek and have a fat lip.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Runaway Tro

There was a tro in Kumasi being chased by the police for whatever reason one day. To try and avoid getting caught the driver decided to cut through an area, which happened to be the temporary tro station for my town while construction was being done at Kejetia station. The driver ran over about a dozen people, but I am not sure if he actually killed anyone. I did hear that a lot of people were severely injured though. The police officers that were chasing this tro obviously saw this and you would expect them to stay and help while waiting for ambulances to show up. But this is Ghana. I was told the police officers ran away. When I asked why police officers would run away from a situation they should be helping in I was told that the people that witnessed this probably would have beaten and/or killed the police officers for causing what had happened.

Some days I think I am getting to understand Ghana, but things like this happen and it confuses me even more.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Mob Violence

In Ghana people take the law into their own hands. Call it mob justice if you will. During my first few months here in Ghana while I was in Techiman for training, there were a group of guys going around robbing gas stations among other things. One night these guys robbed a taxi and decided to hide in the town where the taxi driver just happened to live in. To make a long story short two out of the three guys got away, but the one that got caught was beaten and hacked to death by a machete. A couple of Peace Corps people coming from that town saw this on their way to morning meetings. This was the first time I heard about or saw anything like this, but it was not the last. Mob justice/violence are a daily occurrence here. If I were a criminal and I got caught doing something, I would hope the police got to me first before the people did.

The other day there were two people in my town trying to sign people up for a new “Susu” they said that they were starting. A “Susu” is essentially a traditional savings and credit organization within the informal sector. It is substitute for formal banking for those that lack credit or resources. Anyway, these people presented themselves as an NGO (non-governmental organization) that have been helping people through other financial channels over the years, and now decided to start a “Susu.” They called themselves New Opportunity Trust. Some people signed up with them and others chose not to, which is fine, but they were collecting registration/start up fee of 30,000 cedis (9200 cedis=$1 US). This may not seem like a lot of money to you, but this is the average amount a person in my town makes in a day (people earn a lot less in other parts of the country).

The New Opportunity Trust people stayed in my town for a couple of hours signing people up and told us that they were going to move along to the next town down the road after they were done here. My counterpart thought the way they were handling things were a bit sketchy so he took it upon himself to go and investigate. I decided to join him hoping to see and/or become part of the “mob” if it ever came down to that. So we boarded a tro and headed to the town where they said their office was located in. There are no addresses in most parts of Ghana so we went to the place/spot where these people said their office was. There was nothing there. We asked people in the area about New Opportunity Trust, but they never heard of them. My counterpart then proceeded to make a few phone calls to people in town and then I knew it was game time. We boarded the a tro headed for the town the people said they were going to be in. We looked for them for about an hour, but to no avail.

I don’t know if anyone found these people or heard from these people again. I was hoping to see some mob justice that day, but it just didn’t happen. You may ask why am I writing about this when nothing interesting really happened. I have two reasons. The first reason is I wanted to show people how I spend/waste the hours in my day here in Ghana sometimes. The second reason is that I find it sad that people try and take advantage of each other especially considering most people here hardly have anything.