Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
I’m pulling weeds and trimming the grass outside our compound wall on a Saturday morning. It’s still cool in the shade of the concrete wall and the birds are singing. The air smells faintly of roasting cocoa beans from the plant. I’m hacking away with my characteristic early morning vigor, lost in my own little […]
On Wednesday Eric took me to buy water and run errands after dropping Bob at a meeting at the nearby Guinness plant. Our first order of business was to mail a postcard and letter to the States. Bob said there was a post office near the abattoir on down the road from Guinness so we went […]
Ya fre me Afia (yah freh may AHH Fee Ah) is my answer when Ghanaians ask my my name in twi. They call me Afia. If pressed, I say Afia Cookie. Bob introduces himself as Yaw (yeow) Bob. I chose Afia as my Ghanaian pseudonym for two reasons. I was born on Friday and this of all the Friday born […]
In Kumasi, I have the best of both worlds. I don’t have to own a car but there is always one around when I need one. I love it that I can walk half a mile or less and load up on fresh produce any day of the week and pretty much any time. I […]
I’m pulling weeds on a cool grey-skied morning after a night of big rain. The weeds offer no resistance. I hear the elementary school children singing half a block away. The neighbor is cooking something pungent and a little sour, probably a porridge made of fermented corn. I’m wondering if the children will sing something […]