The leaving of Humjibre
I'll be so sad to leave this place, my friends, my dog and the warmth of the air and the feelings.
Enchantingly, these things are normally written in a cafe sitting next to some dude downloading some ropey skin flick. As I wait for the pages to download with about the same alacrity and sense of purpose displayed by the drowsy fat flies that buzz around the room a spirit of ennui infuses my ponderings like someone elses' fart. Well not today, today i'm feeling mawkish and sentimental.
For those who can be bothered to stay with me, I'll try to get at what I like about Ghana and the other bits of Africa we've been to in the last 18 months. It's the unexplained sights like a grown woman carrying a 4foot plastic bag of wotsits down the road, or the DIY signs that make you question the sanity of the author enticing you into a shop, the elongated greetings which snap your fingers like an arthritic pianist, the way you can become a brother in the time it takes to crack a cheesy joke, the way people will laugh with you even though they clearly don't understand what it is you're whittering on about.
Habermas, a dead German fella with rubbery lips and a line in arcane Frankfurt School social commentary, talks about the feeling we get when life is subjected to the efficient, predictable, calculable and controlled clutches of the machine. The way we feel when we're talking to a taped voice on the phone, punching in numbers and swearing at another waste of a lunchtime. He talks about the feeling of anomie that results. Africa, in contrast, always in contrast, feels like a last refuge of glorious chaos.
Of course, this comes at the cost of an often calamitous unpredictability. People are rightly very suspicious of the institutions we in the West cling to. Oral property rights, kleptocratic police, uncivil self-servants and telephones that work when they feel like it make everyone cynical and distrusting of authority. Good on 'em, I say.
We had one short term volunteer with us who wondered why we were doing 'development' since the people were so happy. In response, I told her 'Bollocks', I mean they'd be even more chuffed if their kids weren't at constant risk of disease and had a decent school to go to etc etc. But village life does have its consolations. I've never had so many people who know when I'm ill or that pray for me when I'm travelling in my entire life. And I was a teenage villager in Wales. I guess that would change if every farmer got into their 4x4s and drove to their plots each day instead of renewing those communal bonds by walking and waving their way to work. But then, I'm sure that the 4x4s would be individualised in some unexpected way, so that's cool with me.
So, in our tiny way, we'll continue to work with GHEI and try to find other ways to contribute to lifting the people of Humjibre and others like them out of poverty and into shiny new Hummers. Though we hope they'll be painted orange and green stripes and have a sticker of a baby in a straw hat in the back window.
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