It was such a long trip. Delays States side as well as with my connection in England. Landing in Accra was not as magical as it was 6 years ago, maybe because of all the stress of travel, and my nervousness. I stepped off the plane into a cool but humid Ghanaian midnight, NOT the heatwave I was expecting. Drama continued as fed up Ghanaians did not want to deal with bureaucracy at the immigration desks (I’m not going into this) and after what seemed like a million rounds of the baggage turn, they finally loaded mine, and I picked them up. Locating Nii outside was not a problem. My first night, or rather morning, as it was officially after midnight, in Ghana involved going to various social hangouts to check out the scenes. Ghanaians are not playing! I felt I was in a mini music video with all the dresses (or lack thereof in the case of a few). Also went to the town where I will be staying. It’s so f-a-r!!!!! Now, we are contemplating going to “Watch Night” at 10pm. Apparently Christian Ghanaians do their New Year’s countdown in church. How did I not know?
Musings of an unapologetic, natural, smart, left-handed woman navigating this thing called life.
THE PURPLE MANGO PANDEMONIUM
A lover of mangoes. A woman - smart, without pretense, lefthanded, Afropolitan - navigating this thing called life. An unapologetic believer in social justice and karma. Choosing to radiate positive energy and be true to myself. Here, my musings.
what town were you staying in?
I was supposed to be staying in aplaku which is on the road to cape coast. I’m now staying with Nii’s family near Tema. It’s a bit further from the hospital, but I’ll manage.