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Silky Smooth & Sexy……

My mop broke.  That’s my excuse for being at shoprite at 8:30pm on a saturday evening.  If you’ve met me, you’ll know that I dislike the mall with a passion and try to avoid it as much as possible.  Sadly, it’s the one place I will visit when I need something like a self-squeezing mop or foreign foodstuffs I won’t find at my local market.

So yeah, my mop broke and I chose to go get a new one on account of I needed to finish cleaning my room.  Now, I’m gonna quit yapping about mops before I end up gushing about this new one, with it’s twist to squeeze feature and easy grip.

Something shocked me as I walked bast the bath products aisle! 

See, there was a section with razors.  I love razors and shaving cream. So I decided to check if they had Venus razors.  You know, the line that’s made specifically for women?  I’ve run out and been looking for months for venus sticks in every pharmacy or store I visit.  I figured, “Oh the mall should have them”.  Oh poor naive me.

No Venus sticks!  Everything From Bic to Gillette but no Venus?

I think it was the frustration of the endless searches and the fact that I’d gotten my hopes up that made me blurt out to my male companion “Why don’t they have venus razors?  Don’t Ghanaian women shave?!”  My voice was a bit too loud (usually I can be heard from accross a room lol) and I could hear the couple behind me laugh out loud.  My friend said, “No they don’t.  Haven’t you seen the hairy legs and the beards that could rival mine?”

Come to think of it, ghanaian women don’t seem to like to shave their legs.  Or faces, or their bikini area.  I once had a roommate (in college) laugh at me when I complained that I couldn’t find my favourite Gillette women’s shaving cream on the market.  She laughed even harder when I switched to NAIR and asked me why I bothered.

Well I think women should live by the Triple S Principle. Yes they should have SSS= Skin So Soft.  And that oh so soft skin should also be SSS= Silky-Smooth and Sexy.  Nothing irks me more than seeing a woman in a short skirt and beautiful legs that are suffocating underneath a heavy layer of hair, and yet my fellow ghanaian women are reluctant to grab a razor, so much so that a whole shoprite will not bother stocking a special line of razors for women.  You’ve never had a perfect shave until you’ve tried a Venus razor, in my opinion.  Their special bikini area trimmer is a wonderful addition to a woman’s bathroom routine and their soothing solution for razor bumps is marvelous!

I saw a woman once in town and she was sporting a hairy face.  For a while, I thought she was a man until i noticed the dress.  Even the men shave their beards…..why can’t we get rid of ours when our bodies decide to produce too much testosterone?  Oh and that one time at the beach where this girl showed up in a bikini but had forgotten to trim her bikini area?  Like seriously?  And you see it all the time.  Pretty women who work at the bank, wearing their short tight little numbers with orangutan legs to match….

I have lots of questions.

First is, do ghanaian women truly object to shaving/waxing/trimming legs and other areas?

2. If you do remove/manage hair, what products do you use?
3. Why do you choose to shave (or otherwise) ?
4. If your local store stopped shipping whatever product you use for hair removal, would you demand that they restock?

5. Ghanaian guys, what do you think about women who shave/wax their legs?

6. And what of women who don’t?  Would you be cool hanging out with a woman whose legs were much more hairy than yours?

Let’s hear from you, people.  I want to know what the deal is with this.

I’ve Missed this space.  Hopefully work will afford me some time to revisit.  Thanks to those who still check out this space.  God Bless,

~Daixy~

The Ghanaian Engine That…

Turned Lil’ Miz Daixy Into a Giggling Idiot.
So a couple of Months ago, my buddy Tetekai over at Lyrix Chronicles wrote about “Wanting a TsooTsoo Train”.  She bemoaned the lack of what we’ve come to recognise as a “proper train”.  Thanks to our childhood books and cartoons/movies, a lot of us (myself inclusive) seem to think of trains as engines with carriages; ergo the disappointment at seeing a ratty old cargo train.
Well, I’ve already said this to her, but can’t keep from telling everyone else that I saw a real live choo choo train! 
So umm….a friend kidnapped me Friday evening to go get my hair fixed at “Melon Salon” at Dzoworlu (you really need to check this place out).  Let’s just say, I really needed a proper trim.  Anywho, I was waiting for my turn when I heard this alarm and ignorant moi, asked “what the heck’s going on out there?”  Well, my buddy just turns to me and says, “Oh that’s just the train”. 
Just the train? Just the train?!!! Never in my entire life living in Ghana, have I ever seen a train.  Not even the snarly cargo thing that Tetekai saw. So what did this grown woman do?  I ran out of the salon to stand by the roadside, yelling for him to grab a camera.  Lo and behold, there really was a train and it was loading passengers.  “The train moves to and from Tema” my friend says and all the while, I’m asking ridiculous questions he can’t possibly answer.  “How long has it been running?” “You mean to say it’s been running since we were kids?” “Oh my gosh, how big is it? How fast can it go?” I was truly blown away by the fact that Accra has a running “train”. This one, in fact.
Yes, I waited out there for the train to finish loading and then watched it finally pull out.  I counted six (6) carriages! Did I mention I was holding my friend’s hand the whole time? (Poor guy didn’t get why I was so excited, lol) My mind must have swapped with that of a four year old or something because I really did giggle, gasp and laugh with obvious glee as the red, gold and green worm snaked it’s way out of my sight.
And then I called Tetekai to scream about it, like the excited schoolgirl I am inside!  It didn’t end there though.  While pinned under the good old comb and scissors, the train passed by on it’s way from Tema.  I forgot to ask where in Accra it ends.  You’d think I’d have my fill of trains after that, right?  No way!  As we were driving from Dzoworlu into Osu, we were stopped right before the train tracks.  Why? The train was passing through, AGAIN on its way to Tema.  Of course, that had me on the phone once more, rubbing it into poor Tetekai’s face (or ears, if you will) that I’d seen a real train.
I’m not joking about this.  Forget the subways in New York and such that I’ve seen and been on, I have NEVER set eyes on any sort of train in Ghana  (unless you count the kiddie trains at the Efua Sutherland Children’s Park).  
Now all that remains for me to do is take a ride on Accra’s CHOO CHOO TRAIN!!!
Happy New Year!!!
~Daixy~
PS. I know it’s so very American of me to say “choo choo” instead of “tsoo tsoo” but until I heard Keteke’s Tsoo Tsoo in 2000, I had no idea ghanaians called it that lol.

Random event on the road in Accra……..

Timeline: Yesterday

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Venue: 37 Military hospital traffic light.

“That monster hates my guts!!” Always has! Like, this bad old monster waited till it was my turn to move through the stand-still traffic to turn it’s angry red glare on me!!!  (Like it always does!!!) Anywho, so I’m on my way to work and the light stops me, and there’s this trotro in the lane next to me who overshot the light by like a metre. I’ll tell you why I’m mentioning that in a minute.So I’m grumbling and cussing at the light when this guy comes up to my window and asks me to buy some of his grapes.  They are big and juicy looking but I’m not carrying any loose change and don’t feel like waiting for him to try and change a big note but I digress.

This young grape seller (did I mention that he looked HAWT?  He shouldn’t be selling by the roadside)  he begins lambasting this woman in the backseat of the trotro.  Apparently she dropped a used “pure water” sachet out the window and into the street.  The woman ignores said young man and rolls her eyes.  The young man keeps complaining then bends over to pick up the bag.  It’s what he does next that’s got me grinning even now.  Just as the light turned green, he shoved the bag through the woman’s window and into the trotro!

It is so refreshing to see that people still care about the environment.

Or is it because the AMA holds the street hawkers to task when the area is filthy, hmm?  LOL

~Daixy~

Guess Who’s back….

Guess who’s back?
Back again?
Daixy’s back
Tell a friend 😉
So this little lady went on a road trip and worked her arse to the bone. Two weeks of hard work never killed anyone right?
After two weeks in the lovely Upper East Region of Ghana, I am back home.  It feels wonderful to be back in my own bed, to curl up with my kitty Ginger next to me. I really missed him.  He’s lost so much weight since I’ve been gone 🙁  No more stuffy hotel rooms, no eating strange stuff that makes my tummy grumble, and even better?  I have my kitchen back!!!  No more MSG.  Just plain old good Daixy cooking.

I’m not looking forward to the stress of regular work and home, but I did miss my family and friends.   I’m no longer the stranger everyone mistakes for a young doctor (which can be interesting at times)  and I won’t be laughed at for pronouncing words wrong.  I had so much salt, cuz I was eating lunch at a local bar (lunch being a couple sticks of khebab from the self acclaimed “best khebab in town”).
So, fun things I got to do on this trip?  Well, I witnessed a donkey fight.  The lighter toned donkey had a firm grip on the others ear and wouldn’t let go. 

Our guide got out of the car to seperate them and that’s when the victim turned into the attacker.  I had a good lol at that, cuz whereas the light donkey was biting his ear, this dude went for his tail.  He didn’t make it though 😉

Our local guide informed us that these usually docile creatures can bite and kick each other to death and for no apparent reason.  There were no females about, they had nothing to prove to each other…And I can bet you they just ran off to find someplace more private to finish off the match.
I was hanging out of the car to get these shots.  Kinda disappointed that my zoom wouldn’t get in any farther 🙁  That moment where the darker donkey’s teeth were about to snap onto the others tail?  Breathtaking.  I was actually cheering him on lol.  (Woso ka no bi!!!)
I love this side of  Ghana.  It’s nature: clean and undisturbed by urbanisation, exactly as she should be.   Too bad it’s not home lol.
Now I’m off to catch a few zzzs.  Monday’s coming up lol

Fool Me Once….

Time:  4am
Date:  Monday 18th January, 2010

My sister wakes me up to say, “There’s an earthquake coming.  We have to go outside”.  Having only just managed to fall asleep after 2am, I’m not appeciating being woken up.  I ask, “Who told you there was an earthquake coming?”  She says a friend called from work and said she’d heard the news from Joy FM. So I tell her that I’m going back to sleep and that if there’s an earthquake, I will wake up and find a good doorway to stand under.

Two minutes later, my dad is in my room teling me to get off the bed.  I grab my phone to check the time and then open my facebook, reading people’s comments out loud.  “Who is the idiot who’s waking me up at 4am?”  and so on.  Then comes the argument that should the story be real, I’m safer outside.  I simply go back to bed and tell them that there’s no earthquake and that if there is one, I know what to do and that they can go outside. 

Now as I’m laying there, it hits me.  “Earthquakes being predicted?!!!”  Now what I know is that they can’t predict the arrival of an earthquake to a T.  Usually it’s only a few seconds forewarning.  Certainly not the 10 or so minutes I spent arguing with my family about my need for sleep.  And even then, it’s often based on foreshocks which I had not felt. (I often feel the shocks even when everyone else in the house does not….we ARE sitting on a fault and we get more tremors than people like to admit)  Also, I knew that Ghana’s only seismometer was broken.  So, how on earth did they manage to forsee this event?

9am and I’m about leaving for the office.  I’m terribly late and still feeling sick and sleepy. Then I’m told my aunt in Hohoe called at 4am to tell us to get outside.  Far as  I know, Hohoe isn’t on a fault.  Madina, East Legon, McCarthy Hil etc are the problem areas.  The farthest a quake has ever been felt I think, is Kumasi in 1939.  Now I’m awfully amused.  Inquiries when I get to work paint an even more amusing picture.

Apparently, someone with an unregistered SIM sent a couple of text messages round saying he/she was with the Ghana Geological Agency and that they should get to safety because an earthquake was on its way.  The result?  The texts were forwarded, phone calls were made, and eventually most of the nation was gathered outside of homes.  People gathered on football fields (wise option)  and some on the beach (why on earth would anyone want to do that?)  yet others stood in their yards and streets where eletric poles and trees stood ready to crush and electrocute (in the event of an actual quake strong enough to topple them)….

One thing was very clear.  Ghanaians have a good broadcasting system.  Granted the hoax started about 11pm the previous day and got to me at 4am, but the bottom line is, we’re a caring people and will do anything to make sure our friends and family are safe.  That said, it’s a bloody shame that it turned out to be a hoax because the next time, should there be a real emergency, I am willing to bet that people will not believe it.

Now, I can understand why Ghanaians panicked.  Our brothers and sisters in Haiti are still suffering the effects of their MAJOR QUAKE.  In fact, Ghanaians havedonated $3 million in hopes of relieving some of the pressure.

Which brings me to the question….How on earth did we come up with $3million?!!!  I’d like to see us put money like that into promoting mental health and helping orphanages here.  If we’re capable of handing such money out, why on earth haen’t we helped ourselves?  Granted, I’m proud of us for stepping in to assist….but isn’t this taking the splinter from someone’s eye when you got a log in yours?

One thing can be said about Ghanaians though.  We’re ever ready to lend a helping hand to our brothers and sisters (even call them to warn about an earthquake).  Makes me feel good to know this, despite the early April Fools.