Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
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 […]
An obruni turns to an obibini in the men’s room and says, “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…” No, wait! Wrong joke. Okay. So the Kumasi airport was shut down with no warning on Saturday and after six days officials cannot say when it will reopen. The sound bytes in the news stories these […]