GHANAIAN GUYS.... since I know you all are curious

Let it be known that in order to write this blog I had to consult my dear friend Kierstin and others on the matter, because this breed of man is not easily defined.

So we could compare Ghanaian men to those in America, we could merely list their characteristics, or we could give you a few common scenarios were Ghanaian men are involved, or we could do a bit of each, which I think is probably the best option in order for all of you to understand exactly what we mean when we say "Ghanaian Guy."

Some basic characteristics are:

• Bold/ forward to the max (some not all)
  
• Confident in their wooing skills, and their ability to be your husband, at a moments notice.
• Muscles, muscles, muscles.... need i say more
• generally sincere and sweet, but watch out for the Oburni hunters (will define later)!
• touchy, feely in the sense that they are always holding your hand, putting their arms around you, holding your waist etc. -let it be known that this is often happening in a friendly manner, between friends
• Very eager to know all about you- this pertains mostly to girls
• they are your friend, you have no choice! If you have met and made eye contact there is no way out!
• they all know how to dance, even if they say they can't, and can all dance very well.
• in their minds there is no reason why they should not: ask where you live, ask for your number, ask for your email address, ask for your facebook name, ask for your hand in marriage even if you are married, pregnant, or 12.
• they are horrible at judging ages
• they are respectful

Now that you have some of the basics let's create some scenarios:
(let it be known that these stories are based on true life experiences and the names of these men have been changed to protect their egos.)

1. After one rehearsal with this group of dancers this boy, we shall call him Kwame, grew particularly interested in this one girl, a friend of mine, to be called Liz. After complimenting her on her dance skills, which were not that great, he continued to shower her with praise of her amazing I.Q., which he has no knowledge of her intelligence and her fabulous singing voice, while he has never heard her sing. Once on break Kwame was glued to Liz's side. He was quick to ask her about her contact information in Ghana and the U.S. and began to plan how he would contact her months later when she had arrived home.

2. This story is called "the speed walking story." I would like to mention that the names of the people involved in this story don't actually matter as this story could be applied to many different situations and people. In this particular story there was no exchange of names. It goes like this. The white girl was walking home at 9:30 pm from her tro tro stop along a very lit street. Because it was late she was walking the normal American pace rather than a slower Ghanaian pace. Part way along the street she was met by a Ghanaian man who was incredibly out of breath. As she continues to walk towards her home the man said to her, "I saw you from afar when you got off the tro tro and I was amazed by how fast you were walking. I thought to myself that if a woman can walk that fast I, a man, should be able to walk that fast too!" Let us keep in mind that he was dying and that the girl was perfectly fine. at the end of the street as they split ways he asked how he would see her again, and asked for her number. She skillfully replied "I walk this walk every day" he was shocked "how about you meet me, or happen to see me and we will walk it together." She never saw him again.

unfortunately we are out of time for today, but this will be continued tomorrow for your and our amusement.