Wednesday, October 26, 2011

To the savannah!

10-25-11

There are two items that this blog will talk about. The first item was an experience I can now say I have had, but I never really wanted it. That would be malaria. At least I think it was malaria. Halfway through my week in Accra (10/2-10/7) I got sick, and I did not recover for a week and a half. In fact, I am still not fully recovered. I have a cough and a stuffy nose, but that could also be allergies. What is it like to have malaria? Well, it is a lot of fun. Not really. Actually, it mostly felt like I had a cold (interchanging every symptom known to humankind) mainly at night. During the day, I felt considerably better and even completely fine at some points. Then the symptoms would return at night. I also had a significant loss of appetite, which only had me eating about six bites of rice and then I was full. As a result, I lost some weight, and I actually look like I am in better shape now.

On Sunday (10/9) I was fed up with being sick, and the previous night was one of the worst nights in my life. I’ll spare you the details, since I don’t think anyone really wants to know them. I went to the hospital and I was diagnosed with malaria. They took a blood test, and told me to come back later, since the lab did not open until later because of church. They gave me medicine because they were very confident that I had malaria. I was unable to return until the next day, and that was interesting. On Monday across Ghana, the doctors went on strike. That’s right, THE DOCTORS. Last I heard, they were still on strike, only handling emergency cases. I’m not really sure about that, but I have been outside of normal communications for the last week and a half. I’ll get to that later. Even though I went into the emergency room, there were only nurses, and maybe one or two other patients. It was eerily quiet. Fortunately, it does not take a doctor to do a lab test, and the laboratory technicians were not on strike. However, the test came back negative. They said that it was a small sample, and since I had already started the drugs and the symptoms lined up, I should continue taking the drugs. Obviously, I was uneasy. Papa Kum (my host father) also was uneasy about that, so he called the homestay coordinator, Aunty Gifty, for advice. She set up an appointment with her private doctor who was within walking distance of my homestay. So I went to Dr. Martin Morna. He knew what he was doing, and he also affirmed the diagnosis of malaria and gave me better drugs, but he also added something to his diagnosis. He added a bacterial infection. Since I had been sick for five or six days at that point, my body was primed for it. So Dr. Morna added a few other drugs to take care of that. By Friday (10/14), I was completely fine, and on a follow up visit, he gave me the okay to go on the Northern Trip.

That is the second item to write about: the Northern Trip. From 10/15-10/25, I travelled all over Northern Ghana. Here is a brief synopsis of the travelling.

10/15 – four hour drive to Kumasi.

10/16 – seven hour drive to Wa.

10/18 – brief day trip to Sankana, then back to Wa.

10/19 – five hour drive to Mole National Park (the roads were TERRIBLE! It should have taken maybe an hour if the roads were even decent).

10/20 – five hour drive to Tamale.

10/22 – six hour drive from Tamale to Kumasi (TRAFFIC IN KUMASI ALSO TERRIBLE).

10/25 – four hour drive to Cape Coast.

As you can see, there was a lot of travelling. It was also ripe with experiences.

The first thing to note about the north is the geography. In the south, it is rainforest, except for a stretch along the coast that is called the coastal savannah zone, which stretches from where the coast turns north-east and goes through Accra. In the middle region, or the Asante region, it is a hybrid of rainforest and savannah. The north is savannah. That means the southern areas get two rainy seasons, and a lot more rain. The north maybe gets 15-20 inches of precipitation a year during their one rainy season. So as we travelled north, the trees thinned out and the grass became far more prevalent.

It wasn’t only the trees that thinned out, it was also the people. This is not just in overall population, but also in size. They were far skinnier in the north. The distances between towns also increased. Ghana’s population is roughly 22-25 million in an area a little bit bigger than Minnesota, but most of that is in the south. There are many reasons to account for this. First of all, this was the raided lands that the slaves were taken from. The savannah regions all the way up to the Sahara were the people that were exploited for the infamous inhumane labor we all unfortunately know too well. From these northern regions, they were marched barefoot to Assin Manso, the slave market mentioned in an earlier blog, and then after being sold to the Europeans marched even farther to the castles, and you know the rest. That means that the removal of people gave room for less population growth, and at this point it is all statistics. There is another reason that the North is less populated: jobs. The recent trend in Ghana is to flock to the cities (Accra, Kumasi, Takoradi, etc.), because in these places there are jobs. In the north, there is no real opportunity to move beyond your economic level. This is comparable to Komenda, also referenced in an earlier blog. Thus people are leaving an already less populated region for the south. This is unfortunate, because the north provides the cereal crops (rice, wheat, etc.) for the rest of the country. Economic stimulus as applied by the government towards farmers is minimal to non-existent, so there is little hope to keep up farming, because it is not an easy life and reaps very little benefit.

The people in the northern regions also have a negative stigma given to them by the people of the south. They are seen as lazy. This can be understandable though, after spending a week up there. Even though the weather is dry as opposed to the humid south, there is no breeze, and without rain, it gets HOT. Apparently it was rather cool when we were up there, but a fifteen minute walk in Wa left me drenched in sweat. I don’t want to experience what hot is. From 9am to 3pm, when the sun is most direct, the people become inactive. If they become active, then they overheat and are more likely to die from heat exhaustion. That means the active hours are from 6am to 9am, and then again from 3pm to 6pm. At these times, it actually isn’t that bad, but it certainly wasn’t great either. During the day, you will see people gathered wherever there was shade and taking naps. I also took quite a few naps on this trip, frankly because the heat wore me out. The south, however, sees this as laziness, and the habits created from the weather by the people from the northern areas compound the stigma.

I mentioned earlier that there is a movement south because of economic opportunity. This means that the economic opportunities in the north are not as good, and the economic disadvantages is much higher. This was manifested in numerous forms. First of all, the water sources for washing clothes. People would flock to a dirty pond to use the water for washing. Clothes would be strewn on the side of the road to dry after washing, even though the dust on the roads would seem to make their efforts futile. But you have to use what’s available, and that’s what is available. The second way that economic disadvantages were witnessed was the vehicles. In the south, there are plenty of cars. In the north, they have motorcycles. Lots of motorcycles. They are cheaper and they get better gas mileage, so it makes sense. Also, everyone drives motorcycles that are of age. In the south, there are not many women drivers, but in the north, they were half of the drivers on the road. What was kind of scary was that many of the women would bring their infants or young children on the bikes as well. Helmet wearing was also minimal. If you owned a car in the north, you were automatically very well off. That was just two of the numerous things that I noticed that showed the economic disparity between the north and the south.

I should give a synopsis about what I thought about each of the places I visited. Let’s start with Wa. It was really just one long stretch lasting a few kilometers but not really breaking off of the main road. It was long and thin. What was fascinating was that this was one of the few places I have been where I do not get brutally stared at because of my skin. It was kind of weird, and I strangely became uncomfortable without the gazes coming my direction. In Wa, I visited the School for the Blind, to see how they operated their system. It was fascinating, and they were well funded and operated. I also went to Sankana to visit a place of resistance to slavery. They were one of the few groups to beat back the British. They took great pride in their past understandably.

Next was Mole National Park. This was a nature preserve funded by the government. I felt very touristy there, and it was the second time in Ghana that there were more Bronyis than Ghanaians in one place (the other was in Cape Coast at a restaurant called Oasis established for tourists). I went on two nature hikes; one in the afternoon and one in the morning. The one in the afternoon was uneventful, I only saw a couple of bushbuck, which are deer. It’s not like I live close to a nature preserve in Minnesota and haven’t seen a few deer before. The morning trek, however, was legit. First, we walked across a marsh because we had seen a few elephants a little ways off. So we went across, and we got close to them. IT WAS SO COOL!!! I was maybe about fifty meters away from two of them, and got a couple of decent pictures in. After that, we walked a little more and found a couple of baboons. They’re strange little things. So that was fun. I made a point earlier that it was funded by the government, and it was for tourism. I’m not just saying, but all around the Park was the economic disadvantages, and yet this place was funded for tourism. It doesn’t seem right. The same point can be noted about the castles. There are many things that the government could be doing internally to develop their own country, yet they focus more on tourism than these things. I’m not saying that tourism should be removed from the government’s priorities, but I am saying that there are many more valuable things that it could be doing. Sorry, that was a tangent, but it happened.

After Mole was Tamale. I honestly experienced very little of it, so I cannot give a decent synopsis of it. What I can say though is that they make some really nice leather stuff. I bought a pair of sandals and a game called Ware (Wa-ray). It is known in America as Mancala. The second day in Tamale was spent refining some things for my ISP and dwelling on my experiences. I will get to that later.

Lastly was Kumasi. I did not like Kumasi. This was in the hybrid zone area, and it also housed the second largest market area in Africa. I saw it, and my introvert nature took hold of me. Whenever we drove somewhere, we were caught in incessant traffic, since it was mostly single lanes everywhere yet housed presumably a million people. Imagine that, if a place like Chicago became single lane traffic. Yeah, you try and enjoy that. Also, the African style of driving compounded my introverted nature. They are, what you call, aggressive drivers. My passive aggressive driving habits I have learned in Minnesota would not work whatsoever in Ghana, much less Africa. Thank goodness Ampah was driving; he is a REALLY good driver. In Kumasi, we visited a carving market, and I bought a few things there, but other than that Kumasi was not my cup of tea. An introvert is not meant to do well in a place like that. Cape Coast today seemed incredibly tame in comparison. I’m not planning to go back there.

I know this is getting quite long, so I have one last thing to talk about, and I mentioned it briefly earlier when I was talking about Tamale. I spent some time on this trip considering my ISP (Independent Study Project) which is fast approaching. It starts on November 5, which is less than two weeks away! The ISP lasts for four weeks and then I have one more week and then I get on a plane back home. Time is flying by. Wow. As I considered my topic, I also considered my methodology of research. My topic, which in short is a study of global forces (specifically comparing China and the West) and their influence on Ghana, would require me to go where the foreign influences are mostly located. That means that I have officially decided to spend the entirety of the four week of the ISP in Accra. I am currently working out the housing details and also the travelling details to get to Accra, but this is where I will be able to do my research effectively. In Cape Coast, I would maybe have one or two good interviews to work off of, but in Accra I would have hundreds. Also, the University of Ghana campus would house many important items that would greatly help me.

I’m sorry that was so long, but there was a lot to write about, and I honestly just scratched the surface on most things and left out a few other items. But what can I do? I don’t want to write a novel, that would take too long. I’m not working on my doctorate yet.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Accra

10/7/11

This last week (10/2 to 10/7) I was in Accra, the capital of Ghana. This was not my first time in Accra, but the last time was the first night I landed, so I was quite jet lagged at the time and honestly barely remember it. My impressions of Accra after this last week are mixed.

The first thing we did after our three hour bus trip to Accra was visit two places. One was the National Museum and the other was Kwame Nkrumah National Park. The National Museum had many good displays, and I can tell you that after six weeks in Ghana, most of it was accurate. The museum itself was not really suitable for tour giving, and the tour that we were led on was very sporadic. Also to note, on the top floor of the museum, although the tour never went to this part, there was a bust of Marcus Aurelius and a statue from Delphi amongst other completely irrelevant items. I was confused by them, but whatever. I’m not the curator of the museum; it’s not for me to decide. Overall, the museum was good, although interesting in some regards. After the National Museum, we went to Kwame Nkrumah National Park. Kwame Nkrumah was the first president of Ghana after it achieved its independence in 1957. He ruled until 1964 when a coup overthrew him. Although he was exiled from the country, his ideas could not be removed. He was a visionary for the development of Ghana, and he did much more that you can look up later, because I simply do not care to spend the time writing all of that down. About two or three weeks ago was the 102nd birthday of Kwame Nkrumah. Although he died in 1972, his birthday is still celebrated. Apparently Nelson Mandela came to Ghana to join the festivities, and no one told me this. I’m still kind of bitter about that. But the park was very beautiful and spacious, and I’ll put some of those pictures up in December. That was Sunday.

On Monday, we had a lecture at the University of Ghana about the traditional forms of slavery, and how the term slavery was changed upon European arrival. It was fascinating, but a bit of an overview of basic knowledge. The professor, Dr. Akosua Perbi, admitted to this ridiculousness. She said that in one hour, we would be covering everything that takes at least four full years to truly study. After that lecture, we simply spent the day exploring the campus and I also bought a few books that sounded rather interesting. That was Monday.

On Tuesday, we went back to the University of Ghana for two more lectures. One was about women’s oral culture, and that was a fascinating lecture as well. Our professor, Akosua Anyidoho, went over briefly how in Ghana, there are festive occasions that are celebrated, and what women’s roles in them were. In some instances, such as birth or puberty, only women participated in some cultures. These practices are called restricted because of their nature, and usually they are more formal. There are also unrestricted ceremonies, and they are more informal and public in nature. Then we had another lecture after this one about archaeology in Ghana. I had been looking forward to this lecture ever since I saw on our schedule that we were having one on this subject, and I wasn’t disappointed by it. Archaeology has a connotation to being mostly in the Middle East, and I was curious to see what was going to happen here. Our professor, James Anquandah, was one of the most passionate speakers I have ever heard in my life, and you wouldn’t expect it by his stature. He was in his seventies and maybe 5’5 and about 8 pounds. Yes, the weight was an exaggeration, but he was a little guy. Although this lecture was a broad overview as well, it was very enjoyable. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but it was great. One thing that he talked about was the Shai Hills, which we went to the next day, but more on that later. After this lecture, we went to the W.E.B. Du Bois house in Accra. Yes, the last two years of his life were spent in Ghana, no big deal. It wasn’t very well put together as a museum though, since it was just a house that was modified into a museum. Not ideal. After that, we went to Osu to a market on Oxford Street. It’s significant to put the name out there because very few streets in Ghana have names. That sounds weird to us Western types, but that’s how it works over here. Anyway, at this market, we were absolutely bombarded by hawkers. One guy followed me around for about 30 minutes trying to sell his art, which probably wasn’t even his in the first place. That was not fun. After about 45 minutes of this, I had enough, and so did a few others in our group, so we got off of the main road and explored the outlying areas close by. It was a little adventure. That was Tuesday.

On Wednesday, as mentioned earlier, we went to the Shai Hills. The Shai Hills is an archaeological site about an hour drive north of Accra. Here was a place of prehistoric peoples who lived in the shelter of caves on the side of the hills. It was a short hike after a bumpy off-road trip to one of the caves. Before our vehicle came over to pick us up for the bumpy ride, we waited around and hung out with baboons. That’s right, I can now say that I’ve hung out with baboons. Sorry, that was off topic. After our ride and short hike, we explored a cave, which was an enclosed area of rocks with multiple exits. I thought it was great. After this, we returned to Accra.

I have to mention something at this point. On Tuesday night going into Wednesday, I started to not feel so good. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I started drinking even more water and taking ibuprofen every four hours. On the drive back, however, the ibuprofen from the morning wore off, and I felt absolutely miserable. When we got to the hostel, I laid down in bed after some more ibuprofen and slept the rest of that day. And the next day. In fact, I didn’t feel better until this morning. Apparently I looked even more pale than usual, but I’m alright now. My peers were nice enough to get me some food to eat, which I greatly appreciated, and I paid them back what I owed them. I just got a 48 hour bug and now it’s gone. But that meant I missed the last day and a half in Accra. That was Wednesday/ Thursday.

On Friday, we left at nine and got to Cape Coast by 12:30, completely exhausted from the week. That was Friday.

In light of all this, it’s hard to make any clear reflections about Accra, since I only really had three days there. But my initial reaction is this: “hmmm…”. When we came back to Accra, it felt like I left the continent of Africa. When comparing it to what I had seen in Cape Coast and Komenda, it felt like I was in a Western inspired city. There were skyscrapers, a very modern mall, a lot of lights, and so on. This was also the location of most of the imports into Ghana, so there were a lot of outside products and companies. There were plenty of Chinese restaurants everywhere, plenty of Coke, some Lebanese places, and so on. Side note: I noticed the Chinese places and the Lebanese places because that is a major focal point of my project later on. In spite of the global world’s ideas about modernity, it has affected Accra dramatically from the rest of Ghana. For example, In Ghana, it is incredibly disrespectful to use your left hand when engaged with a conversation with someone. That is because the left hand is traditionally the wiping hand before the introduction of toilet paper. Many foreigners, either tourists or business types, are completely oblivious to this protocol, and they would use their left hand without even realizing the significance of it. Because of the free use of the left hand by visitors, the people from Accra became used to it and they started using their left hands themselves. To summarize, the pull of modernization by global terms has created a loss of culture, so Ghana is losing its sense of a uniquely Ghanaian lifestyle. One could call it a cultural syncretism, although the term is mainly applied to religion. At least that is how I felt about Accra: It was modern, but not really Ghanaian compared to other parts of the country. If that is a good or bad synthesis I am not sure. After all, I only observed Accra for three days.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

African Drumming Stuffs

10-1-11

For the past two days, I have partaken in some sick awesome Africa drumming. It may be one of the more legit things I have done in my life. Two days ago (9/29) there was a dance workshop for our group to be a part of. Since I have a general distaste for dancing, unless it is swing dancing, I finagled my way into the drumming group. For maybe two hours or so I participated by playing the djembe with a simple pattern: 1-+-2-e. Of course African beats are strongly based on the off beats, so it is more like this: +-1-+-a. It was a lot of fun, and my hands kind of hurt afterwards, since the djembe is played with your palms, but it was totally worth it. Also, the odd beat in each measure is actually closer to a triplet than a sixteenth, but it was easier to notate it for this purpose with what I notated it with.

Yesterday (9/30), I was able to join with another group. This group is a group of younger people (they were younger than me), and they were absolutely phenomenal. Once again, I played a simple rhythm, known as the gallop, because it sounds like a horse galloping. With a triplet feel, it would be any two consecutive notes, depending on what the song calls for. Fortunately, the instrument that I was playing this time (I forgot the name of it) used sticks, so my still recovering hands were able to take a break. With this group, there were also a bunch of dancers who were also young and also phenomenal. They knew what was up. I can’t take credit for the connections, for that belongs to Leah, one of the girls I am travelling with who is interested in African drumming. She found someone named Etↄ, (eh-tow) who is part of a few ensembles around town, including this group.

After we played with these kids for about two hours, we went to a touristy area of town to a place called Oasis to here Etↄ play with another group called Nyame Tseate (I think). A few other girls in the group also joined us to watch the performance. After watching Nyame Tseate, I have no idea what else there is in this world for me to see. The drummers were absolutely flawless, and then the performance was even better. After some traditional dancing, five of the performers began doing acrobatics while the rest continued to play the drums. I have never seen anything like it. I honestly don’t even understand what they were doing but my mind was completely blown. It was absolutely ridiculous. Guys were standing on other guys heads, flips were happening left and right, and then people started flying. It was perhaps one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in my life.

I should perhaps explain how the drumming works. To be honest, I can’t really discuss it for sure, since I am so new to it. What I have gathered, though, is that the drumming is a call and response with the dancers. The drums help instigate the story that the dancing is trying to tell. Usually one dance will happen until the main drummer for the song plays a certain rhythm to tell the dancers to move to the next dance. The music itself, to the untrained ear, sounds like a lot of noise with a center emerging every once in a while. This could not be farther from the truth. Every drummer has a unique part to play, and without even one piece present, it does not sound right. Drumming is a heaps ton of fun!