I was visiting a school run by Sankor Baptist Church in Winneba, Ghana and found this poor boy all alone in his classroom. The rest of the kids were outside playing. I don’t know if he got in trouble or just had homework to catch up on. I liked the various objects scattered on the […]
Friday I took a trotro to the coastal city of Winneba. A trotro is a bus/van that carries anywhere from 20 to 40 people from town to town. When I got to the station I was completely overwhelmed by the unbelievable amount of people, vehicles, trash, and noise. I saw both a cow and a […]
Two and a half years ago I attended New Covenant Baptist Church in Accra. I took some photos and met Pastor Chris. Later that week Pastor Chris took me to a village in a region they had been doing some evangelism. Today I attended New Covenant again and saw many familiar faces. I also saw […]
The man in black’s name is Johnny. He was the driver that took me to Frankadua this week. Johnny is wearing black because his father passed away last week. Tradition dictates that he wear black until his father’s body has been buried. This photo is significant to me because it reminds me of the reason […]
This week I visited the Baptist Vocational Training Center which helps to rehabilitate ex-Trokosi slaves and re-integrate them into society. Before I tell you about what the Center is doing for the girls and some of their stories I wanted to explain what Trokosi is and why it is practiced. As Westerners it is very […]
My last food related post about the mold in cheese being delicious flavor got a lot of mixed reactions. Some folks didn’t agree with me that mold was flavor. After trying a local dish named Banku I too have found I disagree with someone else’s idea of flavor. Banku is a sort of corn dough. […]
Though there isn’t anything spectacular about this photo’s composition, lighting, or color I just like the subject. This baboon and its baby were crossing the highway as we drove by. I had the driver stop and a managed to snap a couple shots before they retreated back into the forest. There is something gripping (pun […]
I was in a Muslim Hausa neighborhood of Abidjan, Cote d’Ivoire with missionary Greg Sharpe and we were chatting with this guy. It took me several minutes before I noticed his t-shirt.