Goodbye Accra

After six unforgettable hours in Accra, I left for Ketu South District aboard an 18-seater van. As the driver shifted gears, I reviewed my notes and liked what I was documenting. The book was already in the making.

The first page, titled Hello Ghana, was written in the said van. The rest of the pages were outlined along the way. When I was dropped at the border with Togo, the title of the publication you are reading had already been conceived.      

It is impossible to tour Accra's major tourist attractions in six hours. I chose to visit the city on Sunday because traffic flows faster on the day of the Lord. Unfortunately, I made it to the Kwame Nkrumah Water Park when the caretaker had gone to church, leaving the gate locked. The Osu Castle was also closed, and so was the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park.       

Despite the disappointments caused by tempo-rary closures, I made the most out of the half-day tour. In the words of my music-blasting Bolt driver, Accra never disappoints.         

Memories created in Ghana will be cherished for the rest of my life. As I always say, good things are meant to be shared. These recollections are no exception.