So…… it’s time to go. I will be leaving tomorrow. Sad, I know. Sorry. But, fortunately due to the lack of free time I’ve had recently and other things, I’ve still got a few posts and videos that I’ll be sure to add once I get back to the states. You can follow that blog at Just kidding, I’m not changing the domain name. Anyways, thanks everyone for an amazing experience and thanks to all my readers for following a long. Stay tuned for a track to be posted, plus some videos of Obrunis dancing Azonto out in public. It’s been so great to have had the opportunity to come to Ghana and live here, and I hope I can inspire others to do something outside of their comfort zone at some point in their life. The world is bigger than we realize, and there is a lot to learn. I’d also like to apologize to my fellow haters who find my satirical references to Ghana offensive. I don’t mean most of what I say. I know, it doesn’t make sense. Anyway….ghana get one last bowl of fufu, bargain with taxi drivers, fall into a gutter, and take a trotro, and propose to some ladies before I depart. Thanks, Ghana, for being so incredible.



Jeremy Kwabi

Things I wish I had the Balls to do in Ghana

Here in Ghana, I get a lot of stares because I am white. I also get a lot of stares because I do things that most Ghanaians do not. Because people often stare at me, sometimes it is difficult to do things out in public that might not be deemed as “normal”. Here’s a list of things I wish I had the courage/confidence to do here. (Some of them I have done…try to guess!)
  • Tie a baby to my back and walk around the market
  • convince my roommate I’m “a gay”
  • buy food and then invite the people in line behind me to my meal
  • stand up and start azontoing in the middle of my final exam
  • pay a taxi driver to let me drive….and then crash on purpose
  • pay someone at the market to carry my groceries and things on her head in a basket and then pretend that she is chasing after me and try to run away
  • sit down on the ground in the middle of a crowded area and eat a meal
  • invite people to my nearly finished sachet water
  • agree to marry someone and actually follow through with it
  • skip down the street while singing out loud “OBRUNI OBRUNI OBRUNI OBRUNI OBRUNI ORBUNI!”
  • chase after stray chickens, dogs, and goats with a machete
  • talk with a lisp and pretend to be a gay O”bruno”bruni
  • approach a random Ghanaian and pretend like he is a long lost friend that I haven’t seen in a long time and when he extends his hand for a handshake start azontoing
  • invite my taxi driver or trotro mate to my beer
  • smear chocolate on my hands and then run down the street trying to high five everyone with my left hand
  • wear two different shoes out and and about and try to convince people who tell me otherwise that they match
  • take a poop in public
  • go to a chop bar restaurant with out a shirt on
  • attempt to carry a bible on my head
  • wave down taxis just so they stop and then cross the street
  • buy sugar cane sticks and then fight in public and pretend they are light-sabers
  • pay a hawker to let me hawk her items for the day
  • buy 24 bags of plantain chips from a window in a trotro and then try to sell them to the other passengers inside
  • pretend to be blind and then start azontoing with my cane
  • blog about inappropriate topics knowing even my Grandma will read it


Jeremy “The One Who Goes To Africa” Kwabena Ginsburg

oh! ah! um.hmm, eiii! GHANA!

So I promised myself I’d do at least one blog post under the influence…so here it goes!

okay sorry I had to delete the rest cause it didn’t make much sense and most of it would be to hard to understand because I was trying to type in Pidgin and Twi.

Instead, here are some situations that have happened in the past week, day, month, or year, in……… Ghana:

So, I’m in the middle of writing my final exam, which is 3 HOURs long. I stop to take a break, stretch my eyes and look around the room. I look outside the opened door and notice two security guards wacking a mango tree with a large bamboo stick with their backs turned towards the security check point. mmmmmmmm Ghana!

As I was walking, I passed by a man waering a T shirt that read “I am nothing with out God”. He noticed me as I was reading his shirt and then he waved to me, smiled, and said “hello!”. hiiiiiii…. Ghana!

I’m in line at the store to buy a pastry and the cashier says, “please, give me two cedis”. There are like 3 people in front of me but she demands me to give her two cedis before it is even my turn to buy my food. I give her the two cedis so she can make change for the person in line before me. Then, when I get up, I buy my 50 pesua (cent) donut and ask for my change of 1.50. “I’m coming”, she says. But, she just goes on with her business and rings up the next patron in line. I ask again, “sista? mepaakyew mame (please give me) one five”. She gave me 50 pesuas and again she repeated herself, “I’m coming”. 5 minutes later she is still “coming”, so I decide to grab two bottles of water for the 1 cedi credit that I was owed. la la la la la la la…. Ghana!

The power was out and I was so hot that I couldn’t sleep (even though I was naked). I was sweating so bad. Itching nonstop. Reverting back to my first few nights sleeping in Ghana, I go to the bathroom to bath and cool off so I can fall asleep. Then, I get to the bathroom, undress myself, and notice that there’s no running water! Gotta go fetch some water from a bucket and take a bucket bath :-) Grrrrrrreat eiiiii Ghana!

The next morning, I get up to go defecate (it’s an efficient alarm clock) and I get to the bathroom with soap and toilet paper (always have to come prepared). After I finish my business I notice that the water is not running and the toilet won’t flush. eeeeeeeeeeeeeew  #ghana

I’m driving in a taxi and we come to a 4 way traffic light but the lights are off because the power is out. Instead there are 6-8 men with tree branches that have leaves on the end directing traffic and pointing at cars where to go. No whistles, no lights, no bright orange shirts. no problem! ooooo Ghana!

So I was buying fruit at the local market walking distance from my dorm. There are a few kids that work there that don’t go to school. I don’t want to go into detail about child labor in Africa, but…. yada yada yada……everytime I buy fruit from this little girl named Rita, I always remind her that she promised me she would go to school next year (she’s 11 I think). Rita is one of the most popular vendors at the night market, and she always yells for me and tells me to come talk to her and then buy her fruit. 99% I do just that. So, I was on a quest to buy some fresh fruit for under a dollar and I noticed there were more kids there than usual. I started to get angry that there were so many children there working when they should be in school!

So, I start some small talk in Twi with one of the other little girls. I ask how she’s doing, where’s shes from, how old she is, etc. Then, I ask her if she goes to school, and she says yes. Then, I try to formulate a  sentence in Twi to say, but you are here working, why aren’t you in school?! We go back and fourth with out understanding what the other is trying to say for a minute or so (this happens frequently), and then I finally switch to English. I barked in a serious tone, “why aren’t you in school! you should go to school!” she replied quietly, “because today is Saturday!” hahahahaha…..DOPE! Ghana…





less than two weeks left in Ghana. It’s ghana be sad leaving….

Don’t worry folks. I’ll stir up some material to blog about before I go!


Jeremy Kwabena

Hey all,

Not too much to report from this end of the Atlantic. Been studying hard for finals. Or, at least trying to. One of my professors advised us on the last day of class of how to prepare for the final exam, “Read everything we have covered in class, and beyond!”

I met up with some of my Ghanaian friends for a group discussion for my History of Ghana class and it was a great experience. On top of learning a lot (they did grow up here), the side conversations were intriguing as well. At one point, we spent at least 20 minutes as a guy debated with three girls whether or not it was reasonable to spend a lot of money on a wedding when the family doesn’t have much money to spend and could be allocating their finances on more important things. 20 minutes of yelling and screaming!

One of the girls brought out food during the discussion, and invited all 7 of us, one by one, to her dinner. “Jeremy, you are invited. Fred, you are invited. Portia, you are invited.” I’m definitely going to miss being invited to everyone’s meals!

When the study group concluded, I was asked to lead the concluding prayer. That was the second time that’s happened to me. The first time I was in a room of about 25 people and I just put my head down and laughed for about 5 minutes straight until they realized I wasn’t going to lead the prayer, and someone else took over. This time, I thought I’d give it a try. I was careful not to say Jesus, Satan, Obama, or any Hebrew phrases, and I kept it short and sweet. Next time I’m just going to rant about anything and everything that comes to mind and start giving thanks to my favorite Ghanaian dishes, random celebrities, and super heroes.

The other day, my friend was walking down the street, and a coconut vendor asked him if he could ‘snap’ a picture of him so he could put his face on a sign in order to increase his sales. Quite a complement!

The other night my friend and I decided to role-play with taxi drivers as we bargained. We pretended to be French soldiers from WWII and told the taxi we were going to Germany to look for Nazis. The driver definitely believed us that we had been recently been shot. I’m not sure if he understood anything that was going on, but he ended up giving us a good rate.

I went out last week and got hit on by a bunch of Gaynaians. That was a first. They all tried to dance with me. I did not want to dance with them, though I did notice that they were spectacular dancers.

I’m now capable of opening bottles with my teeth! I don’t think that’s a good thing, though. But it feels badass. My dentist hasn’t been reading my blog, has she?

My roommate woke me up this morning (well before 7) to the tune of Souja Boi “Crank That”, except the lyrics were, “oooooh crank that holy ghost! Crank that Holy Ghost!” Then, later on he was playing a version of a lion king song. Interesting. I will admit, I’m going to miss hearing Jesus music everyday.

I’m starting to get a little sad about going home. I don’t really want to go back. I don’t want to leave Ghana. I love it here. I had a dream I was back home and I was thinking, “Wow! There are Obrunis EVERYWHERE!”  I don’t want to take my finals either, though….Oh Dear. Supposedly I can’t fail because that would mean I would have to retake the class and since I won’t be here anymore I can’t retake the classes. But, what if I want to retake the classes and remain here? :-)


I’m working on recording a song that I performed for the CIEE farewell dinner. Stay tuned! Study first. Blog second. Azonto third.





Jeremy Ginsburg the first.

So, I’ve been in Ghana for over 3 months, and I’ve done my best to adapt to Ghanaian culture. I have made many Ghanaian friends. I can hold conversations in West African Pidgin and Twi. I know and have tried most of the foods. I’m constantly late for everything (I run on Ghana-Maybe-Time). I know how to do some Azonto moves (though I’m not good at them). I even enjoy the Malta drink that I thought was gross when I tried it. Recently, a Ghanaian girl EVEN called me an “inverse-oreo”; Black/Ghanaian on the inside, and White/Obruni on the outside (she did NOT use it as a compliment…haha). However, as much as I try to be Ghanaian or like acting Ghanaian, I can’t change the fact that I am not. (Or can I….?!)

Here are some constant reminders that I am not Ghanaian, or an Obibani.

1)   I Wear Shorts: The only time I’ve seen multiple Ghanaian guys wearing shorts outside of their bedrooms is when they are exercising. Even in hot and humid weather, almost everyone wears pants.

2)   I Wear Hats (baseball caps)

3)   My watch works and is accurate: I’ve had a few instances where Ghanaians admitted that their watch was broken. Most taxis have incorrect clocks. My favorite was when the time was 6:83, and then twenty minutes later it read: 6:1J. Most classrooms on campus don’t have clocks in them either. Which sucks cause then I actually have to watch the professor and pay attention.

4)   I Walk Fast: If I’m in a rush, I speed walk. Deal with it. I’m late anyways.

5)   I Eat While I Walk: I think it’s considered rude to do so here. I find that if I eat while I walk, I forget about how much I’m sweating.

6)   I wear sunglasses: Yes, they look cool and are a fashion statement. But, it also blocks the sun and helps me see. And, they look cool.

7)   I listen to my own music while I work out: I’m usually the only white one in the weight room anyways, and I’m most likely the only one with headphones. It’s my short break from the same 10 songs you hear EVERYWHERE.

8)   I drink water during my meal: In the words of my friend, “Why would I want to get full from WATA when I am eating HUNGRY FOR FOOD!?!?!?

9)   I wear a seatbelt: At least I try to. Some taxis don’t even have them, but the way they drive here, seatbelts should be common sense. Last week a taxi drivers put on his seatbelt as he approached a security check point. Then, after he passed through, he took his seatbelt off.

10)          I think I have the right away when I walk: I’ve come to learn that pedestrians essentially never have the right of way. It can be a four-way intersection/roundabout (where stop signs should/could be) where each car has a speed bump and I have to be extra careful but any car will turn as soon as they get the chance. Even if there are other vehicles or people in the way.

11)         I wipe my sweat with my T-shirt: I stopped doing so because it makes your T-shirt get filthy with dust and dirt…and remember who is hand washing that same T-shirt? From what I’ve observed, Ghanaians use handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat. And blow their nose…

12)         I use a handkerchief to wipe my sweat: Then I look around and realize that I’m the only one in the room sweating, a constant reminder that I didn’t grow up here.

13)         I drink coffee/tea: You don’t find a lot of coffee shops….or any really. “Café” usually means it is an Internet café, without caffeine and pastries. It’s so hot I have a hard time drinking hot beverages, and the caffeine isn’t a good addition to the heat and dehydration. Makes sense.

14)          I wipe with my right hand: I just grew up that way. I tried to use my left as Ghanaians do but I figured no one would know the difference. Unless, I used my left and never completed the job. Here, people get shocked/offended if you use your left hand because it’s “the hand that you wipe with”. Little do they know, I actually use my right hand to wipe! It’s harder for guys, here (girls don’t poop, so they don’t have that problem!)!

15)         I text: Ghanaians don’t text as much as Americans. I find it’s hard to text some of my Ghanaian friends because they text in Pidgin and use completely different spellings. “I kant kam. hav a gud nyte” = I can’t come. Have a good night.

A lot of times my friends tell me they never got my text… the messages sometimes don’t go through. Or, they secretly hate me. I’m starting to take this one back, though…..I’ve gotten some good texts from Ghanaians lately. Like a pidgin text from a close friend of mine, “Shotta how far? Where you dey? What be the action for tonight?”

Or, a text from a girl I’ve NEVER MET before (my friend gave me her number and said she wanted to meet me), “Oh God can someone please help me. hmm am looking fr my man he is cald jeremy i cant find him thinking of him is killing me. pls if anyone finds him plz tel him how much am dieing to see him and have miss his voice so much and i cant wait to see him”. If you think of an appropriate response to that please let me know. I’m still thinking of a good one.

16)         I talk while eating: I read that it’s custom just to consume your food and focus solely on your food while you eat. Meals aren’t considered to be communal (even though everything else seems to be). I’ve noticed most people eat fast, drink something, and then that’s that. I feel like if Americans did that, we’d never stop eating. I like to talk ABOUT what I’m eating. It makes it more enjoyable if you talk about how delicious it is. I also talk TO my food. Ghanaians don’t.

17)         I wash both hands before I eat: At least I did before I came here! From what I’ve observed, Ghanaians only was their right hand before and after they eat a meal with their hands. They simply hold the water with their left hand and pour it onto the right, rubbing soap from your right thumb across your palm and fingers. Depending on the bathroom, they might not wash after they go wee wee either. There aren’t many sinks at outdoor public urinals (anywhere outside). For me, it’s a clean hand day if I wash my hands three times, not including my shower. (EEEEEEEEEEEW JEREMY GROOOOOOOOOSSS!)


18)          I smell my food: It’s rude to smell your food here…EVER. If you are offered something, don’t try to smell it before you eat it/drink it. It’s not as fun that way either! Don’t smell anyone’s hands either. Or kiss them! ( see #17)

19)         I expect good service at restaurants: Costumer service norms here are quite different. If you order something and you receive it and notice that it isn’t exactly what you ordered….you’re not exactly entitled to a brand new dish. I’m still interrogating this, as there’ve been times when I’ve been extremely persistent and then they finally gave in and got me what I wanted. But it’s definitely much different than what I am use to. Most times I feel like a snob demanding my money back, so I’ve learned to deal with it. I like not tipping, though. I might bring that back to the US!

20)         I wake up between 8 and 9 and still consider it early: The only people I know that consistently wake up before 5 am do so  because: they have sleeping problems and wish they could sleep later, they feed their goats before the sun rises (Shout out to Uncle Mike!), they do so for work purposes (sorry bout that), or they’re…..Ghanaian and just wake up super early! I’ve woken up to phone calls from friends before 7am multiple times. They weren’t even calling about anything urgent!

21)         I understand what the printing on all my clothes means and represents: I’ve realized where ever Ghanaians get their clothes, they sometimes have no idea what their shirt means. I’ve gotten super excited when I’ve seen Minnesota sports teams, or even a BIG TEN shirt, but I’ve realized that, from my experiences, most people don’t know anything about the university or sports team that is on their shirt. My friend was wearing a Baltimore Ravens shirt that was written in Hebrew and had no idea what the Hebrew meant or was. I feel like it’s much better like that. No one’s out there to judge you on your university or brand name or musical artist you are supporting. They just wear what they think looks nice.

22)         I pronounce my R’s: Closer=Close-ah, after=aft-ah. They do pronounce their ‘T’s, something my American accent lacks (water is typically pronounce wa-der). The ‘A’ is pronounced differently too. Once, I asked a security guard where the bank was. He looked at me, puzzled. I changed my accent, “ the bonk?”. “Oooooh! The bonk. Yes! right this way”.

23)         If I call a friend and they don’t answer the first two times, I stop calling. Just the other day, I woke up with 14 missed calls from a friend from the night before. I called back in the morning and she said, “Where were you last night? I called and called and called and called and called and called…” Some of my female friends have been called over 20 times in a day! CRAZY.

24)         I’m hairy. Many Ghanaians have told me that they were sad to see I have shaved off my beard. Then, I explain to them that, luckily, my beard will grow back soon. Probably a matter of just a few days. I once got a call from a friend who said, “Hi, I just called to say I saw you and I’m glad your beard is back. You look much better.”

25)         People notice (and yell at me) if I liter or urinate in public. A common response: “Would you do that in your country!? If you got caught doing that in your country they would kick you out and send you back to Ghana. They would throw you in jail!” Another reason not to liter.

26)         Washing my clothes takes 3-4 hours and makes me crave an ice-cold beer.

27)         I stress being on time. (see #3 and #4) 

28)         The smell of “fresh“ fish at a market grosses me out. (see #18)

29)         I will gain weight if I don’t watch what I eat. Weight gained. But, in the words of my Ghanaian friend, “You! You will eat fufu! I will make you fat! I like you fat!”

30)          I get budged in line and everyone stands around like nothing happened. 

31)          I wear bugs spray and Sun block: at least I did when I got here…

32)         I get excited when I see monkeys  

33)         I’m surprised when I see live giant snails for sale at the market- yet to try snail yet…but I will soon! 

34)         I like to look at items that I’m most likely not planning on buying. (see # 33) here..all you need is eye contact and they’re heckling you to buy something

35)         I don’ like a ton of mayonnaise or shito or sauce on all of my dishes (see #29) 

36)         I’m easily recognizable after the sun goes down…by mosquitoes too! (See #31)

37)         People pet my arms and say they love my arm hair (see #24) 

38)         When I make eye contact with a man and he’ll say, “White man! Hello!” 

39)         People refer to me as “Obama’s people” and ask me how Obama is doing “He’s very stressed at the moment” is a common response. 

40)         Taxis and sellers compete for my business 

41)         I have soft hands…? (At least that’s what most Ghanaians have told me) 

42)  I blog about my life here….and people find it interesting/different!

One Love!

Jeremy ‘”Kwabena (inside out Oreo)” Ginsburg

If it’s hot an humid but people still wear pants

And everyone and their grandmother knows the Azonto dance

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you hear people speaking in Ga, Ewe, and Twi

And you bargain for the fare when you take a taxi

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you get in a taxi and tell him where to go

And he nods in agreement, though your destination he doesn’t know

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you take a jam packed tro-tro with over 20 seats

And on the way you pass dozens of vendors in the middle of the street

Then you know you are in Ghana

If the local people are all sipping a malt drink

And you’re not always guaranteed water will come out of the sink

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you buy fruit on the street, delicious, fresh, and sweet

And you’re only permitted to use your right hand when you eat

Then you know you are in Ghana

If the electricity goes out but it’s no problem, life goes on

And everywhere you go you hear the same seven songs

Then you know you are in Ghana

If it’s rare to see a brand new TV

And you can enjoy a full meal for a few cedi

Then you know you are in Ghana

If it’s ordinary to go to church every Sunday

And everyone watches when the Black Stars play

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you drink fresh water out of plastic sachet bags

And everywhere you look there are cell phone ads

Then you know you are in Ghana

If a seller tells you that what you want to buy is finished

And“I’m on my way” really means, “I’m leaving in 20 minutes”

Then you know you are in Ghana

If the local languages are spoken in tones

And someone asks you to flash them, they mean with your phone

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you see men in public taking a pee

And your Internet connection is never a guarantee

Then you know you are in Ghana

If traffic lights go out, and it’s no big deal

And strangers invite you to join them in their meal

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you’re paying for something, and you need exact change

And people are called by their Twi Day name

Then you know you are in Ghana

If you can’t drink tap water because it’s not clean

And when people hiss at you, they’re not being mean

Then you know you are in Ghana



If you go to sleep with a mosquito net covering your bed

And you buy bananas from women carrying them on her head

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If you’re surprised to see mothers with babies strapped to their back

And you have to be careful not to fall into an Obruni trap

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If you stroll passed people who are walking disturbingly slow

And drivers are crazy, since speed limits seem to be unknown

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If you hate waking up early to hand wash your clothes

And a man/woman you just met is quite quick to propose

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If you sweat throughout the day due to the weather

And crossing the street can be a dangerous endeavor

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If you need to remind yourself to take your malaria medication

And you overhear “Eiiii! Oh Chalé!” in every conversation

Then you know you are in Ghana

And know you are an Obruni

If your rooms disgustingly dusty, and harmattan fills the sky

And taxi’s driving by honk at you hoping you need a ride

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If you pass construction sites that seem to be left incomplete

And you can’t pronounce the food that you’re about to eat

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

If almost everything except food has a negotiable price

And people shout at you, “Obruni!” but are tremendously nice

Then you know you are in Ghana

And you know you are an Obruni

Two weekends ago I went to a show on campus called the “Moonlight Café”. It was a mix of comedy, music performances, and spoken word. It was very entertaining. The performances were great, for the most part, even though there was plenty of “technical difficulties”. Some guy waited around for around 20 minutes waiting for his mic to work. Another artist performed spoken word as part of his campaign election as a way to get votes. It was filmed for TV the next day, yet some of the performers would shout out to their friends in the crowd. When the stand up comedian made jokes making fun of Ghanaians, I was extremely excited by the fact that I understood the jokes. He was hilarious, too. I met the guy who organized the show and he said he would let me perform…but they’re not having another show until next semester…I DON’T WANNA LEAVE!

That Saturday, I was featured in a music video filmed on campus by a up and coming female rapper (NOT common in GH) named E.D.N.A. I’m featured in the opening scene in a casual freestyle with some friends that sets up the beginning of her music video. When I showed up for the set, one of the producers approached me and said my get up was “very Hip-hip”, and that they wanted me to be in more scenes. Why not? I’m hoping it gets edited and completed soon so we can blow it up. I brought a bunch of flat brimmed snapback to the set and ended up sharing them with everyone in the video. One of scenes had three jacked dudes with their shirts off and oil all over their body, and one of them was wearing my Badgers hat during the scene. At the end there was even a with E.D.N.A., we got free food, and everyone just hung out and joked around. It was really cool to be apart of the making of a music video, and Edna is SUPER down to earth.

That night, E.D.N.A. performed on campus. When I went to support her, she said she wanted me to come on stage with her. So…sure why not! I went up wearing a scarf that said Ghana on it, and tried to get the crowd as hyped as possible. It was fun. She said if she blows up she’ll put me on her tracks and let me get up on stage with her. Maybe I’ll get her some gigs in the US!

Last week my friend notified me that I had been nominated for Proactive International Student of the year. I had no idea how long I didn’t know for, but I tried to get as many votes as possible. One of the other candidates was a Nigerian who isn’t here just for the semester, so I thought I didn’t stand a chance. He beat me in votes, but apparently that wasn’t enough….I still won! No one told me that I had been invited to the nomination ceremony, but I ran into some friends Friday night that asked why I wasn’t there. I showed up 2 hours late, but it didn’t seem to matter. I still won! Apparently the judges have 25% of a say, and they liked my picture that I submitted of me pounding . Everyone else’s photos was professional in a suit and tie and what not. haha.

It was Very exciting! I got a little trophy and a banner. And apparently there’s a party next week for all the winners. We’ll see! Thanks to everyone for helping me be qualified. I did some interview for the radio show on campus, gave out my number to a few people, and received some business cards. Not sure what I’ll do with them, though. It really means a lot to know that just as I am taking away so much from this experience, I can leave something behind for those to remember me. Man, I love Ghana! Crazy that I leave in one month. Times going by too fast! I don’t wanna leave (no offense America). I think I have a better chance at becoming famous in GH ;-)

It’s been a crazy few days having my big bro around. I’ve been trying to show how I’ve been living. I know he’s been having a great time so far: eating with his hands, not questioning what he is eating, attempting to Azonto (making progress!), meeting awesome Ghanaians, and seeing cool things.


Also, our room has decent internet, so follow my twitter for more updates on what we’re doing! @Jeremyginsburg

One Love! Stay classy my kings and queens.

Jeremy Kwabs