Week 3 of Ghana has been completed. Surprisingly, it has been going by really fast considering my homesickness at times and I mainly think that is due to the impact that the people have played throughout my time here. I absolutely love the people that have been apart of this journey with me, especially this Read More …
Trekking through the humid jungle with ferocious-biting ants, we had the opportunity to come face to face with those monkeys at Tafi Atome Monkey Sanctuary and Cultural Village. It was such an extraordinary experience!
I am thankful for sweat. I understand that sweat is an important bodily process that allows heat to escape and reduces the risk of overheating. As an active person, I enjoy sweating during physical exercise or while sitting in a nice sauna where I intentionally sought the heat to relax my muscles and body. However, Read More …
The metal bars that adorned the windows of the Anani Memorial school in the Nima neighborhood of Accra, Ghana, reminded me of old American jails—black, rusted, perfectly spaced for confinement. Except for this time, it was those on the outside of the building who were left looking almost like prisoners, gripping the bars and staring Read More …
I was raised without religion or any knowledge of what it meant to belong to Christian, Buddhist or Muslim faith. Despite my parents both coming from traditional Christian families, they chose to leave religion up to my sister and me to interpret for ourselves later in life. It wasn’t until I was older when I Read More …
Accra is a city defined by its dizzying contradictions, lively atmosphere, and friendly people. The chaos of Accra can be qualified by its honking tro tros, enthusiastic vendors, never-ending traffic, bumping music and huge markets. There are slums and mansions on the same street, goats and chickens walking on busy highways and even the people Read More …
Here’s what a lot of people won’t tell you- behind every Instagram post, or “wish you were here” selfie that you send to your family back home, there were probably several other moments that weren’t that great. Moments where you maybe doubted yourself, felt confused or frustrated with the city around you, and even wished Read More …
This week Carlos, one of my Media in Ghana classmates who has an internship at Radio Univers, hosted the debut episode of his radio show called Abroad in Accra. The show is meant to give listeners a look at life in Accra from a variety of different perspectives. For his first episode, he had a Read More …
Before piling four people into the back of a tiny taxi, I turned around to take a final look at Accra’s National Theatre, shaped like the stern of a large boat, atop a stone foundation. We had just seen a play by the Ghanaian playwright Ebo Whyte, called “I Want Your Wife,” supposedly based on Read More …
As a group, we visited Anani Memorial International School on July 4. As we made our way through the narrow alleys in Nima, we were warmly greeted by the students. Within this video, you will have a glimpse of what we experienced.
Nearly three weeks have passed since I arrived in Accra, Ghana and my experience has gotten better with each passing day. The ebb and flow of life in Accra can seem chaotic at first, but as you come to understand the remarkable ways in which people are making the best of an imperfect system, the Read More …
Recently, the beloved Ghanaian playwright Ebo Whyte brought laugher to the National Theater while addressing the issue of false prophesies in his latest play I Want Your Wife. Five Americans all the way from Oregon were among the Ghanaians laughing along with every joke. We watched as Ben and Abena struggled with the prophecy which Read More …
Last night, I hosted my first radio show. It’s called “Abroad in Accra,” and it was broadcast live on 105.7 FM from the Radio Univers studio located on the campus of the University of Ghana. It’s a show I pitched to the station director that focuses on the international student’s experience living and studying abroad Read More …
I reached the Ghanaian parliament building at 9:45 and was supposed to meet my coworker, Patrick, at 10. I began walking down the extended road that led to the entrance and was stopped by a security guard with an Ak-47 on his back. He checked my bag and let me continue. The parliament building itself Read More …