The project I was working on at the time was trying to see how people who lived neither in the heart of the city, nor in the true countryside, but in the fast expanding twilight zone in between, w…
Source: Oware – Kumasi and its culture
The stay in the BC would often be less than twenty minutes, but it was enough. I would be happy coming down the stairs of the office, passing by the entrance to the BC library below and back to t…
Source: Oware – a transect of Kumasi
I talk often at the number of chance occurrences that have happened during my time abroad; one day you are contemplating passing another weekend with a good book or more work, when someone turns u…
Source: Oware – an oasis of Britain
Ada and Kwaru were sometimes pests, sometimes amusing. We would sit and chat. Every morning, the routine was the same, I would rise and shower, and come into the kitchen area to make a cup of co…
Source: Oware – a tapestry of daily life
I watched a few games and then felt confident enough to play against Kojo. I tried to think things through, but was too inexperienced to remember all the catching techniques and lost heavily. I …
Kojo and the guy played a game. It was now pouring down with rain and the seller was not planning to go anywhere until the storm had moved on. They placed four beans in each of the cups and Kojo…
Source: Oware – Learning to play
I thought that would be the last I saw of this guy, but two nights later, I was out on the veranda watching the rain tipple down as usual, and he came out of the gloom into the hut. The guard had…
