I knew before I arrived in Ghana that the water and
electricity would not exactly be deemed reliable, but I definitely
underestimated the amount of time we would all go without. Bucket showers and
walks of shame to the other dorm halls have become my new best friends for the
last month. When I was horribly sick for a week straight as my body was
adapting to the food and water here, that entire week was water-less; I thought
to myself, “This is going to be the longest four months of my life”. To my
surprise, a month has already flown by. I’m finding that I have adapted to this
environment very quickly. Although the humidity has me in a constant sweat and
the water to wash it off is not always available, I find myself so happy in
these conditions. I have my mother to thank for not ever allowing me to be
raised high-maintenance. Being an outdoorsy Nevadan who has grown up camping,
hiking, and roughing it has really prepared me for anti-extravagant travels. Many
people would look at these conditions and lifestyles all across Africa and
frown upon it all; they would pity those who don’t have consistency and
conveniences so available to them. I can’t help but question, if these Ghanaians
had all our Western comforts, would they feel any happier?
Chapter Three: For Money or Meaning?
Westernized cultures have, well, multiple issues to conquer,
but one big one is the comfort of money. People have this belief that they can
only go as far as their money allows and that happiness is found through the
conveniences money can bring. Being here in Ghana has proven the exact opposite
to me…on top of being a financially independent student. The people here see no
judgment that power and money brings, only obvious facts; rather than being
offended when someone calls them fat or says their outfit is horrendous, they
accept this as a mere description or opinion of their equal. They base their
conversations and happiness on their emotional compatibility with their
environment, not their material compatibility. Many friendships I have seen through
my life have been those of convenience; they have been based off of common
interests in material goods and money based values. Is this real to people? Is
this the point of life? I can completely understand the value of every day
comforts for a Westerner…what I would kill for a bubble bath and a clean bed.
What I don’t understand is this idea that coming from a privileged country
means that this is the only way to live, the right way to live. History shows
that Europeans and Americans have constantly forced their ideologies and
beliefs on other cultures. When has any African country tried to force their
ways on others? You can blame money and development for the capability of doing
these things to other cultures, but actually it takes will and ethnocentrism to
accomplish this. When someone is raised in a privileged environment, this
becomes all that they know; in a sense we are all slaves and victims to the environments
that shape us. Just because someone is
living differently, doesn't mean they are wrong; they too are molded by the
environment that has raised them. The money may be lacking and the comforts may
not be visible, but the quality of life here is no less valuable than a golden
city.
Life is supposed to be genuine, meaningful, and a pursuit to
a better self. I have to stop and ask myself, and the very country that raised
me…do our comforts improve us, or destroy us? When such value is placed on our
external comforts, less value is placed on internal growth. Here in Africa, the
people love freely and generosity is a given. To me, a natural, genuine life is
the only one that truly makes sense. To destroy that and to take advantage of
that just because we believe our ways are better is the most offensive crime to
human beings. Live as you will and experience life as you see fit, but never
doubt the potential and capability of a lifestyle just because it is different
or not your own. Going without for a while is proving to be one of the most evolving experiences of my life.
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