For recreation, Ghanaians gather around pixelated television screens for hours, fixated on foreign soap operas that many viewers cannot understand. The plots are always the same: porcelain-faced women lust after broad-chested men as the peripheral characters sneer from a distance.
Although Ghanaian culture insists upon modesty, young viewers enjoy the twisted privileges of witnessing half-naked women on screen pollute the happiness of their equally-skimpy companions. The shows are punctuated by traditional commercials in which shapely African women smile grandly at food and kitchen products.
The extremity of the gestures and facial expressions within these television shows inspires me to laugh aloud, although my fellow viewers don’t see the humor.
In Ghana, nothing is over-acted. Drama, no matter how poorly-displayed, is the welcomed escape of devout Christians who very rarely explore the liberties of evil.