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15 things I will never again take for granted.

1. A constant and reliable electricity supply.

2. A constant and reliable water supply.

3. Sanitation; rubbish removal, sealed gutters, a litter free environment.

4. Public toilets; any toilets but especially those you can flush and even better those you can flush the paper down.

5. Clean beaches and oceans.

6. Access to anything that I want, need or desire whenever I want, need or desire it.

7. Basic human rights for everybody.

8. A political system, police system, government system, all systems for that matter free of corruption.

9. Education for all children.

10.Freedom of choice in anything and everything.

11.Traffic free roads.

12.Minimum wage and/or at least Government support for those who need it.

13.Access to free quality health care.

14.Pollution free air.

15.My beautiful homeland.




So I bought a whole bunch of beads today.

Some of the beads I bought today

I have long been wanting to explore my creative side. I can’t draw or paint, and not many other crafts interest me, so I have decided to try my hand at beading. I went to the Abogloshi markets this morning with a friend who has an entire room dedicated to her passion for beading, and she had kindly agreed to take me along and give me some hints and tips as to what to buy to start my new hobby. I thoroughly enjoyed myself buying all sorts of gorgeous African beads and the necessary accessories and tools to begin. Afterwards we went back to her place for lunch and a lesson in the basics of beading. I am now sitting here looking at my pile of beautiful beads, the creative juices flowing and brimming with enthusiasm for what I am hoping will be the beginning of an exciting and interesting new passion for me.

Now it’s not that I haven’t tried other creative pursuits, it’s just that somehow that initial enthusiasm well, kind of disappears. I am now reminded of some of my previous hobbies that never quite made it. There was the hook rug that was so close to being finished; the size two ninja turtle cross stitch t-shirt that is ninety percent complete, which was for my now twenty four year old son; the cross stitch sampler I started for my mum – twenty one years ago; the decoupage, cottage crafts, soap making, cosmetic making, basket weaving, door mat printing, tie dying, wreath making, sewing….to name a few.

But this time I am sure! I am sure bead making will be it, I just know it will.

Best check back with me in six months time and see how I’m going – I might have some beads and tools going cheap, but then again… 🙂

More beads

This is Africa!


Beautiful baskets made in Bolgatanga


Happy happy

Two gorgeous Fulani girls

My attempt at pounding fufu

Hello and welcome to my blog. I intended to blog weekly once we arrived in Ghana and here I am four months later beginning my first post.

Life  has been crazy and hectic to say the least. I have had so many experiences and done so many things since arriving in Ghana that I really don’t know where to start. I have travelled North, South, East and West. I have met with Chiefs, Imams and Sheiks. I have sat on a live four metre crocodile, showered using buckets, dealt with no power or running water at times and the most intermittent internet service that you can imagine. I have had interactions (that’s a nice way to put it) with Customs Officers, Immigration and Police (say no more). I have been blessed to have been bestowed with the title of Magajiyan Chigaba (Queen of Progress) in the Ashanti Region and Queen Mother in Wulugu in the North.

I have sat in traffic for more hours than I wish to think about and spent more time frustrated with “the system” than I could have imagined. I have felt more frustration, frustration, frustration with so many things than I can possibly put into words. If I had a dollar for every time I have heard the words “this is Africa” I would be a rich woman. I have pounded FuFu, attempted to stir Banku and eaten more rice than I ever have before. I have cried buckets of tears and laughed til I thought I would burst. I have been appalled by some of the medical facilities available and sadly held my beautiful mother in law as she died in our loving arms. I have met incredible, amazing people from all walks of life, some with fascinating stories to share. I have been welcomed into a huge and loving family with wide open arms and made to feel at home from day one.

Stirring the banku


I miss my family and friends terribly as well as some of the conveniences and comforts that life in Australia afforded me. While I have always been aware of our excessive lifestyle by comparison in the West, to see first hand how some people struggle day to day just to feed themselves and their families, makes me ever more grateful for the life I have lived to date and more determined to make a difference somehow, in some way…..This is Africa!

Sitting on a live crocodile

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