Africa

World’s a-hummin’

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After a sun-soaked, rasta-colored day at Kokrobite Beach, just west of Accra, I return to Mamprobi to discover this review of the Tranquilo Traveler…

Jubilation! Ghana 2 – USA 1! Everybody’s Dancin’…

Jubilation! Ghana 2 – USA 1! Everybody’s Dancin’…

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gh6_goal.jpgEach of Ghana’s goals against the USA is followed by an eruption of shouts and drumming, everyone spilling out of PPAG’s Young & Wise Center to dance in the streets. So it is no surprise that when the game is over, the afternoon light golden, an entire country stops to celebrate.

Accra: sight-free, soccer-insane city by the sea

Accra: sight-free, soccer-insane city by the sea

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gh5_blackstar1.jpgThere are no “sights” in Accra. None to write home about, anyway. There is a National Theatre, a museum (I think), and a zoo that we have yet to visit, but in general, I agree with our guidebook that, from a tourist’s perspective, Accra is downright “disappointing.”

Cassavas, Castles, and a day trip to Keta

Cassavas, Castles, and a day trip to Keta

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gh4_beach.jpgIt is nice to see some new landscapes, something other than the urban Accra grime. The 3-hour drive east along the coast is a long, flat expanse of lush cassava fields, pocked by red termite towers, the roadside dotted with clusters of watermelon and okra sellers. Although we are following the coast toward Togo, the ocean does not come into view until after we’ve crossed the wide Volta River, and dipped south to the coast.

What’s in a Name: Ya-ya calls me “Uncle”

What’s in a Name: Ya-ya calls me “Uncle”

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gh2_iloveghana.jpgYa-ya, our helper and housemate here in Accra, calls me “Uncle,” a term of respect for one’s elders. She sometimes also calls me “Kwame” (rhymes with “Swami”), because that’s the day on which I was born: Saturday. Everyone at work calls me “Kwame Joshua.”