About 44 days and almost an hour from when I first landed here in Ghana. It’s hard to imagine that I’ve spent this long in a completely different part of the world. Short chats back home, limited wireless connection, and plenty of questions for what the next day would hold for all of us. Ghana Read More …
We take for granted the things that always seem to be there. Water, for instance, was never something that I thought could become a necessity. Hot water for showers is something that I miss back home. Here in Ghana, cold showers are typical. The hot and sweaty days here are perfect for that though. The Read More …
It didn’t take thousands of miles over ocean and land for me to feel alone. I spent a majority of my time by myself back home. It’s not that I prefer it, but sometimes it’s just easier to just sit there and read or work on something. It comes with being an introverted extrovert and Read More …
The smells of California are the reasons why home feel like home. The scent of driving past my favorite fast foods and the smell of my grandma’s garden in the backyard are what I remember when I try to describe Anaheim. Accra has a series of scents that remind me I’m away from my sunshine Read More …
It only seems proper that the first time I went to church was in Ghana. I grew up in a multifaith house, but religion was never a large part of my life. My dad is Jewish, but I never had a Bat Mitzvah. And while my mom was raised Protestant, the only Christian things that Read More …
August 1st, 2015 — Over the two months that I worked at Joy FM, I have been surrounded by some of the most talented journalists I may ever meet. I will miss them very much. George — Tall and wearing solid-colored shirts that makes him look a bit like a cowboy, I will always admire the Read More …
August 1st, 2015 — The walk to work: Although I would get up every day at 4:30 a.m., I really enjoyed the purple shade of the early morning sky, which would then brighten out as I would reach my tro tro stop. Usually on my way to Nkrumah Circle, Ghanaian gospel music would play, which Read More …
July 26th, 2015 — Here is a match report that I wrote on a my third game I saw at the Accra Sports Stadium. I found the match officiating to be quite weak — there were just way too many free kicks called for what I thought to be fair challenges, and I felt that Read More …
July 19th, 2015 — I attended my second game at the Accra Sports Stadium today. However, this time I witnessed the other, less popular, home team of the stadium, the Accra Great Olympic F.C., as they took on Bechem United. This time, I attempted to find out how to get to the stadium on my own. Read More …
June 21st, 2015 — Soccer is championed worldwide as the most popular sport on earth. Although simple in concept, it is a game that transcends economic barriers which often pervade in others. Take a sport as celebrated as rugby for example — you need to be able to afford the equipment necessary in order to Read More …
Although I have enjoyed every moment of my time in Ghana, I have avoided discussing one major issue that pulls at my morality every day here: the enormous gap in gender equality. I may have been avoiding the subject out of disbelief or inability to accept the cultural norm here, but I’ve witnessed too many Read More …
The word “no” hasn’t been a popular one in my vocabulary for at least a decade now. This is mostly due to the fact that I absolutely hate unnecessary arguments. Lucky for me, it turns out that the abilities to say “no” and enjoy a good argument are two of the most useful skills you Read More …
I like to think I’m pretty tough. I’m a farm girl. I do physical labor. Dirt and smells and creepy-crawlies don’t (often) faze me. Going into this trip, I was pretty confident that I was cut out for Ghana. Maybe it’s just a delusion of grandeur and I’m overcompensating for my smallish stature and a Read More …
My last day at work came all too soon. I became really good friends with my coworkers and I was sad to leave them. There were some coworkers that I hadn’t really talked to, but on my last day they kept giving me hugs and telling me how sad they were to see me go. Read More …
This past weekend I experienced the second best day of my life. I grew up with a deep admiration for monkeys. I single handedly supported every elementary school book fair with all of the non-fictional monkey picture books I would buy. I collected monkey everything: journals, stuffed animals, pens, backpacks, Band-Aids. Everything. I loved them Read More …