Retracing My Family’s Past in Accra
I can’t know the spot where an elderly lady always sold them fresh sugar bread or the field where they played ampe.
I can’t know the spot where an elderly lady always sold them fresh sugar bread or the field where they played ampe.
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.
To commemorate a time that holds both tragedy and rebirth, Ghana has declared 2019 the Year of Return.
But the day came when I felt like I was drowning in my own stories.
It was a most unusual Thanksgiving. En route to the Cape, we received rock-climbing advice from a naked, seventy-year-old fisherman, who helped us navigate the ragged crags leading up to the point.