Wandering Adiebeba neighborhood on a Sunday morning, Sand Piles of Kumasi, and a walk to market.
OUR HOUSE AND LANE
111 Dr. J.G. Wood Lane with the sun rising over it. Early Sunday morning brush and plastic burning in front of Dr. Wood’s house.
SHORTCUTS
The shortcut between Dr. J.G. Wood and Robteng and from Robteng to Adom (Grace) Drive.
ADOM
Adom Drive with the apartments our friend Chrissie lives in and further down the road into National Geographic-land.
ADIEBEBA CHIEF’s PALACE
The first time we saw this place, between Robteng and Melcom Rd. we realized that Kumasi is a city that has spread over many little villages.
SIGNS OF CONVENIENCE
These two signs, one for instant fufu mix, the other for plumbing at the Green Leaf Hotel indicate that progress is spreading to the region.
KUMASI FOREST RESERVE
We live in an area that was once the Kumasi Forest Reserve but has now been turned mostly into residences. Nevertheless, a couple of signs remain to mark the area.
SAND PILES OF KUMASI
We thought photos of the ubiquitous sand piles would make an interesting coffee table book but this is as far as we got. Some of them are obviously quite old with weeds growing out of them and little caves which dogs like to sleep in. They are used in construction to make sand bricks and mortar. You can see our house in the last picture.
URBAN TREES
We are always impressed to see big trees which survive the stress of city living. The tree on the left is just a few doors north of Dimple’s store on Robteng and the one on the right is a baobab on the way to Atinga.
TO NADVILLE AND BACK
We always enjoy our little trips to Nadville where the clerks are friendly and they don’t hold our backpack hostage at the door. On the way home we walk through a little village which transports us to a simpler way of life.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
We were surprised to see a small group of turkeys (krokrokoko in twi) on our way home from Nadville. The males have a serious mass of wattle on their face!
BACK TO OUR STREET
With its tripod taxi and oil palm harvesting neighbor Jean.
KITCHEN VIEW
We find the view of our neighbor’s compound fascinating and while we often feel like voyeurs, we can’t help but look. Theirs is an entirely different way of life. They cook on the ground, haul water on their heads, bathe behind a sand brick wall. We estimate there are about 15 people and 30 chickens sharing a maize of small one story tin roof rooms next door.