Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Once again, senseless violence has the survivors scrambling to make sense of the unfathomable. I get a lot of my news from Facebook. Or from Bob who often sees it first on Facebook. Last night, as I headed upstairs to start working on dinner, Bob told me about the latest American horror in which a 20-year-old took […]
This week’s rumors involve toxic waste and elections. Rumor has it that the NDC won the election with help from the Chinese. A word to the wise: if you have Asian features, don’t stay out after dark because people are pissed off! Rumor also has it that the chemical waste from the Dimethoate clean up […]
Last night, Bob was the catalyst that transformed an ordinary concert into an extraordinary experience by jumping onto the dance floor early into Vieux Farka Toure’s Kumasi appearance at the Golden Tulip. This was the excuse the small group of Ghanaians and mostly French ex-patriots needed to jump from observers to participants. A conga line […]
I live in Ghana now I drink cocoa in the morning I wear a thick gold ring I sit on a wooden chair At a wooden table I eat plantain and turn little red tomatoes into sauce I wear a skirt and walk along dusty dirt roads riddled with ravines I step over plastic water […]
According to the Asante Culture Handbook, which I’ve been reading since moving to Kumasi, Asante women have quite a work load. This is not to say that the men don’t also have serious responsibilities. “In the olden days, the security of the towns was the responsibility of the men.” “Women played a very important role […]