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| Accra |
We drank gin and ginger ale when we could afford it, and Club beer when our money
was short. We did not discuss the open gutters along the streets of Accra, the
shacks of corrugated iron in certain neighborhoods, dirty beaches and voracious
mosquitoes. And under no circumstances did we mention our disillusionment at being
overlooked by the Ghanaians.
All God's Children Need Traveling Shoes by Maya Angelou
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| Cape Coast |
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