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September 20, 2006

A Phone Call from Africa

Sometimes I get phone calls from Ghana in the middle of the night. 3:30am, to be exact. Last night was one of those nights. The calls come from Ackah, a man about my age who sells CDs on the street near where my "Auntie" lives in Accra, Ghana. I walked down that street everyday, and we started becoming friends when I bought a Fela Kuti CD from Ackah. I gave my phone number to a lot of people in Ghana, but he is the only one who has actually called me. I think he has called on about three separate occasions, always at 3:30am. He must not know about the six-hour time difference! It is jarring to have the phone ring in the middle of the night. Before Ackah started calling, the last time the phone rang at that time, it was David's dad having a heart attack. So I always answer, sure that something is wrong, but Ackah was just calling to say hi. And when I say "phone calls," I do mean plural. It always takes him a few times to get through, then, invariably, after I figure out who it is and we do say hi, he hangs up and calls back. I'm not quite sure why. It is very bizarre, but, knowing how difficult it is to make a phone call in Ghana (it took me two weeks to figure out how to call David), I'm flattered that Ackah makes the effort, even if he never actually says much of anything.

Posted by eklanche at September 20, 2006 11:47 AM

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