"Keep your chin up"
"Don't laugh so wide, your gap is showing"
"When will you fix your hair?"
I've often spoken of my mother on this blog, actually more than I probably should for someone my age; but I've never touched on the person responsible for my mother. My mother's mother. The two women don't get along, the similarities in their personalities clashes with their vastly different philosophies on life. Nevertheless, it doesn't stop me from looking to my grandmother with some sort of amiability. Admittedly, I'm was never the biggest fan of her either, her harsh and often condescending tone taught me early on that there'd be no mention of cupcakes, adork-able knitted sweaters and too tight hugs. Rather, as a six year old, I'd already gathered that my grandmother wouldn't be like all the others I'd seen. I still remember always running to keep up with her short and swift strides, trying to hold onto the cloth she'd wrap around her waist because I couldn't hold her hand. "Pay attention Akosua, are you listening to me?", She'd shriek, "yes!" I'd say immediately jolting out of my daydreams. I was never listening, actually, I was one of those kids whose minds wandered elsewhere right in mid conversation; it's a habit that I still have now!
"She's never without a gold bangle, a jewel-toned scarf and perfectly coifed hair"
The Grand Priestess
But, I am not the subject of this post today! I'll continue my tales from Ghana another time. Just like my mother, my grandma also has an air of peculiarity—never quite fitted in with the gossip ladies at Kejetia Market, or delved deeply into what we know as "true religion". And although fiercely into her interpretation of Catholicism, the allure of the occult never quite left. It's a strange mix of Juju and Faux-Christianity that often closely resembles the Haitian Voodoo religion. I felt deliciously dark as I tried to channel her today. Despite all these queer things of hers –she's a fiery woman with little patience and no cares for anyone. She's never without a gold bangle, a jewel-toned scarf and perfectly coifed hair. Granted, I may not want to be exactly like her, I do admire her unapologetic fierceness and passion for self-presentation.