I seem to be the only person that is being terrorised by the heat of the Sun. There are construction workers toiling in the hot Sun on my Uncle’s project – they aren’t sweating, the chap riding his bicycle up and down the high road selling Fan Ice – he seems quite dry, the lady carrying her shopping with her baby sleeping on her back – doesn’t seem at all bothered by the heat.
I’m sitting in the back office of my Uncle’s shop, creating a basic Excel spreadsheet with the fan on full blast – why on Earth am I pouring with sweat? I could literally put out a small house-fire. Most unlady-like.
* Originally posted 20th May 2011
Fishermen’s boats, Accra, Ghana.
Picture the scene, 7am or so this morning: me in bed trying to wring out the last vestiges of a good night’s sleep when my mobile rings…..Mum.
Mum: Good morning Daughter! How are you?
Me: Morning Mum, I’m good ta. Still in bed but good. You?
Mum: Oh me, I’m fine………Do you know what day it is today?
Me: Erm, Wednesday? Yes, it’s Wednesday.
Mum: Anything else?
Me: Hmm, no. Is there anything else? Oh, its the 29th I think, is everything ok?
Mum: Oh yes, everything is fine. Yes, its the 29th today…….. It is a Leap Year, so women can propose to men today. Only today. So, are you going to propose?
Me: Whaaa? Mum! Are you serious? Propose!?!?!? Eh?
Mum: (Dissolves into a fit of giggles). Just thought I’d let you know.
Only my Mum. I should have known that something was up as soon as I heard the term “Daughter”, it usually precedes a teasing.
*Originally posted 29th February 2012
Where do I start? Quite simply, Ghanaians like a good funeral. To be honest, we Ghanaians love a good party – wedding, birthday, christening, new house or otherwise but when it comes to funerals we pull out all the stops! They are usually weekend-long affairs and if you are lucky you might be invited to several on the same day.
Following the edict from Mum & Dad, and going through many stages of trying to understand I literally had two weeks to get going: informing friends, family and colleagues, buying a ticket, getting a visa, jabs, packing etc.
Who born you by mistake?
Irate Accra Taxi driver to reckless pedestrian near Tetteh Quarshie Circle, May 2011
*Originally posted 27th May 2011
There are things that I love about Ghana that I only seem to remember when the plane touches down and the plane door is opened:
For these reasons I must be on my best behaviour whilst here: no receiving things with my left hand – a taboo in most African countries, certainly no swearing (in public), and no rolling of the eyes when I think someone is wasting my time, no over-dramatic screaming or squeamish behaviour when I see a giant creepy crawly.
*Originally posted - May 19th 2011
*Oh, how I miss Ghana. Where else would you be able to take a set of creatively bonkers photos such as the ones above? Manchester? London? Baltimore? New York? No.
I love, love, love them! Been giggling for five minutes straight. Will be one of my missions to find a photography studio and take a set.
I can’t even tell you which one is my favourite.
*Originally reblogged 16th March 2012
Portraits by Ghanian photographer Philip Kwame Apagya
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…..by safely cruising through my teenage years without getting into serious enough trouble to warrant “being sent to Ghana” by my parents. I know that some of you reading this will be well able to empathise.
…I’ve been away for a while - another self imposed hiatus. I hope that you’ve all been well, healthy and happy.
I should be back in the blogging sphere soon and so in the meantime will reblog a few of my favourite posts of the last two years.
If there are any that you would like to suggest deserve a second airing, please let me know: thefusspotchronicles@gmail.com. Ciao!
Quite simply, lovely. So my friend Lady Jay has managed to make me do what Corinne Bailey Rae couldn’t - listen to the entirety of this song and appreciate it’s simple beauty.
The Ghanaian woman who took a stand against skin bleaching - Grace Amey-Obeng.