To Kumasi

On the bus to my childhood home, Kumasi, this man spoke passionately into his microphone in Akan for half an hour, mentioning in English Nkrumah, the father of Ghanain independence, and quoting Biblical verses. He turned out to be a travelling salesman, selling stress balls!

We passed villages,

roadside vendors,

jungles and farms.

Here in Kumasi for a week, we’ve already located a good chop bar for fufu, and our local peanut and plantain roasting stall.

“One cedi for one plantain,” she said. Bargaining for a bulk price, I asked how much four cost. She stared as though I was an idiot.

“Four cedis.”

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