|Kings and chiefs being paraded down the street|
So last weekend, minus the beads and pinkies, I had the opportunity to go to the Afahye, one of the largest Harvest Festivals in Ghana. Despite there not being naked women or men willing to expose themselves, it was almost just like Mardi Gras. Including the fact, that we showed up with no place to stay and my ass was grabbed twice in the first 30 minutes. However, one of the times, it was a five year old boy- so I mean I can't fault him for having good taste.We also grossly underestimated our party capabilities because it was amazing how a day trip quickly turned into an overnight trip.
|entourage of one of the chiefs|
Fortunately, Mickey our friend, offered up his family home for us to stay. I must take the time to mention though, his family home was really an apartment building. His grandmother owned a sawmill, which was also there on the property. The house she built was three stories and had 11 bedrooms, all with their own living rooms. The only thing they shared was the kitchen and bathrooms, which are conveniently located on each level. Yeah, it was pimp, but I have learned most houses in Ghana are pimp.
|MaRaina, my trotro guide and Mickey Sunday morning.|
Sigh, l must admit, I love Ghana more each day.
Until Next Time Smoohces.