It’s Sunday morning and I woke up to a brand new world today. I’m in Cote d’Ivoire – which I’m counting to be country no. 35 of this journey. The clock says it’s still early but the bustling streets of small town Aboisso came to life already hours ago. I think the sun was the last one to rise here today. I crossed into the country only yesterday afternoon and as per usual, I’m a little too excited to throw myself onto the road to start to get to know this new temporary home of mine.
First though – we need to talk about Ghana.
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No. Let’s not.
See those 3 dots? They’re there to replace some 500 words I just deleted, realising that this is stupid. Not to mention it also being impossible – to try and squeeze everything from dancing children and the purest connections between people, to brutal faiths and fundamental human rights issues into a quick Sunday breakfast blog post.
More than anything – would it not give this country a grain of justice.
I didn’t even spend 2 full weeks in Ghana. Still this is one I regard as one of the very biggest experiences yet, on more levels than I was ever ready for.
Which is why this one goes out to you.
Not a single one of you will ever know that these words exist. Nor will I ever meet you again, to get the opportunity to tell you that they do. But thank you. I thank all of you. The hundreds of souls that let me into your world, for a chat, a meal, a night’s rest or for a simple wave and a smile as I swiftly zoomed passed you by the road you were sitting.
Thank you for your respect and for your patience. For your curiosity and laughters. And yes. Thank you Joshua, for sitting down to teach the sweaty obruni how to properly eat an orange.
Thank you all. For making a girl who’s still very far away from home – feel like she’s already there.
Until next time,
Fredrika