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…

A violent, Ghanaian rainstorm.

Writers and Rememberers

I was woken up in the middle of the night by the most violent rainstorm of my life. I tried to take a picture and it was one of the many moments where my camera simply will not suffice. I realized in the most exciting. “I never want to forget this” moments of my life,…