This is simply a collection of scenes by the roadside that caught my eye on the way home from Akosombo Dam.
A mosque shrouded in clouds. The sky looked like it was thinking about raining, but it never did.
Roasting plantains on a Ghanaian hibachi.
Wouldn’t you love to buy tomatoes that look as great as these? This is just typical Ghanaian produce: stunning! Edna didn’t buy these, however. Several West African friends of mine have told me that when other West Africans see you with a white person, they jack up the prices. The vendor probably thinks either that that person is with a white person, white people are all rich so they must be rich, too. Or they think that the white person will pay for their friend’s purchase. Either way, the seller has miscalculated and loses the sale. That’s what happened here. Edna said they were too expensive.
Pottery for sale! Even though I only saw it as it flashed by, Ghanaian pottery was attractive and looked well made.
And more pottery! If I lived in Ghana, I’d have Ghanaian pottery everywhere in my house!
West Africa still has a strong attachment to traditional medicine. The sign says, “Come to me with all kinds of diseases and I shall help you.”
Can’t lay my finger on exactly why I like this scene so much, but it’s one of my favorites.
Typical small town scene in the Odumase-Krobo area.
Edna didn’t go home tomatoless. She bought some from the same tomato vendor that Veronica purchased from a few days before, when we made the trip to the Agomanya bead market.
