There are cities that welcome you. Then there are cities that claim you, Accra is the second kind.
From the moment my flight broke through the clouds and that rust and green coastline came into view the Atlantic crashing against the Gulf of Guinea, the city spreading wide and golden beneath the harmattan haze I knew this trip was going to be different, Ghana has an energy you don’t read about, You have to land and feel it.
I’d been planning this trip for months. Accra, Cape Coast, maybe a stretch up to Kumasi if time allowed. The kind of itinerary that looks ambitious on paper and absolutely electric once you’re living it.
The first thing that hit me at Kotoka International Airport wasn’t the heat though yes, it was very much there. It was the color. The fabrics. Kente cloth draped over shoulders, bold prints everywhere, vendors moving with purpose through
