I’ve been back from Ghana for several weeks now and have been slow in finishing up my retrospective. Since last I wrote, I was told that I need to work on my conclusions (as it pertains to my final paper for my postcolonial theory class). I find that “conclusions” are not my strong point be it writing or in relationships. My conclusions tend to be abrupt, volatile, abstract, and at times just not really conclusions at all. I guess one would call it a lingering pause…until next time.
Since going to Ghana, I have read several books on Israel and Palestine and I can truly say my eyes are wide open whereas before I was completely ambivalent to what was going on in Israel/Palestine. This was mainly due to the biased media in the U.S., but also my own ignorance because all the information is right in front of you, if you dare to seek it.
With trying to find an internship, reading for class,trying to have a social life, hosting a friend from the U.S., wrapping up my Ghana experience was the last thing on my agenda. Besides, no one was asking for it. But I do have a conclusion of sorts.
On the last day of my trip, I took a short walk from my residence, on an unpaved road, to the top of a hill to catch a taxi. The goal of the day was to go to an internet cafe and pick up my dresses from the Makala market. The walk wasn’t long at all, but the dusty, unpaved road coupled with the heat made the short 5 minute walk feel like an eternity. I passed chickens on the side of the road as well as people collecting water since the water was out for the last few days.
The cab ride started the same as any of my trips by car the entire week…we were stuck in traffic, bobbed up and down out of crater-sized potholes, dodged in and out of traffic once it started moving, and diverted pedestrians. At one point, I noticed my companion pointing to the side of the road. There was some subtle commotion going on in the car between my companion and my cab driver. I thought something was wrong with the car. Before I knew it, my cab driver is pulling over, grabbing his fire extinguisher, and runs out of the car. To my left, I see another cab on fire and several men with extinguishers attempting to put out the fire and other men trying to pop the hood of the car. Others threw dirt on the growing flames. I immediately pulled out my camera and began filming. The fire eventually consumed the car. My taxi driver came back to the car defeated with his hand on his head. He kissed his teethe several times and spoke to my companion. I couldn’t make out what he was saying specifically, but I knew that his grunts and moans the rest of the ride were related to not being able to save a fellow taxi-driver. It was as if the other cab driver’s loss was his loss since at any moment he could also have the same fate.
The rest of the day proved uneventful – I went to the mall, picked up my items at the market, and had a closing dinner with my friend before heading to the airport. So my first trip to Africa came to a close. I would love to go back again, but for now Croatia ended up on the travel agenda. Go figure…me in Croatia. Not sure if this is a proper ending, but I must end here. Blogging at 4:00am is not only bad for my posture and eyesight, but also bad for my health. Give… me…more…sleep…
Until next time