I made a friend on the flight to Accra. My seatmate, Emmanuel, was a young Ghanaian who had recently established an NGO. NGOs (Non-Governmental Organization) are private organizations that are often involved in development work. We had some great conversations and a lot of laughs. We exchanged business cards as we were waiting to disembark.
It must have been over an hour after landing by the time we collected our bags, went through customs and approached the area where people were waiting for arriving passengers. To my surprise, Emmanuel was waiting for me after I passed through customs. He had found my hotel driver, who had a sign with my name on it, and had assured the man I was on my way. Ghanaians are very kind to strangers.
Numerous Obama billboards were still on display around town, months after his official visit. After my driver Anthony and I cruised past the third one, I was curious. I had read news articles about the popularity of the presidential visit, but I wanted to find out from the man on the street what it had been like.
“So, Anthony, how was Obama received by Ghanaians?”
“Oh! We made him too much welcome! It was like Jesus came.”
I howled. This was what was so much fun about being here, Ghanaian humor and Ghanaian flavored English.
Soon afterwards I was drifting off to sleep in an incredibly comfortable bed. The next morning I would meet Stanley, my driver for the ten-day road tour.