When I left my home in Winneba 3 years ago, our little neighborhood was full of babies and toddlers. To be perfectly honest, no child is interesting to me until about the age of 2 or 3. I’m one of those terrible human beings who finds babies to be, well, boring after the first 5… Read More Colour
I was chatting with Dina and Faustina, two of my favorite market ladies, and making arrangements to get more shea butter from Faustina when the next batch comes in. Suddenly, it dawned on me that neither of them was paying much attention to my shea butter talk. Oh no. Instead, they were absorbed in admiring… Read More And now for the hips . . .
I myself am a big fan of Ghana-made anything. But most especially the dressing. I have the kind of relationship with my Ghanaian seamstress that most women in the US have with their hairdresser or manicurist. I have both my fabric lady’s #s saved in my phone. I often get distracted in church admiring another… Read More The B Word – again!
One of the things love best about Ghanaian males is their total transparency. The women (in my experience) tend to play things close to the chest but as for the men . . . hey! Any and every topic under the sun is fair game. But for every pro there is a con, and sometimes… Read More Tales from an Awkward Life
Walking home from church on Sunday, I was greeted by a group of men hanging out on a porch across the street. When I failed to catch their 3rd or 4th question, I was “invited” across. “Bra! Bra!” (Come! Come!) Their excuse was that one of them knew about my run-in with a couple of… Read More The Young Shall Grow
Prelude: Step 1. Make a Nigerian friend. Step 2. Finagle an invitation to dinner at his place (you may have to cook an American breakfast for him first). Step 3. Give him time to call his mom and get the recipe. Step 4. Show up at his house. Step 5. Enjoy! One of the things… Read More Nigerian One Pot: Beans & Plantain
There’s an ever-rotating crew of men who hang out in a wooden road-side stand that sells lotto tickets. They like to try out their English on me, and I test my Fantse on them each time I pass. One of the men – Isaac – is a friend of mine from my first time in… Read More Walked right into that one . . .
Sometimes, when you least expect it, you’re walking down a dirt road in Winneba and something happens that hits you hard. In a good way. Like a slap in the face from a friend :-) The time I was heading towards Penkye and saw the guys with the shark was one of those moments. As… Read More Unforgettable Moments
“Say what you wanna say . . . and let the words spill out . . .” Brave – Sara Bareilles One of the most charming and disarming characteristics of the Ghanaian male is their total transparency. Take this conversation I had with Alfred: Alfred: “Oh, Madam Sarah, I had to urinate very bad but… Read More Say-oh!
My housemate Dana and I crossed the border into Togo this weekend – ostensibly to re-set our visas for another 60 days but really because we’re travel addicts and any excuse to add another country to our respective lists is going to be met with loud cheers :-) Togo, a French African country, has a… Read More Togolese