Plastic Farm AnimalsWell, we’ve officially been in “Kumasi here” for a year. These are some things we have learned. Friends happen anywhere Letting go is easier when you have no control over your situation White towels are a bad idea People won’t turn their backs on you, even if they look you straight in the eye while […]
One of many reasons we moved to Ghana a year ago was because the national language is English. In Kumasi, one out of every twenty people I encounter has a passable grasp of English enabling us to communicate on a very superficial level. The other nineteen speak primarily Twi or French with a few rudimentary […]
It was a close call. And an eye-opener. Daniel nearly died of heat stroke. He had walked the few dusty blocks to the main road in the heat of the day and returned in a taxi to collapse just inside our front gate. Fortunately, Bob was sitting at his desk with a view of the […]
Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands. After months of walking the streets of Kumasi, finding friends homes and hidden shops, I found myself increasingly frustrated when trying to retrace my footsteps without a map. Not to mention the embarrassment after securing a ride to a place I’d been before on […]
I was growing increasingly more impatient as I made my way down the already steaming street to meet a friend at her house. First, it was the young boy who followed me several blocks asking me for money until I turned to him and said with the full force of my irritation, “Go your way!” […]