19
Jan
2013

Alligator Tale.

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There once was a farmer and his wife who kept a few chickens in a little coop near their house. Every day, their small boy fed the chickens and checked for eggs. And every day the farmer’s wife faithfully recorded the egg count. Well, almost every day. She had a problem with getting distracted by [...]

08
May
2012

Lights Out.

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This past Saturday, I had the chance to face my fear uncertainty concerning the use of public transportation in Accra. Believe me, I’m no stranger to taxi and tro-tro travel – I’ve just never done it alone in Accra. What could possibly force me out of my comfort zone?? The promise of a ladies-only shopping [...]

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20
Jan
2012

The most common “safe” topic around? The weather. Currently, ours is dry and dusty with a permanent haze. It’s the kind of dusty that means there may even be a thin layer of the stuff deposited on the kitchen table between meals. Oh, and it’s cold {the weather, not the dust}. Yeah…it’s the lovely harmattan [...]

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08
Jul
2011

You saw the dust of the Harmattan in January {Here’s the story, if you need reminded.}…now, it’s time for a glimpse into Rainy Season! :: Exhibit A – the Swamp Yard front yard! :: Exhibit B – muddy boots {also found this time of year? Muddy toes, dried-on dirt clods on the front porch from [...]

09
Feb
2011

The Castle, with it’s white exterior always strikes me as lovely. I could spend hours just snapping happily away with my little friend the Canon. The truth, however, is that within those white walls lies a history of pain, suffering and extreme sadness. Cape Coast Castle is one of three remaining castles that stand along [...]

28
Jan
2011

Harmattan.

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This is not my first experience with the Harmattan. We two were introduced during my first trip to Ghana. At that time, we were houseparents at the Lighthouse Children’s Home. I noticed that the children started showing up at the breakfast table wearing coats and turtlenecks, and complaining that the fan was making them cold. [...]