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For a lot of people, learning a new language means learning to throw a few insults at someone and giving up when they cant transfer their favourite English insult to said language. For instance, many Nigerians tend to learn to say "eti sen" and "kwasia" when looking to learn some Twi.
Esi posted an entry recently on her blog about Ghanaian insults and the comments section of that post has taken on a life of its own.
Interestingly enough the tag line on her blog is "What your momma never told you about Ghana". With the sort of insults being thrown around, I doubt yo momma ever told you about these.
You would obviously expect a little bit of a slant towards Akan insults but it does seem like Ghanaians don't mind borrowing insults from other languages and making it theirs.
Here's a look a sample of insults contributed by a certain Faf in the comments section:
gyimi-gyimiDont be afraid to have a look-see at what others are saying over there
I'll now leave you with a certain someone making the "thumbs up" sign which in some Ghanaian circles can be an insult at someone's mother if pointed in their direction. Careful who you point that thing at.
The multitude of tests I mentioned in my post on Down's Syndrome were far from my mind last Sunday while I lay sprawled on the pavement in Tottenham.
No I hadn't been on a binge drinking session as the press will have you believe all of us in the UK do during the weekend. I had simply tripped and fallen, banging my already dodgy shoulder in the process.
I'd managed to "mangle" my shoulder playing American Football with the younger boys while on holiday but as always wasn't too keen on going to the hospital or for that matter taking any painkillers for it. [Painkillers are for mere mortals]
I'd figured it hurt the most when I tried to put my arm behind me and simply avoided putting it there unless it was absolutely necessary [itchy back, scrubbing back etc]
Anyway, so this bank holiday Sunday, Efuwa and I decided to take a trip up to North London to go see my mum, sister and the nieces. Somewhere between leaving my mum's and going back to the Tube station, I managed to find myself facedown and briefly unwilling to get up too soon for fear of finding myself unable to get up.
Other than the fears of something physical happening to your child even before it's made it into this world, it's these sort of external fears I was thinking about. What if something happened to me? What if something happened to Ef? Again I try not to dwell on each of those too much when they do pop up in my mind... but boy do they pop up and more often than I'd wish!
Since the last time I talked about fears I've had some of my own blood drawn and been briefly acquainted with another one of those bogeymen that will want to scare you in these times. I won't go into too much detail here but I woke up on Monday a last week not knowing anything about Thalassemia and by the Wednesday I'd read too much about it than I cared to know. Thankfully we've been cleared.
It's not all serious stuff all the time either. For instance, before you have kids it's very easy to look at others and pass judgement. Easy to plan how you will raise them; No swearing, no tantrums in shopping malls, teach them respect like you were, no way they wont speak Ghanaian languages. You almost plot their lives out in front of you from birth till they're ready to leave the nest.
You know you want to make a statement right from the name you give to them right up to the kind of person they'll bring home to introduce to you.
But sometimes it hits you and you get the feeling you might be thinking too far ahead;
What if you lost your job?
Suddenly the money you make/saved just isn't enough
You realise you speak too much English at home and wonder how you're going to get your child to speak the Ghanaian language when you're not speaking it as much as you think you are.
You look around you and see a lot of mess around you with young people not showing any respect to their elders and you wonder whether it's a good place to raise them.
All this anxiety about whether you'd be a good parent and this is in a situation when everything had been planned to a t. [I wonder what those teenagers that pregnant/make someone pregnant feel like!]
In person I'm not so open about such things and other than here you're very unlikely to get much insight into how this mind of mine works. I don't usually tell people about such things because the drop the usual clichés; oh don't worry you'll be a great father. In fact people say it so much that it loses it's touch and meaning.
In the same sense that I believe I want to be a good parent to child, I cant wait to be actually given a chance to prove myself but in the mean time, I'll just be on the look out for all of these little things that I think could catch you unawares and make you a not-so-great-parent afterall.
In other news, Efuwa claims Konkontibaa has started kicking and moving around. I choose not to believe her until I've felt it myself. This child surely is not one to deprive their daddy of being party to such things for so long. Hey Konkontibaa, apparently you can hear us now... And the inside joke is that you understand us and disapprove of any not-so-kosher things we say, so here goes: hold the next kicking session for when Daddy is around.
PS: I finally did succumb to the fear of probably walking around with a broken shoulder and went to the hospital to get it checked out. It's a torn ligament and it will take its time to heal... especially now that I've gone and banged it around.