Just after a decade
Just from being afraid, unintentionally I prayed for a decade
Seemed to weigh too much that all I wanted was for it to fade
Swayed back and forth through my all dismay
Convinced halfway that this might be the only way
Midway midday trying to console my emotions or admittedly trying to downplay
Understood that my prayers will be a doorway
Believed that not all things are handmade,
Agreed that timing could definitely not be man-made
Only to realise it’s been a decade
So when you do pray in cause of your future
Be intentional with the structure that it may be sooner
With the believe that it’s all in God’s timing;
Understanding that you’re not delayed when it’s been a decade
It use to be “I wanna travel back to Ghana” to “I’m in Ghana… the Motherland”. I finally graced the land of Gold on December 8th 2017 after being greeted by the rustic harsh heatwave at Kotoka international Airport; whilst being able to recognize what Ghana was and is to me. The energy, culture, environment, lifestyle, the people and most importantly, family. This was huge for me as I was able to embrace my parents just after a decade leaving to Australia.
The pressure and energy from people asking to direct you, help carry your luggage or street sellers offering to sell you whatever they were carrying even if you didn't necessarily need it. Somehow, locals could sense that “you weren’t from there” Maybe it’s the way we spoke, dressed, how we walked aimlessly around the airport and on the streets. I don’t know what it is but I want to call it “the Foreign Aura” Somehow they just knew. As we drove and spent couple of days in Accra, it began to sink in …. “I am in Ghana.” The streets and rocky roads, finished and unfinished buildings, non road-worthy cars and traffic, churches and billboards, street sellers and street food, radio stations and music, the people and the grind. This is Ghana living.
When you’re in Ghana, you vividly see the hustle of Ghana. Everything is a hustle. During ongoing traffic, you encounter kids and the sick begging for money from car to car, street sellers hustling for every cedi, taxi/trotros (minibus share taxis) repetitively beeping with mates determined to acquire as much passengers as possible. (Everybody tryna make some cedis!) In the midst of this, music was everywhere; perhaps it’s something that keeps the land alive. It was quite an experience take in; mentally and physically (I was constantly taking notes).
For the first weeks, we visited family and friends catching up on several years missed and the stories were many. Travelling was always a hustle with continuous traffic. If you've lived or visited Ghana, you know what I’m talking about. It’s insane! It also makes you realize a few cultural differences, both negative and positive; some more compelling than others. I was humbled by the living conditions in some areas I visited and in any space like that, you begin to look at life a lot differently. Which for me was a great thing. You also experience how people cherished your presence whether it being genuine or not (I won’t be the judge of that). There’s just a different level of contentment, happiness, freedom and so much room for laughter in the sense people welcomed you. Amongst all this, the reality of reuniting with my family made it all worthwhile. And looking back, I couldn’t really ask for a better time. So blessed to have started 2018 (I know you're nearly halfway through the year) in such positive and vibrant state. Home is definitely where the heart is.
Ghana Travel Vlog below!
Ghana is home; a place that’s always on mind, it never leaves me.
Whenever you get the chance, travel and travel some more. Whether it’s travelling away from work or to work, or simply getting away just to relax and see the world beyond you. There’s so much more out there beyond our door steps.
Choose to indulge in the things that help you grow, learn and enrich your soul. Live your best, become more self aware and protect your peace.
Watch my Ghana Travel Vlog below!
Until Next Time!
Images captured via iPhone