Accra: Jamestown

Accra Two young men approach us and ask for our email addresses. I suspect there is some nefarious reason they want them but I feel it would be more dangerous to refuse. For some reason it doesn’t occur to me to provide a false email address.

There are twenty boxing schools in this neighbourhood.

There were missionaries active in Ghana from as early as 1828. Their legacy is indisputable. The waitress asks me “Did you go to chuch this morning?” When I tell her I did not, she responds “I couldn’t go to church because I had to work. I thought maybe you could share the Word of God with me but you have nothing for me.”

Our favourite outing is to walk from my grandfather’s house to the lighthouse. We play on the rocks, in awe of the Atlantic waves crashing in, until the surf gets big enough to thoroughly soak us.