On an impulse, I bought my first Malta at a gas station this evening.
I actually almost finished a whole can.
I distinctly recall having my first Malta in April 2011. After one sip, I furtively tossed it in the sink. I couldn’t finish it. I imagine it’s how foreigners first react to drinking Dr. Pepper. It’s an acquired taste.
After nearly 3 years here, am I slowly becoming a Ghanaian? Malta is a non-alcoholic, carbonated malt beverage.
Enjoying a can of Malta, eating Ghanaian food regularly, turning up at events later and later, and adopting a more forgiving definition of beauty all suggest that I’m slowly turning into a Ghanaian. For instance, I used to think only this was nice:
And now, I understand what Sir Mix-A-Lot was referring to so long ago. I can appreciate this:
I regularly add “Ahh”s and “Oh”s for emphasis in my speech. The girls at the office are also teaching me Twi small small. Soon I will be speaking my Twi/pidgin like the best of them.
(I tried to hiss at wait staff in the US until my sister reminded me it was rude.)
I’m becoming that which I despise. What is the world coming to?!!