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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana Day 11

On the last day in Ghana, we packed up and checked out of the Airbnb. Because our flight wasn't until almost midnight we headed to Justin's parents house to unload our things and handle the last minute business of preparing to ship thousands…
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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana Day 10

On the 10th day in Ghana, we returned to Mokola Market for Justin to try on the suits he was having custom made. Justin, who is half Ghanaian, has done a beautiful job of incorporating his culture into his speaking business. When he does corporate…
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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana Day 9

The 9th day in Ghana was a super chill day. Our awesome driver, Bizmark, met us at the Airbnb to pick us up. This time he had a guest. He explained that his family was gone to church (it was Sunday), and he had his son, Kobe, with him. Because…
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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana Day 8

Justin, who is half Ghanaian, has done a beautiful job of incorporating his culture into his speaking business. On the 8th day in Ghana, he worked with a local film crew to record footage for a documentary he is creating about the making of…
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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana Day 7

After traveling to Kumasi and Cape Coast the the previous days, we spent Day 7 a little more relaxed. We went to the Accra Mall which was extremely modern. One thing that fascinated me was the store/brand Woodin because in addition to clothes,…
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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana-Day 6

 After a fun night in Kumasi and a good night's rest at the Golden Bean Hotel, we woke up early to travel less than an hour to Beniase, the village where Justin's father grew up and near the school we would be visiting.  Our driver Leo and…
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My Journey to the Motherland- Accra, Ghana Day 2

After 24 hours of traveling to get to Accra, I thought I would be exhausted. My excitement must have overridden the tiredness, jetlag, and time difference. The night before when we arrived at the Airbnb space we rented in The Gallery, we…
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My Journey to the Motherland

Never in my 40 years of living have I been so excited about Black History Month. That's African-American history. That's the history of African descendants who live (or have lived) in America. My first trip to the continent of Africa opened…