I'm lying in the sun watching wispy clouds drift by occasionally obstructing the sun's warm rays and restricting the production of vitamin D in my skin. I am surrounded by large fields and the sounds of nature and Scouting For Girls' She's So Lovely which always reminds me of Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. A low flying plane passes by and a thick wave of wanderlust overcomes me yet again for the biggilian time today and I wish I was somewhere exotic.
Except I'm lying on my overzised Pull & Bear scarf in a park albeit beautiful, in Ireland on one of the few sunny days we experience. It's my only day off work this week and I've spent half of it doing chores and running errands but I'm not complaining because I love being productive when I can. The weather however did bring me back to my time in Ghana.
I've managed to sort out all my pictures and videos and I just wanted to share a few with you guys so you can reminisce with me. I'm most likely going to have to wait a few months to edit the videos as I do not have a proper laptop that can support any good editing software programmes so I'm afraid these pictures will have to be your only fix for now. I've included a little background to each so you're not completely lost.
insisted I take one right then and there. I was outside and they were inside. This image was completely all the children's work.
The times I spent following my grandmother's sure footed steps around Dr. Mensah open market in the sweltering African heat was definitely one of the highlights of my trip. Second to visiting the primary-secondary school she and my late grandfather built together many years ago. It was both inspiring and pleasing to see the contribution their efforts had made to the community. I was and am extremely grateful, even more now, for their example in helping wherever possible.
My grandmother and my 106 year old great-grandmother i.e her mother. In this picture my grandmother is preparing my great-grandmother for this picture. Of course being a horrible grand daughter I took the picture anyways.
My grandmother and I on my last day in Kumasi before heading to the capital. She'd been awake since 3a.m and was heading to the funeral of her aunt. I threw on the top I'm wearing over my PJs for this picture.
This is Nana Addo, he's two and a half years old and the youngest child of our family help in Ghana. He pulled me out of the bedroom on this morning to take a picture of him in his uniform but spent the whole time avoiding the camera.
I visited my first kindergarten/primary school that I attended in Ghana, Regal International School. Most of my old teachers had left but these two women were always there from the very beginning. It was so amazing to get to see them again especially after so many years. I didn't think I'd recognise anyone let alone have them recognise me! It was definitely a welcome trip down memory lane.
There are many street vendors of all ages, men, women and children in Ghana who brave the throngs of traffic daily to sell anything from packets of nuts to pots and pans. These boys were selling frozen yogurt. We'd stopped in traffic and I had bought one of the strawberry yogurts I always ate as a kid. When they saw my camera they asked me to take their picture which I promised to print out for them but I never got the chance to :(
There is a fisherman on a plank of wood or something in the picture directly below but sadly you cannot see him. I also realized I need to get better lenses.
While I was with my grandmother, they harvested the year's corn. We started to remove the pips from the cob so they can be turned to flour and used to make Banku, a Ghanaian delicacy amongst other dishes.
Many of the buildings in Ghana caught my attention because of their vibrant colors, decrepit beauty and the stories and lives they hold. This building could be hosting at the very least 3 different extended families or tenants who've come together as family. Whilst traveling with my Uncle, we stopped to speak to a friend of his in the hair salon below the complex.
I spent my last week in Ghana in the capital with my older brother. After a 5 hour coach ride I arrived to the capital with expectations of a fun week ahead and it did not disappoint. The journey to the capital itself was full of beautiful scenery like these mountains.
One of the sites we visited was Black Star Square, the site of Ghana's Independence Day Parades and I got my dose of history in Accra thanks to my brother who brought me around and showed me everything. It was so odd having someone so willing to take my pictures for me.
Photo Credit @ Big Cymps
My brother styles video shoots and movies as a job and on one of the nights I got to follow him to one of their shoots in a lovely seaside bar, it was however too late to get many pictures of the actually beach.
We visited the national museum and got to hear a little about Ghana's history but not much because we had very little time. This is a picture my brother took of one of the statues along the pond in front of the Kwame Nkrumah statue.
Photo Credit @Big Cymps
There was some massive church event going on in the Black Star Square and we stole behind som railings to get this picture but shh...don't tell anyone.
This is the oldest tree in Jamestown one of the oldest districts of Accra. Here they speak a different dialect called Ga so waking through this area I had absolutely no idea what anyone was saying. Something that is drawn into sharp focus when a woman starts angrily screaming at you for no apparent reason. They also have a king and spiritual priest and chief who govern the area.
This is the statue of the man, Kwame Nkrumah who fronted Ghana's fight for independence from British Rule. We now celebrate independence on the 6th of March. 59 years since 1957 and counting.
I hope you enjoyed these little snapshots. I'd love to know what you think. What are some of your latest snapshot moments in life?
Till next time my pretties xxx