Lots of bicycles and lots of donkeys

We started the day to discuss the Best Practice Exchanges within the different unions. Confederation Syndicale Burkinabe (CSB) - mentioned that  they have worked on capital building, meaning they have developed many booklets and leaflets on labour rights to be distributed.

Senegal shared good practices about youth work and gender.
South Africa shared their input of the COSATU International School; they created a leadership conference and invited union representation of people from all over Africa. The conference focused on the SDG; the role of the African Trade Union and unity of Africa; solidarity with the crisis in South America. They are working for the greater good of the working class! Not only for South Africa!
On top of that, COSATU is in a trilateral agreement with Nigeria and Ghana. They also want a French partner but many countries are not able to transport themselves to their conference. Invited unions have to come at their own expense to the meetings. However, minutes of meetings were shared on their website for all attendees and non attendees to read. Out of curiosity, I went to check the online presence of COSATU and they have a ridiculously large Twitter outreach – GO FOLLOW & we can definitely learn from them too!

In the afternoon we left Ouagadougou for Pô. We had ordered a bus for 30 people and as luck would have it, it’s a good thing we were only 15 as we were already jam packed. However, not as bad as the matutus I suffered in with no AC in East Africa. I thought this was actually luxurious! Hehe

The road to Pô is long, harsh and bumpy, but the road network is rather well developed I must say. Then again I have seen the worst of the worst. What I noticed is that they have a lot of donkeys near the road! That is definitely a new thing for me in Africa. AND bicycles like in East Africa; I haven’t seen bicycles  that much in the West but here it is. Bicycles and Donkeys….

On the way, we have to stop in multiple villages as our Senegalese comrade is not feeling well. I have to get used to the fact that we are in union spirit and call each other comrades. It sounds very communistic in my ear. The heat in the villages is so unbearable; my hair is feeling hot to the point I wrapped it up and put a pen through.

Slowly I am getting nauseous on the ride. After three and half of hours of driving we arrived in Pô. The town is 10 minutes away from Ghana. We visit the women’s division of the CSB. They greeted us with dancing and chanting lovely songs. They grabbed us to dance with them. Sweat was dripping down my face and we had only been there for 2 minutes. We sat at the table and were welcomed by the local coordinator. It was then the turn for our leader and team to introduce ourselves and start with a Q&A session.

Through the Q&A, we find out that these products are made by the female women in the union. Soumbala - a type of herb, karite butter, honey beer, dolo and kora kora. There is a large amount of solidarity within the female grouped union. They created a fund that enables themselves to provide money in tough times. Vera also opened a discussion on child protection. Many of the women take their children to work, which is dangerous as when they make honey beer and karate butter, it involves labour with hot ovens. Therefore it would be interesting from them to arrange a childcare at the syndicate home. This way someone can keep their children during working hours and they can even take care of other children in the area for a fee. This would help the women, the children and make the union financially more viable. This is the same project I introduced at the tea union last year in Rwanda.

Funny how the ideas that I had put in the Rwanda strategic plan of the tea union can now also be applied to the syndicate here in Burkina Faso.

The women said bye to us by chanting and singing again. We left to go and see the mini self made factories that they use to make the beer and butter. (See pictures and videos)

We entered deep into the villages and I notice the harsh harsh conditions and extreme levels of poverty. It takes me back to when I was working in India. This is rock bottom poor. The children in the village look malnourished and sick. The elderly also don’t really look healthy. We are offered fresh honey beer but I have learned my lesson after catching typhoid and gurardia not to touch. Even though I really wanted to taste honey beer. Since I learned the concept of honey beer in Rwanda, I have been wanting to drink it. Luckily, I knew better!

From the make shift honey beer factory we move to the butter factory. The woman is working hard - the physical labour again is really intense. Sweat is running down her back but she continues like a true soldier that she is. Some of the sweat drips into the butter unfortunately. We took pictures of the village and I am grateful for being privileged and not having to live under such extreme conditions. This is literally bible page 1. There is earth, people and a donkey to work with. The only ones I thought were healthy in the village were the pigs and donkeys roaming around.

The heat is unbearable. I have changed seats to get more air and we set back on the long journey for Ougadougou.

What shocked me the most for West Africa is:

1) the bicycles and the fact that even old women bike around on them.
2) the very hard poverty.
3) the fact that you have to pay toll on a road that isn’t a highway and is the only road available!

Ohhh noo, I wake up and our bus has broken down. I begin to panic but then I hear the engine running again! Oufff…. I just want my bed right now and the day isn’t long finished yet. There is a Mercedes Party at the hotel and we still need to have dinner.

#burkinafaso #microfinance #financialinclusion #aclvb #gcslb #tradeunion #cosatu #ougadougou #southafrica #endpoverty #sdg #labourrights #francinecarron #microfinancemasala

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Our work - our program

Recently, I have been rather tired to write on the blog. It’s only a two hour difference but I can feel it. Extensive flying this year is catching up with me.

On Monday evening we had our Welcome dinner with our Union partners from Burundi (FNTT-SI), the delegation of Burkina Faso (CSB) and Senegal (CNTS). Our national secretary of the CGSLB/ACLVB - Belgian Liberal Trade Union joined us on this trip. It is a very important conference as we are renewing our partnership agreements lasting till 2021, and at the same time closing the program that lasted up until 2016. After a lovely dinner, (I ordered my favorite African beef brochette with spicy peppers) and crawled to bed; ready for the  real work.

Tuesday morning we meet our South African partners as they weren’t present at the welcome dinner. They were beyond tired from a long travel with multiple stops from Johannesburg to Ouagadougou. Many times, it is easier to travel within Africa by flying to Brussels and then taking an SN Brussels flight back to Africa. It is ridiculous but connecting flights within the continent aren’t easy.

Olivier Valentin (National Secretary of ACLVB/CGSLB & President of MSI) and Vera Dos Santos - Department Head welcomed everyone to the conference. We are delighted to receive the Development Cooperation Delegate of the Belgian Embassy (Mrs. Meersman). She pointed out that it was very important for her to be at our conference as it is has been ten years since the development cooperation returned to Burkina Faso (BTC). Mrs Meersman was happy to see that the conference consisted of mostly women as gender is important on the Belgian Development Cooperation agenda.

My colleague Maresa Le Roux, (originally from South Africa) and already more than ten years on the program, explained the changes in the new development program by the Belgian Minister of Development Aid. Furthermore, Vera continued to give feedback by external auditors HIVA attached to the University of Leuven of the results of the last program. The entire day covered new program versus old program and results. Next steps were to discuss what can be changed to improve the conditions of the informal laborers.

Maybe in order to understand, I have to go some background of what we actually do. MSI/BIS, an independent non profit making organization within the structure of the Belgian Liberal Trade Union, has been given the tasks and funds of the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs & Development aid to improve the capacity of the unions, enhance dialogue and support, coach, guide and educate the workers of the informal economy. On top of that, we aim to
enhance South – South Cooperation on the recommendation 204 of the International Labour Union (ILO) on transforming the informal economy to the formal economy. Our partners were given some time to come up with new thoughts on the recommendations of the external consultants.

Recommendation 1 : capacity building meets to be more fit  for purpose meaning that not enough attention is paid to the process of the existing organisations and the 5C needs to be used better.

Recommendation 2 : structure the informal economy better.

Recommendation 3 : Better follow up if activities need to be done and TUDEP model needs to be used better.

Recommendation 4 : Sustainaibility; most of our partner unions aren’t financially sustainable yet so a strategy needs to be developed in order to make these unions more sustainable.

We close our meeting at 5 pm and have two hours to relax to close the evening with an amusing dinner in the hotel.



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Flying over Timbuktu... The superheroes of Ouagadougou

On the plane I was looking to see how far we still had to go. I turn on the screen and look at the map to see Timbuktu. I thought to myself, funny! I never thought I would ever get so closed to Timbuktu in my life. When people used to ask me - Where are you going ? And I didn’t feel like answering - I’d say Timbuktu.

On the flight map I notice the Tombs of Askia. These tombs are actually located in Gao, Mali and believed to be the burial place of Askia Mohammad I, one of the Songhai Empire’s most prolific emperors. It was built at the end of the fifteenth century and is designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Then I saw the pin point of the Ancient Ksour of Ouadane; this was founded in the 11th and 12th centuries to serve the caravans crossing the Sahara. They illustrate a traditional way of life centred on the nomadic culture of the people of the western Sahara. These are all places on my bucket list and I must go visit them.

Burkina Faso was actually never on my list of places to go till this summer when I was on the flight from Brussels to Accra reading in the ‘inspired’ magazine of Brussels Airlines. There was a big article on Burkina Faso and it’s many mini- islands. I had taken pictures and said I need to go there one day. In the magazine I saw the photo series of Alexandre Eudier. He shot a series of photographs in Burkina Faso while using local traditional crafts to reinterpret pop culture. Alexandre, the artist wanted to merge African clichés with familiar symbols of consumerism and new technologies, thereby creating situations that question the images we see in the media. (See photos below.) It is very lovely.

I am pleasantly surprised with the food on the plane. I forgot the tell the office that I have a special meal request of Jain food. Not because of religious preference but due to the fact that I find plane food horrendous. At least Jain food is flavorful with its blend of spices. This way at least I don’t get nauseous on the plane. However,  as I forgot the specialized meal; I was given a plane ole chicken rice dish. To my great surprise; the chicken & rice were spicy and had side dish of okra flavored to the African palette. Tops for SN Brussels this time around ! Hopefully it’s like that now on all Africa flights. I am totally missing the point here talking about the plane food and god knows what.

I want to talk about the mission and why we are going there but I guess I leave it for a next blog moment.

BIEN ARRIVE à Ouagadougou she says! Its 38 degrees outside and no air. Welcome mama Africa!

More on the mission later…

From Singapore to Burkina Faso 4 the Belgian Liberal Trade Union

I have done quite some fun events but now less play again and more work.  After making an analysis of the Ghanian microfinance market I realise that there is still a lot of work that needs to be done and at the same time there are a lot of new opportunities. 

After a short break in Singapore having an incredible amount of fun (see pictures) I found myself back in Belgium to further my business and spend time with my son. At the same time another opportunity arose to become Project Manager for the Belgian Liberal Trade Union helping to  build, expand, coach unions with a focus on informal workers in Congo, Senegal, Burkina Faso and Burundi. It is funny how life goes; everything happens for a reason.

Exactly a year ago in Rwanda I was helping the Union Théicole de la Crète Congo Nil for Exchangevzw and Benevolab. While I was there, I was thinking union matters aren’t my expertise but I am going to make the best of it. I was searching for a division of a Belgian Union that supported unions in Africa but even through google I didn’t find it. The same when I was googling microfinance agencies in Belgium 5 years ago I couldn’t even find the name of microStart till I started working there 3 years ago. Now that I have passed the exams, etc at the Belgian Liberal Trade Union abbreviated ACLVB/GSCLB Department for International & European Affairs =Movement for International Solidarity supported by the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Commerce & Development Aid  I continue the mission I left of a year ago in Rwanda. (I am actually in a better position to further guide them in their union matters today.) 

My main focus is gender and environment while supporting these unions and my microfinance consultancy will remain open. I am making an attempt now to shifting the business into online consultancy for financial inclusion. For more information visit www.francinecarron.com and for more information about Movement International Solidarity of the Belgian Liberal Trade Union. Visit http://www.aclvb.be/nl/homepage-bis 

My first mission in this function is going for a union partner reunion to Burkina Faso ! 

Next week I will be blogging for Ouagadougou ! (I can barely pronounce it.)

Francine 

With love from Singapore 

Kakum National Park Canopy bridge & Crocodiles.

Searching for other fun things to do in Ghana, I decided to go to Kakum National Park. I was told that there is a canopy walk that we can cross. After my experience in Rwanda attempting to cross the highest canopy in the world; I was courageous enough to be able to cross this one and this time around I have someone who watches my back all the time. No reason to fear! I thought….

After a long drive we arrive in Kakum National Park. It was nothing like the rainforest in East Africa but good enough to turn this into another fantastic experience. Upon entrance of the rainforest, we visit the museum and learn of Mount Afadjato. Mount Afadja is the highest mountain in Ghana, at an elevation of 885 metres (2,904 ft). The mountain is located in the Volta Region of Ghana at the border with Togo. I made a mental note to myself to research more about it and maybe organise during my next visit a hike up to that mountain. After hiking the Bisoke and Muhungwe in Rwanda, I have hiking fever.

It was time for us to enter the rainforest, it was raining a little bit and mosquitoes came from everywhere. The long sleeve jeans shirt and pants came in handy. We began the climb upwards and I realise I am not in good shape. How is that possible ? I have long time given up my sedentary life. Maybe it was the heat in the forest ? Not sure… The sweat was literally dripping off my body like a waterfall. There is a sign saying there is a rainforest suite at the highest bush point for rent. I quickly take the number as I would love to spend the night there.

We have finally arrived at the canopy bridge and it is nothing as the one in Rwanda. No steel but ropes only ! It is ladder or plank combination precariously hung  as suspended rope-style bridges. It defenitely brings you into a jungle layer that is usually reserved for birds and monkeys. The canopy walk opened on Earth Day in 1995, and technically consists of seven separate bridges constructed with materials of the forest  that hang from the trees over 130 feet above the ground, the walkway is about 1,000 feet and it does have a safety net. (So no worries.) According to the park guide it is regularly maintained; however by looking at the condition I am not so sure if that is true.

It was my turn to cross the bridge. As soon as I got on I felt I was in a scene of a Indiana Jones movie. The entire bridge was shaking, I was moving as a snail and it bothered other tourists. I was scared and thought the ropes were going to crack. But I made it across. Woohoo !!! Another canopy experience down my belt!

On the road away from Kakum, I stopped to buy fruits and many fruits I haven’t seen in West Africa so I had to taste them! 

For lunch I went to a crocodile place called Hans Cottage. I got out of the car and saw a crocodile. I laughed and said HAHA, that is not a real one. It is a statue, look it has its mouth wide open that is not real. Little did I know that Crocodiles do not have sweat glands and release heat through their mouths. Therefore they often sleep with their mouths open and sometimes even pant like dogs. I ordered my lunch and the lady said: ‘Would you like to see the crocodiles ?’ Yes for sure I said. I thought to myself; I want to see the real ones not the fake ones yeah? Our guide slash waitress said you will buy some chicken and you can feed them. For sure no problem I have held a baby alligator in Miami before. You are talking to the crocodile mother here… I began walking and she points at the same crocodile that I pointed out earlier. Look he is sleeping …. Euh? So that is a real one. She goes and explains why they lay with their mouth open. I still thought it was a joke and really wanted to kick one to see if it was real. Thank god, I didn’t do that. Soon the crocodiles began crawling out of the pond and closing their eyes and moving. They smelled the chicken; it was feeding time. I threw the chicken and took pictures with a few sleeping crocodiles. Some are hidden in the grass and you almost trip over them. It was fun but not to do with little kids as there is no way that you can be kept safe. Definitely AT YOUR OWN RISK! Anyhow it definitely entertained my Dora the Explorer Spirit 

After a long drive I arrive at Anomabo Beach. Yes for the first time I am saying it right! (I did have to google the name in phonetics though.) I kept on saying Animabi, Anumabo, Ambibo… ridicilous… So yes ANOMABO Beach it was. I decided to spend the night in the clay huts; watch the fishermen pull in their nets and dream away. Attached some beach pictures !

As in a few it is back to work - microfinance it is!

P.S.: If you ever take part in “Who wants to be a millionaire ?” and you are asked “Where is the international association of the honeybee ?” The answer is: KAKUM, Ghana. ;)

Francine

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El Mina - The Castle of dark European & African history.

my next stop was El Mina Castle - It had been on my list of places to visit for a very long time. Yes a bit weird to be on places to visit but most already know where my interest lies. However, the castle is recognized by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site.

Arriving in El Mina was very interesting. As I drove through the town, one  immediately notices the colonial atmosphere. The Portuguese colourful influence is definitely prevailing in this town. However I was stopped as the bridge to the slave castle as it was being renovated and it could no longer support the weight of the cars. I drove back to a nearby hotel to park the car and stopped a taxi near the road that could bring me to the beginning of the bridge. As soon as I got out the taxi - the hustlers came swarming. They wanted to know my name to flip tricks on me later. I learned my lesson in Morocco earlier this year not to say or accept anything. It is rude but it is the only way to not be hustled or tricked or even robbed.

I entered the slave castle and I immediately noticed the old Dutch writing on the walls. While awaiting our tour guide, I went into to the small museum shop.

Elmina Castle was erected by Portuguese in 1482 as São Jorge da Mina (St. George of the Mine) Castle, also known simply as Mina or Feitoria da Mina in present-day Elmina, Ghana (formerly the Gold Coast). It was the first trading post built on the Gulf of Guinea, so it is the oldest European building in existence below the Sahara. In its original days El Mina was a Portuguese Gold and Ivory trade settlement. Local Africans sold their Gold for weapons for nothing really. They had no idea of the value of the gold. It was only later that this gold trade settlement was used later for the Atlantic slave trade. The Dutch invaded the fort in 1637 after several previously failed attempts, with the help of local Africans after promises of better treatment, took over the Portuguese Gold Coast in 1642. According to the guide, who was very well informed of the history of the castle, the Dutch found the castle to be too expensive to maintain and wanted to sell it, which they did- they sold to the British. I think this anecdote seems right as the Dutch are stereotypically described as being very thrifty. The slave trade continued under the Dutch until 1814; in 1872 the Dutch Gold Coast, including the fort, became a possession of the British Empire. Britain granted the Gold Coast its independence in 1957, and control of the castle was transferred to today’s independent Ghana.

Inside of El Mina I saw where the slave women were kept and the slave men. They were kept in very dark spaces at the bottom of the castle, hundreds of them jam packed. There was barely any air to breathe and food wasn’t given regularly. Many slaves died in the castle from cholera. They were chained, beaten and raped. Being a fort housing an army, there were also rules for the soldiers, which when broken by drunkenness or general disorderly conduct, were punished. However, despite being in cells similar in size to those of the slaves, there were obvious differences in treatment and conditions. Whereas the slaves were kept in multiple numbers of claustrophobic surroundings, there was only one soldier imprisoned per cell at any one time. Also the cells housing the soldiers were situated in strategic locations which allowed for constant airflow whereas in the cells housing the slaves, air was an abundantly rare commodity.

The Dutch governor of the castle had a secret latch-door that lead to the female slave zones. He stood on the balcony, all the female slaves stood naked and he made his choice. If the women refused to go, they were chained to the ground in the full sun without food or water for days. (Many women refused to go because they didn’t know what would happened to them and the pregnant ones never returned.) They were now at the mercy of the soldiers. When the women did agree to the needs of the Dutch governor, they were first bathed in a latrine type of well that was inside the slaves courtyard. They were put in a dress and cleaned up for the governor and he did with them whatever he wanted. Many mixed children were born to captured female slaves. When the female slave was pregnant, they were moved in houses far away from the castle. These mulato children with Dutch last names were educated and some of them even send to the Netherlands for further education. Others were enlisted into the Dutch Army. The mixed children spoke different languages and were also able to negotiate with local tribes. Considering the female slaves weren’t in good conditions - I doubt that an incredible many children were born. When someone is underfed - fertility goes down. The hierarchy of colour was very obvious. First the white man then the mulato child and last the black (wo)man. In many countries this racism still exists. The darker, the worse off unfortunately. Today in Ghana you can see who is descendant of European colonials. There are quite a few Ghanians with Portuguese, Dutch and British last names. Also some Ghanians are much much lighter in skin tone. Some almost white to mixed looking even generations down the line.

We visited the mess inside the Castle. Oh yes the Dutch and Portuguese were very religious. They were giving the task to enslave and of course God approved. I don’t know what God would approve of this. Well the hypocrisy of the Church is something very prevalent inside the castle. In the name of God - everything is allowed isn’t it? 

The guide took me to the governors room and later  brought me to the gates of no return. This is the door where the slaves after being captive for sometimes even months boarded the ships and sailed for the United States of America and other island groups in the Americas. The gate of no return is very tiny as the slaves had lost so much weight due to lack of food and basic care. As skeletons they boarded a ship chained to start a new life to be abused, raped and tortured again.

I can not say that it was only the Europeans whom are to blame in the slave trade, Africans took as much part in it. During that time there were a lot of inter tribal wars in West Africa. When tribes fought each other, capturing and keeping of slaves were customary. Upon the arrival of the foreign powers, the opportunity to profit through trade was realised and effected, resulting in the sale of the captured slaves to the Europeans. Neither the Portuguese, Dutch nor the English had to go out to catch them. They were brought by Africans themselves. There were rare exceptions in which it was considered ‘sport’ by some rogue officers for their personal gain, but these examples are very limited, as in the overall view, the military had to maintain their discipline internally and externally. The manner, however, in which they conducted their militaristic affairs with business type incentives were without doubt, extremely deplorable. Africans not involved in intertribal wars also made a business of catching people and selling them off. What must not be excused or watered down, however, is the treatment of the African slaves after leaving the castle at the hand of the traders and what horrible events took place inside the castle.  Also important to mention is that due to the arms imported by the West and given to the local tribes it promoted even more intertribal warfare. I’d like to describe it as a tactical move of the foreign powers. More weapons meant more slaves.

What I wondered however is that the Dutch took part in the slave trade but had no slaves in their countries nor did the Portuguese. Both did have slaves in their colonial countries but not in their home countries. I always wonder why there weren’t as many or none (to my knowledge) in Europe. If someone is able to answer that - please let me know as the guide couldn’t tell me either.

The atmosphere in El Mina castle is not pleasant, listening to the horrific events made me vomit. At the exit the guide took me to the last engraved stone of El Mina. He asked is there someone in the group that can read this. I said yes - I was actually a bit embarrassed; I wanted to say - I am not Dutch but Belgian. I have nothing to do with these ancestors. The guide asked me to read the text out loud which said in old Dutch similar to Afrikaans: Here lies the  last Governor of the Dutch East Indie Compagnie.

After a guided tour of 3 hours I left the castle to be back with the hustlers. One came running, I have a gift for you. Oh no… It was a shell. I really didn’t want it so I returned it to the dissatisfaction of the hustlers. Hey no one is going to mess with Francine! 

After shedding off the hustlers, I got mistakenly hit by a metal cemented construction pole someone was carrying in the street. On top of that I saw a big shark laying in the middle of the town; upside down with its mouth wide open. (No it wasn’t the head bump that made me see the shark.) Seriously, this town and Ghana could do so much better; an area in which so much history is situated should be well maintained. It shouldn’t look as a dirty street market in which sharks can just be thrown as rag dolls in the town surrounded by hustlers. Imagine how most tourists feel that never have been to Ghana or Africa in general??… C’mon on Ghana….This is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Hey if you need a consultant; I’d flip the town upside down- you know where to find me - No challenge is too big right ;) ?

Taking more time to relax in between work is the most productive thing I have ever done. On to the next adventure :)

Francine


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It can't be all work and no play

Its been almost six months since I have written an article on my blog. Well the title of this post says it all… It can’t be all work and no play… While at microStart  I was always working and if I wasn’t working I was volunteering for a greater cause. Not that there is any problem with that but sometimes its time for a break and relax a bit. Around May I set up my financial inclusion consultancy and went to research the Ghanian microfinance market 

Besides work I decided to explore Ghana. Before going to Ghana, I had already explored Instagram and identified what I wanted to see in Ghana. I had seen pictures of people next to very tall palm trees.

Aburi Gardens is a botanical garden in Aburi in Eastern region of South Ghana occupying an area of 64.8 hectares. It opened in March, 1890.  Aburi garden was the official site of a sanatorium  and later a botanical department built in 1875 for Gold Coast government officials. Apparently the gardens played an important role in encouraging cocoa production and rubber production  Ghana, by supplying cheap cocoa seedlings and information about scientific farming methods. 

I entered the gardens with our car and parked in the assigned parking spaces and decided to first devour my packed lunch. Oh I had a blast sipping on juices enjoying nature. The gardens aren’t completely clean either, However I loved seeing the trees. They are incredibly old and beautiful. Dead trees had beautiful carvings and I did take my picture next to the old helicopter. It did have a big pile of poo in there! I just hope it was from an animal and not from a human being as flies were swarming all over the place. I took a quick picture like nothing happened. Snap :) I enjoyed the cocoa trees - I had never seen one before and was looking for the double tree. Apparently there was a tree that was inside another tree that you could go inside. Lots of children came to beg s but one kid said I will be your guide so I agreed. He wasn’t able to give me a lot of information but he did bring me to the double tree. I bought him some ice cream as a reward and told him to read the information boards on the tree and when I come back; he should be a supreme guide. He loved his ice cream and happily ran off. From there I made it way back to Accra in order to prepare for another trip. 

On the next planning is the Slave Castle, unfound waterfalls, a canopy bridge and a hike… See you on the next post and I am back with more R&R & work information. Together we strive for a better world. 

In love and back in business. 

Francine or aka Team Chandine ;)

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