Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Writing 101 – Accra By Night

on September 10, 2015

Coming in for landing in a strange city after dark adds intrigue I think. From above we saw the lights of Accra spread like a fabulous spider web. I knew that Ghana was bordered by the Atlantic Ocean and dreamily imagined a beach and moonlight reflected on the water. We touched down on the runway and taxied to the terminal where we went through customs. There we were met by representatives of our conference and given lodging assignments. So far I felt in familiar territory. No intrigue here. The adventurous part began when we were put in various taxis and shuttles that fanned out over the huge area of Accra to deposit us at the door of several small inns that were to be our housing for the week.

My friend and I were the only passengers in one taxi. This seemed odd – but the unusual was beginning to feel like the norm. We drove for a while on a paved road. The farther we got from the airport the fewer street lights there were. It was hard to tell whether we were in commercial or residential sections – or who knows what. It was inky dark. Finally we turned off onto a bumpy,dusty dirt road and drove some more. I was beginning to dread having come to Africa. Our taxi kept on toward our destination until at last in the distance we saw a rainbow sparkle of bright lights – to us like palm trees in an oasis. We had arrived. The name of our inn was Kumbaya.

4 responses to “Writing 101 – Accra By Night

  1. crazyholecook says:

    Oh, I love it! I want more! Please.

  2. vellissima says:

    I love the title of your blog. I won’t steal it, or the Ghanian quote, but let my desire to do so be flattery!

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