I have about 40 minutes before this year is done in my part of the world. I have shied away from writing for a couple of months for several reasons. At first it begun with the fact that one of my students discovered my blog. I panicked. If the students were reading it, I had … Continue reading Goodbye 2011
Welcome to WWISH
There are lots of theories why women like me exist. Smart, highly-educated, beautiful, sexy, great cook. Also, Type A, neat-freak, no-nonsense, impatient, brutally honest. Unmarried and childless. By choice! They say we had strong female figures in our lives who over shadowed the male figures (if they were around). They say we are jaded because some guy in our past duped us. They say we are ‘apuskeleke.’ They say we hate men. They say we are lesbians. The list goes on. It never occurs to anyone that perhaps marriage is not meant for everyone, nor does it have to have a timeline, nor does the same timeline have to apply to everyone.
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The Other Extreme
You know in much of the Western world, Sexual Harassment is such a household phrase that few people are ignorant about it. Most people know what it means, as well as the consequences of violating any portion of the law. In much of the Western world, people can compliment you, but as a colleague put … Continue reading The Other Extreme
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Help! I have lost my Midas Touch with food and with it my compass to why I’m in Africa!
Is it any indication that I have yet to cook a decent meal in this house? I’ve been here a month today, and so far nothing I have cooked on the four-burner dual gas and electric stove has turned out like I planned it. Of course, it could be that I’m not attracted to cooking … Continue reading Help! I have lost my Midas Touch with food and with it my compass to why I’m in Africa!
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Accents and Grounding
I just got back from Rhapsody’s, one of Ghana’s nightlife establishments and it was jumping or hopping, not sure which. However, except for the people in modernized versions of bright African print dresses, one couldn’t tell you were in Ghana. I felt very uncomfortable. For starters, I had on the wrong outfit—my Berkeley staples of … Continue reading Accents and Grounding
Musings of An African Woman 