It’s been over a week since I got off the plane at PDX and took a big, deep breath of clean Pacific Northwest air. I’m happy to be home, but the transition back to “normal” life hasn’t been as easy as I’d imagined. It’s hard to reconcile all of my Ghanaian experiences with my life Read More …
When I found out I was going to be interning at a newspaper in Ghana, initially I was nervous. As a public relations and Spanish major, I don’t have substantial experience working with the fifth estate. I was afraid that my employers would be disappointed in my lack of journalistic knowledge or that I would Read More …
I thought it would be nice to take you guys through a day in the life at Metro TV. Here are some of the sights and sounds I see and hear on a daily basis.
I could have taken a nap. I could have lounged in my hotel room, watching Ghanaian soap operas and eating sweet rolls — oh, and the chocolate I’d found just an hour before, made of real cocoa harvested just a few miles down the road! My fingers were still brown from it. The ground below Read More …
Mangoes will never be the same again. Pineapples, too — oh, and the oranges! I had no idea I’d been so cheated all these years, robbed of true pleasure. My first encounter with the local produce came three days into my stay. Someone brought home a plastic bag filled with sliced mango. They handed me Read More …
I took a trotro to the Medina market with Key and Zach Putnam. Zach had gone a few days earlier and said the vendors served a lot of local food, and the whole place was a great display of true local life. On the way there, the trotro mate taking people’s money asked for the Read More …
Tues, July 5 As my plane began its descent to Accra, I tried to catch my first glimpse of the city. Unfortunately, cloud cover hid any coherent view, and even below the clouds a thick layer of fog allowed me to see just the lights of the airport towers as the plane’s wheels touched down. Read More …
Thursday, August 4, 2016 Circle – one of the most dangerous areas in Accra and the place where a woman got caught selling human meat this summer. Of course, I had to experience it myself. This morning Adam, Zach, Emma, and I jumped on the tro tro that was headed toward Circle. This is the Read More …
Friday of dead week spring quarter, which was June 3, was the date of our last pre-Ghana group meeting. We all met at Leslie’s house and ate some food, had some Twi skits performed, and discussed some final details and logistics. As we were leaving, we said to each other “See you in Ghana!” It Read More …
As I was on the plane crossing the Atlantic Ocean, I wondered, what will Ghana be like? Numerous aspects crossed my mind such as the culture, the people, the city, and the food. I came into the city with no expectations; I was just eager to experience something I had never experienced before and learn Read More …
Accra, Ghana – The tension is as thick as shea butter in the muggy monsoon season air of this West African metropolis. Insults and accusations are flying back and forth over the airwaves like tro-tros speeding down Liberation Road. No, it’s not anxiety about the upcoming presidential election bubbling to the surface like a piping Read More …
I had said goodbye to the server at the restaurant where I used to have my daily lunch. As I walked back to the office after lunch hour, I tried to attentively observe the streets, the restaurants on the way, the mothers carrying their babies tightly tied on their back, the distinct questioning honk of Read More …
I wasn’t expecting to get paid for my internship at Emerge Ghana Ltd. I had accepted this idea before I came to Ghana. I was only going to be there for a month, I wasn’t going to be working nearly as many hours as some of my coworkers, and the experience alone would surely make Read More …