Monday, May 18, 2009

U de tink u de bring vroom vroom?!

Anywho, so early this afternoon, I decided to do some research online about how much it'd cost to bring a car into Ghana.


Seeing as the last time we went around looking at new cars, they were shockingly expensive - we were quoted US$22,000 for the Toyota Yaris for goodness sake!!!! These are selling for about $11,000 in the U.S.!!!!! So I know when you bring in cars, you are charged duty and taxes (after you've paid for the car, and paid shipping and insurance to bring it in, of course!) I'll also try to find out more by going in person to the office tomorrow, I tried really hard to dig around, but only found the following sites:
ghanahighcommisionuk.com
info-ghana.com
ghana.gov.gh
cepsghana.org (supposedly, this is the site for info - CEPS means Ghana Customs, Excise and Preventive Service (CEPS), but it looks pretty commercial and not-ghanaian, so I didn't spend too much time on it. I still need to poke around and see what I can find)

Its probably old news, but from the UK consular site (the 1st site listed above), it seems that a car thats older than 5 years will get us being charged the least. Also, my Mum mentioned something about no duty being charged on "caravans" but I still haven't seen evidence of that with my eyes! I did see that a >10 passenger car has no duty charged, although tax is still charged.

So imagining the following scenario (I haven't looked into shipping or insurance rates, so this is all imagined!):
1. 5.5year old car bought for $5000
2. Shipped for $2500
3. Insured at $1000

Seems that assuming that the rates on one of the sites above is correct, they will end up charging 12.5% for the duty, and 12.5% for tax = a whopping 50% on the car value!
Also, this charge is levied/calculated based on (50% of the purchase price + shipping/freight + insurance on the car) - they call this Cost + Insurance + Freight (CIF)!!

So for my scenario above, my CIF would be a total of $8500. Which means, for my made-up scenario, they'll charge me 50% (duty + VAT) = $4250 (almost the same price I paid for the car!!) I mean, unless I'm missing something, that seems to be the way its going to roll! No wonder people are leaving the cars at the port - especially if they don't do their homework before shipping the car in the first place.



So that explains why cars are so expensive - you'd have to sell the $5000 cheapo car for at least $11000 to make a bit of money on it! Can you imagine? And if its younger than 6 years old, then the duty is even higher!!!! I'm still in shock...but I'll wait until I hear the verdict from the horses mouth before I have my fainting spell and tsk-tsk myself to sleep!

Just thought I'd share this news!

And I found this other site which was funny (or not so funny, depending on how you look at it), given my shock over the above:
Ghanaweb blog

No, we don’t have those virtues here in Ghana!

Ever heard the saying, “Patience is a virtue”? Well, guess Ghana overslept on the day that Mother Universe was teaching that class! What in the world is everyone hurrying around for? Where are they going so fast, and if they are in such a hurry all the time, why are a lot of people always late?!

I mean, there is a constant rush – cars are always honking, even in back-to-back traffic where no-one can move more than one centimeter a second anyway!
You’d better be ready as soon as the few traffic lights we have turn green, otherwise, you’re liable to have insults hurled your way, and a long chorus of horns telling you what a moron you are! If you successfully prevent some jerk who is driving tragically from cutting in front of you where he (its usually a he, in fact, its always a he) should not be cutting in front of you, it is a given that he will hurl some insults your way, especially if you’re unfortunate enough to be a woman.

It is after a number of these experiences that I realized that Ghanaians in general are missing some basic characteristics that grease the ballpoints of a good human being. Its important to make the point, that I’m not saying Ghanaians are not good people, but they are missing the essential oils that help smooth the edges for a peaceful society. I’ll start with these 2 to begin with:
• Patience
• Respect

Before I get heckled, let me give the disclaimer that I’m also Ghanaian, although my family left when I was very young – 8 years old. They made sure we stayed connected to our homeland Ghana, however, with many trips back and forth, making sure we spent time with our many Aunts, Uncles, Grandmother, and Cousins. I’m also living in the U.S. at the moment, so I do have less exposure to the Ghanaian way of living, but let me give a few examples of what I’m describing:

1. No patience – So my 74-year-old mother and I went to the tax office for her to pay some taxes. We didn’t know which office to go to, so we went to one of the offices to ask for information. Once we got the info we wanted, we were leaving the office, so I walked ahead and opened the door for my Mum to exit first, what did you know, there was an early 40-s man who decided to enter through the door I’d opened, even though my mother was already partly through it. I couldn’t believe my eyes – we have one, an older person, two, a woman, and three, someone else had opened the door to leave – this guy didn’t open the door! I stopped him and told him that he should have stopped to allow my mother to go through, and why did he do such a rude thing! (I know, I’m too know for a woman in Ghana) He apologized, and we went on our way. (My grandmother has since told me that I was lucky in that instance that he didn’t turn around and insult me for being a “small girl” who dared to talk to him that way! )

2. I was at the bank once, withdrawing some money. I went to the teller window when it was my turn, and said “Good Afternoon” to the lady across the glass. She nodded her head and held out her hand. I handed her the cheque and then told her what denominations I wanted the money. Her next questions/responses to me, she never bothered to look at me once, and actually rudely threw the money across the counter to me when she was done. I again, told her what she did was very impolite, and that she needs to remember that I’m a customer of the bank, so she needs to treat me with respect, and then left in a huff!


3. Forget about a logical line forming for anything (from traffic, to lines at the bank, to paying for something at a store) – some people just seem to think chaos is the better solution – the more lines you have, the faster they will move through it! Of course, those of us with a working brain usually know that chaos is not the way to go, but end up stuck in the line for much longer, thanks to those asinine members of the Ghanaian society who have such a severe case of Impatientis that it has numbed their grey matter

4. At church, as we were leaving a funeral service, after the mourning party had exited the church, as we all know, usually, in an orderly situation, each pew leaves in an orderly manner, from back to front, or vice versa. Well in this particular case, I was fortunate enough to be sitting next to a man who was not satisfied with waiting his turn and kept pushing me to go into the aisle (I mean pushing – at a church, a funeral service!!!) I couldn’t believe my mind! I mean, did he want me to push the older women and men out my way and just barge out into their paths?!? After I stepped out, trying not to get trampled over, some other lady behind me kept pushing into me, as she was carrying her loud conversation with someone about 4 pews forward!

Now I could go on and on, because I have many many examples of this type of behaviour, but the bottom line – Ghanaians need help! Seriously! It might be too late to catch the older generation (those above the age of 25!), but we might still be able to catch the little ones – while they are in school.

The funny thing is that I don’t know when we lose the respect, because as children, I remember that the need to respect others was drummed into our heads, by hook or crook – so how is it that as adults, there is no trace of this respect left – IN GENERAL. Not saying everyone is like this, and women are better at showing respect than patience, but across the board, in general, the lack of the virtue of patience is shared across both genders! What happened to all that laid-back attitude that Ghanaians are supposed to have? Did we lose it somewhere between the hiked up food prices, and petrol prices? Did the heat melt it away? Or the rain wash it away? And with all the religiousity that is exhibited, its even more surprising that the situation is as it is!

So I’m thinking that its time to setup a notforprofit organization to inject some relaxedness, respect, patience learnings into our up-and-coming future society runners! I can’t add to the problem by simply leaving as quickly as I can – Ghana has way too much to offer, and I need to step to the program and start helping us be our best!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Still no progress...


So I was watching TV yesterday, as I lay in bed. I typically tend to watch the cable TV shows, which are usually not Ghanaian. This time, I’d elected to watch something on one of the Ghanaian channels. I flipped through the channels (there are at least 6 these days! Quite a change from the days of the one Ghana Television station we’d all known for years!) I found a channel where they were showing a Nigerian movie, and I thought, oh great! Lets see what 'nollywood' is doing these days. The movie had already begun – but I didn’t think I’d missed too much. I recognized one of the actors, he seems to be in every nollywood movie! But there were also 2 beautiful women, so how could I turn away just yet…

…I soon came to find out that the movie was titled “Emotional Crack”. It was about a man who was having an affair with a woman named Camilla (played by Dakore Egbuson), who was starting to be very demanding on his time. Meanwhile, he was married to this other woman named Crystal (played by Stephanie Okereke), who was starting to realize that her husband may be having an affair. On his birthday, she made dinner and called him to come home to celebrate with her. At that time, we see him in his office, with his demanding girlfriend who was also saying that she’d made him something special and didn’t want him to go home to his wife. He pleaded with her that he’d go home tonight, but the next day, he promised to spend it all with her. She reluctantly agreed, but wanted a kiss first, which must have been one long kiss, because the scene cuts back to her wife, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for her cheating hubby to come home. And then we see her still waiting in the morning when he saunters in, looking disheveled and he nonchalantly says he’s sorry when he sees the table that she set for him. This apparently was more than she could bare, and she told him that she’d had enough, asking him what kind of husband has a meeting until the early hours of the morning. He responded to this by shouting at her, and warning her not to talk to him like that, at which point he starts beating her quite viciously! Woaah...

At this point, I’m thinking, ok, I’m already upset with this turn of events. I can deal with a cheating hubby in a story of fiction, but now he’s also physically and verbally abusive. I’m passionate about speaking up in these types of situations, and I wasn’t certain that this Nigerian movie would deliver on a message against physical abuse. I decided to give it a bit more time to explain itself, and so I kept watching. I was also very sleepy, and was not trying to fight it! But I did make it a bit further into the movie and saw the sorrowful apology from the asshole husband the next morning to his wife who was now crying and telling him that she was tired of his physical abuse, and he needed to get help, or she was out the door. This discussion was eventually followed by a hug and a kiss! Yes, those were my eyes rolling all around my head at this point, even in my sleepy state! But did I change the channel? Nooooooo?!?!?

Among these Mother Theresa-esque qualities that we’ve witnessed in the husband so far, he was apparently also very possessive of his wife, imagine, all these delightful qualities! Anyway, she decides she’ll continue to stay with her husband, even after all this disgustingly insane behavior that he was exhibiting. This is believable, I guess, from what I’ve heard about some abusive relationships, but I was still turned off by it. My brain must have decided that it couldn’t take it anymore, however, and I soon fell asleep.

But I woke up again at some point, and the movie was still on. This time, the little caption at the side showed that it was now “Emotional Crack 2”, I was about to switch the television of, when I saw 2 women sitting in a car, it was Crystal, the abused wife, and Camilla, the girlfriend. Camilla was telling Crystal that she couldn’t wait till the next time they could be together, and Crystal was also smiling back at Crystal, happy that she’d met her. I sat up – this was definitely an interesting development! A lesbian storyline in an African movie?!? What? This was definitely progress. The ladies were beautiful and sexy, they were looking like they were really having a relationship, I was thinking, what’s the catch? I know they were both with a certain man earlier, but it still seemed pretty ‘cutting edge’ to be showing this relationship in the Africa that I know!

We see them a few more times having this positive relationship, then Crystal decided o tell her twin sister, who of course went ballistic! She was disgusted, and told her it was unnatural, and the bible says its evil, how could her sister be a lesbian, and asked her sister to drop her off at the side of the road – I guess she couldn’t stand to be around her sisters disgusting lesbian self! So we see Crystal going to be with Camilla again, but as she starts getting dressed, Camilla tells her that she wants them to be together more often, and that she was really in love with Crystal. Crystal was being evasive, and said she’d come over again when she could. Camilla wasn’t having any of this, telling Crystal that they could move in together, and live happily ever after (once the dust from the speeding Uhaul settles, I guess!) Crystal however, questions the sanity of Camilla and wonders if she realizes that they’re living in Lagos, in Nigeria – where has she seen lesbians able to live together in harmony with the rest of the world? I wanted to shout to Camilla to take her show on the road, she was bound to find someone who shared her pioneering spirit, and with whom she could live happily ever after, Uhaul, or no Uhaul. However, Camilla was hell-bent on living with Crystal, but Crystal, finally noticing that Camilla didn’t quite have all her peas in her pod, and after her rejection by her sister when she told her about the relationship, was ready to end this one – she wasn’t quite ready to be herself just yet! It was going to be too hard, and she’d rather try her luck with a cheating, abusive husband, than to actually try her luck with a girlfriend!

Then we see scenes of Camilla trying to call Crystal, but Crystal rejects the call as soon as she sees who it is, then Camilla goes over to Crystal’s house, and when Crystal sees who it is from the window, she of course walks away and doesn’t answer. So what’s a lesbian to do when she has her sights set on her ‘target’? She decides to send a letter to Crystal through her cheating husband’s address. The cheating husband brings the letter to Crystal, not knowing what it was. In the letter, Camilla threatens Crystal, telling her that if she doesn’t come and see her, she’ll out their relationship. Of course, Crystal has no choice but to go see Camilla, and in the next scene, we see them on a bed together – Crystal doesn’t look like she’s being forced to be there, however. Then we see her cheating, abusive husband walk in on them, and Camilla sits back and starts to smoke a cigarette, of course, I remember that in Chapter 6 of the Lesbian handbook!

Crystal starts to plead with her cheating, abusive husband that it wasn’t the way it looked, and would he please forgive her. Her cheating, abusive husband walks out, and that’s when Camilla tells Crystal that she’d asked him to come there, and that she used to be his girlfriend, but dropped him as soon as she met Crystal. Crystal was now very certain that this woman was crazy, and asked her to get away from her, and never come near her. She then sobs her way back home where she finds that her cheating, abusive husband had packed her bags, and was throwing her out of the house. Because what she’d done was just so disgusting and terrible – he couldn’t possibly bare to look at her, or have her under the same roof. Crystal continues to beg and plead, but he’d have none of it. And she eventually has to leave, still bawling her eyes out.

At her Mum’s house, her Mum is having a fit – how could her daughter bring so much shame to the family, getting kicked out of her marriage house by her husband who caught her with another w…, she couldn’t get the word out. Her daughter, a lesbian? She started beating her daughter – nothing was worse than a daughter being a lesbian. How was she going to show her face anywhere? Interesting that she was getting this torn apart because her daughter had a lesbian affair. However, when her daughter was being beaten and cheated on, she was definitely able to move around and show her face!

So we continue to see Crystal begging her husband to take her back, and her husband waking all over her, insulting her, and then rejecting her. Crystal even challenged her husband, telling him that she knew about his affair with Camilla, so why was he judging her so badly when he’d done the same thing to her. Good question, Crystal! His asinine reply was that it was true that he’d cheated on her, and he shouldn’t have done that. But he was a man, and it was ok to do that, because they lived in a man’s world!! Isn’t he a true genius? What?!? Really?!?

She didn’t have a comeback to that, probably because the character was given terribly weak lines!

Anyway, let me cut to the chase because some of the additional details are even more ridiculous, but lets just say that Crystal’s twin went out to plead with the cheating, abusive husband to at least come and see Crystal, because she was in a really bad state. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Camilla had found Crystal at her sisters place and had tricked her into opening the door so she could give Crystal her things, which she’d left at Camilla's during their delicious times together. When Crystal opened the door, Camilla charged in and pushed her to the floor, straddling her and pulling out a knife that she had. She tells Crystal that if she couldn’t have her, then no-one would, proceeding to start cutting Crystal’s dress open. At this point, Crystal’s twin sister had arrived at the house, with the cheating, abusive husband in tow, and heard the sounds of struggle. They both barged in and found Crystal on the ground with Camillas knife at her throat, but they’d surprised Camilla, so Crystal is able to break free and run to her cheating, abusive husband, clinging to his leg. The cheating, abusive husband now turns into a psychiatrist, trying to talk Camilla into putting the knife down, so no-one gets hurt.

Then comes the craziest, most insane lines of the story – I know, hard to believe at this point, but true! Camilla starts telling the cheating, abusive husband that she’d always loved him, and asking why he didn’t want her back. He tells her that he’s always wanted her, and would choose her over his wife, so she should put the knife down so they could be together. Of course, this movie had to run its tragic, ridiculously insane path, and she poked herself in the tummy with the knife. That was the end of the movie!

So in all honesty, I’d rather see no lesbian visibility, than to see it so negatively portrayed, and in such a crass, over-the-top, sensationalist fashion. Making being a lesbian worse than being a cheating, disrespectful, cowardly physical abuser! I mean, it is unbelievable!

This was the second time I’d seen a lesbian relationship depicted in a Nigerian movie. The first was a similar situation in which the same woman had an affair with the husband and the wife, and in the end, they confessed to each other that they’d both had an affair with her, and they stayed together. Obviously, according to these Nigerian film-makers, lesbians were all bisexual opportunists, preying on weak, dissatisfied, married women!

It didn’t take me long to decide that I have to write a screenplay for an African movie – I need to put some positive lesbian role-models out there, along with images of strong women and a society that stands up to cheaters, and abusers, and can tell the difference between right and wrong. A story that showed all the characters, even the ones making bad decisions, as humans and not over-the-to caricatures. I know the struggle for equal treatment, equal rights, and respect for women and the gay community is currently ongoing, all across the globe, but it’s obvious that in certain parts, there is more to be done than others!

What’s interesting is that I saw this article that showed me that at least I’m not the only one finding issue with Nigerian movies…

Sunday, May 03, 2009

We have changed the world!

My grandmother, Maanaa, chatting with her grandkids via Skype!
I was sitting with my grandmother, having our normal discussions about life in general, and updating her on some of the news that was being reported. She started making a comment about this world…at which point I interrupted her, adding to her statement by saying that “the world is changing.” Not missing a beat, she replied, “We are changing the world”

It was such a profound statement, I repeated it over and over. Yes, I think she’s right. It’s not that the world is changing. We really are changing the world. From global warming, to fighting wars, to discrimination, to change and hope we can believe in…we are making all this happen, or not happen. We are the impetus for the change. We are causing the greenhouse effect. We are working to change discrimination so that people of all genders, races, religions, sexualities, and disabilities are able to live a life of enjoyment of their rights as citizens of the world. It is such a simple statement – a refocusing of the words of the sentence. But for me, it brings so much more focus to what is happening in the world. It allows me to realise, as I’m walking my way through the hallways and corners of life that “I am having an effect on the world” I’m not living in a world that is changing of its own accord, and in which I have to constantly adjust my compass so that I can still find my way. Of course, if I live a life on auto-pilot, I'll continue to believe that the world is changing, and its changing me! But I need to take over the wheel...

I am part of the mass of people who are working the changes into the creases on the face of this earth. I can be part of the problem, just as easily as I can be a force towards the solutions for some of our problems in this world. I like that. It makes me walk a little straighter…oh, the wisdom!

Friday, May 01, 2009

Where do I begin?


For some reason, for some time now, I’ve been shying away from journaling my experience to date, so far in Ghana. I guess I didn’t know where to start documenting my experiences – seems that it should have an explanation of how I got to where I am today, however, how far do I go, to set the stage? So here’s a short summary of my journey to Ghana.

I woke up one morning feeling like I’d just had an epiphany. I’d been having particularly depressing days full of busy work activity and very little time to spend on issues for my mother who had been calling me from Ghana. I felt torn, and not able to adequately address all my responsibilities, and subsequently felt terrible. On top of that, I’d just eaten something the day before that had caused me to have a severe upset tummy. So it was amidst all this that I just found myself with my epiphany – I needed to leave it all behind and do what I’ve always wanted to do. For ages, I’d been living a life based on my perception of the accomplishments that would meet the societal measure of success: work hard, work well, aim to be promoted, and above all else, make sure to be rewarded financially.

I guess there’s nothing wrong with that kind of life mission, however, the important factor that is usually not added to the formula is to do all this for the things in life that you’re passionate about. Without that important factor of passion, I believe that I was only living an android’s life, just mechanically fulfilling some basic life tasks (no matter how complex or skillfully) just to make it through the day towards a solid, stable paycheck. I took pleasure in seeing that my savings balances were steadily increasing, as my debt got completely wiped out. These are all solid goals – to be able to live a debt-free life, with a savings plan to help me maintain a roof over my head, and meals to sustain me during the times that I cannot count on an income to keep me going. However, if the paycheck comes at the expense of living out a more fulfilling life in which I’m taking every opportunity possible to satisfy my life passions and contribute to society, then every cent that is added to my bank balance provides an inequality in my spiritual life balance, and will act as though I have an increasing debt that is sucking away from the very balance that I’m taking so much pleasure in.

I finally came to the realization that perhaps what this bank balance can provide is a safety net to allow me to gingerly take those steps to free myself from within the gilded birdcage from which I find myself, so that I can start living a life in which I am fulfilling my passions. I’m hoping that I’m starting down a very exciting road – I don’t know what is coming around the corner, but I know where I’d like to start, and am open to whatever comes. I believe that I’ve helped myself get to a point in life from where I have many options available to me. I just need to choose and get going down my passion-filled journey. And so here I am, in Ghana. Spending the first 2 months of my passion-filled journey with my mother and my grandmother. Trying to absorb as much of their wisdom, love, care, and humour as I can to take with me as I continue down the road to my next stop. Choo-choo – all aboard! ☺