“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves.” – Pico Iyer Surrounded by boxes of Fan Ice, bags of cold water, an assortment of Mentos gum and a lot of curious Ghanaians: the obroni bus slowly makes its way down a crowded and steep downtown Kumasi street. Just below us, Read More …
It has been almost one year since I first saw their photos. Bright and full of joy, the faces of children in vibrant violet uniforms looked back at me from my computer screen as I sat in my Portland home exploring the “Media in Ghana” blog by past students. One photo in particular had moved Read More …
It’s midday in Accra. I’m stuck in traffic on Liberation Road, one of Accra’s main arteries in and out of the city. Wedged between two Ghanaians on the first of four overly-occupied rows of seating behind the driver, I can feel sweat dripping down my shins beneath the denim I regretfully opted for this morning.
Yesterday was Independence Day back home. We celebrated as a little family in Ghana with a few cheers and some high fives. We want to send our love back to our families and loved ones, thanking you for all you’ve done to help us get to where we are. Happy Fourth!
It’s the end of our sixth day in Accra, but it feels like we’ve been here much longer. Our senses have been overloaded during our first few days. From the start, we’ve been traveling as a group in a large white bus, dubbed the “Obroni Mobile.” In Twi, the local language spoken throughout Accra, obroni Read More …
