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Identity: Who do you think you are?
Composite of pictures showing a zebra, men drinking from a gourde, a woman carrying oranges, Kwame Nkrumah, Somali passports, an Egyptian football fan and Ethiopian veteran soldiers.

With the 50th anniversary of Ghana's independence being celebrated on 6 March - an event that symbolised the beginning of the end of colonialism in Africa - the BBC's new competition for Africa explores the continent's identity.

Here, BBC News website readers from Ghana describe who they think they are.


Kwaku Antwi-Boasiako
I like to eat fufu (pounded yam or plantain) every day.
But that is probably all that identifies me as an Ashanti, one of the tribes in Ghana.

I am married to a woman from the Ga tribe and have many friends from different tribes in different countries.

Therefore it intrigues me why some people just cannot live with others from different tribes and it becomes a source of great pain to me whenever tribal conflicts are ignited anywhere in Africa.

I have made friends with people from Nigeria, Zimbabwe, Kenya, Tanzania and Mali.

I am black and African, and so I groan in my heart whenever I watch negative media reports about black people anywhere in the world.

My stomach sings an aria and does a little jig for joy
Akosua Kyewaa

I am not racist because I also have friends and colleagues from China, Iran, America, Belgium, the Czech Republic and Britain who are neither black nor African.

However, I think that my identity, thinking and world view are influenced largely by being black and African.

Thierry Henry, Clarence Seedorf and Rio Ferdinand are footballers from France, Holland and England - countries I have always supported during any European nation's football tournaments.

I am not a great golf enthusiast but I enjoy golf news because of Tiger Woods, just as I enjoy tennis because of the Williams sisters.

I write and talk about Zimbabwe's Robert Mugabe and Olusegun Obasanjo of Nigeria; Nelson Mandela and King Mswati of Swaziland; famine in Niger, poverty, disease and democracy in Africa with equal passion because I am black and African.


Statue of Kwame Nkrumah
Who am I? I ask the land of my birth
Land in which I am but a serf
Who am I?
Black or African? A Ghanaian or an Akan?

So I pick up my history course
I take a stroll through ancient corridors
I head towards Mali, to Timbuktu
And I see my parts fleeing towards Ouagadougou
Kumbi Saleh is burning
And my ancestors are running

They have no time to answer me
Not even when I fall on my knees

So I turn down south
Seething with indignant wrath
I take a long road
Through a mountainous fold
Nostalgic riddled places
A labyrinth of mazes
Through the Sahara, Niger, Gambia to Ghana
Fed by heavenly manna

An exhaustive tour
For a recount of my history lore
But no such story abounds
For the story tellers are not around

I am not whole
I feel that in my soul
Fragments of me exist across nameless borders
My files are filed in unmarked folders
And I shall never know my identity
With any certainty
For I am all and I am none.


Woman with fufu
As a former missionary's daughter I have been all over the place. So to identify myself and finally settle on who I really am, I'll go on a gastronomic trip of my life.

First off, Zambia: maize pap with caterpillar? Eeww, sorry not here, thank you.

Next to Malawi: more maize, but with loads of meat. Ok, but let us move on.

Kenya, now there is a place to be. Irio and githeri (vegetable stews with beans) - whoops; chapatti and vegetable sauce - yum.

My tummy is calming down. Let's have ugali (maize porridge) and sukumawiki (spinach) - we're getting somewhere when the cook knows what he is doing.

In the UK I get giddy on fish and sausage and chips.

But now to Ghana, where I originate from: up to the mountains in my grandmother's village.

She puts before me a black bowl filled with fufu and soup.

I take a fiery swallow, my tummy stands still. I bite a piece of dried snail and follow it with smoked fish.

Then a good ball of fufu and slurp some more soup. My stomach sings an aria and does a little jig for joy.

Yes, oh, yes! I am home.

This is who I am: a full-blooded Ghanaian, lover of tasty food, living in a land where even spit grows.

Who care which region or tribe I belong to?


Let us know whether you identify yourself first and foremost with your family, your ethnic group, your country, your region or your continent. How does that affect the way you behave and the way you see the world?

If you have photos to accompany your contribution send them to newsonline.africa@bbc.co.uk, otherwise use the form at the bottom of the page.

Entries should be no more than 300 words.

The best will be published on the BBC News website, broadcast on the BBC World Service's Network Africa programme and entered into a prize draw to win a week-long visit to London.

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