Ironies and Oburonis: Navigating Foreignness in Ghana
Ghana began on the plane. It was 1am on my connection from Casablanca to Accra, and I was sitting next to a sleepy-eyed toddler and his mother, who…
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Ghana began on the plane. It was 1am on my connection from Casablanca to Accra, and I was sitting next to a sleepy-eyed toddler and his mother, who…