Let me tell you the story of how my dad almost
got mauled by a monkey. So yesterday my family decided to take a little field
trip to the Legon Botanical Garden. We were very excited and interested to see
what kind of beautiful plants and flowers Accra had to offer. Upon arriving, we
could tell the garden wasn't exactly what we thought it would be. The picture
below shows the entrance to the very very modest "garden". Now, even
though it looked absolutely nothing like a botanical garden of any sort, we
decided to give it a try and walked in. We talked to the guards at the doorway,
asking about their favorite things to go and see in the "garden".
Now, while this was going on, I looked deeper into the park where I saw some
movement. I could've sworn I saw two very small and lively baby monkeys jumping
around outside of their cage. I thought, "No they must be in a cage",
and blamed my faulty vision to my sunglasses. I heard the guards tell my
parents to check out the monkeys which reinforced my thoughts that they MUST be
in a cage, they wouldn't let them run free right? Wrong.
As we walked into the
park and towards the monkeys, I told my dad of my suspicions about the monkeys.
He brushed it off, thinking as I had that they couldn't be out of their cages!
We approached and could see a couple standing near the cages, the man very close
to the cage, seemingly talking to the large parent monkeys in the cage. What
should've immediately been a red flag was the fact that the female was standing
noticeably further away from the cages with an apprehensive look on her face.
But nope, we kept approaching the cage. And then we saw the baby monkeys. They
were messing around under the cage, so it was hard to tell that they weren't
boxed in, but I knew. Guys, I knew. My mom, brothers, and I kept our distance
with the other woman but my dad inched closer to the cage, greeting the other
man. Then, the monkey’s rough play brought them out from under the cage and
that's when it got real. They began chasing each other, not straying far from
the cage but in a crazy roughhousing manner. This is when I, along with my
brother and mom, started making my way far far far far far away from the little
monkeys. Unfortunately, my dad didn't get the memo, and was too close to the
cage to back away without being spotted, and he was. One of the monkeys began
making their way towards him and this is when we began to freak out a little (a
lot). Soon, the monkey was inches from my dad and looking like it wanted to
jump onto him. Naturally, he did his best to shoo it away, but these monkeys
weren't afraid of humans, as they were used to being around them. I'm really
sorry I don't have a picture of this moment, because I was trying my best not
to pee myself. Maybe next time. :) We finally escaped the monkeys by jogging
(sprinting) away from them. Over the course of the next few minutes, my whole
family was on edge, heads whipping around, looking out for the monkeys at any
sound. I'm sure we looked slightly insane running away from the monkeys and
being on the lookout for them wherever we went, but they felt like the right measures
to take after the terrifying encounter.
Below is another picture
from the "garden", a path we took and saw some incredibly huge
termite hills, while still being on the lookout for crazy little monkeys of
course.
White people are a rarity
in Ghana, so seeing them is an interesting experience, but it's comforting to
know that there are others visiting and doing the same kind of thing we are.
That said, when coming across them, or any people of a lighter skin tone, we
tend to feel a bit of a bond and compelled to help them out if we can. As we
were exiting the park, we saw a European family about to enter the park. We
contemplated warning them of the dreaded monkeys but eventually decided against
it, that would be their adventure :).
As you can hopefully see,
the Joseph family was traumatized and in need of a nice cool down and treat so
we headed over to the bar/grill/pizzeria called Nayiba that was directly next
door to the botanical garden.
On
the left is a snazzy pic of the super cool Sprite bottles we got with our meal
of goat kabobs. Sadly, I forgot to do the Instagram thing and take picture of
my meal but I can assure, there will be plenty of meal pics coming up.
Below is a picture of our view from the table at Nayiba, a really nice
and calm eating place.
After
our adventure at the garden, we decided to head home and try to get some naps
in before the Super Bowl, which was on at 11pm Ghana time.
Being
the loyal American Ghanaians we tuned in to the Super Bowl on time and watched
the whole thing, my dad rooting for the Broncos and me and my brothers for the
Seahawks.
Thanks
for reading and please leave comments with any questions/thoughts about what I
should talk about!
-Layla
Okay, so are your sleeping quarters in this place like what you are used to here in the states? What social rules do you witness...close physical contact between the genders? How rare is it to see people who seem to maybe be African American?
ReplyDeleteWow, Layla! What an adventure! Those monkeys probably just wanted food, or to play.
ReplyDeleteI do have some questions for you. They are probably things you will observe over time, so no need to answer right away. Or, you can answer now and update later!
1. What differences do you see between American youth and Ghanaian youth? (social, cultural etc.)
2. What forms of art do you encounter/appreciate? How does art fit into the world around you?
3. Same question for music!