Ghana Passport Control

Personal-Public Reflection

When I went to Ghana i forgot to fill out that lil passport card when i was on the plane. So I had to like go find a table, borrow a pen, I’m really trynna rush and get to the city. Like I’m ready to tap in, what’s up nigga. This Ghana nigga. I was just in Ethiopia. Never made it off the tarmac but i was ready to go. Quick layover man. Like 15min. Shit was impressive to see, they organized in Ethiopia, i need to go back and take some notes. Anyways so I’m rushing to fill out the form and it always asks you your occupation which is such a weird question for me but I just put ‘strategist.’ I’m like idk, i do do that, and it sound official and like niggas aint gonna ask me too many questions about it so I’ll just go through the gates and be on. I’ll go with that instead of artist or some shit. Idk. Niggas always be asking artists extra questions but be like testing em and shit like, “you a artist artist?” Lol, what? And so I give mans my passport and he looking through it and sees ‘strategist’ and he like chuckles or something and then he stamps it, hands it back to me and says, ‘Strategist, eh? You a war strategist?’ And he was like joking but he wasn’t. And i laughed but i didn’t answer. I done told a thousand niggas ima strategist and aint nobody ever asked me that as a follow up question. What does he know that I don’t? My grandfather was a chef in the army. How do our practices, our occupations, how we spend our time change to reflect the environments of today? For now I work as a strategist, for now i design clothes, for now I organize community, for now we’re at war.