Kanika.Ess

Ghana, I Love You: Kontomire Stew

Since coming to Ghana, my absolute favorite food to make (and well, eat) has been kontomire stew. Kontomire leaves are found on a cocoayam plant, one of Ghana’s many food staples (along with cassava, yam, plantain, etc).

Luckily, the cocoa yam I’ve planted in my garden…

"We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit."

� Audre Lorde (via womenorgnow)

(via daniellemertina)

This weekend was mission accomplished.

blackmanplusknowledge:

Walked out feeling like:

Same.

Let me try this.

To those following me: HIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!

Kai, people don’t know how to say wagwan these days. I don’t even know most of you guys?!? Staying silent and all. Sigh. :( Again, if you have twitter, let me know. Ask, add and I’ll add you back. Looking to acquaint myself with some new folk. My tumblr has obviously given you an insight into who I am, so I’d like to know you. *shrugs* smh.

Love always. x

Random ruminations #8

1.Oh my goodness. How LONG has it been. Seriously. I’m thinking one of these days I’ll just delete myself of facebook for real - it makes me sick. It tries anything and every kind of thing to clutch to its ever-slippery power seat. Something like the western ‘empire’ in the face of emerging China.
*shrugs* It could never compare to tumblr and to be honest, I’ve neglected this gem for far too long.

2. Jumped onto the twitter bandwagon after some eons. Its okay today then shitty tomorrow, still trying to grasp what all the wahala is about - it often slips through my fingers. Increasingly becoming more introverted I think - too many loud and empty barrels in the world - not really looking to join that crew.

Still, add me maybe? (hate saying follow). Or send me your twitter. Need me some of the realest folk to keep sane.

3. In a wonderful place where I am loving everyone around me: all races and faiths. Feels brilliant. New people galore. The world is such a massive place - we often get caught up in our pathetically small worlds and ignore the beauty that is the random guy that picked up his fallen newspaper, bumping into you by accident. Point? I want to know new people, Iamknowing new people - its refreshing, powerful and necessary.

4. My father and I aren’t talking. That’s new.

5. My mother and Iaretalking. Even newer.

6. Yeah, so, I love the boy.

7. Still trying to make sense of this thing called life…