Can you say Red, Yellow, and Green?

Ok, Ghana's 50th was probably the most exciting thing that has happened in this city so far. I mean, if the president of the World Bank, Wolf-slaya-o-witz himself, felt the need to show up on stage with Ghana's hiplife artist Rocky Dawuni for the occasion, then you know Accra is where it's at! Yes, the Wolf-slaya was getting down with some afro-funk on the most crowded beach in Accra. How screwed up is it that I could just walk right through security to the VIP section of the concert and enter a luxury resort hotel to use their bathroom, just because of my appearance or the colour of my skin? Yay, 50 years of independence.

Oh yeah, one of my Beninese co-workers has "Remember Jesus loves you more than anyone. Stay blessed in His abundant grace . . ." as his Skype slogan. AND the other day a car full of Elders and Sisters of the Mennonite crew pulled up to a restaurant in Accra as though they just left Ohio that morning. I'm slightly overwhelmed by religion these days.

These two kids and their dad saw us on the beach dressed like total lunatics in Ghana 50th gear. The dad was pretty impressed and asked if his kids could pose in a photo with us. I think we showed more patriotic spirit than 73% of Ghanaian that day. The fabric of our home-make skirts and shirts have a special Ghana 50th print. I mean, come on, how could you beat the umbrella hats? Somehow the last entry showed up on facebook with incessant shrieking. I have no idea how to fix it.