Living with mum’s relatives, at the age of six, taught me to avoid trouble by all means. When I was told to sit, I sat. I woke up to mop the floors and do the dishes without complaining. When I was once beaten because I returned home late from playing with my friends, I stopped playing entirely. What is the point of playing anyway? I was told a girl’s place was in the kitchen and she needed to be out of bed by 6am. Who was I to argue? I stopped turning the TV on when I returned from school but headed straight to the kitchen. Jonny Quest, Scooby Doo and Dexter’s Lab held no meaning to my childhood any longer.
Most of the kids in my neighbourhood lived with their parents. They attended the best schools, were dropped off in the mornings and picked up by their parents from school. They wore very nice dresses and their parents also bought storybooks for them. They were generous and shared their books with me. I was introduced to the Wakefield Twins in SweetValley (from kids to University), Goosebumps and the BabysittersClub. These books took my imaginations to several places and I loved that. At least, I was not beaten by mum’s relatives for reading.
Ironically, one of my most vivid memories from Senior High School was receiving lashes because I was engrossed in a romantic novel while sitting in an Agric. Science class. Novels still do that me. They help me forget all that is happening around me.
I was once very certain I wanted to be an author. That passion changed to journalism but after working for my University’s radio station for three years, I concluded that gathering stories and the crazy work schedules of broadcasters were not things I enjoyed. 🤷🏿♀️
I’m glad I was introduced to God at a very early stage. I enjoyed going to church and I still enjoy it. I’m certain God has a purpose that He’s fulfilling in my life. I never have clear plans of what I want or where I want to be but making time to listen to Him daily keeps the two of us on the same page.
I have made tons of mistakes and failed at some many things but the survivor instincts I possess push me to get things right the second time.
What is your story? Share with us!
***This is 4/22 of the #WinterABC2020. The prompt is Becoming (your name) a biographical piece.***
Ghana is blessed with some amazing cuisines. I’m not much of an explorer when it comes to food and I only realised how weird our food may to other nationals when a Zambian friend commented,
“In Ghana you guys mix everything. How can you add fish and meat to one soup? And your rice has all those vegetables. How do you call that slimy thing with fish and meat?”
“Okro?” I answered.
I was culturally shocked at the unavailability of spice in most of the Zambian meals I tasted too.
“Where did all the pepper go?”
Implying hot spice may be a West African thing?🤷🏿♀️
Anyway, my favourite Ghanaian meal is kenkey (made from a combination of fermented and unfermented corn wrapped in corn husk). It has this ‘biting’ taste after it has been boiled for several hours. It’s commonly eaten by the people on the coast.
I see how it is prepared but I haven’t and do not intend to make at home. I prefer to buy it and it’s a common ‘street food.’
Kenkey goes very well with spicy ground pepper which could be green, red or yellow (any colour you want) and black pepper (known locally as shito). For the proteins, it is normally eaten with fried fish and shrimps or omelettes, or tinned sardines and corned beef.
How our ancestors discovered such a meal baffles me and when you have kenkey for breakfast, you may not have to worry about lunch.
Kenkey can also be eaten with soup and that slimy thing – yes, okro.
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***This is 3/22 of the #WinterABC2020. The prompt is to write about your favourite local food.***
I know I am three days late. I planned to take part in the Winter Blogging Challenge but when it was getting to the time, I developed cold feet.
I felt I wouldn’t have the time to produce content each day because of the deadlines I needed to meet with regards to other aspects my life.
But this is a once-in-a-year opportunity to create content and socialize with other bloggers from Africa, thus, I have decided to take up the challenge.
I am playing catch up today and pledge my commitment to go through the entire #WinterABC.
I am taking part in this challenge because it is going to give me the opportunity to create content each day (for the next couple of weeks), read the works of other awesome bloggers and to learn a thing or two about blogging.
Even though I’m late, I’m happy about my decision to take part in the challenge so let the party begin.🎉🎊🎉🎊