As I hinted previously, this blog is going through a transition: a new name, an additional writer, and a little more crazy. I will be joined by my dearest Amma, and we will continue to write about (African) love topics. With the new face of this blog, we wanted to (re) introduce ourselves to the world; so we’ve done so in style, by introducing each another.
Amma’s Introduction of Afua:
When we had our first house meeting, I really can’t say I knew what to expect of Afua with her ‘Born in Liberia, grew up in Canada, lived in Florida’ narrative. Since I apply heuristics like most normal human beings, I was desperately trying to put her in a box— a black box:
Is she friendly Canadian- black? Is she global citizen of the world tree hugging- black? Is she Dade county four-to-the-top, four-to-the-bottom- black? Is she regular black? Uppity black? Stereotypical- black? Stereotypical African- black?
What kind of black is she, for crying out loud!?!?!?
Three months into it, I decided she was ‘Martha’s Vineyard’ Black with a dash of old bay seasoning… for flavor of course. We are very different and very alike. When I would wake up and catch her perusing the web with her
addiction obsession predilection for theYBF.com… I knew this was the beginning of something great. After all, aren’t all great relationships happily situated on a bedrock of black celebrity gossip and overall messiness??
Coming together for this blog will mean some very interesting times since Afua and I run very much like a DNA strand—connected and still separated; codified in very unique ways. Though we share an eerily similar relationship past, it has shaped us in very different ways and this blog will probably highlight these points of dissension.
Plus she’s ‘Martha’s Vineyard Black’— so we’ll see how this goes. 🙂
Afua’s Introduction of Amma:
You know those people you instantly connect with, where it’s one of those connection at first sight-type things. Ya, well, that’s not exactly what happened for me with this one.
I remember meeting Amma for the first time: I had arrived home from work to a locked apartment from the inside… ‘ Ermm, what’s this? … Oh, the new roommate is here…’ What appeared at the door was a natural hair sporting- but I don’t have a definitive reason why; loud speaking- I’m Ghanaian, but not; free-spirited negro, but I’m double Ivy league; I bleed PG County up and down, but I love American appeal clothing- types… ‘You’re. Kinda. Odd. Boo.’
She appeared in my life at an interesting time. We shared a freakishly similar recent love history and I needed someone a little further ahead to tell me things like: ‘stop listening to John Mayer, let’s go out’ or ‘maybe this one isn’t exactly the best rebound for you.’ I love her a lot, and I like her even more.
Our daily after work chatter became a necessity to my life and when my thoughts started drifting frequently to ‘if people could only be a fly on my wall’, I realized someone(s) would benefit from our ramblings, or at the very least be entertained. So here we are. I’ve transformed the Bandeka blog to my bedroom, and Amma and I will continue our ramblings per usual.
We hope you are entertained, encouraged, provoked, and all that other good stuff.
WELCOME TO RAMBLING ROOMMATES!
**A few caveats to our story: we’re both Ivy League educated Ghanaian single women, who have moved to Ghana after spending essentially all our lives abroad. We are freakishly similar in thought n freakishly different in pretty much everything else. We have a lot to say about pretty much everything, however this blog will continue to be focused on love, life and the pursuit of marital bliss. (Well let’s concentrate on the first two) 🙂
What this blog won’t be is a Sex in Accra – type blog, for those of you looking for that, you can go visit our friends over at ‘Adventures From’ 🙂