I am Officially Ghanaian...

'You are officially Ghanaian' those are the words my trainer told me last friday. After he said that I was utterly confused, I thought I had been Ghanaian all along although I must admit there are some basic features like speaking my language fluently that I lack. A few seconds later I realized he was saying that whilst looking at my little finger. My finger looked like it had been submerged in ink or overtanned. I looked at it said 'Oh' and we laughed it off.
 The question is how did my perfectly manicured little finger look like it had been roasted? Let me narrate the events that led to the above statement.
In a few months every Ghanaian will be going to the polling stations to vote and only last week our government decided to start the biometric voting registration which is supposed to cover a duration of two weeks. It is important to note that we are over 22 million citizens and many of us work or go to school and it seems unfeasible that the majority of Ghanaians would be able to register in order to vote during this short amount of time. So, in order to beat the system we device strategies. This is going to be my first voting process and it has already left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had to wake up really early because didn't want to be in a queue but I eventually ended in one. When we arrived there was so much chaos. People shoving,pushing and shouting. Some random guy was shouting on the top of his lungs that he had slept there the night before keeping vigil on his position....hmmm can you imagine.
Fortunately for us(my sister, brother and I) we had gotten some insider to speed up our process. In other words we had oiled a little the hands of some worker.
P.S this information is to be kept between you(fellow bloggers) and I.
This sped up the process a bit but it rather intensified the commotion outside because people started hurling insults at us and saying threatening comments like' You guys are not going to get out of here without a fight' etc.  These comments did not scare me a bit because Ghanaians are more of the talking type but never arrive at the implementation stage. After all the caucus, my fingerprints were scanned, my picture was taken, my name was keyed into a database by a lazy service personnel who took ages typing and in the end my little finger was dipped into some black ink that can not wash off.
The black ink means I have registered to vote, I'm performing my civic duty(whatever).
This ends my tale. To be continued later..
                                                                               Yours Sincerly
                                                                                Officially Ghanaian gal lol