The Role of Students in Development

I’ve been busy. That is the easiest way to explain why it took me until the end of my internship to describe what I’m actually doing here. But the more honest answer is that I am reluctant. Even a brief mention of my “internship abroad” leads to a gush of compliments.  Sentiments of sacrifice, helping…

To FOMO on a shooting star.

On a particularly clear night, Daniella and I decided to do some star-gazing. I had earlier identified the perfect spot: the roof of a partially constructed two-storey building (I trust all the weight bearing parts were in place…). On the walk there I sarcastically wondered out loud if there were any new deep insights to…

On Slavery and Broken Promises

On Sunday we visited a slave castle in a nearby town, El Mina slave castle. It is a fascinating structure: the oldest European building below the Sahara, housing the first Christian chapel in Africa outside of Ethiopia. It was initially used as a trading post (Ghana was once known as the Gold Coast), and later…

Life’s pace

I often hear that in places like Ghana, the “pace of life” is slower. But it’s not because people here are lazier, or just walk and talk slower. Allow me to demonstrate: It all started with a trip into town to buy some skirts. Not for me, for the other two girls. Though secretly wearing…

Bleach and bike gangs.

Just outside of campus, about a 10 minute bike ride away, is where I will spend the bulk of my time: the Planned Parenthood Association of Ghana. We finally visited it on Tuesday (May 8). The director, who goes by “Mama” took a moment to show us around the location and inform us that the…