Write to us. Expat Page editor Gus will do the rest. At my village in north-east Ghana, Sirigu, I went to school with rickety furniture, no electricity, no running water and a perennial shortage of books. Teachers, even unqualified teachers, were a rare blessing. A rainy day meant exchanging my worn-out school bag, which was inherited from my two elder siblings, for a hoe.
Food is hard to get when the weather freaks out.
The El Nino weather pattern left my people crying for food. El Nina is following suit. I managed to survive all these and come here. Mr Kasise Ricky Peprah working at his company's bistro, Cellar Door, in Bukit Timah. Hailing from a part of the world where food is a sensitive issue, to ask a person this question can be taken to mean several things.