A day at Labodi beach
It’s only been a week, but actually it feels much longer since I’ve landed here in Accra.
I’ve done so much: Reggie Rockstone, often referred to the Ghanaian ‘GrandPaPa’ or the Godfather of HipLife, hosted myself and the other 16 members of the group at his club, Rockstone’s Office. The experience was short-lived yet fun; however, we returned the following night for dancing, drinks and HipLife music. HipLife is a culture driven by rap music which fuses Twi, one of the languages spoken in Ghana, and English
Since I’ve been here once before, the culture shock is not as grandiose as the other group members, but some things still caught me off guard…
Photo of a Painting taken at Artist Alliance Gallery
Above is a photo representation of the market, which I found at the Artist Alliance Gallery here in Accra is totally accurate. As part of the market hustle, vendors are overtly aggressive, grabbing, pulling, shouting and tugging at potential buyers as a way to get them interested in their goods. The vendors would hiss or blatantly assert ‘you do not want to buy from me!’ trying to guilt unwilling consumers into making a purchase. Didn’t work for me though! Nonetheless the market was a great experience, seeing the different cloths, foods and other good that are for sale.
Another trick I learned was bargaining. A vendor would double the price of an item, in part because they wanted to gain more profit for their goods, but mostly because you are an obruni– which can be roughly translated as foreigner.
A shot taken at the market
Forward Ever, Backward Never
During my week of orientation with the staff and the other students, we also visited Dr. Kwame Nkrumah’s mausoleum, as he was the first Ghanaian president. According to the guide, the grounds on which the mausoleum was built was once only reserved for whites who played polo. After several decades, when Ghana gained its independence in March 1957, Dr. Nkrumah reclaimed the land in the name of Pan-Africanism and independence.