Sankofa Guide

I went to the Heritage Museum the second week I was here, and literally everything in the museum bore resemblance to things back home. Some things like the “coal pot” and “grinding stone” are still being used in some places in Ghana in this present day. As I walked through, I wished for some miracle that people here would know how strong the connection is. How we really are one people no matter what the Colonizer would have us believe. Sigh. Sadly, I think this perspective is only gained by traveling and perhaps reading and talking to actual real-live Africans 🙂 (to an extent) and I’ve decided I am more than happy to be the guinea pig and tour guide.

Getting Lost and Star-Spotting (Days 5, 6, & 7)

I met Tia Mowry, her husband Cory and their son Cree today while I was on Sandy Island! It was the highlight of my day I’d say. Today, I also went farther out in the ocean than I’ve attempted going since I arrived. I still harbour a fear of just floating out to sea and…

Catching You Up

I literally just finished washing the remnants of my kenkey, shito and sardine dinner from my fingers and decided that instead of learning how to wine (my latest goal) I will crank out a blog post. I have been on the road for 12 days and just arrived back in my apartment. I went from…

Summer Plans Anyone?

My summer has officially begun! I know it’s technically 3 more weeks before the official proclamation but mine has begun. I’m perched carefully on a makeshift bean-bag on my small porch. I’ve got Hezekiah Walker and CeCe Winans and Yolanda Adams praising in the background. I’ve decided to write something everyday for my summer beginning today, the…

Mother, You Forgot Something

(a lil somn’ somn’ I’m trying out) “You left something behind.” I managed to say. I didn’t know where I got the energy. “I’ll be back for you, sweetie. I promise.” She grabbed her make-up pouch from me. “That’s what Daddy said too.” “I know, but I am not your father.” She patted my head…

Kaneshie Overhead (Part II)

After another fifteen minutes of waiting, I decided I’d be safer up on the Overhead, out of the flow of traffic and a potential mugging. I clutched my overnight bag, regretting having packed my laptop and digital camera. Once I made it to the first landing of the bridge, some of my anxiety eased up….

Kaneshie Overhead (Part I)

I arrived at the bus depot at the bottom of the Kaneshie Overhead with a few minutes to spare. We had arranged to meet at 2pm to catch a bus to T’di and from there take one of the trotros to Busua. I hopped into the front cabin of one of the vans in the…