A small dirt path to walk on with children, women with object balanced on their head, trash, and acrid meat smells as obstacles. As a snake winding through a rocky stream I charge through the market, keeping one eye out for the group member in front of me like I am hunting a white mouse. Read More …
Two photos from the balcony of our house at night. African nights in Accra usually have a sunset feel from light pollution, but this night was especially clear. The clouds parted to reveal a half moon and let fresh air in to the city.
Here are a handful of images from the funeral. I will try to post some more later.
Today, I was playing ball with the big kids. I managed to get a last minute media pass for the state funeral of John Atta Mills, the former president of Ghana who passed way on July 24, 2012. Wire staff from around the world was present, including a handful of seasoned professional photogs. It was Read More …
To tell you my story you need to know how to take a taxi in Ghana. Taking a Taxi around Accra can be anywhere from 2-10 cedi. You judge the price by the distance. First you approach a taxi window. You say a friendly hello in Twi: “Ete sen?” or “What’s up?” The response is Read More …
As a white American, it’s impossible not to feel like an outsider in Ghana. The only other “obronis” I see in an average work day are the ones who cook breakfast at the same time as me in the morning, and the ones who greet me when I get back home in the evening time. Read More …
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The Anani Memorial International School, opened in 1978, held its 4th annual graduation ceremony on Saturday, August 4, 2012. The event took place in a small courtyard that was jam-packed at every corner. At about 10:30 A.M., parents of the graduating students and other spectators started to pile in. The ceremony commenced about 30 minutes later. Read More …
I thoroughly enjoyed Sunday. It was a unique view into Ghanaian life; in this case the middle class of Accra. Dr. Edusei and his family were kind enough to let me join them for church and afterwards, a home cooked meal. It started with a cab ride to the Ghana Atomic Energy Police Station, the Read More …
Many people think that slavery is a thing of the past, yet it is still happening around the world today. The past weekend was a somber reminder of what used to happen at slave forts in Ghana. Both of the forts we visited, Cape Coast and Elmina, had this feeling of uneasiness, like the ghosts Read More …
Two very different designing. The first I made of Enya looking into the Door of No Return at Elmina Castle. This was a powerful day for our group. The second design is all of my iphoneography from this trip so far, edited in Instagram. I call it “Instatravel”
Here are bits and pieces from our trip so far! Nima, work in accra, and crocodiles in Cape Coast. The first clip comes from a little stand in Osu, a neighborhood in Accra. My boss brought me here to buy plantain chips (by far the best plantain chips in Accra). I documented how they are Read More …
After sauntering across ancient footbridges suspended roughly 100 feet above the cape coast jungle floor our adrenaline was pumping. After stepping on a pile of ants, almost getting eaten alive, and squealing my way of the jungle slapping my feet like I was possessed, tired was an understatement of my feelings. On the way back Read More …
Upon departure for Nima we were tired, jet-lagged, and frustrated that we had to wake up at 7am. On the way our taxi driver asked us “why are you going to the ghetto?”. I didn’t know what to expect. Cement stalls were houses and little children ran through never ending alley ways and jumped across Read More …