I love mosquitoes. Especially, the female anopheles. I think we need to replace the eagles on our national coat of arms with mosquitoes.  If your grandfather fought for independence or died trying, forgive me. I am not trivialising their sacrifice but if you will be honest, you know them white folk were more afraid of  dying from Malaria than they were of our catapults and talismans. 

But Malaria isn’t really what’s on my mind at this moment. It is Buruli ulcer. Why? Today, I went to visit Billy. A truly amazing Scottish man who works with orphans in Prampram. Health workers came… ( Read on! )

In the Guardian:

Image by Nana Kofi Acquah courtesy of the Guardian At first glance, Republic, a revolution-themed bar in one of Accra's busiest nightlife districts, could be any of the Ghanaian capital's hotspots. Artsy residents, office workers and expats sit on plastic chairs in front of its wooden façade as dusk turns to night, ordering caipirihnas or snacks such as thick-cut chips and bowls of soup.

But look a little closer and all is not as it seems. The caipirihnas are made from akpeteshie – a traditional Ghanaian palm spirit also known fondly as Kill Me Quick, the chips are… ( Read on! )