Ghana, 2006

    Ghana · Africa20 May 2006

    Back to Africa. My first trip to West Africa. I’m interested to see if it feels the same or different to other parts of Africa. Is there truly an African unity, a continental identity? Is there something that binds South Africa to Egypt and Kenya and Ghana? Will I feel the same sense of exhilaration and at-home-ness that I have felt in other parts of Africa? I expect I will. The sights and smells, the taste and feel of Africa is unique. Still, it is the diversity within Africa that makes it so exciting, so fascinating.

    Ghana will have its own delights and surprises, its own flavour of history and culture, its own set of rhythms and colours, its own tangle of city life and beauty of nature. I am particularly hopeful that I might get a chance to visit the tropical forest near Accra; perhaps even do a canopy walk. Whatever happens, it will be good to be back on African soil again, albeit briefly. Africa, where my mind is at ease, my heart is at home and my soul is at peace.

    Diary entry, 20 May 2006

    A poem about my impressions of Ghana:

    Diary entry, 29 May 2006

    Africa’s Pride

    Basking in the welcome
    Walking in the rain
    Soaking up the sunshine
    Wincing at the pain

    Port of slaves
    Place of gold
    Seeds of youth
    Roots of old

    Markets on the pavement
    Traders on the street
    Worship under treetops
    Beggars with no feet

    Forts of cursed
    Ships of yoke
    Lakes of thirst
    Spirits broke

    Jesus Saves Motor Shop
    God’s Grace Treasure Chest
    Daily Prayer Mini-Mart
    Retail’s heaven blessed

    Grazing goats
    Cows in pens
    Roaming dogs
    Free range hens

    Bridges in the forest
    Primates shy and rare
    Anthills in the village
    Bird songs on the air

    Plates of rice
    Laced with salt
    Blends of spice
    Drinks of malt

    Fashion on the sidewalk
    Music in the heat
    Gridlock on the roadway
    Dancing to the beat

    Adinkra signs
    Ashanti kings
    Changing times
    Freedom’s wings

    Looking to the future
    Seeing hope-filled eyes
    Sensing a fresh vision
    Of Africa’s new pride

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