Sara Kunda: A Gambian Homecoming Part II
byTay’s Toma is little Sutay, the child she helped pull from her friend and sister, Fatou, 10 years ago on a fateful moonlit night….
Tay’s Toma is little Sutay, the child she helped pull from her friend and sister, Fatou, 10 years ago on a fateful moonlit night….
The pre-dawn sky is as star-shiny night-black as it was when we crawled under our mosquito net a few hours ago, at the end…
Our first stop is Tendaba Training Camp, where we arrive after 10 pm, exhausted but excited as Tay runs into old friends and I…
It’s right here, a splinter of river and river bank surrounded on all sides by Senegal. The Gambia is a Mandinka island within a…
A 15-hour layover in Dakar, Senegal provides just enough time to sleep a few hours in the dismal airport hotel before cruising through Dakar’s…
Another chapter ends, another begins. Two months in Ghana, two months of working and seeing, of looking back on what we’ve seen, looking around…
A while back, I reported on the devastation of the trees in the village of Keta as a result of tidal surges. The community…
Congratulations to the PPAG Young & Wise Media Committee for creating the Ghana Youth Blog!
That I am ready to go home does not matter to Africa, which persists in being everywhere I look and all around me.
The dust has not settled from our trip north when we reconfigure our daypacks and we set out before sunrise, searching for transport to Cape Coast. There’s not much traffic in Accra before six a.m. on a Saturday morning, not the kind that grinds to a halt for 15 minutes at a time, gridlocked in noxious exhaust, as happens in the afternoons. No, the air is actually cool and the streets gray and empty as we go from the STC bus station to Kwame Nkumrah Circle, then to Kaneshie Market, until we finally find a westbound tro-tro and climb in for the 3-hour cruise.