I have a lot of time on my hand this weekend hence more blogs these past three days than I’ve done since I started blogging.

So we are here waiting to go to the castle (remember we are on Ghana man’s time). Finished eating a breakfast of egg and bread about 3 hours ago and I am starving once again. You see, I’m an Ashanti by blood and the longer I stay in Ghana the more Ashantialized I become.

The Fanti people hail from the Central Region of Ghana. It was originally the capital city of what was then the Gold Coast and was the storage city for the slaves who were kept until they were shipped out to the various European countries, the Americas and the Carribean.

A lot of the white Masters in those times, had Ghanaian baby mama’s and many settled with them there, so you find people of Fanti people with the name Van Dyke, Vanderpuye (the Dutch slave masters) Richardson and Williams (from the British) etc. The Fanti men (some) earned their stay in Ghana by acting as the “middle man” in the slavery trade, rounding up the troops to sell them off to the white man for gun powder and alcohol.

The Fanti people today in general still have the colonial traits in them. They drink tea and bread, you will find the ladies in church wearing big hats and white gloves.

The Ashanti on the other hand were warriors. Not all of them perfect but during the slavery times they were the ones fighting for freedom (although some of them were also greedy mutha *** who sold their people). The most famous of them was a woman queen mother of Ejisu and my great grandmother (so I’d like to think…haha), Yaa Asantewaa, even when the men cowarded away when they captured the Asantehene (King of Ashanti’s) she continued to fight for freedom (although eventually capturend and shipped out to Seychelles). The Ashanti man doesn’t have time for brofosem. You will find him early morning eating fufu and goat meat light soup in the morning and he is set for the day. The Ashanti man takes pride in his language and speaks with pride.

Unfortunately the british accent is a barrier to me speaking twi although I speak it same way and well people seem to understand what I’m saying. The more days I spend here, the more outspoken I have become, if I think something is an injustice I will say it (I actually pity my boss at times, but he really needs to build a spine anyway).

There’s also the food (more importantly…lol) I had egg and bread this morning, I’m starving now. Really could have done with fufu this morning.