T here is no better antidote to the dust and frustration of living in sub-Saharan Africa than a good dose of Nordic Noir.
When I lived in the UK, I consumed almost exclusively African literature and film, but these days — in Ghana and ever seeking contrast — I have spent many a sweaty evening gazing admiringly at Sarah Lund 's woolly jumpers and Saga Noren 's leather trousers, negotiating the apparently prolific spate of serial killings in the Danish and Swedish darkness.
So it was with some excitement that I ventured to Oslo this month.
What's it like being black in norway?
I was born in Norway, but have accumulated little insight since leaving in childhood other than predictable rumours of deep fjords, high taxes, cross-country skiing and blonde eyebrows. Despite my ignorance, I have carried my Norwegian roots around with me — and found them as impractical to package as an open sandwich and as confusing to interpret as a set of Ikea instructions. There is the endless Norwegian women black men at passport control "You were born where?
So after a lifetime of lugging my open sandwich around, I was curious to see whether I could eat one. Or whether the tendency to devour smoked fish on bread would, like other Scandi stereotypes, be exploded in the crisp Nordic air.
Mainly I wanted to know what it's like to be a black Scandinavian. My mother reports being just about the only black person in Norway when we used to live there.
She loved it. She became a hand model, and although she has lovely hands, there was clearly a bit of a wow factor for Norwegians about seeing a black hand. And I, as a baby, had queues of teenage girls wanting to be my passepiker a bit like a dog walker for infants — not necessarily a testament to my outstanding qualities as an infant I'm afraid, but more a matter of novelty.
The opportunity to update my notions of diversity in Norway came courtesy of the Oslo Freedom Forum Norwegian women black men an impressive human-rights meeting, a bit like the Davos of freedom fighters. Since there is little the Scandis love as much as human rights, generously heaping some of that bountiful tax revenue on eradicating brutality around the world, it seemed like an appropriate place to compare fact with Norway's liberal fantasy. Things have definitely changed in Scandinavia.
Black in norway
I should have known something was afoot when I bumped into Neneh Cherry in the loos at Gatwick on my way there. Of course, there are lo of black people in Oslo now. I spoke to a few, who confirmed that being an immigrant in Norway is on the whole an experience of openness, tolerance and fairness — the recent, infamous bout of murderous right-wing extremism has simply prompted more navel gazing about the desire to be open, tolerant and fair.
The only staring I noticed was at my made-in-Ghana braids. Liberal and increasingly diverse though it seems, I still detected hints that multiculturalism has not taken complete hold. Despite healthy waves of immigration, a Swedish friend in Oslo was recalling the Swedes' struggles with racial vocabulary. They have rebranded black people recently, apparently — changing the term from negerwhich obviously has unfortunate connotations — to the more politically correct svartmeaning "with an immigrant background".
But black Swedes are svart even if they were born in Sweden. Not sure we would stand for that in London.
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Being one of the only black women in Norway marked her mother out for special attention — she was lavished with prawn sandwiches. So, how would Afua fare?
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