Day nine of the Ghana road trip: a little roadside shopping.
Leaving the monkey sanctuary, we passed a few villages. Suddenly Stanley pulled over.
“I want to buy some yams.”
Yams are to West Africans what potatoes are to Americans and what rice is to Asians, only much more so. They were cheaper in this area than where Stanley lives, so he wanted to stock up before he went back home at the end of our trip.
We no sooner got out of the Land Rover when a young girl in a red tank top jumped up and ran to help us.
Stanley made his selections, and she carried the battered tin basin of yams to the vehicle and helped him load them in.
You’ll be quite surprised to learn that while the yams were being loaded, my disciples gathered to hear The Word.
“Hello! How are you?” I said.
“Fine!” they chorused, with plenty of giggling.
A woman passing by wanted to see the photos, so I showed her. I was happy when she allowed me to take her photo, too.
I waved goodbye to the children, and they all excitedly waved back. This is why I love kids in West Arica. They make me feel like a rock star! Actually, pretty much everyone here does.
That’s why I love West Africa.