Winneba

Yesterday morning we left to visit Charlottesville’s Sister City, Winneba. Located along the coast about an hour and a half drive from Accra we decided to take the tro-tro there. We tried to beat the traffic by leaving early and we set off in a cab to pick a tro-tro at Kaneshie Station. After contacting a few people back in Charlottesville we were put in touch with Tina, a delegate for Winneba. She graciously showed us around the town, explaining to us that we had just missed the Deer Hunting Festival, which took place this past weekend, and that we would also be missing the fishermen’s’ celebration in the afternoon. I told her this gave me another reason to come back to Ghana.

While taking us around town she told us that we would pay a visit to the Mayor Chief Executive of Winneba. (Yes, we’re a big deal around here). Then we went to lunch where Tina told us all about the activities of Winneba and about her travels to Charlottesville. Hearing about Charlottesville, being with my mom, and being in Ghana, I felt the sadness about going home go away a little bit. (Don’t worry it’s back today).

We traveled back home in the afternoon and arrived just in time for Grandma’s jollof rice. Nikki, Melissa, and Amy came over for dinner and joined Grandma, my mom, and me. It was an amazing last night. And now we are preparing to leave.

Caught in the in-between, between America and Ghana, between wanting to leave and wanting to stay, between smiles and tears, between dirt and concrete, I have fallen in this gutter of life, and soon I will be on the other side.