Sausage roll

The pastry was flaky, very messy and I had my shirt and tie on. I was sat in the back of Jeff's car, fortunately he had continued to run the Air Conditioning. Tamara had returned to the car with a pastry and cold drink for me and a pastry each for them. Very kind, but I am not surprised. With a Mother like Mrs 'G', kindness isn't just a personal value, it is an inherent trait. The pastry was good, flaky and warm and very tasty. I wondered if it was Goat. It looked like a large sausage roll, but wider and the texture inside was too smooth to be one of them. I asked, "it's beef replied Tamara". "Okay", I said. Okay has a meaning of it's own in Ghana. I suspect it means that I don't believe you, or maybe, yeah but I am suspicious. It probably means a lot more. Remember; just because it's English, it doesn't mean that it is the same.

Hissing appears to mean the same each time. I like hissing, I heard it again today. This time to attract the attention of the drinks lady and ensure that water was placed on my table. She didn't respond the first time, he hissed again. This time with emphasis, she turned. He hissed again, she moved faster.

When a Ghanaian shakes your hand, it may not be an act of friendship. The males have their own secret handshake. A combination of a European handshake followed by a clench using the thumbs and as the hand moves away each uses one finger so that together they click the two fingers that touch. Togetherness is an important part of their heritage. How else would they overcome the slave traders as they were shackled and sailed to foreign lands?