Tag Archives: love

Freedom

Freedom to choose:

Who to love

Who to marry

Not to marry

Whether to have children

How to dress

To study

To work

To drive

To dance

To sing

What to read

What to say

Where to go

Where to shop

What to buy

Who to spend time with

A religion

No religion

 

Freedom to choose whatever one wants to do, however one wants to do it, wherever one wants to do it, whenever one wants to do it.

Most of us are blessed to have this exquisite freedom of choice and we spend our lives taking it for granted.

Many of our sisters don’t have these choices, simply by virtue of their place of birth, their culture or family.

 

It could have been us.

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 


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

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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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