Plastic Farm Animals
It’s that time of year again, time to look back and sum it all up. What stands out most in my mind is the difference between the first and last six months of the year. In June, Bob and I left the American South to live in Africa. We moved from Pittsboro, North Carolina a […]
It happened yesterday on the Winter Solstice. The Mayan calendar ran out. As far as I can tell, not much has changed here in Kumasi. Back in the States many of our friends have been looking forward this day, certain it would herald an end of the world as we know it. Or at least […]
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 […]