My name is Ulrik Jennische and is a doctoral candidate in social anthropology at Stockholm Universi

It's Salah celebration going on today and Tamale preparing. Eid al-Adha is a Muslim holiday that commemorates that Ibrahim was ready to sacrifice his son Ismail to God. It is celebrated as the pilgrims have completed the Hajj, the journey to Mecca. cordon
In the courtyard outside our home cooking is in full swing. They have been doing all morning and soon we approach lunch. cordon This morning slaughtered a ram in the past week brackish at us as soon as we got inside the gate. The first time I thought it had jumped over the fence, it is full of sheep and goats around us. Yes, in fact the whole town. But instead it was the neighbor who bought it for the celebration this weekend. A group of men standing around the animal cordon and cut up the meat. The younger ones learn from the older ones. Next to sit two men and cut the vegetables into the large pot that will soon begin to boil and spread fragrance in your neighborhood. They prepare the salad and boil rice. Some of the food is donated to the poor, and some parts of it with her family and friends. The neighbor has parked his car nearby and from its speakers heard reggaebaktakter. I think it's Lucky Dube. I really do not know how he sounds but it wont be him when you hear reggae in Ghana and it is not Bob Marley.
Preparations have been going on for weeks. For a long time people in the market talking about how we are in Salah Times and the stores because doing well. Above all, it tygförsäljare and tailors cordon who are satisfied. It fits on to sew new clothes for the celebration. The carpenter who built our furniture is also satisfied. Many of those who traveled to Mecca have submitted their furniture for changing clothes in the meantime. They want it to feel new when they return. For many, the Hajj, the journey to Mecca, which all Muslims with the opportunity should do, change their role in town. They take the names of Alhaji and Hajia and viewed with great respect and it is often good for business and careers.
It is rumored that many of hajj pilgrims had their trips paid for by the political parties, especially cordon the NDC. By fulfilling some of their greatest wish, given hope to others. Maybe it's their turn next time. Policy sympathy created in many ways. Maybe it's not true, but it would be unlikely. A large part of the urban economy in one way or another linked to the political parties.
The day before yesterday, down on the town, I sat with some skjortförsäljare. They are brothers and have been selling shirts since they went to school for nearly twenty years ago. Then moved the shops soon, they were among the first in the city to sell imported using the shirts. Now, many people do the same thing. Competition is fierce and profits small. Every three weeks or so goes one of them south to Accra and buy the pack containing 200-400 shirts. cordon The shirts are washed but wrinkled. When they open a new pack the shirts on the tarpaulin they put on the street, cordon many men passed. When prices cordon are highest. The first can be sold for 10 maybe 15 cedis (35-50 ). After a few days, it is slower, then you are happy about it at all, get them sold for over four cedis, the amount they bought them for. A young guy comes along, he's hip-hop clothes on and his cap askew. He lifts up a black-and-purple-striped shirt, looks at me and says with a playful smile "Buy me something for Salah!"
Those who can afford it have bought a goat or a sheep to slaughter and cook, as my neighbor. Those who have even more advice, buy a cow, such as Fatima's cordon husband. He is a vendor of hardware and always buy a whole cow to this Salah, just as his father always did before he died. They offer late neighbors and family on food. Fatima herself selling cosmetics; makeup, skincare, body butters, gels, ointments, shampoos etc. She has a business in a market alongside the big central market. She has her daughter with her lying on a sofa sleeper in front of a fan. Earlier she sold their goods from a tray she carried on her head and sense the deal is a real boost, especially in Salah times when there is a lot of movement. In front of her business on the gravel surface, a man sits and smokes and chop dried peanut bushes into smaller pieces. They are fodder for goats and sheep who are in the business line opposite Fatima. There sits a number of men and guarding animals. Fatima asks if I would not buy an animal and I do not like meat. "Maybe I should," I say, "but I do not know how to go to slaughter." I did not know then that I would get it exhibited in the yard of where I live.
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My name is Ulrik Jennische and is a doctoral candidate in social anthropology at Stockholm University. I do research on Ghana's urban trade, market-places and politics. This blog is a report from my fieldwork in Tamale, northern Ghana. Tamale is a city in transition. Large development projects cordon underway. People with and without money moves in from many parts of West Africa. For almost a year I will try to get to know people who live and work in the city d