This past weekend, I spent half my time in Atomic Down and the other half in Adenta. On Friday, I had invited my friend Justin Grinstead, who also lived in Currier House at Harvard, to dinner at the house. I was so proud of myself for being able to give him directions based on the… Continue reading Of Dinner Parties, Godchildren, and the Rising Temperature
Category: Ghana
The Little Things
Every day I am… Learning to live without running water Getting used to using bottled water for everything Sleeping more and more with ease under my mosquito netting (even without my fan on!) Eating new foods—some strange—but liking them Finding ways to reach out at my job Figuring out more tro-tro routes and the tro-tro… Continue reading The Little Things
“Stop Watching Novelas and Do Something”
I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids and change the way people buy office supplies. But they get into the middle and discover it was harder than they thought. They can’t see… Continue reading “Stop Watching Novelas and Do Something”
A Mountain Wedding
It’s interesting how sometimes the very things you need are given to you when you need them the most. After I had sat at my computer and written my last blog post about feeling a bit sad and lonely, I found encouragement in one of my daily routines. Each morning in Ghana, so far, I… Continue reading A Mountain Wedding
Rainy Days and Fridays
Today is one of “those” days. I woke up this morning with sleepy eyes and the rain, and it hit me: I felt sad. I haven’t felt sad every day, I should note. But today, for some reason, I felt sad. And I felt lonely too. There are other people in the house and the… Continue reading Rainy Days and Fridays
A Visit to the Old Neighborhood
Yesterday, I made the a little over an hour journey by tro-tro from Atomic Down, my new home, to Adenta Down, my old home. The trip was relatively easy, as I only had to transfer once. When I got off the tro-tro, I was a little thrown off as the last stop was not the… Continue reading A Visit to the Old Neighborhood
An Old Foe
And thus reenters into my life, an old enemy: the tro-tro. Now, it would be wrong of me to not point out the fact that tro-tros are extremely cheap and get me anywhere in the city or surrounding towns within three hours that I want to get to for a fraction of the price, and… Continue reading An Old Foe
The New, Old Familiar
So here I am, safe and sound in Ghana after a long flight from Atlanta. When I got to Kotoka Airport, it took a very long time to get through customs. In the two years since I’ve been to Ghana, the airport has gotten quite high-tech, and I had to have my picture taken, as… Continue reading The New, Old Familiar
AND ‘T’ STANDS FOR TRUST
On Thursday, as part of my summer paralegal job, I got to attend depositions for a case with my boss (who remarkably doubles as my brother). Some of what was questioned of these men was the case law that hearsay is not sufficient by itself and must be corroborated by independent investigation or steps to… Continue reading AND ‘T’ STANDS FOR TRUST
Telling a Different Story: Perspective in Life and Words
"Job found contentment and even joy, outside the context of comfort, health or stability. He understood the story was not about him, and he cared more about the story than he did about himself." — Donald Miller (A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life) Last week at church… Continue reading Telling a Different Story: Perspective in Life and Words
Odelia Younge 