Plastic Farm AnimalsSometimes 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!” […]
Rob likes to walk. He also likes to bike, camp and hike. Which works out well for him in Colorado, land of campgrounds, parks and biking trails. Here in Ghana, with the other options unavailable, he walks every day. Most of the time I’m around to join him which is good for me, a self-avowed […]
News of the Boston Marathon blasts reached me after dinner Ghana time and the story hit me in the gut, making me queasy and unsettled. The bombs were placed at the finish line and timed to detonate as a majority of televised runners celebrated the finish of the race. It was hard to digest, making […]
Our first Ghanaian wedding, billed as the Solemnization of Holy Matrimony on the wedding invitation was anything but solemn. What we experienced was a long ear-splitting affair complete with karaoke graphics, humor, dignitaries, bible readings, microphone feedback, backup singers, a long sermon, cacophonic music, fabulous hats and a sermon delivered with rabid fervor. Fifteen minutes […]