Fast-forward to 2013 and Accra is now full of Americans (and other non-Ghanaians) who live in the posh parts of the city – Cantonments, Labone, Airport Residential – cheek by jowl with communities that border these rich areas including Nima and Labadi. Rent in Accra’s exclusive residential communities are quoted in USD with landlords demanding at least a year’s rent upfront.
Some of the Americans here are expatriates – they get paid in dollars, have their rent covered by their employers and get to fly home for holidays. Some have Ghanaian or African-American heritage. They are here to “discover” their roots, and are searching for a sense of belonging.
This latter group tends to “hustle” more than the expatriates – they also deal with “lights off” (electrical load shedding outages), “water shortage” and take trotros. Yet they also share commonalities with the expats – they don’t understand the Ghanaian.
They look to Ghanaians like myself to translate the “ordinary Ghanaian” for them, and that drives me up the wall. I can sense that, to them, I am the “acceptable Ghanaian”, the one who is well travelled and for that reason recognized as a “local talent”.
There is an upside to having travelled, such as developing the ability to recognize the many sides of a prism. For me, this can mean seeing Americans not as the saviors of the world as the American movie industry – a prominent source for cultural perceptions of Americans – inevitably portrays, but as people who collectively exert incredible power and privilege in other parts of the world.
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Is it all right to say that?” He said this looking at me questioning.
“Yeah, yeah it’s all right”, I responded – even though I hadn’t quite heard what he had said.
“Ah. I was asking because Ghanaians can get very defensive.” Now he had my full attention.
“Yes”, I agreed. “We get defensive because people like you come here and just spend all your time criticizing us. If Ghana was such a bad place would you have come here?”
He responded: “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re getting defensive now”. The conversation fizzled to a stop, and the American man walked away.
While talking to Americans and other expatriates, I’ve found myself playing the role of the defensive Ghanaian – a role I hate being cast in – a few too many times for my liking. A few weeks ago an American woman I had recently met invited me to a girls night out. The venue was a private bar in one of Accra’s recently constructed ultra-modern block of flats.
Before I entered the premises, the security guard had to call and make sure I was expected. I didn’t blame him. I don’t think anyone with the type of car I drive lives in a flat like that. The girls I ended up hanging out with that night were American and British. Somehow the conversation turned to a discussion about the attitudes of Ghanaian employees. As the only person in the group who was seen as “authentically Ghanaian”, the others seemed to be looking to me as some sort of expert.
One American woman said, “there is no local talent. Companies are dying to hire local talent and they can’t find anyone”. I was shocked. I thought of all the “smart, local talent” in my networks and couldn’t help but say, “Well you know people tend to hire people within their networks. Maybe you are just not plugged into the right networks”. One or two other women nodded knowingly, and then another American woman said, “Well I think that we don’t respect local talent. My company pays Ghanaians very little but the American expats get great salaries, with accommodation and other perks”.
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