Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Bob and I along with Jay and Allison went to Ingrid’s for dinner last month. Mr. Justice, an older gentleman who drives for Eric transported us and waited with the car in Ingrid’s lush, park-like yard. We met Ingrid’s partner Tim, newly arrived from Zimbabwe with his teen aged daughter and her friend. The four of […]
I have to say things have been really good in Kumasi-here lately. The power and water have been on 95% of the time. Ramadan is over so those long evenings of zombiesque Muslim moaning have subsided. The weather has been cool and dry with just enough rain to keep the dust down and green up […]
I’m happy to report that I didn’t have to abandon my thirteen-month investment in the lawn outside Casa Kumasi. As it turned out, my house mate Jay took action which ultimately salvaged that small patch of green. Within three days of posting “Breaking Point,” the lawn was covered in garbage from one end to the […]
Mr. Prince walked back into our lives Monday morning, bringing an unexpected ray of sunshine to the desolate landscape of trash and disappointment outside our compound walls. He came to our gate as we worked our way through our morning emails with big bowls of golden mango and cape coast pineapple. Bob didn’t recognize him […]
At the Ghana Water Company one hand washes the other. Therefore it’s a fact of life in Ghana that the paying public can’t always wash their hands. Corruption and outright theft prevent this essential resource from trickling down into our taps. And so the taboo against allowing your left hand (the one you wipe with) […]