Ghanaman Prose

My brothers and sisters, first and foremost, I think basically that Ghanaians
are a great bunch of people. We have our own expressions that are understood
only by us. They come in various ways. We like to happy ourselves. Is that true
for all Ghanaians, you may ask. My response? “Who told you?”

As a matter of fact, when you are contributing to a debate, you may get a
response from a panellist to say your argument does not wash, because the issue
is neither here nor there. Should in case you try to correct him, he will stand
him ground, that his point is the gospel truth, actually true fact. Should you
try to interrupt, he will insist that you let him land. Otherwise, he will
shout, “Please give me a break!”

Try putting in a call to the ECG consumer care line (does one exist?) to
complain about an issue. The standard response: “We are working on it.” Walk to
the centre, and you may meet workers there, and not get any response because ‘we
are on break’. Break can last for 3 hours. Try telling them that it is not good
customer service, and the response will be “my friend, what is your beef? This
is not America. You are even lucky we haven’t closed at 2pm”.

Supposing you work in that establishment and want things to be done differently,
you will be asked ‘Is it your father’s work?’ Don’t push too much, because you
will be branded as ‘too known’. Be careful, because the next time you misbehave,
a superior could show you where power lies. A colleague may even warn you to be
careful – “you di3, you know know!” The thing is that you may end up dismissed.

As far as these service providers are concerned, we have gone to the drawing
board for too long; I wonder the efficacy of the modalities that have been drawn
to move them forward. In this democratic dispensation, our leaders need to
expedite action to get them to be efficient; already we are reeling under the
effect of the ecomini. Then, and only then, can we say ‘Thumps up!’ to them.


When speaking to a Ghanaman, especially an older folk, and something is unclear,
don’t say ‘what do you mean?’. That is an insult. You can say ‘I beg your
pardon?’. Otherwise, you could be called a bleddy fool!

The rainy season in Ghana brings with it various excuses to skip work,
especially for those in the civil service. You will find the guy pulling his
cloth around him the more, as the rain hits his roof. The standard expression is
“The weather bring itself! As for this weather, hmmm.” Frankly speaking, he is
not going to work!

“Chop, make I chop some”; now that is not referring to a chop bar experience. It
is the practice of hand-go-hand-come, corruption spread thinly so everyone is
settled. If you attempt to swerve any member of the team, you will be asked
“Charlie, where is my share?” Sometimes, one officer takes the lead in the
corruption move and gives the rest back passes.


In a trotro, when the vehicle approaches where a passenger wants to alight, you
could hear “Bass stop! I will drop here!” The mate should by now be ready with
the passenger’s balance. If you don’t give the mate enough notice before your
bass stop, be ready to experience a jolt as the driver applies apokye brake!

“Ei, Kwaku, I see you ch3 o!”
“Yes o, Akwasi! Do you know something? The last time, I was sitting my somewhere
when I got a call from Bruno, you remember him?”
“Oh no, please remember me of him.”
“Ah, this boy who was in House 1!”
“Ahaa, I remember. But when you see him, will you see him?”
That means that because it’s been such a long time, it could be difficult to
recognise him.

“OK Charlie, we will crush tomorrow.”

I like booklong people. They like book and they love to read. But the Ghanaman
is likely to ask you why you are booklong like that, if all you do it to study,
and quote big English.


When a statement seems too good to be true, the Ghanaman will exclaim “As for
this one paa di3!” But if the matter sweet him, he will say “Say it and say it
again!” or “Repeat it again!” But if the issue is worrying or irritating, you
will hear him say “What kind matter koraa be this?”

When I attend events, and the MC starts by saying, without much ado (some
actually say ‘without much I do’), he will be brief, I laugh; usually the
opposite happens. Or when a speaker opens by “ I won’t take much of your time”,
watch out. In church, when the pastor states “In conclusion...”, be prepared for
one more hour of the sermon, particularly if he is in the spirit. You will never
be the same, again. All too soon, which does not come soon enough, the pastor
will touch on his ‘last but not the least’ point and you may heave a sigh of
relief.


Ingenuity is a strong characteristic of a Ghanaman. ,Take away’ used to be
available only for check-check or fried rice. These days, you can do take away
from chop bars, with fufu and light soup koraa. When you leave the food joint,
don’t be surprised to hear the proprietor say that ‘Please return back soon’,
sure of his good customer service. However, if you go to such a joint and change
your mind about patronising, perhaps due to insanitary conditions and are called
back, you could give an excuse that you are not going away totally, just going
to come. Express your opinion about the insanitary conditions, and you may hear
someone who disagrees with you saying ‘but you why?’

In fact, Ghana dey be! I feel you, Ghanaians.

With ECG’s dum-sor-dum-sor antics, we usually don’t have the opportunity to off
the light in the mornings.


Ask a Ghanaman how he is doing. “We are managing o”, “It is not easy o” or “By
his grace o”. Home hard usually, raining but the ground is still hard. But how
for do? Small small, e go be. God dey.

We are noted for our courtesy, especially in addressing older folks. The
combinations are endless and sometimes needless: Bra Oldman, Sister girl, Auntie
Sister, Uncle Dada.

Some people just love to eat. Ghanaman will call such a person a foodian. When a
foodian is your buddy buddy and visits you whilst eating, be careful about
telling him ‘you are invited’ or ‘you have met me’. He could take over your meal
and also ask silly questions like ‘was the akrantie shot or killed in a trap?’ A
good answer, particularly if you are not amused, could be ‘lightning killed it!’
You will talk true! Shine your eyes about such friends.

As kids, we knew such friends, so when they found us eating, we would jokingly
say, “All hands are invited except those who will eat!” Some foodians were not
shy koraa, they would still join in!

Don’t cross the big men in our society. “Do you know who I am? Who are you? Who
born dog? Who born you by mistake?’ are some of the expressions you could hear.
If you are bold to stand up to them, the really annoyed one can tell you ‘Go way
you! The cheek of it!’ Please increase the distance between you and that big
man, otherwise you will smell pepper and be laughing at the wrong side of your
mouth.

In relationship and marriages, choices differ. Some of the ladies like thick
tall men and some like slim machos. Some men like women with enough body.

I was listening to a twi commentary on radio. Kotoko was playing against Hearts
of Oak. It was a cagey encounter. “Mine oh mine,” the commentator kept
repeating. He gave the commentary in between adverts for the many sponsors, most
of them locally produced blood tonics. I wondered whether the players took those
tonics instead of water on the field of play.

Watch repairers, tailors, seamstresses, radio repairs – these are amongst the
artisans whose words are taken with bags of Annapurna salt. You visit their
shops to check on the progress of your job. “Oh small time, I will finish; e lef
small.” When they ask you to look up, look down, otherwise a piece of wood will
pierce your eyes! When they see you approaching their shops, they pick up your
article or equipment; once you leave, they switch to another’s.


Thiefman thief thiefman, no one vex! A simple law in Ghana. Similar to the law
that says “you do me, I do you”. All die be die!


When I went to Form 1 for my secondary education, it was a whole different
world. On the walls of my dormitory, I found out that some of those who had left
had their names written there, as a reminder that they were there some. Apart
from the memorial on the walls, no one remembered them. Some would come to visit
the school, expecting some sort or remembrance. Zilch. They would ask the little
ones :”When we were we, where were you?” Excuse me to say, we were in cyto and
preparatory schools. They may have been obontias in their time but they forgot
that ‘no condition is permanent’.


Dining hall food made us miss home made cho all the time. Except for the mamabas
and dadabas who were visited every weekend.

Some of the concoctions we were served in school defied characterisation. Some
swore that the kontomire stew we were served was actually made from cassava
leaves. Once a week, we got one egg each. For breakfast. Went with the bread and
milo tea. Sometimes, we experienced scattey in the dining hall. Free for all.
That was the only time the junior boys got more than a paltry portion.

One day, there was scattey. This friend of mine got an entire table’s portion of
bread. This guy was a good runner. He could run like something. He really tried,
his skin caught him papa, but he survived the chaos in the hall. After managing
to exit the hall with two surviving loaves, an intelligent senior boy standing
by the entrance just called him over, took the two loaves of bread (cut into
five parts, with the one hard end) and just gave him that hard end of one of the
loaves. Agyeiiii, monkey dey work, baboon dey chop! My friend was livid. “Nana,
my eyes are red, but how for do? I can only hit him stick.”

In Ghana, people are willing to give you directions when you ask. However, there
are basically two problems. First and foremost, if the person doesn’t know, he
won’t tell you. Secondly, the instructions are rarely conclusive. Check out
these directions to the post office: “please go straight aah, you will see a
mango tree, pass in front of it and turn left, go straight again and ask anybody
you see.”

Then there are those who never keep to their time. They follow the Ghana Man
Time. You have an appointment and they call you a few minutes to the time.
“Charlie, I dey traffic inside o!” or “I am in a long line at Circle.”
Meanwhile, Ghanaman hasn’t even left his house. If such a person is a friend,
you have to manage the relationship well, otherwise you will not be on speaking
terms with him soon. Usually, it is better to speak your mind and tell him,
“Massa, this your habit is not fresh koraa, you got to change.”

When it came to such conflict in friendships, usually the females struggled.
Small time nor, then one would say to the friend ‘we are not on speaking
terms, don’t speak to me again. Aka aka aka, akaa dompe!’

There are friends who will promise to touch base with you, to call, but only
flash. Especially when they are travelling. “I will bell you when I catch
there.” They never have units on their phones. You try calling them and they
won’t pick up. Their excuse? “My phone was on charge.” When you get them on the
phone and they don’t want to talk, they go: “Hello hello, the network is bad o.”
Reminds me of this guy who had a stomach upset, was in the loo when a call came
through. “Hello, hello,” he said, “please call me later, I am in a serious
meeting!” Indeed, thumps up to this smart guy!

“You fool too much”, some may be saying. Well, this is true Ghanaman talk. I
taya self. I am going to come, catch you later. Perhaps we will crush moro, abi?
I have to run, I am taking my little girl to the hospital for weighing.


Ah, weighing. In the good old days, weighing was not just weighing. You got tom
brown if you took your child for weighing. I can’t remember whether the tom
brown was for the child or the mum or elder siblings. The nurses also took a lot
of it home, that is where I got my supply for school. And sometimes the tom
brown came with powdered milk. Kai, that one could produce a steady stream of
gas from the human exhaust pipe. We called that milk ‘dinat’, you ate it and
flatulence was koko!

Opana got a call from his friend Ascona.

“Massa, did you listen to Cool FM today?”
“Why? What is the matter?”
“Honorable Menum alleged that you have taken bribe.”
“Me? Ei! Does he have proof?”
“He said he has documents and a tape.”
“I will call the station then. I challenge him to produce the tape (ah, do
people still record tapes?). Today be today, he has been having verbal diarrhoea
for so long! That statement is far from the truth, my honesty is as crystal as
glass.”
“Opiana, he said that you rather have to prove that you are innocent.”
“Tweaa, na lie! I won’t! If he doesn’t provide the evidence, I will leave him to
God.”

Ghana dey be. The land where any allegation can be made. I dey feel the country!

Okidoke, I got to go now, we will crush later!

[Acknowledgments: Gideon Segbefia, Nana Sam O, Yvonne Amenuvor, Elijah Ekow
Atta-Aidoo, Kwabena Antwi-Boasiako, Tesa D Ayernor, Bernadette Adjei, Tawia
Addo-Ashong, Dzamesi Selorm, Kweku Eyiah, Maame Akua Boateng, Priscilla Budu,
Kay Frimpong Ankomah, Lily Afia Obirikorang, Bob Palitz, Qouphy Appiah
Obirikorang, Ewuraba Gorgeouss, Raymond Atta-Kesson, Arko Akoto-Ampaw, Emmanuel
Tehn-Addy, Fatahu Adam, Barbara Obempong, Nana Kweku Ankobiah, Kwame Ohemeng
Gyan, Yvonne Boateng]

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Nana Awere Damoah,

Author, Through the Gates of Thought
(http://www.athenapress.com/book.php?ID=2997) / Excursions In My Mind
(www.athenapress.com/book.)
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