International Women’s Day is a global day on which we celebrate the economic, political and social achievements of women. In some countries, mainly in Africa and Asia, the day is a holiday and it has the equivalent status of Mother’s Day.
I love going to bazaars in Ghana. Basically each bazaar is a collection of 30 – 40 vendors selling all sorts of wares – beads, furniture, clothes, artwork, books, craft, jewelery, the works. It is normally in the open air; each vendor with a table, under a canopy. There is often music, entertainment and games …
My first children’s book was set on the Caribbean island of St. Kitts; my second in Jamaica and the third is set in Trinidad.
We’ve all received those emails; someone with the same name as ours has died and left cash unclaimed. We can get their money if we just send some money first or send our bank details. And then there are the emails from a friend who is traveling and in desperate need of cash. And of …
Located at the top of the chain of Eastern Caribbean islands, St. Kitts offers a taste of paradise to the honeymooning couple. It is a quiet, romantic island with beautiful beaches, wonderful sights and friendly people. It is also easy to reach, just a three hour flight from Miami.
This is my first post for 2011. I planned to begin the post by extending Happy New Year wishes to my co-novelnauts and readers, however, I decided yesterday that since my year has not had a very auspicious start, I will celebrate the Chinese New Year and start 2011 all over again on February 3.
Poverty in Ghana is rife. The average annual income is about US$780 dollars. Begging is illegal but quite prevalent in Accra. Many of the beggars are disabled, perhaps crippled by polio or blinded by diabetes. Many travel from far away villages to seek their fortune in Accra, and find themselves driven to the streets by …
Yeah boy, ah reach. The flight? Boy, you know how it is when you come home for carnival. From the time you get on de plane is like you done reach.
We stepped out of the grocery and headed for the entrance of the mall. As we approached the outdoors, my daughter asked, “Mommy, is it raining?” It was not raining, but her question was well-founded. The sky was shrouded in what looked like a sheet of steady rain. “No, honey,” I replied, “it’s Saharan dust …
After listening to her grandmother describe a trip she would be taking, my seven year old piped up, hands on hips: “And how much is all of this going to cost?”