The Girl Who Can
The Girl Who Can
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. The Girl Who Can
                                                                                                 By Ama Ata Aidoo
          They say I was born in H od .           .                                       .
                                    as zi; and it is a very big village in the central region
          of our country Gh        Th                                                     .
                           '   ana. ey also say that when all of Africa is not choking
          und er a d rought Hasod · 1· •
          .           .      '      zi ies m a very fertile lowland in a district known for
          its good soil. Maybe th t • Wh                                 ·
                ,,v      .        a is       y any time I don't finish eating my food, Nana
          says, 1ou AdJoa you d 't kn
                             '     on       ow what life is about ... you don,t know What
          problems there are in this life . . ."
           As far as I could see th                                         .          .
                                 , ere was only one problem. And it had nothing to do with
                 I
           what knew Nana considered as "problems," or what Maami thinks of as "the
           Problem·" Maami· 15 ·
                                  my mother. Nana is my mother's mother. And they say I
           am se~en years old. And my problem is that at this seven years of age, there
          are things I can think in my head, but Which, maybe, I do not have the proper
          languag~ t~ speak them out with. And that, I think, is a very serious problem
          be_cause it is always to decide whether to keep quiet and not say any of the
          things that come into my head, or say them and get laughed at. Not that it is
          easy to get any to listen to you, even when you decide to take the risk and say
          something serious to them.
        Take Nana. First, I have to struggle to catch her attention. Then I tell her
        something I had taken a long time to figure out. And then you know what
        always happens? She would at once stop whatever ·she is doing and, mouth open, stare at me for a Very long
        time. Then, bending and turning her head slightly, so that one ear comes down towards me, she' ll say in that
       voice: '½.djoa, you say what?" After I have repeated whatever I had said, she would either, still in that Voice, ask
       me "never, never, but NEVER to repeat THAT," or she would immediately burst out laughing. She would laugh
       and laugh and laugh, until tears run down her cheeks and she would stop whatever she is doing and wipe away
       the tears with the hanging edges of her cloth. And she would continue laughing until she is completely tired.
      But then, as soon as another person comes by, just to make sure she doesn' t forget Whatever it was I had said,
      she would repeat it to her. And then, of course, there would be two old people laughing and screaming with
      tears running down their faces. Sometimes this show continues until there are t~ree, four, or even more of such
     laughing and screaming tear- faced grown-ups. And all that performance for whatever I'd said? I find something
     quite confusing in all this. That is, no one ever explains to me why sometimes I shouldn't repeat some things I say;
     while at other times, some other things I say would not only be all right, but would be considered so funny they
     would be repeated so many times for so many people's enjoyment. You see how neither way of hearing me out
     can encourage me to express my thoughts too often?
     Like all this business to do with my legs. I have always wanted to tell them not to worry. I mean Nana and my
     mother. It did not have to be an issue for my two favorite people to fight over. I didn't want to be told not to repeat
     it or for it to be considered so funny that anyone would laugh at me until they cried. After all, they were my legs...
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         Nana· i\h. ah. ~ '-'-·· ~,LI thanl. m,· ~ that \"O\lr \'ffV c."hild is ~mah.... Bui K,1ya, I am nol sure nhou1 her
        .... Han. .. hffi .. . hm ...•                     .            .         .
        And Nana WUllld __. h« hNd.
        Mnffii; ~ •-hr ArT ~"llll . ."-a)'!' romplaining al'IOul Adjoa's ll'gs? If you ask me • • •"
        NM.:~ -•~ too thin. And Jun not a...Jang you!"
        Nana has many \'\lien. Tht'l"f' i!> • 5pc.'Cial one she uses to shut e"eryone up.
        •5onw J"OFIW ha,-e no~ at a11.• my mother would try again, with all her
        $&NI I~.
          '"But Adjoa ha5 k-p.• ~an• \\'Ould insist; •excepl that they are too thin. And also
          loo long for a •"UINn. Kaya. listt>n. Once in a while, but only once in a very long
          ~ ~ , • dl'Cides-nature, a child's spirit mothe~ an accident happens,
         and ,omebod y gets bom "'ithout arms, or legs, or both sets of limbs. And then
         lift_. toudl wood; it i, a sad business. And you know, such things are not for
        taDdrtg about ~-eryday. But if any female child decides to come into this world
       wftll . _ dwn IMy might as weU be legs."
       •What land of Jegsr And always at that point, I knew from her voice that
      my mothff "-'aS "'ttpmg inside. Nana never heard such inside weeping. Not
      that it would haw stopped Nana even if she had heard it. Which always surprised me. Because,
                                                                                                       about almost
                                                                                                               s and
     ~'ft)1hin g else apart from my legs, Nana is such a good In any case, what do I know about good grown-up
     bid gnn.n-ups?
     How rouJd ~ana be a good grown-u p when she carried on so about my legs?
    AB I "·ant h> say is that I really liked Nana except for that.
   Nana: ·As 11.et.-p saying, if any woman decides to come into this world with her two legs, then she should select
                                                                                                             And a
   legs that h.n-e meat on them: with good calves. Because you are sure such legs would support solid hips.
   woman must ha\'e solid hips to be able to have children."
   '"Oh, Mother.• That's how my mother would answer.
   Very, very qwetly. And the discussio n would end or they would move on to somethin g else.
  Sometim es, Nana would pull in somethin g about my father:
                                                                                                       ..."
  How, "'Looking at such a man, we have to be humble and admit that after all, God's children are many
  How, '"After one's only daughter had insisted on marrying a man like that, you still have to thank
                                                                                                     your God that
 the biggest problem you got later Was having a granddau ghter With spindly legs that are too long for a woman,
 and too thin to be of any use."
                                                                                                      hear it. But
 The way she always added that bit about my father under her breath, she probably thought I didn't
I always heard it. Plus, that is what always shut my mother up for good, so that even if I had not actually heard
                                                                                                               had
the words, once my mother looked like even her little courage was finished, I could always guess what Nana
added to the argumen t.
•tegs that have meat on them with good calves to support solid hips . .. to be able to have children. "
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   v ther 11nd Nana to.let me          ave c et'~d. Rut I """ had the rhanc~ 11 la&l4L • 1111 ot ~ )la"' 111
n,o" like me. For pro r ba~o ,pta,h around ,n the •hallow nld flt the                                                 111" ""f
                                                                                  nvfl w,th my lnl!nck , wm wtrtt olhff . . .
 ~\rl. I have ever seen =e th h.,, we U!ied the !lmal\ bathho u~ behind
                                                                                   our hut. n..,,d, ,H, It. only ~ ~
 lcg!I . two airs of le         Olle of other little girl!I like me, or older g,rk in the tchool
                                                                                                  And \NJlle ul my moltw r
 Na;:,y m!her gavet::c h mu9 t !lurety belong to the approved kind~ bec.auw
 an       ot meat on them        tohme. ln my ey~. a\t my friends have got lep that loolr.. hM lrg,J. bu\ whdM
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  have S                    · · • at l don't know.                                                                    T 11w -IIY
 j\ccording to the. older boys and girls, the distance between our little village
 kilometers. I don t know what fi kit                                               and the MnaU tuwn 1S abou\ m,e
                               . ve ometers mean. They always complain about how long it~         • ·          •allr. t 0 tehuo\
 and back. But to me, we live m our vtUage, and walking those kilometers                                to -..-i
                                                                               didn't matter . Schoo \ 1S nice.
 School is _another thing Nana and my mother discussed often and appear
                                                                                ed \o have different ideu about. ?--ana
  though t it would be a waste of time. l never understood what she meant.
                                                                                     My motheT seeme d \o \.N,w- and
  disagreed. Sh~ ~pt telling Nana that she-th at is, my mother-felt she
                                                                               was \ocked into M>me \ind ol ~
  because she didn t go to school. So that if l, her daugh ter, could learn to
                                                                               write and read my own name and a little
  besides-perhaps be able to calculate some things on paper-that would
                                                                               be good. \ could always marry \ater a nd
   maybe ...
  Nana would just laugh. "Ah, maybe with legs like hers, she might as well
                                                                                 go to school .·
  Runni ng with our classmates on our small field and winnin g first place
                                                                                    each time ne"·er seeme d to me \o be
  anythi ng about which to tell anyone at home. This time it was differe
                                                                             nt.\ don't mow how \he teach ~ decide d
  to let me run for the junior section of our school in the distric t games.
                                                                             'But they did.
  When I went home to tell my mothe r and Nana, they had not be\iev ed
                                                                              it. at. fu:sL So Nana had taken 1\ U'pon her..e ~
  to go and " ask into it properly." She came home to tell my mothe r that.
                                                                                it was really true. \ was one ot my schoo l s
  runner s.
   "Is that so?" exclaimed my mot.her. I know her. Her mouth moved as
                                                                           thoug h she was going to tell Nana, \ha\, attet
   all, there was a secret about me she couldn 't be expect ed to share with
                                                                              anyon e.
   But then Nana hersel f looked so pleased, out of surpris e, my mothe
                                                                            r shut. her
   mouth up. In any case, since they heard the news, I have otten caught
                                                                                 . Nana
    staring at my legs with a strang e look on her face, but still preten ding
                                                                                \ike she
    was not lookin g.
    All this week, she has been washi ng my school unifor m herseU. That
                                                                             is a big
    surpri se. And she didn't stop at that, she even went to Mr. Mensa h's
                                                                           house and
    borro wed his charco al pressi ng iron. Each time she came back home
                                                                               with it
    and ironed and ironed and ironed the unifor m, until, if l had been
                                                                         the unifor m,
    I would have said aloud that I had h ad enoug h.
     Weari ng my school unifor m this week has been very nicE:. At the
                                                                             parad e, on
     the first aftern oon, its sheen caugh t the rays of the sun and shone
                                                                           bright er than
     anybo dy else's unifor m. Im sure Nana saw it too, and must h ave
                                                                             \iked it.
     Yes, sh e has been comin g into town with us every aftern oon
                                                                           of this distric t
      sports week. Each aftern oon, she has pulled one set of fresh old
                                                                              c\othe s hom
      the big brass bowl to Wear. And those old clothe s are alway s so
                                                                           stiffly starch ed,
      you can hear the cloth creak. 'But she walks way behm d us schoo
                                                                               lchild ren. As
      thoug h she was on her own way to some place else.
         -.,J    have wan every race I ran for my school, and I have won the cup for the best all-round junior athlete. \''s /
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         Naaa 1114 that didn't aft Usuch things are not done. She would do it. You know what she did? She Citrtj~
         Jhe gletmingaap on her back. Lilce they do with babies. And this time, not taking the trouble to walk by het°Stll
         D11..--.                                                                 th       to my mother before going to .
         " ....
            ....  we anlwd in our village she entered our c:ompound to show e cup
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                                                                                      w c"'rnring me on er ee, and CPt,•
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         It ~ lo U K • ~ Oh, grown-ups are so strange. Nana as ng no - ·J •                                  1 d - :rlf\g
         IOftly. Muttering, muttering that •saa, thin legs can also be useful • · ." that •ev~n though some egs on't ha,.,e
          much meat on them •.• they can run. Thin legs can run ... then who knows? ···
                                                                            fe lin   d thinking all along. That surely 0
          I don't know too much about such things. But that's how I was e g an                       hi th t ak ' 1'1e
          should be able to do other things with legs as Well as have them because they can support ps a m e babies.
          Except that I wasa&aid of saying that sort of thing aloud. Because someone would.have to~i;:::~rhnever, h1.1t
          NEVER to repeat such words. Or else, they would have laughed so much at what I d said, t Y       ave Ctie<t.
          It's much better this way. To have acted it out to show them, although I could not have planned it.
    AbouttheAuthor
    Ama Ata Aidoo
    (March 23, 1942-May 31, 202.1)
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    Arna Ata Aidoo was a Ghanaian author, poet, playwright, politician, and academic. She was e
    Secretary for Education in Ghana from 1982 to 1983 Her first play, 'The Dil~ma of a GhoSt', was
    published in 1965, making Aidoo the first published female African dramatist.
    She was bom in Abeadzi Kiyakor near Saltpond in Central region of Ghana. She herself won a
    fellowship to the Stanford University in California, returned to teach at Cape Coast: Ghana. Her
    work, written in English, emphasized the paradoxical position of the modern African Woman.
    Over the seven decades of her career, Arna has published award winning novels, plays, short
    stories, children's book and poetry and influenced generation of African women writers.
    Her explorations of strong women have influenced a generation of African female wri!ers.         ,,     .
    She founded the Mbaasem foundation in 2000 to support and promote the work of African
    women writers, Her literary contribution places her among the first generation of African women writers of the post
   independence era. She passed away on 31st May 2023 at the age of 81.
 Adjoa's Mother
There are three generations portrayed in the story The Girl Who Can.' Adjoa's mother, Kaya, whom Adjoa addresses
as Maami acts as a bridge between Adjoa's curiosity and her own mother's orthodoxy attitude. She does not play a
prominent and active role in the story as she is meek and gets intimidated by her mother's taunts. She endures a
strong repentance as she is constantly reminded by her mother about not chasing her husband wisely. Kaya loves her
daughter inspite of her mother constantly pointing out Adjoa's infirmity. She wants to get her educated and help her
    c)'lol<ll\S
                       -         (here) to check or hinder the growth, development or activity ot
    drought
                       --        abrink;
                                   ~rolong  period of dryness that causes extensive damage \o aot>5
                                         margin
    edges
    serearning         -         speaking on high note
    calves                       the fleshy back part of the leg below the knee
                                   f a d"lsproportionately tall or long and thin appearance \ha\ oh.en sugges'5 P h:~ka\ wea\u\ess.
    spindly                      0
    creak
                            -     to make a prolonged low sound as a result of being worn out
     gleaming                -    shining; Siving off brightness
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Quest ions
17,ey say l was born in Hn sodz.i; and ii is a vcry big n l!a:;e m tr~ cmtral re-pen of 01,r Ct'Urt~y.
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all of Africn is not choking under a drought. Ha._<o<f=.i 116 m a ,ery 'rrttle lv-.i..'land m a dt,,tnt-1
                                                                                                          ltr.cr.."'l ,'t-r :B ~ ,..-i ~-\.:f't !'ut
is Why any time 1 don 't fi nish eating my food, Nana says, - You Ad10a. you don't Jcrum: a+...t
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problems there arc in this life . .. ~
   talking about L"Wryday. But ifany female clrild drxid1.'S to come i11to this world with legs, tlten 11,ey ,mg                           ·
      1. Why does Adjoa have to present his argument about some people deprive·d of legs?
      2. How do Adjoa's legs become a serious reason of concern for Nana?                 M   .
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      3. What sad business does Nana talk about? What point is the trying to convey to her aam,
      f. What should a female child decide before birth7
      5. What could the narrator hear which Nana could not?
 So I wished that one day I would see, for myself, the legs of any woman who had had children. But in our village, thnt is not easy. The
older wome11 wear long wrap- arounds all the time. Per'1aps if t'1ey let me go bathe in the river in the evening, I could have checked.
But I never lrad the c/ra11ce. It took a lot of begging just to get my mother and Nana to let me go splaslzaround i11 the shallow end of
the river with my friends, who were other little girls like me.
  1. What effect does the discussion about Adjoa's father have on the argument between Nana and Maami? Why?
 2. Why did Adjoa wish to see the legs of women .w ith children?
 3. Why was it difficult to fulfil her wish?
 4. Whose legs Adjoa had seen?
 S. Why does she terms her mothers and grandmother's legs as 'approved kind'?
    1. What shows that Adjoa was quite modest about her achievem ents?
    2 • What was 'differen t' and needed lo be conveye d at home?
    3 • What news surprise d Adjoa's guardian s? How did they get assured?
    4 . What was Maami wanting to say to Nana, and why didn't she?
    5, What unusual things was Nana seen doing after Adjoa's selection for the district
                                                                                        games?
 Wearing my school uniform this week has been vcnJ nice. At the parade, 011 the first afterno~11,
                                                                                                  its sheen cnught the rnys of the sun
 and sho11e brigltter than anybody else's uniform. I'm sure Nana saw it too, and must have liked
                                                                                                   it.
    1.     Why was it special to the school uniform that week?
    2.     What did Nana do through out the sports week?
    3,     Why does she walk way behind the school children ?
    4,     How did Adjoa perform in the sports week?
     s.    How did Nana celebrat e Adjoa's victory?
  I do11't k11ow too much about such things. ~ut that's how I was feeling and thinking all along. That
                                                                                                       surely, one should be nblc lo do
  other tlii11gs witli legs as Well as have them because thetJ can support hips that make babies.
        1. 'Grown ups are so strong.' Why does Adjoa make this commen t?
        2. Adjoa too b elieved that thin legs could be useful too. Why didn't she express
                                                                                          her be\iei open\y ever?
        3. What did Adjoa find 'much better'?
        4. What can you say about the way Nana changed at the end?
        s. Why can the author be termed a feminist ?
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