Editor’s Note: A friend shared this account from Christabel Steel-Dadzie, one of Ghana’s young changemakers and founder of the Ahaspora Young Professionals network. Reading it, I was aghast, but not surprised. I have encountered similar in Ghana (in a trotro/public mini-bus no less) and heard similar stories from other ladies.…
In the early 2000s, my father gave me this book: “How to think about weird things: Critical thinking for a new age”. Although I flipped through its pages, I never actually read it – it was either too dense for my teenage mind or I was simply interested in other things…
It was early October and I was sitting in a restaurant in downtown Tunis, catching up with a former classmate. Besides talking about the usual – how have you been, how’s your family, work, love life, future prospects, moving home soon? – we also touched on my experience living in…
I wrote this a few weeks ago at the Bankside of the Thames after my visit to London’s Tate Modern Museum. It was an overcast (regular?) day in the city and a bit cold, but I enjoyed the chill on my face. I made it a solo date – art…
Thought I was done blogging for the day — until I came across this BBC photo feature on Ghana’s market girls or “kayayo”. When I was back in Ghana, I would occasionally go to the Madina market in Accra with my mum and I remember seeing them every time.…