Sharyn We arrived back at the compound, somewhat jostled, somewhat dispirited, but nevertheless, we had a wonderful weekend. The house was well taken care of by the amazing, young, vibrant and overly polite houseboy, Ade. I didn’t care for the way he addressed each of us, as though we were royalty. He even bowed as he … Read more
Fred had to restrain me from leaping out of the car to come to her rescue. He explained the severe restrictions they had for bringing anything into the country. It was beyond my comprehension, but I had to work very hard to try and understand the situation.
Since they weren’t expecting guests for lunch, the house boy went out and came back first with a quart bottle of beer and of course, no glass. I had to pick up the bottle with both hands. A few minutes later I was presented with some form of meat on wooden skewers. I gingerly took … Read more
Inside the Hotel Sarakawa there several night clubs offering a jazz club, reggae, rock and roll and even a string quartet. There were at least four restaurants and several dress and souvenir shops. I had never seen such a large property. The first night we went to Hotel Du 2 Fevrier for dinner. The hotel … Read more
The house was about 20 years old and was about 2,500 square feet. It was immaculately clean and even though it was very plain, painted in beige colors and all adobe, it was very well kept. Once inside, Fred introduced me to the houseboy and the cook. He certainly had a great deal of help … Read more
He gently pushed me towards the booth! I had never been through a strip search and believe me, they didn’t miss a single possibility when it came to searching. If looks could have killed, Fred would have been toast on the spot! I could eat on the flight, I couldn’t even talk to him until … Read more
We went to the airport to try and catch the flight out to get Fred back to Ghana and every day for three days we went back to the pension and took the few hours of daylight to play the tourist. I was in awe of the architecture and sore I could hear the roar … Read more
“Fred!” I squeaked, moving toward him. A very large black man on Fred’s right held up his right had just like a traffic cop. He pointed to my seat. I sat down, thinking, “What could be going on? Why would someone want to keep me from my husband?” It was the longest flight I had … Read more
I called the US Embassy, the State Department, the Ghanaian Embassy and anyone else I could think of, but no one would respond. I’m sure they though I was just a hysterical female. I flew back to San Francisco devastated. On July 25th I got the third call from the man with the accent. I asked, … Read more
I waited the entire weekend, Friday, Saturday and Sunday! But the phone call didn’t happen. On Sunday evening after six, Fred’s mother called and asked me to go to Lafayette, call her with a pay phone number and to wait for Fred to call me there. After I called her, I waited for slightly more … Read more