Makola

I went to Makola in Accra today to do some shopping. It was MADNESS. Stand after stand of random STUFF. Clothes, kitchen supplies, food, books, fabric, cosmetics, everrrything all crammed together for blocks and blocks and floors and floors. Being Obruni is ridiculous and makes the experience so overwhelming. Everyone is calling out to you, grabbing your arm, shouting racist comments, stopping to chat and ask for your number, talking about you with other people in Twi, and worst of all, RIPPING YOU OFF. Grrr. On top of all that, you have to bargain for your life! Even though the end price is still cheaper than what you'd pay in America, it is infuriating to know that it is worth so much less and they know it; they're just taking advantage of my naivety. There are so many things i want to look at/buy at the market, but it's so overwhelming and stressful that after a half hour, i just want to escape by tro tro and go home. Anyway, i ended up getting a lot of fabric and a black clutch for nice events. Here's the pretty fabric i bought.

(left to right: one yard for 3 cedi; two yards for 4 cedi; and one yard for 5 cedi. Was completely ripped off due to some miscommunication issues on the third piece of fabric. Boo.)