Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
If you’ve ever been in Ghana for more than a week you are already snickering because you know that Ghanaian customer service is an oxymoron. However, I’m here to tell you that there are exceptions to the abysmally bad service one usually receives. My experience with MTN this morning is a good example of stellar […]
It’s no mystery that I’m beyond the honeymoon phase with Kumasi. Two of my latest three posts highlight my lack of patience for the gritty street life in my neighborhood. The dust, smoke, blowing garbage, stench, cat calls, begging, and honking – all have lost their charm. And yet, I refuse to stop walking. After […]
A couple of days ago, I LOST it on a group of boys fishing off a stinky bridge. They started shouting at me and Bob and eventually we responded in kind. We had gone shopping for Lebanese flat bread, tofu, pineapple and cauliflower and everywhere we went kids were calling us out. This is normal […]
I woke to the sound of war drums from a lovely dream about Jesse the Wonder Horse and a precocious young foal. Their relationship was exactly what you would expect between an elder and a youngster. The two were tethered by one long rope to a tall and sheltering tree. In my dream, I had […]
I’m afraid my triweekly strolls through the pages of National Geographic are no longer the charming forays they once were. The color, patterns, street traffic, headpans, cook fires and livestock have become less of a novelty. The experience has become threadbare, if you will, allowing the grit and stench to show through. The rustle of […]