Harmattan Time

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 …

Our Gift

This is a difficult thing for me to say out loud for various reasons, but it is true. We West Indians are lucky to live on the western side of the Atlantic ocean. I don’t intend to offend. Our life in Accra, Ghana is comfortable. We have the conveniences of modern living with some inconveniences …