I had the BEST time in Dunkwa when I went to see Grandma! I didn't even do a whole lot, really... I'm not sure what it was, but it was great... let me start from the beginning...
The trip to Dunkwa itself wasn't so much the fun. I woke up around 5:00 am to meet my cousin Afia at the front gate of the University so we could catch a taxi to go to the bus station. It took pretty much forever for us to get a taxi, but we eventually got to the bus station with time to spare. I was hoping the bus would be like one of those big commercial buses like the one I took to Kumasi with TV screens and air conditioning. Unfortunately, it was a big bus with rather uncomfortable seats, no TVs, and no airconditioning. It took 6 hours to get there and I was CRAZY tired. I woke up a few times catching myself almost drooling all over the person next to me. It was pretty gross. I didn't get a good sleep though because the bus was packed and the ride was so bumpy. My head kept bobbing around and hitting the lady sitting next to me. She couldn't stop laughing at me, haha.
When we actually got to Dunkwa, I was a bit out of it, but it was just like I remembered it. I couldn't really recognize any of the areas walking on the way to Grandma's house, but as soon as I saw the house, I felt like I was at home. It was awesome. I saw my cousin Lucy first, and BOY was I happy to see her! She is one of the kindest and most caring people I've ever met in my entire life. She cares for me as if I were her child... I love her to death. Then I walked inside to see my grandma sitting with my Auntie Theresa and Auntie Mary. Before I even put my things down I walked up to Grandma and gave her the biggest hug. It was so great to see her. She asked me in Twi how I was doing, and I responded. She smiled so big. It was great.
I spent the rest of the day sitting outside watching my cousins cook dinner. Lucy taught me the names of various objects in Twi while I watched. And Afia only spoke to me in Twi, repeating the words and phrases multiple times until I understood what she was saying. The two of them were so helpful and so proud of the progress I'm making with Twi. My auntie Theresa and Grandma were helpful as well! They had to reteach me the names of all the body parts that I originally learned from Mom when I was a wee(er) little one. Everytime I would forget one of the names, grandma would start laughing at me and point to the body part Auntie Theresa just said. It was pretty funny.
The whole rest of the weekend consisted mostly of just relaxing, eating, and talking with family. I spent some time with my Auntie Mary and my cousin Lucy's husband, Mr. Nyamekye. The only word I can use to describe that man is awesome. He's pretty much the male equivalent to Lucy. That must be why they make such a great pair. I also got to go to Ayanfuri, the town where my Grandma was born and raised. I saw what used to be my Great Aunt's house there. It was cool to see. I also got to see my cousin Mercy and meet her three year old daughter, Nana. That girl is a hoot and a half. And she's as cute as can be. Sassy, though... but she wouldn't be from my Mom's side of the family if she wasn't sassy! I could tell that Grandma was sassy, too. I couldn't understand most of what she said, but just by the way she said it I could tell. And whenever I tried to help her walk or tried to create a situation where she wouldn't have to go up the stairs, she would just turn to me and say "I will do it." And when after she did it she'd say, "you see? I did it." It made me smile and think of my mommy. :-)
... Now that I think of it, almost everyone showed a little sass that weekend. My Auntie Theresa kept telling me what I wanted and what I wanted to do, and my cousin Afia (her daughter) would yell at her saying that I know what I want... haha, it was funny! Man, I love my family!
Leaving Grandma was sad, but happy at the same time, because I was so happy I got to see her. And she was so much stronger than I thought she would be! I'm hoping to go see her again before I leave the country... and hopefully that time, I'll be able to fix my accent so she can actually understand me when I speak Twi!
Last weekend was pretty awesome, too. I took a trip with my program to Kumasi, and we had all sorts of adventures. But I'll have to post that later. I'm getting ready to leave tomorrow morning for a 10 day trip to the northern region with my friends. We're going to Mole National Park to see elephants, crocodiles, giraffe's, and all other sorts of animals you don't normally see in this part of Ghana. I'm pretty stoked! I think we're going to hit up a few other towns on the way back as well, so there should be some great times ahead. I'll post about that and Kumasi when I return.
Until then, my friends..
Oh yeah, and I pounded some fufu! I thought I was going to break my cousin's fingers! It was awesome!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Over the River and Through the Woods
... to Grandmother's house I go!!!!
I'm going to see my Grandma for the first time since I've been here this weekend. I leave tomorrow morning around 6 and I'm SUPER pumped! I talked to her last weekend and told her in Twi that I was coming on Friday... only I don't think she heard it that way. She had to ask my cousin to come to the phone to interpret what I was saying... looks like I'd better bring my Twi book with me this weekend!
Last Saturday, March 6, was the 53rd anniversary of Ghana's Independence. It still blows my mind to think about how recently Ghana was under British colonial rule and that my Dad was around for the tailend of it (please don't kill me for somewhat revealing your age, Dad). But anywho, it was cool! My friends Katy, Katy, Kyal and I headed to Independence Square around 11 to partake in all the festivities, only to find out that it all ended around 10:30. We headed out there anyhow to see if there were any post-festivity activities... and it was almost dead, haha. But luckily for us, Independence Square was right next to the shore. We walked toward it and found a HUGE beach packed with THOUSANDS of people. I couldn't believe my eyes. We walked along the beach, and seeing as I was walking with three white girls, we drew quite a bit of attention to ourselves as we strolled. I spent about 15 minutes explaining to a guy named Bobby why I don't give my phone number out to guys who ask me for it after we've exchanged only two sentences with one another. This is a speech I've gotten better and better at over these past few months, haha. And it proved itself effective! After shaking off a bunch of guys and fleeing and the start of a fight, we found a cute outdoor hotel restaurant with a great view of the beach. We got some smoothies, and then moved on back to the main road. While trying to find transportation back to campus, we found that we were very close to the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park. What better day to go to the tomb of the father of Ghana's Independence?! Much to my dismay, there were no peacocks on the grounds of the park like there were 7 years ago, but it was still beautiful. And the museum was setup just as I remembered it. We strolled some more, took some pictures, and caught a tro tro back to campus. The day wasn't quite as eventful as we'd hoped, but it was still pretty fun!
Wow, this post was boring... I apologize...
Monday, February 15, 2010
Here I stand, a stranger in this land...
“You’re a foreigner in your own country.”
I’ve had this thought several times since arriving in Ghana… but I didn’t realize how piercing it was until someone actually said it to me. I traveled to Kumasi this weekend to visit members of my dad’s side of the family. I got to see my Uncle Kwasi, his wife Auntie Yaa, my cousins Abi, Akua, and Nana, as well as some other extended family members. I was so excited to go and spend time with everyone, and it was nice. But I felt like so many things transpired this weekend that brought to my attention what a horrible Ghanaian I am. I went to work with my cousin Abi on Saturday where I met some of her coworkers for the first time. At one point we left and returned with food. I felt sick most of that day and so hadn’t eaten yet, so I just sat down and began eating. Abi’s supervisor watched me for a short while and then asked me why I didn’t invite anyone to come share my food. On top of this, on Sunday I further displayed my alien nature by explaining to my family that I’m not Christian, that I actually have no religion, and that I’d rather not attend church that day. That same day after reluctantly attending church, I visited my elders who proved to me that all the amazing progress I thought I’d made in learning Twi wasn’t as vast as I thought it was, as I couldn’t understand most of what they were saying and one of them told me that I shouldn’t return back to the United States because I couldn’t speak my language. The rest of my time there, I sat in a room full of people having conversations in Twi, unable to partake or figure out what they were saying when they were clearly talking about me. During one of these conversations, a friend of my Uncle’s came over and made comment about me being a foreigner in my own country after I gracefully displayed my lack of knowledge of the Twi Language. It’s so difficult not to get discouraged when these things happen, especially when other people are explicitly bringing to light the insecurities you have about your shortcomings. I particularly have always had a problem with this sort of thing. But after talking to my mom and Auntie Mary Anna today, I realize that I have to try my best to push through and not let others affect me. They said that if I try speaking Twi and someone laughs, I just have to keep talking. If someone tells me I’m an outsider, I should defend myself and make it known that I made the effort by coming here. Apparently many members of the Ghanaian community at home in Tampa are proud of me for taking the initiative to take a step that many first generation Ghanaian Americans aren’t willing to make. I could have studied abroad anywhere in the world this semester, but I chose to come to Ghana to learn more about my heritage and to get more connected with my family and culture. I just have to remind myself of this fact, and keep on keepin’ on…
Despite all of this, it was nice getting to visit my family this weekend. I wish I had a little more time there, though. I didn’t get to do a whole lot or spend a lot of time with some of my cousins since the bus to Kumasi took about two hours longer than it should have, bringing me there later in the evening. Akua and Nana also didn’t arrive until the next morning while I was at work with Abi. I ended up not seeing them until after 5 o’clock that day. And the next day, we all had to back to our respective schools. So time wasn’t exactly on our sides, but hopefully I’ll get the timing down better next time.
Sorry for such a downer of a post... especially considering I've been MIA for so long. The internet’s been quite spotty here, so the next several entries will be a bit out of order, but they’ll have everything that’s been going on here. I hope it’s not too confusing! And setting aside this minor setback, things have been going really well, as you will see in the next posts!
I’ve had this thought several times since arriving in Ghana… but I didn’t realize how piercing it was until someone actually said it to me. I traveled to Kumasi this weekend to visit members of my dad’s side of the family. I got to see my Uncle Kwasi, his wife Auntie Yaa, my cousins Abi, Akua, and Nana, as well as some other extended family members. I was so excited to go and spend time with everyone, and it was nice. But I felt like so many things transpired this weekend that brought to my attention what a horrible Ghanaian I am. I went to work with my cousin Abi on Saturday where I met some of her coworkers for the first time. At one point we left and returned with food. I felt sick most of that day and so hadn’t eaten yet, so I just sat down and began eating. Abi’s supervisor watched me for a short while and then asked me why I didn’t invite anyone to come share my food. On top of this, on Sunday I further displayed my alien nature by explaining to my family that I’m not Christian, that I actually have no religion, and that I’d rather not attend church that day. That same day after reluctantly attending church, I visited my elders who proved to me that all the amazing progress I thought I’d made in learning Twi wasn’t as vast as I thought it was, as I couldn’t understand most of what they were saying and one of them told me that I shouldn’t return back to the United States because I couldn’t speak my language. The rest of my time there, I sat in a room full of people having conversations in Twi, unable to partake or figure out what they were saying when they were clearly talking about me. During one of these conversations, a friend of my Uncle’s came over and made comment about me being a foreigner in my own country after I gracefully displayed my lack of knowledge of the Twi Language. It’s so difficult not to get discouraged when these things happen, especially when other people are explicitly bringing to light the insecurities you have about your shortcomings. I particularly have always had a problem with this sort of thing. But after talking to my mom and Auntie Mary Anna today, I realize that I have to try my best to push through and not let others affect me. They said that if I try speaking Twi and someone laughs, I just have to keep talking. If someone tells me I’m an outsider, I should defend myself and make it known that I made the effort by coming here. Apparently many members of the Ghanaian community at home in Tampa are proud of me for taking the initiative to take a step that many first generation Ghanaian Americans aren’t willing to make. I could have studied abroad anywhere in the world this semester, but I chose to come to Ghana to learn more about my heritage and to get more connected with my family and culture. I just have to remind myself of this fact, and keep on keepin’ on…
Despite all of this, it was nice getting to visit my family this weekend. I wish I had a little more time there, though. I didn’t get to do a whole lot or spend a lot of time with some of my cousins since the bus to Kumasi took about two hours longer than it should have, bringing me there later in the evening. Akua and Nana also didn’t arrive until the next morning while I was at work with Abi. I ended up not seeing them until after 5 o’clock that day. And the next day, we all had to back to our respective schools. So time wasn’t exactly on our sides, but hopefully I’ll get the timing down better next time.
Sorry for such a downer of a post... especially considering I've been MIA for so long. The internet’s been quite spotty here, so the next several entries will be a bit out of order, but they’ll have everything that’s been going on here. I hope it’s not too confusing! And setting aside this minor setback, things have been going really well, as you will see in the next posts!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
A great woman once said...
" u r horrible at blogging."
And I'm going to have to agree with that one, haha. The internet on campus hasn't been so cooperative for me in the past few weeks, but it seems I can now finally access the internet from my dorm room from time to time (HUZZAH!), so I'll be trying my best not to seemingly fall off the face of the earth for another two weeks.
The one month mark since my arrival in Ghana is quickly approaching. I can't believe that much time has passed, and it seems like so much has already happened. I've gone on a few day trips (stay tuned for those entries), and I've made some great friends in my program. In terms of the school, I'd have to say that any expectations I had about the University of Ghana have all been proven wrong. I thought the campus would be huge when in reality it's EFFING HUGE!!!! I'm pretty sure it's the size of a city. I still can't get over it. Also, the handbook I had to read before coming here said that the lectures are taught according to the British system and that students are expected to write down every word that comes out of the lecturers mouth. As you can imagine, this freaked me out and I bought a voice recorder to record all my lectures. I talked to some students (both national and international) here before classes started, and they laughed when I told them how freaked out I was. And I understand why after this first week of classes. The lectures aren't any scarier than the ones I would take at home, with the exception that in some classes, your grade is based solely on your final exam score. But even so, you only need a 70 or higher to get an A. You throw in the fact that each class only meets once a week for two hours, and that most professors and Ghanian students don't show up for classes the first week, and you're in chill city. I don't remember the last time I was this relaxed. It's kind of freaking me out. But I really needed it, so I'm happy!
I've been waiting about two weeks for a roommate, but she still hasn't come. A girl from down the hall might be moving in with me, though, as her roommate hasn't shown up either. I'm not sure what will happen. It does get a bit lonely in here sometimes, but I kind of like that I can get up and start doing lunges and practicing capoeira in the middle of my room without having to worry about disturbing someone else. :-) We'll see what happens, I guess!
I had my first real lectures this week! My history class about colonialism and the African response seems like it'll be really interesting. The course syllabus for my Philosophy and the Contemporary African experience makes the class seem really interesting... and for all I know, the class was really good today; but I didn't really understand much of what the professor said. I think it was a combination of the room being too big, him talking too low/mumbling, and his very pronounced accent. I talked to a girl in the class, though, and apparently he was just telling stories and all the important information comes from the readings. So I think I'm going to stick it out! And my Industrial and Organizational Psych class only met for 30 minutes as the class started at 3:30 and Ghana was playing in the semifinal for the Africa Cup at 4:00. So I'm not so sure about that one yet. But it doesn't matter anyway because Ghana won... yesssssssssssss. :-)
My favorite classes BY FAR are my drumming and traditional African dance classes. Nothing makes me happier than playing music and getting my dance on! The dance class has been especially awesome. We'll be learning at least 2 (maybe 3) dances this semester. You'd all better be ready to learn the moves from me when I get back! Also, one of the TAs for my dance class asked me if I wanted to dance in his piece for his thesis... I still have no idea why he asked me what with my very small dance background, but I jumped at the exciting opportunity! We had the first rehearsal this past Tuesday. I felt so out of my element, haha. But it was also very fun, and I can already feel my inner dancer emerging!
This entry is crazy long, so I shall stop for now. Expect more soon!
Seacrest out!
And I'm going to have to agree with that one, haha. The internet on campus hasn't been so cooperative for me in the past few weeks, but it seems I can now finally access the internet from my dorm room from time to time (HUZZAH!), so I'll be trying my best not to seemingly fall off the face of the earth for another two weeks.
The one month mark since my arrival in Ghana is quickly approaching. I can't believe that much time has passed, and it seems like so much has already happened. I've gone on a few day trips (stay tuned for those entries), and I've made some great friends in my program. In terms of the school, I'd have to say that any expectations I had about the University of Ghana have all been proven wrong. I thought the campus would be huge when in reality it's EFFING HUGE!!!! I'm pretty sure it's the size of a city. I still can't get over it. Also, the handbook I had to read before coming here said that the lectures are taught according to the British system and that students are expected to write down every word that comes out of the lecturers mouth. As you can imagine, this freaked me out and I bought a voice recorder to record all my lectures. I talked to some students (both national and international) here before classes started, and they laughed when I told them how freaked out I was. And I understand why after this first week of classes. The lectures aren't any scarier than the ones I would take at home, with the exception that in some classes, your grade is based solely on your final exam score. But even so, you only need a 70 or higher to get an A. You throw in the fact that each class only meets once a week for two hours, and that most professors and Ghanian students don't show up for classes the first week, and you're in chill city. I don't remember the last time I was this relaxed. It's kind of freaking me out. But I really needed it, so I'm happy!
I've been waiting about two weeks for a roommate, but she still hasn't come. A girl from down the hall might be moving in with me, though, as her roommate hasn't shown up either. I'm not sure what will happen. It does get a bit lonely in here sometimes, but I kind of like that I can get up and start doing lunges and practicing capoeira in the middle of my room without having to worry about disturbing someone else. :-) We'll see what happens, I guess!
I had my first real lectures this week! My history class about colonialism and the African response seems like it'll be really interesting. The course syllabus for my Philosophy and the Contemporary African experience makes the class seem really interesting... and for all I know, the class was really good today; but I didn't really understand much of what the professor said. I think it was a combination of the room being too big, him talking too low/mumbling, and his very pronounced accent. I talked to a girl in the class, though, and apparently he was just telling stories and all the important information comes from the readings. So I think I'm going to stick it out! And my Industrial and Organizational Psych class only met for 30 minutes as the class started at 3:30 and Ghana was playing in the semifinal for the Africa Cup at 4:00. So I'm not so sure about that one yet. But it doesn't matter anyway because Ghana won... yesssssssssssss. :-)
My favorite classes BY FAR are my drumming and traditional African dance classes. Nothing makes me happier than playing music and getting my dance on! The dance class has been especially awesome. We'll be learning at least 2 (maybe 3) dances this semester. You'd all better be ready to learn the moves from me when I get back! Also, one of the TAs for my dance class asked me if I wanted to dance in his piece for his thesis... I still have no idea why he asked me what with my very small dance background, but I jumped at the exciting opportunity! We had the first rehearsal this past Tuesday. I felt so out of my element, haha. But it was also very fun, and I can already feel my inner dancer emerging!
This entry is crazy long, so I shall stop for now. Expect more soon!
Seacrest out!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sometimes I don't think things through so well....
I just lost all my pictures from the past week while trying to transfer them. :-(
I just lost this blog entry that I had been working on for quite some time. :- (
I also just lost some messages I was sending people on facebook. :-(
So I think I'm going to call it a night before I lose something else! I can say that all is well, though, and I will get back online soon to give you the highlights of the past week! I'm so sorry everything's a bit of a mess right now!
Talk to you all soon!
Nana
I just lost this blog entry that I had been working on for quite some time. :- (
I also just lost some messages I was sending people on facebook. :-(
So I think I'm going to call it a night before I lose something else! I can say that all is well, though, and I will get back online soon to give you the highlights of the past week! I'm so sorry everything's a bit of a mess right now!
Talk to you all soon!
Nana
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I found Nelly yesterday...
Well, his music and videos at least... I thought he fell off the face of the earth, but apparently he still gets played here in Ghana!
Anywho, I remember telling many of you before I left that my trip to Ghana didn't feel real yet. I still couldn't believe it was going to happen. By the time I got on my first flight to Amsterdam, the trip felt 1/3 real, 1/3 surreal, and 1/3 say whaaaaat???? By the time I got on the second flight to Accra, it felt... well, I was a bit too tired to feel anything, but when I stepped off the plane and into the antithesis of Pittsburgh winter, the last 2/3 of reality began to set in...
Both of flights were pretty pleasant. I didn't sleep much (when do I ever?), but I sat a decent distance away from crying babies, I was never sandwiched between anyone, and I had enough leg room. After going through customs and everything, I was greated by some family friends, the Kyei-Manus, as well as my Uncle Kwasi and my cousin Abi. We drove over to my Auntie Theresa's house where I stayed the first few days. Out of my family here that I've talked to thus far, Auntie Theresa seems the most excited about my coming to Ghana. She wouldn't let me do anything for myself while I stayed at her house, haha. If anyone else did anything for me and she didn't think it was perfect, she wasn't a happy camper... which makes me feel better about the corned beef I ate the first night (it didn't sit so well after 10 beef-free years). She also had someone take my measurements for me this morning. I think he's making me a a dress. I have no idea what the fabric looks like or what the dress will look like, but I'm sure I'll like it!
The first day at the house, I just stayed inside and rested. My auntie Mary came over with two of my second cousins or first cousins once removed... I'm horrible with the terminology! Jojo is about nine months old and adorable! I thought he was really quiet at first, but he proved me wrong very quickly. Aso is about 6 or 7. She was also quiet at first, but by the early evening, we were laughing, dancing, and having an hour long photo shoot in the living room. It was fun!
Today, My cousin Afia came over to braid my hair. She refuses to speak to me in English or answer me when I ask her questions in English, haha. She had to repeat most phrases in Twi about 10 times before I finally figured out what she was saying. It was a little frustrating, but I can tell I'm starting to pick it up... I'm gonna try my best to keep it up! The family thinks by the end of the month I should be fluent, haha... I only hope so!
Right now, I'm at the Kyei-Manus' house near the University of Ghana campus. We drove through campus on the way here. It's very different from campuses at home, as you'll all see when I can get some pictures up. And it's HUGE! I leave for orientation tomorrow, and then on the 13th, I'll be off to campus for the semester. I can't wait to get started!
Hopefully, I'll have some pictures up for yous guys in a week's time once I figure out my regular internet situation. Until then, I'll keep you posted when I can! :-)
Anywho, I remember telling many of you before I left that my trip to Ghana didn't feel real yet. I still couldn't believe it was going to happen. By the time I got on my first flight to Amsterdam, the trip felt 1/3 real, 1/3 surreal, and 1/3 say whaaaaat???? By the time I got on the second flight to Accra, it felt... well, I was a bit too tired to feel anything, but when I stepped off the plane and into the antithesis of Pittsburgh winter, the last 2/3 of reality began to set in...
Both of flights were pretty pleasant. I didn't sleep much (when do I ever?), but I sat a decent distance away from crying babies, I was never sandwiched between anyone, and I had enough leg room. After going through customs and everything, I was greated by some family friends, the Kyei-Manus, as well as my Uncle Kwasi and my cousin Abi. We drove over to my Auntie Theresa's house where I stayed the first few days. Out of my family here that I've talked to thus far, Auntie Theresa seems the most excited about my coming to Ghana. She wouldn't let me do anything for myself while I stayed at her house, haha. If anyone else did anything for me and she didn't think it was perfect, she wasn't a happy camper... which makes me feel better about the corned beef I ate the first night (it didn't sit so well after 10 beef-free years). She also had someone take my measurements for me this morning. I think he's making me a a dress. I have no idea what the fabric looks like or what the dress will look like, but I'm sure I'll like it!
The first day at the house, I just stayed inside and rested. My auntie Mary came over with two of my second cousins or first cousins once removed... I'm horrible with the terminology! Jojo is about nine months old and adorable! I thought he was really quiet at first, but he proved me wrong very quickly. Aso is about 6 or 7. She was also quiet at first, but by the early evening, we were laughing, dancing, and having an hour long photo shoot in the living room. It was fun!
Today, My cousin Afia came over to braid my hair. She refuses to speak to me in English or answer me when I ask her questions in English, haha. She had to repeat most phrases in Twi about 10 times before I finally figured out what she was saying. It was a little frustrating, but I can tell I'm starting to pick it up... I'm gonna try my best to keep it up! The family thinks by the end of the month I should be fluent, haha... I only hope so!
Right now, I'm at the Kyei-Manus' house near the University of Ghana campus. We drove through campus on the way here. It's very different from campuses at home, as you'll all see when I can get some pictures up. And it's HUGE! I leave for orientation tomorrow, and then on the 13th, I'll be off to campus for the semester. I can't wait to get started!
Hopefully, I'll have some pictures up for yous guys in a week's time once I figure out my regular internet situation. Until then, I'll keep you posted when I can! :-)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
My Blog!!!!!
Hey everyone!!!
Well, it's finally here. Several of you joked about it enough that I there was no way I couldn't make the Nana's in Ghana Blog! I wish I could say this is the first blog to utilize this catchy phrase, but alas, I found another shortly before creating this one with the title in one of the sidebars. Worry not though! This blog looks ten times cooler. :-)
Anywho, I created this blog so I can chronicle my times in Ghana over the next 5 months, and if you feel so inclined, I hope some of you will follow along and leave comments to remind me how hilarious you are! I'll also be in touch via facebook, e mail, and Skype, so if blog following's not your thing, that's cool, too! I'll be leaving in 5 days, so I should have some things to post for you guys soon. Be on the lookout!
Nana
Well, it's finally here. Several of you joked about it enough that I there was no way I couldn't make the Nana's in Ghana Blog! I wish I could say this is the first blog to utilize this catchy phrase, but alas, I found another shortly before creating this one with the title in one of the sidebars. Worry not though! This blog looks ten times cooler. :-)
Anywho, I created this blog so I can chronicle my times in Ghana over the next 5 months, and if you feel so inclined, I hope some of you will follow along and leave comments to remind me how hilarious you are! I'll also be in touch via facebook, e mail, and Skype, so if blog following's not your thing, that's cool, too! I'll be leaving in 5 days, so I should have some things to post for you guys soon. Be on the lookout!
Nana
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