Plastic Farm Animals
Every couple of weeks or so, we walk over to the pizza garden at Nik’s for Sunday “cook’s night out.” We usually take a short cut through what’s left of the Kumasi Forest Reserve to avoid the traffic of Melcom Road and Ahodwo Roundabout. Our neighborhood was once a lush forest reserve as indicated on […]
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 […]
This morning I received my first bliss moment when Bob pointed out that investigations into the construction of the fated Ahimota Melcom were already being called for. He had come across an article exposing the building contractor as a “night builder” in which the President of the Ghana Institution of Architects, Osei Agyemang was demanding […]
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 […]