I’m welcoming this opportunity to explore Ghana and build relationships with relatives on my own timescale. This is the first time that I’ve been to Ghana on my own and for an extended period; not rushing for a funeral or other family matter, I am really looking forward to it. Apart from the medical thing, there is so much I want to see and do – the usual...
A Long Walk
Our third “Lights Off” today imposed a stop on my Excel spreadsheet for my Uncle’s store and so I decided to take a walk to explore my surrounds. I grabbed a bottle of Voltic (yes Voltic, not Volvic. Sourced from the Volta River), my camera, my phone, put on my outdoor chalewote (ref glossary), and excitedly set off down the road. There is so much I want to share, beautiful scenery, nearby...
There are things that I love about Ghana that I only seem to remember when the plane touches down and the plane door is opened: The warm roasted almond smell of the earth The fresh organic fruit and vegetables – they seem to have an extra layer of taste Being able to say that I’ll go to visit my Nana over the weekend The morning greetings “Fine morning Auntie/Sister”. Everyone greets each...
The Heat is On!
Following the edict from Mum & Dad, and going through many stages of trying to understand I literally had two weeks to get going: informing friends, family and colleagues, buying a ticket, getting a visa, jabs, packing etc. A certain person who shall remain nameless was particularly amused by me going to Ghana for longer than a month, “What are you going to do? You’re either...
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I Thought I'd Escaped.....
…..by safely cruising through my teenage years without getting into serious enough trouble to warrant “being sent to Ghana” by my parents. I know that some of you reading this will be well able to empathise. Being sent to Ghana was the ultimate threat from Mum and Dad when I was young. Being typical strict Ghanaian parents; laziness, not paying attention in school, talking...