Hey guys. Here’s another thought I’ve managed to put together. As you can see we’ve made changes to the blog. That was because we encountered a couple of problems. This is only my second post and as such I would like to indulge you. I’d like to build consistency so lemme know which days you think I should post on.
The only options you’ve got are : Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays.
PS. You can give me a combination of only two days… Also watch out for the review of the kenikodjo.com blog. Visit it here. Let’s get on with it then.
“Eat my child! And grow big and strong for mummy!” Many if not all Ghanaian mothers have told their children this over and over. Somehow along the way, we shed off our innocence and take on that of our parents. The ‘learned’ call that stage adolescence.
Growing up as children, we never took offense in being called fat. At least a statement like ‘you’re growing fat’ always brought a smile to the face of the one it was directed at. It meant you were living the ‘good life.’
But that was then. Even when we learned that calling a fat person fat was offensive, we got inventive and found ways of making it sound harmless. We would try anything possible even if it meant coining our own words. So we came up with words like ‘obolo’, ‘oboshie’ and ‘ogboro.’ We even remixed ‘Awurade Woso’ by Esther Smith and got on with the teasing.
The world is now a global village and we’ve learnt that being called fat is something terrible-according to other cultures. Call them plump or obese or coin up a word for them, it still doesn’t matter. Because we’ve learnt that teasing someone with his/her size can be traumatic enough to warrant suicide.
So now we’re torn between two worlds. Wanting so hard to take up the innocence of the past, yet desiring the acceptance of the outside world. So when we hear, ‘you’re growing fat’, we’re torn between a smile and a frown because apparently we’re the confused generation. We really have no idea we we want.
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