I somehow managed to “I’ll do it tomorrow” writing this blog for over a month. Oops. My only defense is a combination of continued electrical outages, internet server issues in my dorm, and the fact that by time I get back to my room every night I’m thisclose to passing out.
To do this numerically, out of the last 5 weekends, I’ve been to the Volta region at least one day for four of them (not that I’m complaining, the Volta region is awesome). I’ve been to 4 funerals. I’ve gone through 3 sets of braids. I’ve been to Kokrobitey twice. And I saw my first Sala, which is what Ghanaian Muslims call Eid-ul-Fitr, the celebration at the end of Ramadan.
Now, chronologically.
9/29 – Deza (Palm Festival) in Dzodze
A big group from the University of Ghana went to Dzodze, in the Volta region (pretty close to the Dagbe Center, actually) for their annual palm festival. We stayed in houses next to that of one of the music department professors. I’ve never seen so many people squished into so little floor/chair/couch space before, but it was all good. I didn’t spend that much time sleeping (or trying to) anyways. The festival itself was a bit different then I was expecting, but there were some interesting parts, and I managed to stop the Vice-president of Ghana and his entire entourage for a minute by greeting them in their language, it was pretty funny. And I didn’t really like palm wine, although I started a tradition of starting every Sunday off with a shot of apeteshie, affectionately known as apio, which is like palm liquor, and has a mystery alcohol content, although its always ridiculously high. $.10 (that’s 10 cents) worth is all you really need to get you going for most of Sunday morning.
10/7 – Party in Madina
The next weekend, I went to the 21st birthday party of the daughter of the landlord of one of my drum teachers. It was kind of cool, because the power was out in that neighborhood and so the generator-powered party was the only light or electricity around for a while. It was a great party, with a lot of really good food and an awesome DJ. I found it really interesting because it was my first real encounter with the richer side of Ghanaian society, and my first time on the “other” side of the barbed-wire capped walls that surround the mansions here. To be cliche, it drove home the extent of the differences between the haves and have-nots in Ghana. Anyways, after the party, which ended around 4am, we walked home, which wouldn’t be normally be noteworthy, but it was a full moon, the brightest one I’ve ever seen, and really clear skies, which, combined with the fact that there were no visible lights anywhere, was amazing to see. On the walk home, we thought it would be funny to stop by the house of my other drum teacher, who was fasting for Ramadan, and wake him up (he had to get up early anyways to eat before sunrise). However, we were sorely disappointed when we got there and he was already standing outside. We didn’t get the joy of waking him up, but it was still fun to see my inebriated, much larger drum teacher jump onto the back of my half-asleep, much smaller drum teacher who was just trying to brush his teeth in peace at the butt-crack of dawn. But yeah, I love the neighborhood where my drum teachers live. In addition to them, there’s a few other people I’m friends with in the performing arts department who live within a five minute walk in any direction. It’s a cute little community. I hang out there whenever I get the chance now. That weekend I also learned how to do laundry by hand. I’m a big kid now.
10/13 – Mampong Funeral, Hewale Anniversary, and Afiadenyigba Funeral
This weekend was interesting as I went to two different funerals, one Ewe and one Akan. The first, on Friday, was the funeral of a chief of the same town I went to for the funeral in September. It was raining, so not too much was going on this time, but I met a lot more people in my porter’s town. They take the open casket idea even farther here, and with many people, set them up completely as if they were alive, dressed in their finest and sitting up in a chair, and people file into and out of a room to see the body. In this case it was a chief, so they outfitted the three-months dead body in the full chief regalia. I’d never seen a dead body before, so it was quite an experience.
That evening, I went to the tenth-anniversary performance of my drum teacher’s group, Hewale Sounds, at this place called Alliance Francaise. There a lot of people I knew from around campus there, it had really good food, and the performance went really well, so it was a good night all around.
The next day I went to another funeral, this time in the Volta region. The deceased was the mother of one of the drummers in the dance department at the university. I bus from the university went, and it was really fun because for around the last hour and half of the ride there, and the entire ride back, most of the bus was singing and going nuts. When we got there, we performed a few songs, ate a crapload, and then went to the main funeral grounds where the entire village was out dancing and drumming. They had the body set out here too, but it wasn’t quite as creepy as the first one. I even danced at this funeral for a little. The little old ladies got a big kick out of it. When we were performing it was pretty funny to see people’s faces when they saw me sit down to drum.
The next day I went with some friends to Kokrobitey, a beach about 30km (not sure how many miles that is) west of Accra, and way nicer then the ones in town. It’s a big rasta hangout, and there’s a few really cheap, chill hotels within a minute of the beach. The water and beach are way cleaner then in town, and its cool to watch the fishing boats coming in and out all day. They have some damn good food there as well.
10/20 – Dagbe 3
This was our last trip the Dagbe center as a group, and it was, again, a great time. I finished learning most of the master drum part for the dance we were doing, Gahu. Saturday night, they had us perform for the village, which was fun, and after the main part where we danced, they had us play all the drum parts, and I got to play master drum, which was pretty cool. I threw in this part that I knew from listening to them play but they hadn’t taught me, and the Ghanaians flipped. Afterwards, the local kids performed for us, and they were awesome. Most of the drummers were under the age of 14 and they were all freaking amazing. Otherwise, it was basically the same as the other times. The kids were ridiculously cute, the food really good, and the whole vibe of the village chill.
10/23 – Sala
Sala is what Muslims in Ghana call Eid-ul-Fitr, the celebration after the fasting month of Ramadan is finished, and apparently the biggest holiday of the Muslim year. Sunday night and Monday morning I went over to my drum teachers house and had some really awesome northern style food that his girlfriend cooked, and then Monday afternoon we went into town, near La beach, for a celebration that some of the Dagombas who live in Accra organized. It was a little smaller then I was expecting, but we all had a really good time, and they got a big kick out of me trying to do their dance. I even got my friend to lend me the big smock they traditionally wear in the North, which actually hid a lot of how much I suck at dancing, so it was cool.
10/28 – Akosombo Dam and Dodi Island
Last weekend we had our last Tufts trip. They took us to Akosombo Dam, which provides the lion’s share of power to most of the country, and then they took us on a boat trip to Dodi Island, a two hour ride on the river up from the dam, and a really nice place, but a bit of a tourist trap. The island seems to be isolated save for the boat trips that bring tourists a few times a week. Oddly enough, the boat ride reminded me a lot of the ride I took on the lake in Zurich, Switzerland. The scenery was eerily similar. Afterwards, they took us to a market that’s known for its beads, but I ended up buying way more fabric then beads. I’m getting addicted to the fabric here, and getting pretty damn good at bargaining for it.
Which brings us to this past weekend. Thursday and Friday the Performing Arts department had a wakekeeping for the former master drummer of the Dance Ensemble, Adade Ofori, which involved a lot of drumming, as usual, outside the dance hall. Saturday was the main funeral, which was smaller then I would have expected for a man as important as this guy. It’s generally believed in Ghana that if a person doesn’t receive a funeral befitting their status, the spirit will come back to haunt those who knew them, so the funerals here often resemble huge celebrations punctuated with a few sad moments. But the Dance Ensemble put in quite an effort to make sure there was proper drumming, at least, but the funeral itself was kinda small. All wasn’t lost though. In the town near where the funeral was, I found this cheese that I’ve been looking for since I went to the north but haven’t been able to find down here. It’s called wagashe (I’m making up the spelling) and my friend explained to me how it was made but I forgot. It’s from the Fulanis, a nomadic ethnic group that can be found around the northern parts of the coastal West African countries. It’s probably my new favorite food here, and now that I know what it’s called some people told me where I can find it closer to campus. Anyways, after the funeral, I went with my friends again to Kokrobitey, and stayed the night this time, which was cool. And I got madddd tan. Finally.
Whew…
So I think I’m gonna try to post once a week for the rest of the time I’m here. Let’s see how that works.