I did not know that I would have cultural shock from a place
I call home but there were a few.
The genuine friendliness of people, on several occasions
while me and Ma B were going out, they would be someone who pulled to offer us
a ride. I told her about how in the States, it is highly discouraged to get in
a stranger’s car, and she said something like I am Ghanaian, he is Ghanaian,
he’s not a stranger; he’s family. Of course, there are bad people everywhere,
but there seems to be a genuine recognition of strangers as humans in Ghana not
someone with devious intentions who may hurt me.
Going back to Assin Fosu, where I lived before heading to
the States, people were living in extreme poverty, seeing little kids carrying
buckets of water twice their size. Everything just looked so small compared to
how I remembered it.
The straightforwardness of people was soo refreshening,
people say what they are thinking without sugar coding.
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