THROUGH MY IVORIAN DIARY 2

Ok! Ok! People my girlfriend just reminded me that I have to write about the second part of my diary. Remember my first one
I miss the food. I remember the second day I got to Ivory Coast my Uncle Isaac & I went out to buy this Ivorian dish, ‘Atieke’. I hesitated on seeing the food looking at the location and the kind of hands handling the food. OMG! It was gooooooooood. I just can’t explain the composition. When you travel to the place one day and believe me you should. Try the Ivorian dishes but not too much though. You see Ivorians love sweet things and so much, in fact almost all their dises have a lot of sugar, oil in them. That makes them so tasty but bad if taken over repeated times. Yuuuuuuuuuuuuum-yum! Ok I’ll try to explain, it is like cassava that has been gotten to look like ‘gari’ (do you know gari…oh boy don’t get lost) you just have to come to Africa or maybe lets use rice then green pepper, onions, and tomatoes are sprinkled over it. it is so good! I realy feel for some right now. LOL. And you I miss their fufu although I don’t really like it that much because they use ripe plantain, which makes the whole thing sweet. Normally in Ghana we use the unripe ones and that was what I knew. This new one was different but then again I was all in for different. They usually had both people making the dish sitting down or then only one person did it. The sitting down part really didn’t go well with me because in Ghana the pistil was heavy, theirs was very light. Someone passed a comment and said, Ivorian didn’t ike to work too much and so tried to make everything easy hence the ripe plantain which was easy to pound and the light pistil, makes it all easy. Then there was this meat being sold all over the place, roasted meat…gosh! I miss those so much. It was so good! The first day I was like, ‘what is this?’ and before I knew it I was saying, ‘can we buy ‘meat’?’ like I said, go to Ivory Coast. Well as for eating, I ate a lot, I grew big when I was there.

I miss the teachers and workers who names I can’t begin to mention. There was Micahlord who came later when I was there, Richmond, Elizabeth (who left later), Aunt Cecilia (the assistant headmistress- she was like a mom and a fried at the same. She was one of the very first people who helped me get familiar with the place), there was Aunt Mercy, Xavier (I don’t want to say weird but yeah I said it and still coming up in the English language), Uncle Parkis (I didn’t really see much of him there except during exams because of the photocopies), there was Uncle Joe (I miss that guy, very funny, very welcoming, open, like a brother and he will tease you, I mean T.E.A.S.E!), there was Aunt Mary (omg I heard she’s married! IS that true? I use to work with her and Aunt Dorcas (another mother, always looking out for me) and Araba and the other lady I can’t remember her name in the canteen, there was Sylvester (the hard-working, no-spending funniest grade 4 teacher), and there were the two we-will-worry-Edwin-Liberians or is one Sierra Leonean,Jack and Taylor (those two are a pair), Aunt Louis, there were the hardworking drivers, Konan, Ambrose, Bartholomew, Francis, so many! There was Jules (who worked in the library, I loved his company, loved talking to him about everything, I miss him a lot maybe because he was working in the first lace I worked when I got there but he left when I was there, there was uhmm so-so-so many workers, yeah the nurse, she was always very nice and very persistent. I miss you all.

I miss my uncle Isaac. If there any one on top of my I miss list. He would be on top. He encouraged me to come the first time and he always made the place interesting for me. there were times I so left like going home back to Ghana but he always made me feel at home and now I’m actually missing the place today. Hmmmmmm. He is the main architect. He is one in a million, no a gazillion For all he has done for me, taking me round, helping me with the French, taking me to meet people, going place, shopping, eating lots of meat. LOL. He is the best. He is soon going to marry, I wish him all the best and a blissful married life.

I especially miss the family I lived with- the Takyi-Mensah’s. I loved that family so much. They are so generous and I know that God keeps blessing them because of that. They are dedicated to work, to God, to helping people, etc. My Aunt Vivian and her husband the big Uncle Dan made the place a warm place always. They didn’t make me miss my parents to much or feel too free to be far away from home because they were my parents, always watchful. They placed the cherry on my stay in Abidjan, they made the place feel warm for me and welcoming. Always a pleasure to be in their company, always! And I will always thank them for making me experience my first air flight trip. Thanks!

I miss bugging my cousin Adom the most. Oh did I tell you that Adom, the graced is with me on the same campus. Amazing huh?! I miss bugging my cousin all the time, everytime, so much so that my Uncle Isaac also kept saying jokingly, ‘you people are cousins oh!’. Uncle we knowwwwwwww! I used to bug her for food and when it came to washing dishes after meals, she wasn’t really a fun and I didn’t mind washing and so I did them or started and then Aunt Vivian came and told her to take over and stop making me wash and then Adom will later get a little angry at me for always washing. ‘ as if she didn’t like, I did then anyways. She tried to be pissed! now she’s here, I haven’t really started bugging her but I will, soon!

I miss Tonton Jean and Tante Christie. They are an amazing couple. The man is the administrator of the school and he used to live in the same house with the Takyi-Mensah’s but they later moved out to their own house and that was closer to their workplace so it was cool. Tante Christie and I always used to quarrel over who was her first born, me or Adom. She always sided with Adom saying she got to know Adom first. She said, “Adom est mon premiere bebe’ and me the second. She was like a mother too. Hmmmmmmmmmm I miss them so much, I haven’t been able to call her since I got back. I know they are fine. I pray that all their prayers come to pass.

I miss the French movies and television. One thing that will definitely help you to study a new language is to watch a lot of their television programs and movies, specially those with subtitles to begin with. It helped me a lot. In a situation where I couldn’t get English and everything around me was French. The first day I got there and put on the television and they started speaking French and I switch the channel and the next too was French and I didn’t understand a word. Maybe because I was too busy sayig, ‘is this what I’m going to be hearing all the time’. The most annoying part was that there had only two channels, all French and when one was boring and the other too was boring, you were stuck. For DVD French movies I had a sturdy collection of those. I miss then. Now sometimes I watch movies with French subtitles and even French audio, if it was an original DVD. You could always switch the language. Over there in all French land, I missed English a lot several times. I thank God I was living with an English family and then I grew to love BBC in English and French (with French I had no option than to listen)

I miss the students. The students were one of the best part being there, from the little ones to the big ones. Of course they are students, you will definitely have a couple trying to be stubborn. It was really funny sometimes seeing some students trying so hard to be stubborn…and of course the nerds, the brainy, the average, the not-so-want-to-school-type, the-my-parents-forced-me-to-come-to school ones, every kind. I really liked being in their company, especially in the canteen. I can say that now because I miss them. Certainly not when I saw there. Come on! Seeing those kids do running around, and not listening to instruction was so frustrating sometimes. I even wondered whether I was like that sometimes. I don’t think so. I was a very good kid. What?! LOL I sure can’t wait for you to blow my horn. of course I had favourites with the little kids, there was Nadia, Cecilia, there was Rohit, Faikat (she was the first kids I had conversation with. She was in grade 4 then in summer school. She came to the library and I asked her to help me with French. She said okay but never really helped. Of course she was a kid, shy and all), there was Aurelia (always couldn’t stop searching for me, she practically asked me not to go back to Ghana but stay with her in Abidjan. I promised coming to see her some day. She didn’t like it but she agreed.), there were so so many Marie-Christie and all the many others. I also miss most of the big kids, I can’t say I do miss the stubborn ones that much… I can’t mention names, otherwise I won’t be able to finish.

I miss Saturdays. Those days were somewhat the laziest days for me, of course if I took Sundays out. On Saturdays I always started by washing my clothes, then after a while Uncle Isaac and I went to work. Some parents loved coming on Saturdays to find out about the school but the number wasn’t too much. Many times you could get only one or two and so browsing the internet almost 24/7 was so on. I miss browsing all the time so that I even got tired of the internet a number of times. Did you hear that? MEEE, got tired of internet, totally untrue! lol. And then some Saturdays after work we didn’t go straight home, we went to shop, see around Abidjan, complain about my uncle speeding (you can’t blame the man he loved to speed) I seldom sat in the house on Saturdays to watch movies and eat lot.

I miss the public transport. OMG! Their day-to-day buses were like a death trap. The buses’ bodies were locally manufactured. I remember seeing, AFRICAUTO on almost all of them. I began to wondered if it was a company that manufactured the bodies. They needed to be checked. The bus so light that I felt it could topple over and coincidentally the drivers of all of those buses loved to speed. I don’t blame them it had big roads and few cars. Those we need in Ghana! (anybody listening?!!!!) I miss having to play over what I’m going to say in my head in French the moment I got into the bus, where I was going to get down, how much? I did that all the time when. Of course you still had your normal rowdy bus conductor jumping on board the moving car and the fairly old tattered clothes. You just need to see the bus. They called them ‘Gbacar’ Is the spelling right?
I so miss that place. I have to re-visit that place. I miss Abidjan.
THE END!

 

THROUGH MY IVORIAN DIARY 1

 I MISS ABIDJAN

Oh boy vacation’s about to end in a few weeks and I was thinking about how my vacation would have been if I went to Abidjan. I told Vida during the past semester that I would love to go to back to Abidjan but I just couldn’t. I guess God had other plans and I can’t say this vacation hasn’t been an experience, it really has. I have met new people, I had new ideas, and I finish reviewing, rewriting and redoing three of my books which I have put off for a while now. Well, well, well I am not talking about that today.

 Gosh! Sometimes I just sit back and realize I miss Cote D’Ivoire so much. I miss everything there.

 I miss having to wake up knowing that I had to find or conjure all the French words in my head because the first person I will meet at work will rub some French in my face. Everybody spoke French, some partially like some teachers I know there (names withheld), some as bad as myself and probably worse so everywhere you would hear French. Whether you were in or out? You’d still get French rubbed in your face. There were times I couldn’t understand what someone probably said, I just had to pretend I did, especially when I first got there but sometimes I was practically impossible to ignore or pretend especially when they needed a response. I used to turn to my French speaking uncle for support which sometimes I got other times he just wasn’t going to help. He’d rather give me clues. Damn! I didn’t neeeeeeeeed clues! I remember when I first got there I didn’t even understand when someone asked me how I was doing or said good morning. Sometimes it sounded gibberish that’s why I couldn’t make it out. I felt they talked too fast. I had an experience with Aunt Cecilia, the assistant headmistress, the first day I went to work. She greeted good morning and oh I pretended like it wasn’t me. I didn’t want to be caught in the web. What if I didn’t hear good morning? Then my unsupportive uncle called out to me and said she greeted and then oh I remember what that was in French. Dude my head was working. The most annoying but funny part was in the canteen on the first few occasions. The workers were mostly Ghanaian which meant they could speak my local language but no!!! All I could hear was gibberish! LOL All I thought was ‘in the canteen too! Gosh can I at least not hear any one word in French whiles I was trying to eat the Ivorian dish. (You heard me I said trying!) How long I’m I going to take this?’ I missed English!

I miss the work. I miss typing those letters, réinscription…something about certificat de scolarité (I don’t quite remember) and some others and transcripts. That was a big one in the job. My uncle Isaac usually tossed that one to me. It was easy if you found all the records of the student early otherwise you had to look through files upon files. I must say it was fun but stressful especially when a teacher probably entered and said he wanted a photocopy of something and only two people were allowed to touch the machine, my uncle Isaac and I. It only meant one thing it was I most of the time that had to see to the teachers. I miss the teachers bugging me with photocopies upon photocopies but I loved the part when my aunt Vivian told me she wanted to view all the documents for photocopy before I went through with them. What can I say? It took a lot of pressure off me because there were specific days for photocopying and I could do all at once and I miss the teachers pleading for their copies to be done but…guess what I just couldn’t help them….lol. The part about that photocopying job is was so tiring and stressful was during examinations. Oh My God! They had to be made right in the school and I had to make sure they were done on time and had several copies of the answer sheets the day before. I miss when I didn’t check the calendar properly and when I got home I realized it and couldn’t wait to get to work early the next day to do it before the time was up. I miss having to feel responsible for the question papers and taking them to the exams hall myself. The stressful part was when the teachers in the exams hall weren’t patient enough especially after canteen time. I had other responsibilities you know… lol Oh yes! The photocopying was half the real job the real one was the canteen. I had to go there both at ten and twelve to work. There was a system whereby some children had the canteen already paid for in the office, some didn’t. The workers in the canteen didn’t know who was who so I had to make sure those who had paid already where given their fair ration. Sounds easy but it wasn’t. Why? They were children, from grade 1 to grade 12. They won’t be straight in the queue, some would play till recess was over then they would come for food, some tried to mess around and fight and the noise, oh boy… JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS! You know the way kids are. Some would even come to you with all sorts of lies, and say they had paid and whiles you looked on the list you had to be looking at the serving going on otherwise someone would be wrongfully served. I can’t even begin to talk about it. I still miss the work in the canteen. I remember one time I asked a 9^th grader how old she thought I was and she said I was 26. OMG! 26!!!!!!!!!!! :O Is it just me or she didn’t know a thing about faces and ages? I was just 18 or do I look that old? Nope! I always see myself as having a baby face. Hmmmmm or have I been lying to mi self?

I miss the end of the months. You know why? The money! Who said getting paid is not fulfilling? Not that I was spending the money on myself. I wasn’t! When it was time to go I had gathered some substantial amount of money I came invested with when I came back to Ghana. Uh-ha I remember what my huge expenses really where, long distance calls. I miss making long distance calls and the network I was using, KoZ. It was the cheaper to use in calling. I miss having finished making a call then going back out to buy some more to call. The things I mainly did with my salary and any money I got, tithe and credit. I miss my cousins, Abena and Adom complaining about me only buying call credit. They always talked about me not buying clothes and anything. Well, I eventually did but I don’t think it was to their satisfaction but hey I tried.

I miss Tuesday Home Cell meetings. I can tell you honestly that sometimes I really didn’t want to participate but you had no option. Not that you were forced but you just had to. People from church around the neighbourhood came over on Tuesday for cell meeting where we discussed what we had studied at church the Sunday before. Guess what? When you live in a French country, it’s all in French. The one thing I love to do so much also had to be in French. Uncle Isaac had someone translate in church for me during the first few months till I could actually understand myself but I’m sure the annoying thing for my uncle Isaac was that he had to translate for me and them at the cell meetings whatever I had to say and vice versa. He was just lucky I was tired from work so I didn’t say much…but when I starting speaking French myself, I didn’t say much either. Hey I wanted to keep my words short, don’t blame me! lol I miss the members of the cell…there was this guy who always took us in different directions far from the main topic. He deviated too often. I miss Bienvenue, Eric, Tante Christie, Tonton Jacques, Xavier, there was a woman who always sat by the door (I can’t seem to remember her name), and another fair guy who stammered (damn I can’t remember his name) but I miss them all. I miss the prayer topics segment where everyone raised his own topic himself and we all prayed about it. I miss some pray topics of some people especially the marriage one, as for me, when I started speaking French all I thought when it was prayer topic time was, ‘keep it short and simple!’ I miss when everyone at cell meetings looked to my lil cousin Adom to raise a song. There were times when the other French members didn’t show up. Don’t get too excited yet, we still had it. lol During those times my Aunt will ask me to bring a Ghanaian local song. I miss having to go through my head and not finding a single one. I guess French had gotten the better part of me. It was easier to remember a French song than Ghanaian local one.

I miss the French church we went to, Eglise Baptiste. It was French but the Pastor, Pastor Diato (did I get the name and spelling right?)  spoke English and French but mainly preached in French so my uncle had to get a translator for me from the first day. He first stopped this younger lady to translate for me who declined when my uncle pointed to me…maybe she was shy (Later it turned out she didn’t speak good English and Ivorians didn’t like getting laughed at. That’s what they thought would happen when they erred in someone’s language and now she going to translate for a pure English person. I don’t blame her) I didn’t have time to laugh at someone else, I had problem grasping the French myself. The annoying thing was when people told you French is easier to learn than English as if that helped. Bottom line I got a nice young gentleman called Elvis to translate for me. He wasn’t so good but I was impressed he wasn’t shy to say what he knew. If he erred I corrected him. He actually encouraged me to learn the French language because although he wasn’t too good he tried and he was able to communicate. I miss when we laughed about some of our mistakes. I miss when he was dancing to songs and still translating them for me. I miss offertory time when everyone went to the front to put their offering in the bowl and there was a little praises afterwards. I miss dancing up to the front like nobody’s business because no-one knew me that well. Although some said I dance well after the service ended, even my Aunt and Uncle who I lived with were surprised the first time they saw me dancing in front. Usually I would wait till after the offering was collected then I would get up and dance to the front. I miss their French songs most and Ghanaian local songs they tried singing. Church was one part of Abidjan I loved. And the beautiful young ladies that I wanted to befriend and talk to but the barrier in communication. OMG! I hated that then but I miss it, constructing French phrases in my head to make conversations with them but boy oh boy, it would have been easier in Ghana. lol

These other issues I’ll talk about in THROUGH MY IVORIAN DIARY 2.

I miss the food.

I miss the teachers and workers who names I can’t begin to mention.

I miss my uncle Isaac.

I especially miss the family I lived with.

I miss bugging my cousin Adom the most.

I miss Tonton Jean

I miss the French movies and television.

I miss the students.

I miss Saturdays.

I miss the public transport.

Join me later in the second part…

 

Retelling the French Voyage Pt.2

I have been kind of stubborn haven’t I? Yeah! I know people, I know! The last time I told you about the French voyage; it was less 48 hours to leaving the French man’s Abidjan. Well, guess what it is now about fours days after I got here. Now I’m sitting here telling myself that maybe I should have really have written this thing when I was there with the cool air blowing all my face. Like I said, I know, okay!

       

         Well, let’s me just tell you about the 48 hours less to departure from Abidjan. Boy! I was excited all over, whether it was my first time in a plane, or it was the way I missed home so much. Don’t blame me, I mean how could you? Home is home, no place like it.

Within those few hours left to go. The house was empty; my two lovely cousins had travelled. I thought initially it would have got to me, but few minutes later, I was up the stairs cleaning the dishes, and getting juice from the fridge. If there’s one thing that Abidjan gave me that I didn’t have apart from the French, then it would be taking juices. I love their juices and drinks. I knew I had to buy some to put in my bag to bring it here, and sure I did!

The day my cousins left, it was a bit late; their flight was about 2am in the morning. Good graces! Why do some flights have to so early? I didn’t ask for you answer. No offense taken, right?   So after I came down to watch television, and as usual it was boring. Maybe it is my doing because when I came back to Ghana too, I realized that I really haven’t enjoyed television, maybe movies, but I have mainly stuck with my laptop. Okay! Let me ask you one question, do you find television nowadays boring, maybe not entirely but marginally? Tell me.

 

             The people: Cote d’ Ivoire, okay! Let’s get the facts right from the beginning. I mean Abidjan, not the whole country. Why? Well that’s where I lived. What I saying before you wanted me to explain things? Ahh! The people! Allow me to talk about the women. I remember the first day I went through the country, no! actually the second day. Someone made a comment, “Ivorian women are beautiful than Ghanaian women.” I laughed. Probably I was been patriotic, the person would have said, but then… not that I mean to say they are ugly. No, I didn’t say that. Don’t get me wrong. There’s one thing with the behaviour of the women that thrilled me, all the time. A very usual sight to see in the country is women who went wherever in a piece of cloth. Ok! I don’t mean to be so critical but…Jeees! You know like the ordinary cloth maybe you cover yourself in, when in bed. That’s even too big. I dislike the sight. I know, Africa and all but then come on, Ivorian women; we are in the 21^st century. Hey! You are getting me wrong again. I didn’t say all their women do that.

 

             The last point I’ll touch on will be the transport. I usually went to work in a private car, or the school bus. Seldom did I take the public transport. There are three or four kinds of public transport over short distances. The first is the local body manufactured, “Gbacar”. I don’t even know if I had the spelling right. The buses looked too awful, more like some sort of death trap. Almost all of those buses had the name, “Africauto” written on it. I always thought it was some African-Ivorian designer. I earlier told you that the car body was locally made. My African pals; I don’t mean to be the guy seeing all the wrong things here, but where’s the perfection and beauty of art in what we do. Well, those few occasions I sat in the bus was an amazing experience. The bus I was expecting to be so slow was speeding past better built cars. The way the driver drove made you wonder what would happen if the worse happens. Whoosh! I don’t want to imagine things now. It will kind of give you an idea when I tell you, it is like a death trap. I recall seeing one smoking from within and the passengers had to quickly get out.

                In Abidjan there are two kinds of taxi services, there’s the red and the yellow. The yellow coloured taxis were all old; sorry I mean OLD! I’m trying to imagine if I ever saw a slightly brand new looking, “Wororo- the local name” The name alone gives it away, “wororo;” as if the car can hardly support itself and has to be dragged everywhere the drivers took it. I never did sit in one of those. Sure u can guess; that was the less expensive type of transport. I use mostly the red ones, these one look better. The difference was not only in the colour; the red taxis had a counter in it. Where you don’t bargain anything if you don’t want to, the counter will tell you at the end of your destination and you pay, no questions asked.

 

                  Touching on the last part of this script will be the last transport service. It is one of those long buses run by a company called Sotra. The kind of buses that have so few seats and a lot more space for people to stand. Wow! You should see the scene on a busy work day. The bus is so packed, I sometimes wonder if the people are able to breathe. Seriously, things have to change but I still enjoyed “en tous cas” my stay there, being the first time I came out of my own country, it was an experience I’ll never forget. If there’s more, I’ll tell you, but that’s what I can bring my mind to remember.