On fire?

  The very same BBC professionals - via its brilliant 'Focus on Africa' magazine, surely not the happiest branch in the House after being hit quite hard by funding cuts- mimic the (often extremely) biased coverage of African affairs by their partner World News department by putting together some sort of Quarterly Quotes 'special issue' on African leaders recommending their people not to travel to the UK due to potential security issues after the Tottenham riots broke in.

"Britain, I understand, is on fire" (R. Mugabe) or "Those who can delay or postpone their trips should consider doing so" (South Africa's Department of International Relations and Cooperation) are part of this fresh quote collection. But to get the metaphor right the coverage should actually be restricted to student distress and demonstrations over tuition fees - and totally ignoring the rest of the stuff (including Premier League, unfeasible therefore). Just featuring angry people at the economic havoc - that sort of thing anyway.

Even if I'm aware it's not easy to be a journalist under certain circumstances in certain African countries, I don't think any sensible newsperson would buy such a biased approach. But mainstream media are nowadays sucked by the political whirlpool and lie farther from objectivity than ever. Then again, no one seems to care too much about it - save maybe for some scattered Occupy people here and there.

A working class hero

  Read this touching reflection at the end of a wikipedia post on Bob Marley while in my hotel room listening to the distant reggae-like tunes of the invited band - it's a Friday. Marley's image on T-shirts and posters is also quite frequent in Africa - only second to specific football sportswear, see next post.

The 'Legacy' section of the Marley wikipedia text reads as follows:
Marley has also evolved into a global symbol, which has been endlessly merchandised through a variety of mediums. In light of this, author Dave Thompson in his book 'Reggae and Caribbean Music', laments what he perceives to be the commercialized pacification of Marley's more militant edge, stating:
"Bob Marley ranks among both the most popular and the most misunderstood figures in modern culture ... That the machine has utterly emasculated Marley is beyond doubt. Gone from the public record is the ghetto kid who dreamed of Che Guevara and the Black Panthers, and pinned their posters up in the Wailers Soul Shack record store; who believed in freedom; and the fighting which it necessitated, and dressed the part on an early album sleeve; whose heroes were James Brown and Muhammad Ali; whose God was Ras Tafari and whose sacrament was marijuana. Instead, the Bob Marley who surveys his kingdom today is smiling benevolence, a shining sun, a waving palm tree, and a string of hits which tumble out of polite radio like candy from a gumball machine. Of course it has assured his immortality. But it has also demeaned him beyond recognition. Bob Marley was worth far more".


So here I am, pretty much stucked at the luxury hotel (too much work) which will make you feel as if you were staying at any similar hotel in a Western capital. Only reality is just a threshold away. All these interchangeable hotels have their standard music threads going on day and night (horror vacui is the actual name for that) and Oh dear, there is the 'pacification' or 'emasculation' at its highest peak. Not just Marley -don't hear any of his songs along my whole stay- but every single musician. Take Lennon, for instance: 'Woman' and a funny female-voiced version of 'Beautiful boy' are both featured (true: I do other things besides listening to the rubbish that pours out of the loudspeakers, so I can't actually tell about how it goes 24/7). And that's it. No 'Imagine'. No 'Working class hero'. No 'Cold turkey' (well I can understand there's no 'Cold turkey'). Not a single African song (closest to it being Collins' 'Another day in paradise', which is African alright). Polite radio indeed. Like candy from a gumball machine. Indeed.

Whatever happened to brave music broadcasters?

[I know luxury hotel music threads have nothing to do with broadcasters or DJs, but rather with computers and telecoms, but it's a very sad thing what they do to music - like Flack's 'Killing me softly' only the other way round, it's actually the music what gets systematically killed there]

Football is BIG in Ghana

  One of the greatest advantages of loving football is you can engage in a conversation on the topic with practically anyone who shares interest, regardless of origin or the team each one supports. Football was big on TV screens along my 1-week stay in Ghana, was big on Open Access Africa 2011 Conference breaks and was the topic of one of the best conversations I had along my stay, on Ghanaian football teams role along the African Champions League competition (Ghana has sustainedly been one of the best African national teams for quite some time now).

You may be surprised to find blackboards among the shantytown houses by the road announcing Chelsea-Arsenal being broadcasted at the local 'New Wembley' joint that afternoon. Or the whole Spanish Liga schedule for the day. But that's only the first few times you see it. Then you get used to it all. The cheering coming out of bars at Premier League match time (and not just from blockbuster games: Sunderland-Aston Villa will do as well). The hotel manager watching an Atletico Madrid-Zaragoza game late at night. T-shirts from all conceivable teams and players being worn by young and old people all around town. Borussia Dortmund flag flying high at the top end of a ship pole among dozens of national -mainly African- flags in Elmina (actually hand-made rags so that the English flag will rather look like the Red Cross one). Football is a true religion in this country (and then I suddenly remember this UAE taxi driver telling me last year in Dubai that "football was too much of a passion" in his country).

Nigerian attendees to the Conference making up over 80% of the total number, coffee breaks where a great chance for trying to find out the causes for the national football squad demise in international tournaments since that unforgettable U.S.-held World Cup back in '94. After independently talking to a couple of them, they agreed it was due to politics and football mismanagement in the country. One of them did also incidentally inform me he considered Jose Mourinho to be the best coach in the world, "a mathematician in his way of performing game analysis".

Finally, there was this delightful conversation on African football along wich I learned quite a lot of things (not much of an expert myself anyway). First, on the North African teams winning most recent editions of the African Champions League "because they have the money and will snatch the best West African players" (sound familiar?). Or on the best teams in Ghana, Kumasi Asante and Accra Hearts of Oak having each of them won this very Cup (even a couple of times in the case of the former). Or on the tricks for featuring much older players as U21 representatives (not in Ghana, though, "that's the Nigerian". Alright). Was having a look at the African Champions League historical records after the conversation and they are truly interesting (quite a number of countries featured on the top places including Sudan or Zimbabwe). And this year's final first leg will be taking place in four days time, on Nov 6th between Moroccan Wydad Casablanca and Tunisian Espérance ST. Wow.

Body White - the gel for lighting up your skin

  Los primeros días de estancia en Kumasi (la segunda ciudad de Ghana después de Accra, la capital) coinciden con la celebración de la Conferencia Open Access Africa 2011 en la Kwame Nkrumah Science and Technology University (KNUST). El esquema de ponente es como sigue: estamos todos alojados en el Golden Tulip Hotel de Kumasi, de donde nos recoge de buena mañana un vehículo con conductor para trasladarnos al Great Hall de la KNUST donde tiene lugar el evento. Por la tarde, una vez concluida la jornada, regresamos al hotel de la misma manera -atravesando en ambos casos los tremendos atascos de tráfico que se forman en esta ciudad en los días laborables.

No hay por tanto muchas ocasiones de tomar contacto con la ciudad. Apenas lo que se puede atisbar por la ventanilla del 4x4. Y entre lo que se atisba -una planta embotelladora de Coca-Cola, por ejemplo- destaca esta valla publicitaria con el mensaje que titula este post: un aclarador de piel (éclaircissant en su nombre original en francés) para las mujeres que no estén contentas con la tonalidad de su piel. Uno -que encuentra las pieles oscuras de lo más hermosas- se queda un poco de piedra mirando el anuncio, pensando que debe ser otra cosa. De modo que al llegar al hotel-búnker con wi-fi, se apresura a consultar Body White en Internet y descubre que sí que es lo que parecía. El marketing de cosméticos -y su creación de falsas necesidades- no conoce fronteras.

Y en la búsqueda subsiguiente de información sobre estos productos (habrá muchas mujeres africanas que utilicen esto?) encuentra uno este artículo académico: 'I Like Your Colour!' - skin bleaching and geographies of race in urban Ghana, publicado en Feminist Review (Palgrave MacMillan) en octubre de 2008. Naturalmente, desde Ghana no tengo acceso al texto completo de este trabajo -ni tampoco desde España, por cierto, es precisamente de esto de lo que he venido a hablar a esta conferencia- pero parece extraordinariamente interesante.

Inquietante bienvenida

  Aterrizamos en Accra procedentes de Casablanca poco después de las cinco de la mañana. Aparte de nuestro avión, sólo hay otro enorme en la pista por lo demás desierta: uno de Virgin Atlantic procedente de Londres que ha llegado hace diez minutos (aún están sacando las maletas). Pese a la hora, al bajar la escalerilla directamente a pista se nota el golpe de humedad y calor tropical. No es mala hora para llegar, hace mucho menos calor y la espera en la revisión de pasaportes forzosamente será más breve.

Al cruzar la aduana de entrada al país, un cartel da la bienvenida a Ghana al viajero. Dice que todos los visitantes "de buena voluntad" son bienvenidos. Y añade que "pedófilos u otros desviados sexuales" no son por contra gratos en el país y que "harían mejor en buscar otro lugar para llevar a cabo sus actividades". Ninguna mención sin embargo a traficantes de armas, tratantes de personas o muñidores de acuerdos comerciales que rayan (o caen de lleno) en la explotación. Inquietante.

Aunque un cartel no va a empañar la ilusión de estar aquí, sí es una muestra de los problemas que afronta la normal aceptación de la homosexualidad en Africa -al parecer choca de frente con un esquema tradicional de la sexualidad orientada a la reproducción. Pero ya desde Occidente se está trabajando en definir esquemas que liguen la concesión de ayuda humanitaria a una política normalizada de reconocimiento de la homosexualidad en la línea del cumplimiento de los derechos humanos.

Mapas inusuales

  A uno, que esta solo medianamente viajado para los (desmesurados) estándares de la epoca -asombro recurrente al ver los precios de los vuelos o de los paquetes de los touroperadores al sudeste asiático en Amsterdam o Londres- siempre le estimula ver mapas que no se corresponden con el esquema eurocéntrico que uno esta acostumbrado a ver: Europa al norte, en lo alto, y Africa al sur, debajo.


Pero en la pantalla del avion de Royal Air Maroc con destino a Accra las cosas se muestran de otra manera: el Golfo de Guinea al norte y las ciudades de África Occidental como destinos que alcanzar en lo alto: Bamako, Lagos, Lomé, Cotonou, Malabo, Luanda, Windhoek incluso. Siempre es agradecible modificar la perspectiva y ser consciente de que allá donde vamos no aplican estrictamente los estándares de medida occidentales, y el mapa no es sino un primer indicio de ello.

A propósito, Togo acaba de ser elegido miembro no permanente del Consejo de Seguridad de la ONU para el periodo 2012-2013.

Summertime (same all-year round) junk TV

  I thought everyone in this country went away on holiday in August leaving the professional activities to hibernate (estivate?) until September. But I found out I'm wrong: the rattlesnakes that make a living out of discussing people's sex life on high audience-rate time TV shows do not go away. It seems they never do - these "refreshing" discussions couldn't possibly be left out of the summertime picture.


How much we all need an imaginative judge that will file a default suit against the
rattlesnakes. Some Granada-based judge, say, that does not ban the sewage-channels (that would actually favour their filthy purposes) but invites them to feature counter-reactive programmes/films such as 'Free Rainer - dein Fernseher lügt' every time the junk productions are displayed (and for as long a time as those). It shouldn't necessarily be the same measure every time: alternative ideas could be funding good films (as many as the number of junk programmes they display, say - they hate it so incredibly much!)


A sideline, good-tempered reflection on the issue: they say (THEY say) priests are keen on telling people how they should behave sexually. This is really funny. When I think about who's actually spending (wasting really) their broadcasting life discussing people sex lives, it's not precisely priests (although they get their own share of the pie, that's for sure). It's actually journalists, editorialists, pathetic TV-guests, and so forth. It's not hard to imagine what their true vocation was, ha, ha. Only they drifted somewhere along the clerical road. Ha. Ha. No wonder they're so strongly opposed to them. It's actually the same breed (and this is a real insult, no offence meant anyway).


NB.- It's not my fault if the picture seems to have been taken from a porn movie. I just turned on the TV for thirty seconds and shot with my cell phone camera. Ok, it was 11:30 pm.