Sunday 21 October 2012

Notice me...

                                      
 
Hi people, every once in a while I like to write short stories. I came across a online platform called Flash Fiction Ghana http://flashfictiongh.wordpress.com/.
The concept of Flash fiction is to tell a story using very few words. The reader should be engaged from start to finish and the story should usually have a twist or a cliffhanger. See the website for further details on how to write a good flash fiction story.
Now the difference with flash fiction Ghana is that the story has to have Ghanaian settings! Yay. I love writing about African things so I thought i'd give it a shot. Check out the other stories on the website too. This one http://bit.ly/T5j0WK is one of my favourties. It's hillarious.
Here's my first attempt at one. Enjoy!
                                             

 
 
Every so often we like to hit the streets of Accra and find a good place to party. Millicent (Mils), Ama and myself Afua. My favourite places are the bars along Labadi beach. It’s not a hot, loud sweat – box club. I can actually feel the breeze of the wind on my sun kissed skin and hear myself talk to my girls and overhear cute men talk to my friends too…
Ever since we were little I was the one in the group that never stood out. It took me longer than the others to blossom. I was the last to develop physically, the last to be liked, the last in everything. The other two had people dropping at their feet. They were both pretty. Mils has a deep chocolate complexion, full lips, and a curvaceous body to die for. Ama, a caramel coloured sister with a slender physique, big backside and beautiful eyes. They were nicknamed Choco and Koko. I was just an awkward oddball.
I remember in form 1. I felt my first ever love for a boy. His name was Akwasi Oppong. We were 8 and I was convinced he was my husband. He unfortunately was more interested in my friend Ama.
We are standing on Labadi beach, listening to the sounds of Hip life, Afro beats and American RnB artists. To the left of me Millicent is talking to a handsome boy from Kumasi. Student at KNUST. To the right of me Ama is being bought a drink by an oil worker from Takoradi.
How do I know this? Because I am in the middle, being spoken to by no one…busily eavesdropping on both my friends’ conversations.
I AM NOT UGLY, I AM INTELLIGENT… someone talk to me, I feel like screaming. A small voice enters my head. “Hmm Maame, it’s 2012, these days women go up to men too…Find someone you like and smile!”
I quickly shook away that thought.
I’m traditional, I want someone to talk to me?!
Before I know it, both my friends are being taken to the dance floor to dance to Wizkid’s latest track,”Pakurumo”.
“Afuaaaa,” screams Ama as Mr. Takoradi pulls her arm escorting her to the dance floor. “This is my song. I like it paaaaa, I’ll be back soon Maame!
Before I can even respond Ama is busy moving her sisi to this song.
I have to give her credit she is much more considerate than Mili. Mili totally forgot about me and has decided to give Mr Kumasi a special dance to the song too.
So I’m here at the bar, standing on my own.
I wait at the bar, trying to catch the attention of the bar tender
“What can I get you miss?” He asks
“Just one star beer please” I reply
I reach for my purse to take out my 2 cedis when the bar tender stops me.
“Odo” he says. “don’t worry about payment” A certain gentleman has taken care of that for you.
He nods his head to the left. I turn round and look to see who this person is.
I smile to myself… Finally.

Thursday 18 October 2012

Open the Gate’s African Market & Cow Foot


6th of October 2012 was a date that brought Africa’s crafts, foods, clothes and jewellery art and Accesories to Bethnal Green’s Rich Mix. The event was free and ran from 12-7. Perfect for all walks of life…from professionals who had work next day (you know that dreaded Sunday evening feeling)…to young families looking for a fun filled entertaining day for their kids.
Alas we have Open the Gate's African Market! Zoop!
My friend Huda Ismail, owner of Xalwo Crafts had a stall for the day so I knew I had to go! She exhibits somali crafts and clothing from Somalia. Check her out:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Xalwo.Crafts1
Twitter: @xalwocrafts
Xalwo crafts had a colorful stall exhibiting precious items of history and culture. This was merely an exhibition and a great way to spark interest about Somali culture and I guess provide a lesson for those who know little about it.
So... when I first entered the African Market, the first thing I honestly thought was where’s the food! HAHA I was hungry and read that there would be homemade food…you will be glad to know my hunger disappeared after I became aware of the many activities going on around me.
 A  caricature artist was cleverly positioned near the entrance. His drawing board had an impressive caricature of Usain Bolt, I knew I wanted one too.. I’ll come back to him later.
There were kids running around with interesting colours and patterns on their faces but the thing that stood out to me was the African drumming on stage. I LOVE drumming. I want them at my wedding when I walk down the aisle and I want to learn how to play them too. The drum is universal in many African countries and has been for generations…
Anyway! So apart from the noise, art and kids there was a stalls with various things being sold. I've taken lots of pics and spoken to many of the stall owners. So I want to share it all with you.
Xalwo Crafts

I’ll start with my friend Huda owner of Xalwo crafts. She exhibited beautiful Somali crafts and had a collection of Diracs (Somali clothing worn at home or out and about). Like I said click on the links above if you are interested. As it happens its Somali Week Festival from the 19th October 2012 - 28th October 2012
After sitting with Huda’s Xalwo crew I decided to take a walk round to see what else was happening.








The first stall that caught my eye was a stall called Calabash Hub and they were selling Shea Butter products, jewellery, cremes and even bags! My friend Yemzi bought a thick block of shea butter to aid the moisturisation of her afro. I’m sure it will do wonders for her hair. My sisters bought a massive wad of Shea butter from Ghana when we were there last year. Seriously it is too nice. It melts into your hair and makes it shine. Natural products producing the best.

The Calabash Hub



Adjacent to the calabash hub was House of Loulee. Now this stall was what I would describe as Afro cuteness.  She specialized in baby clothing, shoes, toys even! I loved this stall. My future babies will most definitely be wearing these clothes :) My fave items had to be the baby dresses. They even came with a panty type item to cover the nappy of the child. How cute! I also loved the afro prints teddies.
                 All my afro mummies out there and get looking at http://www.houseofloulee.co.uk/








Afrodisia



Afrodisia shop was the next stall selling a variety of African clothing, crafts, jewellery. Seye the lady who owns the stall I believe lives in Italy. The Afro vibe is in Europe and probably has been for a while. She has some beautiful gold earnings from Mali! I tried on a few of her beautiful necklaces. Keep on spreading the word in Italy Seye ;-)



Afrodisia by Seye Yaram















Next to Seye was Anna Agyekum who I took an immediate interest to. She sold children’s clothes too but also adult dresses and hair accessories. 

www.annaagyekum.com
Anna Agyekum
















Her story was interesting. I asked her if she was married to a Ghanaian as she has a Ghanaian surname. She told me her boyfriends mother taught her how to sew and the reason she gained the interest in African prints and clothing was because of her. She decided to adopt her surname too. How nice. She’s been to Ghana before and I think she has mastered the art of sewing using African Print so well. After looking at her website I can see she even does hat making classes! Good on you Anna.

Meen


Meen was a Afro accessories clothing stall that I can say I proudly purchased some Africa Shaped earrings from. Their jewellery was gorgeous! My fave items had to be the collars. Seeing people such as Meen make me wish I had the talent to something like this. All fingers are not the same as my pops would say. We all have different things we are good at and Meen you guys are definitely good at this. 












 
The second of my purchases was a black flowy skirt with a pretty strip of afro print from a lovely lady called Sheilla Mandeya, creative director of Afrocentric 805. Sheilla is originally from Zimbabwe and she sells pillows, aprons and even afro oven mits. I’ll be rocking those in the kitchen mehn! Sheila was a such a nice person and I even got a picture with her. I found her stall homely and welcoming.

Myself with Sheilla Mandeya
Afrocentric 805



Synergy Soul Designs was next. They had serious African swagger and sold unique African Accessories. Check them out on Facebook and their website too. Wish I had bought something from them! I don't have a picture of their stall but check them out on facebook:


Azwala


The last stall was owned by my fellow Ghanaian brothers Azawala who sell ‘Unique Contemporary African Art”. They had some great stuff and great personalities. Very friendly and humble like we Ghanaians are. Their art comes from artists in Ghana and they exhibit and sell their work here. Here are a few of the pieces they have. Beauty and Talent.




Azawala - Unique Contemporary Art



















So after seeing all the stalls I had to go back and get a caricature of myself. Morris Thompson is a talented, humble and friendly artist. I was lucky to get my picture done by him as he had been inundated with customers, both young and old all day. Throughout his sketching he managed to keep composed which for me would be difficult as there were many people watching  as he drew. Check out his picture of me. I love it, it’s on my wall and its signed :) 
Morris is on facebook: Contact him and get yourself drawn! http://www.facebook.com/morris.thompson.372?fref=ts
The finished product
Morris Thompson
















Morris Thompson


















Following the stalls, the artists, the drumming was Africa’s Cow Foot. Yes Africa’s Cow Foot. A story telling event. I hate cow foot by the way. Apparently as a child I used to like it but I refuse to believe that.
Story telling is in our blood! I remember my grandparents, parents telling me stories in my childhood so when I heard this was after the African market I had to go! It was £8 for the event and worth it.

Alim Kamara led the show http://alimkamara.com/Index.html with some light humour and even treated us to some of his songs. 
The show opened with Ayo Dele a singing songs with a mixture of Yoruba and English. She was accompanied by a cute white guy called Mika on guitar :)
The following act was Usifu Jalloh also known as the cowfoot prince haha! 
Usifu Jalloh
Mike Dunn on guitar

Ayo Dele


He seemed to live up to his price name…His name was called however he made a delayed entrance. I guess he really is a prince.
I LOVED him! He was energetic and engaging, colorful, funny and vibrant. I won't spoil all his stories but here is one:
There was a man addicted to Aubergine. He was married to the most beautiful woman in the country. Every day when he was walking home he would sing a song to her and she would hear and know that her husband was coming home…this was sign to begin preparing the aubergine.
Now there was one character called chameleon who was never happy in his own skin. He always wanted what other people had and always changed to fit in.
Now one day he saw the beautiful wife of …shall we call him Mr Aubergine. He decided he wanted her. He found out that the husband of the girl loved aubergine so one day decided to harvest an aubergine farm.
Mr Aubergine walks home a few days later and sings so his wife knows to prepare the aubergine. She hears and goes to pick some aubergine to cook but sees that they are all finished.
She is in panic but remembers Chameleon has an aubergine farm. 
Now she goes to him to ask if he can give her some aubergine to which he replies yes but you have to get to the aubergine through my bedroom. She protests but in the end goes to the bed room. Mr Aubergine carries on singing and she sings back as if she is giving him a sign that she is trapped. Now in the mean time chameleon could not believe his luck. He goes to the other room and gets nervous. He is busy sweating and changing colour. All this time Mr Aubergine and his beautiful wife are singing to eachother. By the time Chameleon comes out Mr Aubergine is there ready and waiting with a few slaps. HAHAHAHAH!
I loved it and that is just a taster of his Usifu Jalloh’s stories. 
He engaged the audience well making us respond to some of his phrases and also used music, drums and his voice to make the story come alive. 
Take a bow ladies and gents
Saida Kanda was next a musician hailing from Tanzania. This guy made his own instruments dude! And they had beautiful sounds woooosh! Overall! One great day I must say!
Myself and my model beauty Yemzi

UNiQ Sistar


So let me tell you about UniQSistar...
We met randomly at a Ghanaian Independence Party in 2012. Let’s just say that party was total nonsense, a waste of our time. I went representing myself as Miss Personality from Miss Ghana UK and UNiQSistar presenting herself as a spoken word artist. I guess out of a bad night came something good. I was introduced to UniQ Sistar and a unique siSTAR she really is. If it wasn’t for that crap party I would have never met her or seen/heard any of her work. At the party we exchanged twitter details and our friendship took off from there.
I want to talk about a few pieces from her CD but not all as it’s something I don’t want to spoil on here!…. Check her out on iTunes and Amazon: It’s money well spent:
The first piece of her work I looked at online was “Wait a Second”. I watched the video and throughout I was thinking DAYME. I loved the story line for this. It’s believable. I found myself drawn in the drama of the poem. She doesn’t care about the norms. She sees someone she likes, talks to him and convinces him to believe she is a good girl for him.. She’s not a man…but life is short right?
It’s later in the poem that I discover this whole scenario is in her mind! She would never be able to say what she’s thinking if he was in front of her! A part of me thinks NOOO WHAT! – TALK TO HIM! Who cares about the norm…but the part of me (the bigger part) agrees with how she ends the poem…., wait for the man to find her, not look at beauty alone and control lustful feelings. She should wait a second and UNiQsistar, I think you did the right thing there.
A lot of girls will relate to this poem. Everyone knows that feeling when you’ve been out and see someone that attracts you and you want to talk to them…you think how do girls just go up to a guy and ask him out? Could I do that…Nooo way!?
The video is beautifully made, the editing, the location, the acting (?) all compliment the poem extremely well. It’s a message that people should learn from….Think before you act and learn how to control yourself ;-). Girls have a little decency too…
Now Why Am I Awake is a piece that scared me L. The concept is dark….it’s about suicide. The protagonist in the poem is fed up of life. She’s tried numerous times to take her life. “I’ve drank bleach, slit my wrists, taken pills” but is disappointed to see that she still wakes up to the same ceiling in her bedroom. She asks the listeners a question to make a connection. Asking if you’ve ever been in a place that is full of people but you feel alone…., she tried going to church, speaking to her friend but she is still convinced that her life is no longer needed. The ending is dire…she finds another way to end her life…using a knife.
The poem is well written and again unfortunately is something that a lot of people will connect with. The sound effects and the music add to the spine chilling factor this poem entails. It makes me think…how many people actually go through this. Too many…You don’t know what people are going through that’s why I am a firm believer of being an understanding person. Maybe a conversation with someone that cares may end such feelings. Everyone needs someone they can talk to.
I am Black History is one of my favourites as it’s a poem I can well and truly connect with as it’s all about Ghana <3. UniQ describes herself, her heritage and the fact she is Black history and too right she is. The platform she is building for herself will allow others to search her and find her and her work. The physical platform she describes standing on is not just for performing, it’s the platform she gives to expose her black history…through her people will know about Ghana.
I love this poem because it’s about me too. She describes her trip to Ghana. She talks about hustling lol ain’t you right…people selling things to your face. She quotes the freedom of chickens, historical places such as the Kwame Nkrumah memorial centre. She talks about the beach, seeing her family and also the people from the Big 6. She misses tro tro which is something I miss too, the live music on the streets. She merely highlights how beautiful Ghana really is. I listen to this and smile. It takes me back to my trip to Ghana Kumasi last year. She connects all the images and paints the picture clearly in the readers mind.
UniQ it won’t just be the WWWs that people need to find you….you will be in history books, newspapers….skies your limit!
The last poem I will talk about it the Worship poem.
I love this as UNiQ Sistar gives thanks to her creator! Something I believe every artist should do. She has a talent and she thanks him for it. Her life has been surrounded by him. The many names God has are not enough for who he is! I love the fact she is proud to say she worships him and knows that he is the one that the reason for her being. Carry on like this and may God bless you with MORE.
I love this CD…I’ve only spoken about a few of the poems on here but honestly it is a joy to listen to. She is blessed and talented and I’m excited for what she will bring out in the near future. Speaking What You’re Thinking is a beautiful collection of poetry which has been complimented with beautiful backing tracks. Artists such as her bring poetry back to life. May your journey continue!
Follow her on Twitter: @uniqsistar
XOXOXOXOX

Overindulgence and the west


Food talks to you...

One Sunday I went to a church meeting. I was delighted to see that sandwiches were provided :-) When I finally sat down, I saw that everyone had started helping themselves to the beautifully arranged Marks and Spencer’s sandwiches. Did I not jump!? Indeed I did to make sure I myself would have a slice of that sandwich pie too. There’s no way I wanted to be the last to get my lunch. I loaded my plate with four quarters. Two cheese, one bacon and lettuce and one chicken and sweet corn. The meeting went on, my plate finished and I found that I was still hungry.
After church I decided to drive to Marks and Spencer’s and spend more money on M&S goodies. I bought…wait for it….A cheese and onion sandwich (£1.25) a massive bag of prawn cocktail crisps (£1.15), strawberry jam and cream chocolate rolls (£2.79) and some vegetable crisps for my sister (£2.05). This was over a fiver and it wasn’t even proper food! I ate and was happy. That’s one bad thing about living here. What you want is easily accessible. You don’t have to struggle to get a necessity such as food. Means of payment is easy too! If you don’t have the cash simply use your debit/credit card to pay?! That £7 could have been dinner for a week? Bread, Milk, Beans, Eggs, Chicken maybe?
Food here is a form of entertainment. I can speak for myself. I love going out to eat. I love eating in general but going to a restaurant with a friend/loved one is a hobby here. People don’t eat to live they live to eat and it shouldn’t be like that. You only have to walk the streets of London to see the hundreds of food outlets. There is a McDonalds EVERYWHERE. In central London there is a Pret a Manager on literally every corner! Kebab shops are open late, pizza can be ordered. It’s like wow!
Just have a look on the other side of the world and this isn’t the story there. People are hungry and we sit here and stuff? Where’s the justice?
I was born and brought up in London. I’ve never had to struggle for food, shelter, warmth…My parents worked hard to give myself and my two sisters all of that. That’s why now I want to go out there to wherever and see what hardship is like. We are too cushy here. We take things for granted and complain about stupid petty things. I don’t want to be like that…That’s why I know I have to leave Luxurious London at one point in time and STRUGGLE.
When I went to Ghana I hardly ate…I was too hot…too fussy and even lost my appetite to some extent. I came back to London healthier than I’ve ever been! My skin, my body, my mind…. I need me some more of that.
People are living through tough times and by tough “I don’t mean there too much traffic on the streets during rush hour”
#openyoureyes

Homage to my hips

I came across this poem randomly whilst trying to look for a fashion blog that advises me on how to dress for my shape! I love this poem and need to embrace my hips 
mayne!

http://t.co/evvKdhA4

Lunch times at work



A few months ago I ate my lunch here. It’s some kind of famous garden I think. About a ten minute walk from St. Paul’s station and it next to Bank of America…does this ring any bells??
Anyway…it was a pleasant warm day and I just wanted to find a place to sit and enjoy the sun.
Why is it that clingy colleagues always want to lunch together? It’s a concept I honestly struggle to understand. My first job was in a clothing retail store…Gap. Our lunches were scheduled by our managers. In order for the shop floor to run we couldn't lunch together so it was a case that you go when you were told. I was the type of person that went totally comfortable in my own company. For me I would rather take a long walk and get lost in my thoughts than spend my time in the company of a colleague I don’t even like ;). My second job was working as a Saturday library assistant. On the first day, at lunch, my 3 girl colleagues decided it would be nice to take me to one of their houses for lunch. Imagine my horror! I know the gesture was sweet, but all I wanted to do was go to Waitrose, pick up a sandwich and call my dad to tell him about my day so far! It was even worse because the girls parents were in the house. There I was eating off their food! I seriously don’t roll like that. The shame. 
Don’t get me wrong, lunching with people you like and consider friends is ok. It’s just when you are with a colleague that is consistently pessimistic, someone you don’t like, someone that hates their own company…that’s when that one hour of preciousness becomes a waste.
Some days I just like to come to places such as my picture…read my book, talk on the phone. Spend time with God. Have you ever tried listening to some preaching during a break? Or reading some verses in the bible? It honestly puts things in perspective especially if you are just having one of those days.
So choose wisely before you take a lunch break. The best ways I've learnt to dodge unwanted company are:
1) say you have to visit 3 banks and you know you don’t have time to eat.
2) rush out pretending to be on the phone
3) say you are meeting a friend or your mum.
4) say you are working through lunch and leg it as soon as they go to lunch being sure not to go in the same direction they leave in!
Haha.....saying all this...beware of becoming an unsocial seclude! You want to make friends at work so the occasional lunch with your people should be done ;-)

Whisk me back

My first entry was a picture of me showing the world wide web who I am. I’m not sure if that was a good idea as that’s something I would never have done in my earlier years. I’m really private. Not like those people who will tell you their whole life and more in one meeting. Nope most definitely not moi! It will take me a while before I divulge. To add i’m also wary of who I divulge to . Does anyone remember when the Internet first exploded. It was fantastic yes but along with the fascination came curiosity and doubt. People were reluctant to shop online, pay bills online, use Internet banking and even date online! Tales of Internet fraud and weirdos wanting relationships spread far and wide. But look at it today. Without the Internet I would have to go to HSBC to check my bank allowance, i’d sulk in despair when Mango doesn’t have that jump suit in my size in store, and be even more peed off that i have to add another £1 to postage fee to pay my parking fine via post!! It’s common to do everything online. Even online dating has become a norm! The busy, tired 24/7 London life style hardly gives you any scope to get to meet people! (unless you are lucky to find future husband/wife) seated opposite you on the Piccadilly line). I DIGRESS! But my bloggetes I have decided to talk to you… My name is Jennifer (Jen Jen) born in 19**, I work full time as a HR professional, more specifically Recruitment. The title of my blog reflects how I am feeling at this stage in my life. I’m asking the question…what else. I went to school, did my a levels, got into uni, did an MA, struggled to get my first HR job, finally (thank God) got a HR job, hated it, got a new HR job sort of kinda loving it but not…now I’m thinking what now? I would have loved to go travelling for a year but I had a job that paid me £200 a month! Where am I going with that. Maybe to Ireland. Realistically you need about £3000 to do an around the world trip. Only a few can part with that. So now I’m looking for a chance to spread my global wings in the working environment. I’m blessed to work for a large global charity. People on my team are constantly flying around the world. One day I want that to be me. I used to be obsessed with the idea of going to America to work but after seeing they work too hard and only get 2 weeks leave a year!? (yes it’s true) I was put right off. Live to work? NEH! Recently my heart has gone back to the motherland. I work closely with two people based in our East and West Africa offices. (Kenya) and (Senegal). I absolutely heart talking to them. They give me joy. Their perspective on things, their optimism and the sun :). I want to go to both Senegal, Kenya…expanding to Namibia, Gambia, Botswana, South Africa, Ethiopia, Algeria..all of those places :) I've agreed with my friend to do a tour of Africa. Can you imagine! I even want to work there! I do know it has it challenges. Serious challenges…buy i have to TRY! So after a very long introduction….the reasoning hopefully behind my blog name is now clear to you! I’m planning on blogging about anything so follow me on my journey…

P.S I love African print...I'm using this picture to represent my love for many things African

Akwaaba

Bonjour, salut, hallo and hello! This is me. I'm looking down, and on my phone but you can at least get an idea of what I look like.

Akwaaba - meaning in Twi - welcome...

So Akwaaba to my to page one and all!