Winnie the Pooh in Africa, or, Happy Birthday Materia!

Akwaaba and happy birthday Materia! Yes, the small one known as "Weensy" is not so weensy anymore--she's four! As is the tradition, Materia awoke this morning to cinnamon toast (with candles) in bed and a rather groggy rendition of happy birthday to celebrate the beginning of her fifth year on the planet. She's already something of a traveller, having been born in Saskatchewan, then living in Manitoba for a year, and now she is in Africa. What's most remarkable about Materia (whose name, in Latin, means "of the human world," and is taken from the great Canadian novel Fall on Your Knees), is that she has thrived wherever we have taken her and the Ghanaian accent that she is developing is making her all the more endearing.

Her birthday just about coincided with a Winnie the Pooh event at Accra's National Centre, and being the loyal corporate licensing fans that we are (not to mention the fact that a good number of us were born in the city after which "Winnie" was named), we decided to cough up the 15 Ghana cedis per person to attend. It was not without some (rather discriminatory) trepidation that we did so, as the event was rush seating, we had never been to the National Centre, and our tickets were for 2:00 p.m., with the first show at 12:00. We wondered how they would get the first crowd out in time for us to see the show, but we also felt the 2:00 p.m. show would give them time to work the bugs out. Of course the thought also occurred to us that the power has a tendency to go out in the mid-afternoon every day.

On the Sunday of the performance, we had a small family birthday party at home (homemade, Ghanaian cocoa, chocolate cake--hooray for mom!--and FanChoco ice cream) and then we left. We arrived about fifteen minutes early after a brief pit stop at the Pizza Inn, to find that our timing was perfect and they were just letting the next wave of "fans" in. The trouble was that the last group of people were still in the building and they were just starting the on-stage pictures with Pooh and Friends. There were about 150 people waiting and I commented that it was at least a two hour line up. To the credit of the event organizers, they moved the pictures into the lobby, to make way for the opening acts (we did not know that there were any!), which consisted of a child modelling agency fashion show (Bronte knows exactly what she wants to be now...imagine her father's delight) and a youth dance troupe. Both were a pretty decent way to wait out the start of the Pooh performance, which did not begin until just after 3:30 p.m.!

All in all, it was a pretty darn good day and the kids were excellent. This, despite the fact that the performance lasted just over fifteen minutes (yes, your math is correct, that is 6 Ghana cedis a minute for our family!) and they had to wait so long. There were a few moments where Carmilla and I shared a giggle as the whole exercise of seeing Winnie the Pooh in Ghana was surreal and a little disjointed. We are not surprised though, as people are pretty quick to embrace western goods and consumption habits, and the CEOs of corporations such as Disney must get goosebumps thinking about the market potential of a largely untapped African consumer population. Of course the English teacher in me thinks it can't all be bad as Pooh's creator, A.A. Milne, is a literary giant who deserves a posthumous readership well into the future. To paraphrase Eeyore, who celebrated his "tail-aversary" in the performance, with a bit of literary license: "It's not much of a blog, but I'm kind of attached to it." I hope you are too!