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Playlist of My (Ghana) Life

Over the past two weeks, I have been obsessed with watching Teen Vogue's "Playlist of My Life" videos (since I have had access to Wifi and don't have to waste data waiting for things to buffer). It is so fun to hear what songs mean a lot to famous actors and musicians and the memories they elicit. Inspired by these videos, I have made a playlist of my Ghana life full of songs that, ten, twenty, and even fifty years from now, will make me think of my time here. Note- I obviously do not own any of these songs. I am only adding these videos to make the listening experience easier for any friends and family reading this post. 1. AKWAABA - GuiltyBeatz (ft. Mr Eazi, Pappy Kojo and Patapaa) As soon as you arrive on Ghana soil, you see all sorts of signs with "Akwaaba!!" emblazoned on them. It takes only a few minutes to realize this means "welcome" in Twi, the language most widely spoken in southern Ghana. When I started training in Eastern Regi...

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US Impressions in Ghana

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Being in Peace Corps is all about sharing information, whether it be recipes, dance steps, or language. I am sure many of you have seen pictures of me stirring banku, wearing an oversized kente smock, and attending baby naming ceremonies. However, this exchange is not one way. A big portion of my service has been me explaining the United States and its culture to the people I meet here in Ghana. Explaining, you might ask? Doesn’t the world already know about the U.S. from TV, movies, and the news? After all, we are one of the most powerful countries in the world (and express that in many ways, from military “might” to cultural hegemony to unequal trade laws). While it is true that Ghana has received a lot of information about the United States from TV, movies, and the news, it is easy to see just how limited in scope that glimpse into American culture is. For one, whenever I have a conversation about my home country with a Ghanaian, they always think that everyone there is w...

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On Being LGBTQ+ in Ghana

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Image credit In honor of National Coming Out Day, I want to take some time to take a look at the experience of LGBTQ+ PCVs and Ghanaians. Many who fall outside of the "straight" norm are often forced to hide their identity to avoid persecution and, in some cases, death. But why should these folks hide a major part of their identities? For one, being queer is seen as going against religion, which is a major part of the Ghanaian way of life. Ghanaians are very religious and believe that everything in the Bible and the hadith (sayings attributed to Mohammad) is law and should be strictly followed. Various passages in both of these sources explicitly declare homosexual acts to be abominable, and thus to be avoided. Thus, if one engaged in a same-sex relationship, he would be sinning against God and carrying out the “work of the devil.” However, sinning against God is often not the first argument Ghanaians make as to why homosexuality is wrong. Most point to the...

Transitioning

Since being pulled out of my site in June, I have been in the middle of one of the biggest transitions of my life. Ask any Peace Corps Volunteer, and they will tell you that the first month or two at site is the hardest. You are dropped into a place where you don’t know much of the language (except what little you learned during training… unless you’re a Deaf Ed volunteer, in which case you know nothing), don’t know where anything is located, and only know the one person who brought you to your site. Those first few months are therefore spent trying to learn some practical phrases in the local language, making friends, and figuring out which lady sells the best street food. I went through this process back in August 2018. I arrived in Wa and, after deciding I didn’t care much for the person who brought me to site (he was a little too sexist for my taste), realized I had zero friends. Thankfully, I made friends with Christie, the only deaf teacher at my school, who let me trail ...