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CHAIRMAN’S<br />
corner<br />
ALL ROADS<br />
LEAD TO<br />
LAGOS VIA<br />
MUMBAI AND<br />
ACCRA<br />
Joe Osae Addo<br />
Chairman, <strong>ArchiAfrika</strong><br />
I woke up on the 30th floor of the Renaissance<br />
Hotel in Mumbai to a spectacular view of<br />
the lake and the high rises beyond, a far cry<br />
from the intensely chaotic, but seemingly<br />
synchronized traffic of the previous night’s<br />
arrival in the city from Mumbai airport. The<br />
experience of arriving in Mumbai is strangely<br />
familiar to that of arrival in Lagos and to a<br />
lesser extent, Accra. The familiarity of these<br />
experiences is a clear vestige of colonial British<br />
rule.<br />
Deep thoughts abound as I<br />
reflect on what Ghana, and<br />
the other colonies, could have<br />
become and suddenly I find<br />
myself reminiscing about<br />
the Ghana of my childhood<br />
in the early 1970’s. Ghana in<br />
those days appeared idyllic<br />
with exposure to a modern<br />
way of life firmly rooted in<br />
the passionate love for our<br />
traditions, passed on from<br />
our grand parents.<br />
The previous generation of non-Accra folk,<br />
were born and raised in our hometowns and<br />
villages rather than the cities, and therefore<br />
the first generation of us city children would<br />
still visit the village frequently, and truly<br />
looked forward to our monthly trips out to<br />
experience the change of pace. To me as a<br />
precocious child, modernity embodied being<br />
able to straddle modernity and traditionalism<br />
with ease and without conflict.<br />
Nothing symbolized modernity and Accra<br />
living more than the Ambassador Hotel<br />
(now Movenpick Ambassador Hotel—to<br />
which it bears no resemblance at all), with<br />
its extraordinary swimming pool and grand<br />
international style architecture. As a nine year<br />
old, what mattered most were the delicious<br />
scones and Cornish pies! It was these great<br />
pastries, be it the local or western inspired<br />
ones, which made my Accra tick. My thick<br />
waistline emerged all those years ago, and I<br />
blame it entirely on the Ambassador Hotel!<br />
Early 1970’s Accra was a child’s dream.<br />
Afternoon Boys Scouts meetings at the Ridge<br />
Church School, where I attended primary<br />
school and where my dear mother also<br />
happened to be headmistress, to the Children’s<br />
Theater at the Arts Center, to the music lessons<br />
at the National Symphony where my piano<br />
teacher Mr. Vanderpuye worked: this was my<br />
way of life. We would sometimes ride our<br />
‘banana seat bikes’ around the Ridge School<br />
with dear friends, Amand Ayensu, Joseph and<br />
Michael Kinsley Nyinah, Robert Millls, Adjei<br />
Adjetey, with Afua Sutherland Park and<br />
George Padmore Library as our stomping<br />
grounds. Even then I knew that open space<br />
and good architecture mattered- as embodied<br />
by the spaces described and the Ambassador<br />
Hotel. Life was not so bad at all.<br />
Swimming at the Ambassador was the special<br />
treat any child would crave for. The pool as I<br />
remember it had bright blue tiles, which gave<br />
the water the look of the ocean and made it<br />
appear so large that it commanded my respect.<br />
We jumped from the diving boards with gusto<br />
but were mindful not to be a nuisance to the<br />
regular swimmers. One such ‘hip’ gentleman<br />
that seemed to live in the pool (hahahah) was<br />
‘the famous South African’ Hugh Masekela.<br />
Yes, that was how the pool attendant described<br />
him to us at the time. Hugh was a gentle kind<br />
man, and often obliged our Cornish pasty<br />
habits. We knew that this man was in exile in<br />
Ghana and was a very famous musician. We<br />
revered him, even at that age.<br />
These are very sketchy<br />
memories, but I remember<br />
his easy and commanding<br />
smile and certainly his<br />
generosity and that he lived<br />
in the scion of modernism,<br />
the Ambassador Hotel.<br />
I wonder what he thinks of the new Movenpick<br />
Ambassador, whose amenities I still enjoy<br />
with my family today. My sons Kwaku and<br />
Juhani often run around the hotel, as if they<br />
owned it, much as we did over 40 years ago.<br />
Certain things never change! It’s a shame that<br />
they will never experience the connection to<br />
heritage that such buildings conjured for us<br />
residents of post-colonial Accra.<br />
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