Ghana Glo

A friend visited me in Ghana! And not just any friend but my BFF, one of my oldest friends – twenty years and counting – Gloria aka Glo. She is the friend who when we were kids, would not let me leave the house looking like a slob. And as the day progressed and my…

“So, in Ghana…”

Here I thought I was going to have all the time in the world to write while on vacation. Boy was I wrong. I did not even get a single blog entry draft in! Mid April to mid May, I got to spend in England. I had not been back in almost four years and…

Women: Making a difference since time immemorial

Today I want to highlight individual women in Macondo who are super in every sense of the word. They are strong, hardworking, caring, kind and wow have they made all the difference in my service. Without them, I simply would not be anywhere near as content as I am in Macondo. For International Women’s Day,…

60 years of Independence

Yesterday marked Ghana’s 60th year of Independence. What a young country! And the first in Africa to have gained independence from colonial rule. Four years later, Peace Corps was born and as they say ‘learned to walk in Ghana’ – it received the very first PCVs ever. This last week marked Peace Corps’ 56th birthday…

More than ever

Yesterday, I woke up, excited at the prospect of a female President of the United States of America. How far in the dust had she left Trump?! All too quickly my giddy emotions drained and were quickly replaced with dread and a sadness that rendered me immobile. I started crying and he had not even…

Tisuŋ ni taba: contraception

Mid August we had our seventh girls club meeting and we covered family planning. In the session before, we focused on HIV/AIDS and did a condom demonstration. Conversation turned to contraception thus providing me with the topic for our next meeting. To prepare, I visited a nearby clinic and our district hospital. I particularly wanted…

Fatimata

Fatimata is my Macondo mom. In one of the first meetings I had with a Farmer Based Organization (FBO) from the village, I asked Rauf, my CP to tell the members to invite me to things. Anything. To tell them I enjoyed work. It was the best way I felt I could start to get to…

We are all the same

I cried last night. The whole day I had been in a bad mood. Somehow off, unable to identify the source of this melancholy. It was the last thing I expected after the good mood of celebrating the 4th of July and Eid al-Fitr. Trying to shift my foul mood, I thought to do a…

Challenging traditional gender roles

Following the GLO/BRO Camp in late April, another PCV facilitator, Amy, invited me to her site to run a similar workshop with part of her health club. Apparently the girl who suggested we do skits on gender inequality was one of the participants at the GLO/BRO Camp – I like to think she was inspired by…

Ni ti wumpu

“I hear the bad news” My Chief died and hours later he was buried. It was all held at his home (the body of a Chief is buried inside his home) and by the time I arrived, it is as if I was late. Women were chanting part of the call to prayer: “La ilaha illallah” {Often…

On the shores of the Gulf of Guinea

Ghana has 334 mi / 539 km of coast facing out onto the Gulf of Guinea. So far, I have only explored the town of Cape Coast, about 80 mi / 127 km west of Accra. I traveled down with a handful of other PCVs for a few days during the peak of the dry…

Tisuŋ ni Taba

Third time seems to be the charm – I had a successful Girls’ Club meeting! The previous times, girls forgot or showed up an hour late. That is life here though. In the village (I cannot speak for the cities), you have to remind people the day before and expect them to be late anyway. It is…