Last Tuesday, the country of Ghana was shocked to learn of the passing of sitting its President, Prof. John Evans Atta Mills. The news of his death hit the airwaves shortly after his passing at the 37 Military Hospital. President Mills died at 2:15 p.m on July 24, 2012. The news of his death was Read More …
Not perfect, but a valiant effort to throw the O by some of my radio Journalist friends! GOOOO DUCKS!
My co-worker, Abigail, buzzed my room’s phone in a frenzy at about 8:00 p.m. Sunday night, the day we arrived in Tamale. She informed me that the Northern Regional Minister did not like the speech she sent him three weeks ago because it wasn’t indepth enough, and if we did not prepare a word-for-word speech Read More …
This is a dance preformed at Big Milly’s lodge in Kokobite, a beach located about 45 minutes by taxi west of Accra. I thought the dance was pretty amazing and assumed it had a name, but when I approached a local to inquire about the dance he said it was interpretative. And you know when Read More …
‘You guys realize that there’s an empty row in the front, but we are all so connected that we would rather be squished together in the back than spread out…’ Dan flashes her pearly whites and flips back around to put her head back out the window as we all laugh at her observation. None Read More …
The folk at my internship, Media Foundation for West Africa, were generous enough to fly me to Tamale, Ghana, for an all expenses paid for three-day conference during my second to last week here. The conference focuses on using radio to promote effective and participatory local governance in Northern Ghana. (Ghana divides into ten regions Read More …
“Can I ask you a question?” Abby asked. “Of course you can,” I replied. Abby gulped down some courage and cleared her throat. In a hushed voice she asked, “Are you an Angel?” Courtney and I were sitting on a white bench outside of the Ghana-Canada Medical Center, waiting for her lab results, when I Read More …
The girls in our group are quite lovely. They’re so smart, so beautiful and so very funny. They’re also compassionate and open-minded. Overall, they’re just great to be here with. And the more I think about it, brought to my attention most days by male Ghanaian passers-by while I’m out with one these gals, I Read More …
As I daydreamed out the conference window, I began to wonder why my Ghanaian coworkers seemed so relaxed when our clients didn’t arrive on time for an important meeting. Tick …. Tick tick tick…tick
Our 6-week adventure in Africa is just over half-way finished. Weird. I find myself reminiscing a little on my journey as an Obruni in this Western African Nation and our African abode. It was nighttime when I first disembarked from the plane in Accra. Eric, our bus driver, took a group of our freshly landed Read More …
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Lanabroni ate fufu, and you can too! I did it. I faced my fears. I finally took the plunge. I. Tried. Fufu. And the moment I stuck my hand into the gooey mess I knew I would never be the same.
Through spending time living in Ghana, I have truly started to understand the difference between necessities and privileges and how to carefully distinguish between the two. Coming from the United States, there are a lot of things I experience and use on a daily basis back home that I truly don’t think twice about. For Read More …
6:30 a.m. rolls around, and our African abode fills with the default alarm ring from our 15 candy-bar MTN cell phones. I climb down my rickety bunk bed ladder, hunched down to avoid my head hitting the deadly ceiling fan, and tip-toe out of the room so I don’t wake Elora. I make my standard Read More …
A few days after arriving in Accra we met the freshest, hippest Ghanaian to help guide us along this emotional ride. I wasn’t entirely sure how it happened. Bjorn and Rob were doing some spontaneous jig, and out of nowhere Sonny starts breaking it down, his hips grooving side to side as he rubs his Read More …
39,974,880 feet, 7,571 miles, 24 hours of travel, and a seven-hour time zone change later, a little girl no older than eight approached me for less than five minutes from her small village outside Kumasi and gave me a fresh perspective on the small things that sometimes matter the most. We had just finished watching Read More …