The Night Ghana Began to Feel Like Home
The first time I arrived in Ghana, it was raining.
Not a gentle drizzle, but a full tropical downpour. The kind of rain that falls with confidence, as if it has somewhere important to be.
I remember stepping outside into the warm night air, hearing the rain and feeling that familiar mix of curiosity and uncertainty that comes with arriving somewhere new.
The air was warm in a way that felt different from what I was used to back in the States. There was humidity, yes, but also a breeze that moved through the night air, soft and steady.
And then there were the people.
Waiting for me in the covered arrival area just outside the airport exit doors were my hosts, the people who would later become my Ghana family.
At that moment, I didn’t know how important they would become in my life. I didn’t yet know how deeply Ghana would settle into my heart.
All I knew was that I had arrived in the middle of a tropical downpour… and somehow, it felt right.
A Leap of Trust
Before I even set foot in Ghana, I had already made a small leap of trust. Instead of booking a hotel, I accepted an invitation to stay with a family I barely knew.
I accepted the invitation partly because, from our brief interactions by phone and text, I had already warmed to Celestine. I trusted her. My mother also thought it was a good idea, and I had briefly met Celestine’s sister when she visited the United States. She was warm and easy to talk to, and that gave me additional reassurance.
I was initially hesitant, but the combination of my mother’s encouragement, Celestine and her family’s generosity, and their confident humility eventually overrode my cautious nature.
As an African, I understood what it meant when hospitality was offered. I knew how much it meant to everyone involved, and why both offering and accepting hospitality was considered an honor. Declining would not necessarily be seen as an insult, but it could feel like a quiet rejection.
I did not want Celestine and her family to think that I was too “good” or too “special” to accept their kind offer. In truth, it was already a leap of trust on their part to invite me into their home.
At the time, I did not know that this decision would lead to something far greater than a simple visit. I did not yet know that Celestine and her family would one day become my cherished Ghana family.
Back in West Africa
Even before I stepped outside, I felt a sense of familiarity settling over me.
I heard English spoken all around me, but not the tones and inflections I had grown used to in the United States. These were African voices, and English spoken with accents from different countries across the continent. We may all speak English, but we do not sound the same, and hearing those familiar rhythms brought comfort I did not expect.
The airport was crowded, as many flights were arriving from different parts of the world. Accra is the point of arrival for most visitors and a major tourist and business hub in West Africa. People stood in long lines at immigration, gathered around luggage carousels, and moved steadily through customs.
I saw people of many races and nationalities. Children clinging to tired parents, solo travelers watching their belongings carefully, and families stacking luggage onto carts with smiles of relief.
Everyone seemed happy, even if they were a little tired. There was excitement in the air and the quiet joy of arrival after a long journey.
What made the experience even more memorable was the warmth and hospitality of the airport staff. They were welcoming, pleasant, and efficient as they guided travelers through the arrival process with calm confidence.
And then there was the sign.
Akwaaba. Welcome.
Seeing that word felt like more than a greeting. It felt like recognition. It felt real.
But it was not until I stepped outside that the strongest memory took hold: the smell of West Africa.
There is a scent to tropical West Africa that is impossible to mistake. It is warm and smoky, fragrant with tropical vegetation and flowers, layered with the moisture of humidity and rain. It smells alive. It smells familiar. It smells like memory.
That night, as the humid air wrapped around me, I knew I was back, not just in Africa, but in West Africa, where the sounds, smells, and rhythms stirred something deep and familiar within me.
It sounded like home.
It smelled like home.
Into the Rain
When I stepped outside into the arrival area, I paused for a moment to take it all in.
People who had come to meet arriving passengers stood off to the sides in designated areas. The outdoor space immediately outside the airport doors was kept clear for passengers moving through with their luggage carts. Otherwise, the place would have been completely choked with people.
The waiting areas on both sides were crowded with families, friends, and drivers, all scanning the arriving passengers for familiar faces.
I began searching the crowd.
I had photographs of Celestine, but even with those, it was not easy to spot someone among so many people. The area was alive with movement – people waving, calling out names, greeting loved ones with laughter and excitement.
And then, off to the right, I saw them.
Celestine and her husband, Victor, were standing among the crowd, watching the arriving passengers carefully. She also had a photograph of me, so we were both searching for each other at the same time.
The moment I saw them, I felt immediate relief.
I cannot remember the exact words we exchanged when we first met, but knowing Celestine, it was likely something simple and warm like, “Welcome.”
Victor stepped forward and took my luggage, and together we began making our way toward the car park. That simple gesture alone made me feel cared for and reassured.
At that moment, I felt something shift inside me.
I had arrived.
I had been met.
And I knew that all would be well.
As I followed them toward the car, I felt a growing sense of anticipation. I was no longer anxious. Instead, I found myself looking forward to all that would follow.
Through Rain and Motion
The parking lot was packed, alive with movement and noise. Cars wove in and out of narrow traffic lanes, their headlights cutting through the darkness and rain. We dodged vehicles as we made our way toward the car, moving quickly but cautiously.
Horns blared all around us, a familiar sound that signaled I was truly back in West Africa. Here, the sounding of horns is not always an expression of impatience. Sometimes it is simply communication with drivers announcing their presence, signaling movement, and navigating crowded spaces with confidence.
People were everywhere talking, calling out greetings, and helping one another pile luggage into already crowded cars. Some struggled to fit bags and passengers into small spaces, while others moved with ease, loading vehicles and preparing to head home.
To one side, I noticed vans lined up neatly, their side panels emblazoned with hotel names and brands. Drivers stood nearby, waiting for their passengers.
And through it all, the rain fell steadily.
I loved it.
I have always loved the rainy season. In fact, it is one of the things I miss most about West Africa when I am away. Many people don’t enjoy being caught in the rain, but for me, rainy days have always felt like home.
That night, I felt as though I had returned not only to West Africa, but to a season I cherished.
Still, as much as I wanted to linger and enjoy the moment, we hurried toward the car, moving quickly through the rain.
The Drive Through the Rain
Once we reached the car, Victor placed my luggage inside, and I settled into the back seat, grateful to finally be out of the rain, though I must admit, I was enjoying every moment of it.
As we pulled away from the airport, the sound of the rain drummed steadily against the roof of the car, confident and reassuring. I remember telling them how much I loved the rainy season, something that often surprised people. Many travelers complain about rain, but for me, rainy days have always been a favorite.
They laughed and told me that the rains had been especially heavy in the weeks leading up to my arrival. I listened, feeling strangely at ease despite the unfamiliar surroundings.
As we drove, they mentioned that we would make a quick stop at a store before heading home.
I observed everything as we left the airport area. From the tree-lined roundabout near the airport entrance and the quiet residential surroundings nearby, we merged onto a smooth, well-maintained highway. I remember being impressed by the condition of the road. It was not what many people unfamiliar with West Africa might expect.
Streetlights lined the highway, illuminating the rain-slicked roads. Even though it was night, the streets were busy. Vendors stood along the roadside, their silhouettes visible in the glow of passing headlights. I could not clearly see what they were selling because it was too dark, but their presence alone added to the sense of life and movement around us.
As we continued driving, I noticed a mix of buildings. There were lighted business buildings standing alongside small container shops. I found myself completely absorbed in the sights and sounds unfolding outside the window.
And all the while, the rain continued steadily.
A Surprise Stop at the Store
When we arrived at the parking lot of Melcom Department Store, I noticed immediately how brightly lit the area was. The lights revealed rows of parked cars, though for a store that large, there did not seem to be as many parking spaces as I would have expected.
A security guard, or perhaps a parking attendant, was directing vehicles, helping some drivers squeeze into tight spaces and guiding others as they carefully pulled out. There was a steady rhythm to the movement, as cars inched forward and reversed with patience and skill.
We parked and made our way toward the entrance.
Steep steps led up to the brightly illuminated store, and I recall noticing a ramp on the left side of the building. The structure itself rose several floors high, about four levels, if memory serves, and the lighting inside was striking. The cool, bright fluorescent glow spilled outward, making the building feel modern and inviting.
When we stepped inside, the air-conditioning hit me immediately. It was surprisingly cold and a welcome contrast to the warm, humid night outside. That sudden blast of cool air was my first real surprise.
To the right, I noticed fresh fruits and vegetables neatly displayed, along with rows of familiar supermarket items. The layout reminded me of stores in the United States. Several checkout counters stood open, each staffed with a cashier, and customers moved steadily through the lines.
Although the store had multiple floors with additional departments, we did not go upstairs that evening. Even without exploring the upper levels, I was already impressed.
What struck me most was how much of what I saw felt familiar. The store carried many of the same types of products I had packed in my luggage, things like shampoos, conditioners, lotions, and creams. I remember thinking that I could easily have purchased many of those items right there in Ghana instead of packing them from home.
At the same time, I noticed something even more interesting. Local and African brands of food and household products displayed alongside international ones. That discovery fascinated me. It felt like a glimpse into everyday life in Ghana.
Standing there, taking it all in, I realized that I was already beginning to fall in love with Ghana and its people.
The Ride Home
When we left Melcom, the streets were still crowded despite the steady rain.
There is a particular energy about traffic in West African cities. The roads are often teeming with life, with drivers, pedestrians, and vendors weaving in and out of moving vehicles. To someone unfamiliar, it can appear chaotic, even overwhelming. But to me, it felt familiar.
I was used to traffic like this. It’s what we often call “go-slows” in Nigeria, those long stretches of slow-moving vehicles accompanied by the constant sound of blaring horns. It is a rhythm of movement that takes patience and awareness, but it is also part of everyday life.
Watching the activity around me that night reminded me of home.
Nigeria is also my home, in addition to the United States. Seeing the movement of traffic, hearing the horns, and observing pedestrians and vendors navigating the busy streets stirred memories of places I had known before. Instead of feeling overwhelmed, I felt reassured.
The city pulsed with life all around me. Lights shimmered against the shiny, rain-soaked roads, and headlights reflected off the wet roads in long streaks of red and white. People moved with purpose, even in the rain, continuing their evening routines without hesitation.
Though I felt happy and excited by everything I was seeing, fatigue was beginning to set in. The long journey, the excitement of arrival, and the sensory overload of the evening were slowly catching up with me.
As we continued driving through the crowded streets, I found myself looking forward to reaching the house and finally getting some rest.
At the Gate
Luckily, the store was not too far from the house. Within about fifteen or twenty minutes, we were pulling up to a manned security gate that led into the residential estate where the house was located.
As the car turned left into the estate, I looked out, taking in my surroundings. The area was calm and a welcome contrast to the busy roads we had just left behind. Many of the homes sat within walled compounds, their yards hidden behind gates, typical of residential neighborhoods in many parts of West Africa.
The street was wide, with occasional streetlights casting soft pools of light along the road. The rain had slowed.
Soon we pulled up to another gate.
Victor sounded the horn, and within moments, the gate opened. I believe it was Celestine’s nephew who greeted us as he opened the gate.
As we drove into the compound, the lights revealed a lovely, older colonial-style home with an inviting covered porch in front. The warm glow from the house felt welcoming, almost comforting, after the long journey.
The children were still awake.
Three boys and one girl stood nearby—shy, curious, and quiet. They greeted me politely, watching me with cautious interest. I suspect they had been warned not to bother “Auntie Mary” too much, something that would have been very much in keeping with Celestine’s thoughtful nature.
By then, my eyes were burning with fatigue. I had traveled wearing my contact lenses, something I still did at the time. These days, I wear my glasses during flights and switch to contacts after I reach my destination.
Exhaustion was catching up with me quickly.
I was more than ready to hit the sack.
A Room Prepared with Care
Celestine must have known how tired I would have been.
“Welcome to our home,” Victor said warmly, and I responded with a heartfelt thank you. Yes, I thought, thank you for the welcome, for meeting me at the airport, and for making me feel cared for from the very beginning.
Before long, I was shown down a hallway lined with bedrooms on one side. A single bathroom sat along the hall as well. My room was located near the end, close to the children’s room.
The room prepared for me belonged to one of the children. They had thoughtfully re-arranged things so that I would feel comfortable during my stay.
One detail especially touched me.
Celestine had placed a small refrigerator in the room, the kind often used by college students. Inside were bottles of water and a few soft drinks. Seeing that small gesture made me feel deeply relieved and cared for.
They showed me where the bathroom was and made sure I knew how everything worked. By then, exhaustion had fully taken hold.
Did I unpack? No, I did not.
I barely had enough energy to unzip my suitcase and retrieve my toothbrush, toothpaste, and nightgown. Celestine handed me a bottle of water to use for brushing my teeth – yet another thoughtful touch that made settling in easier.
I bid everyone goodnight and finally made my way to bed.
Oh, how grateful I was for that comfortable mattress and the quiet of that small room.
Once I lay down, I felt my body fully relax for the first time in more than twenty-four hours. The tension from travel, excitement, and anticipation slowly melted away.
Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
Sometime during the night, I woke briefly when the rain began to fall again, this time in earnest.
And soon, I fell back into a deep sleep, lulled by the rhythm of the rain.
Morning Comes
I woke slowly to the sound of children.
At first, I was not quite sure where I was, or who was speaking. Then I realized the voices were coming from outside the window. The children were in the yard, speaking in hushed tones, as if trying not to wake me.
When I opened my eyes fully, I was surprised by how bright the room was. Sunlight streamed in, filling the small space with a golden glow.
Somewhere in the house, I could smell the aroma of something savory cooking, something rich and comforting. The unmistakable scent of a home already awake and busy.
I felt completely rested.
Then I glanced at the time and was shocked to see that it was already afternoon. I must have slept for more than twelve hours straight, my body finally recovering from the long journey and the excitement of arrival.
I stretched slowly and leaned over to look out the window.
Outside, I saw the boys, the twins, lingering nearby, watching and waiting. Curious. Patient. Hoping, perhaps, that I would wake up soon.
They saw me and I waved.
They waved back shyly, their faces lighting up with quiet curiosity and expectation.
And in that simple moment, standing at the window, greeting curious children, surrounded by the warmth of a family I was only just beginning to know, I felt a deep sense of comfort.
I had arrived.
Not just in Ghana, but in a place that was already beginning to feel like home.
And as I stood there, breathing in the savory aroma drifting through the house, I found myself looking forward to the many adventures that lay ahead.
That first night in Ghana marked the beginning of a journey I could never have predicted. What began as a visit would eventually grow into something far deeper – a connection to place, people, and belonging that continues to shape my life today.
Continue the Journey
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How I Stay Comfortable on 10+ Hour Flights (Even in Economy)
Long flights are nothing new to me.
In fact, I’ve been traveling long distances for most of my life. From an early age, I was flying back and forth between continents, between the United States, Canada, Nigeria, and later Ghana. Travel has always been part of my story.
But here’s what I’ve learned over time:
Long flights feel very different as you get older.
When you’re younger, you can sit for hours without thinking much about comfort. Your body adjusts easily. You may not notice the little aches, stiffness, or dryness that can come with sitting in one place for ten hours or more.
But at this stage in my life, what I like to call my Bold Sage stage, I pay much closer attention to how my body feels.
Because these days, comfort matters more than ever.
I still travel long distances regularly, often spending ten hours or more in the air. Over the years, I’ve learned that staying comfortable on long flights isn’t about luck.
It’s about preparation.
It’s about knowing what works for your body and making thoughtful choices before you even step onto the plane.
Some of the habits I use today came from trial and error. Others came from lessons learned the hard way, like the time I forgot my compression socks and spent an entire flight worrying about my legs.
Little by little, I developed routines that help me stay comfortable, calm, and prepared for long-haul travel.
And the good news is this:
Most of these strategies are simple.
You don’t need luxury seats or expensive upgrades to stay comfortable on long flights. Even when flying economy, small adjustments can make a big difference in how you feel when you arrive at your destination.
In this article, I’m sharing the habits and comfort essentials that help me get through 10+ hour flights feeling far better than I used to.
Because a long flight isn’t just transportation.
It’s the beginning of the journey.
And how you feel when you arrive matters more than you might think.
Comfort Starts With What I Wear
Forget fashion, dress for comfort.
These days, I choose loose-fitting clothing whenever I travel. Tight clothes, especially around the waist, are simply not worth the discomfort during long hours of sitting.
I’ve always preferred loose clothing, but as I’ve gotten older, it has become even more important.
I also make sure to bring a sweater. Always.
Planes can be surprisingly cold, and I am almost convinced they turn down the temperature on purpose. Sitting in a cold cabin for ten hours is not something I’m willing to endure without preparation.
So a warm sweater is non-negotiable for me.
Shoes matter just as much.
I always wear comfortable sneakers when I travel. Not stylish shoes, not fancy shoes, just comfortable shoes.
I like my feet fully covered, especially when:
- Walking through airports
- Moving around the plane
- Rushing to catch a connecting flight
And believe me, I have rushed through an airport more than once.
And yes, I always wear socks.
These days, those socks are usually compression socks, which have become one of my most important comfort essentials.
Compression Socks Changed Everything for Me
There was one long flight I will never forget.
Not because of turbulence or delays, but because I forgot my compression socks.
That entire flight, I kept thinking to myself:
Oh my goodness… what if my legs swell? What if I develop a blood clot?
I found myself doing little foot exercises in my seat and getting up to walk around more often than usual, simply because I felt uneasy without them.
That experience stayed with me.
Now, I never travel on long flights without compression socks.
For me, they make a noticeable difference. When I wear them, my legs feel more supported and less tired.
There’s almost a gentle, comforting pressure that feels like a soft massage throughout the flight.
Put them on before leaving for the airport.
Trying to put on compression socks inside an airplane seat is not easy. There’s hardly enough room, and removing shoes mid-flight can feel awkward.
Putting them on at home makes everything simpler.
Another important tip is to make sure the socks fit properly.
Compression socks should feel:
- Snug
- Supportive
- Comfortable
- Not painfully tight
I always try mine on before traveling, just to make sure they feel right.
Sometimes I fold them slightly at the top if they feel too high on my leg.
The goal is comfort, not pressure.
All I know is that:
My legs feel far more comfortable with compression socks than without them.
And after that one flight when I forgot them, I never take that chance again.
Staying Warm and Comfortable in a Cold Cabin
If you’ve flown long-haul even once, you already know that airplane cabins can get cold. Very cold.
Not just a little chilly, but wrap-yourself-up-and-don’t-let-go cold, especially halfway through the flight when the lights are dimmed and everyone is trying to sleep.
Over time, I learned not to rely on whatever blanket the airline may, or may not, provide.
These days, I come prepared.
I always carry both a sweater and a shawl.
Yes, both.
The sweater keeps my core warm when the cabin temperature drops. But the shawl? That’s my secret weapon.
A good shawl is wonderfully versatile. I can:
- Wrap it around my shoulders
- Drape it across my lap
- Tuck it around my neck
- Roll it into a makeshift pillow
On especially cold flights, it becomes my personal cocoon – lightweight, familiar, and dependable.
There’s also something comforting about having layers that belong to me. Airline blankets are helpful when available, but there’s a different level of comfort that comes from wrapping yourself in something you chose and packed with intention.
Another change that made a surprisingly big difference in my comfort is my seat choice.
These days, I almost always choose an aisle seat instead of a window seat.
For years, I loved window seats. I enjoyed watching the clouds drift by and leaning against the side of the aircraft.
But as time went on, and as long flights became more frequent, I realized that comfort on long-haul journeys isn’t just about the view.
It’s about flexibility.
An aisle seat allows me to:
- Stand when I need to
- Stretch more easily
- Walk around without climbing over anyone
- Move freely when my body needs it
That freedom makes a real difference on flights lasting ten hours or more.
When you combine:
- Warm layers
- Smart seat choices
- The freedom to move
…the difference in overall comfort is noticeable.
And after all, comfort on a long flight isn’t just about getting through the hours.
It’s about arriving at your destination feeling as comfortable, and as ready as possible, for whatever adventure awaits.
Staying Hydrated in Dry Cabin Air
One thing many people don’t think about before a long flight is how dry the air inside the cabin can be.
Cold and dry is not the most comfortable combination.
Over the years, I noticed that when I didn’t stay properly hydrated, I would start coughing or feel dryness in my throat. And trust me, there is nothing more uncomfortable than coughing repeatedly on a long flight while people around you start giving you suspicious looks.
That alone was enough motivation for me to take hydration seriously.
These days, I always travel with a refillable insulated water bottle with a secure twist-on lid.
I fill it once I get through airport security, and if needed, I refill it again before boarding. Having my own bottle means I don’t have to rely only on the small cups of water handed out during beverage service.
I’ve also learned that what I don’t drink matters just as much as what I do drink.
Before long flights, I try to limit:
- Coffee
- Caffeinated drinks
- Carbonated beverages
- Alcohol
All of these can make dehydration worse or make me feel uncomfortable during the flight.
Water works best for me.
Sometimes I’ll have juice, but not too much because of the sugar. And occasionally tomato juice, but that tends to make me thirsty again, so water remains my first choice.
Dry cabin air doesn’t just affect your throat. It can also affect your eyes.
Since I wear contact lenses, I’ve learned to make adjustments. These days, I often travel wearing my glasses instead of contacts. The cabin air can make my eyes feel dry, and glasses are simply more comfortable during long flights.
I also carry plain eye drops to help keep my eyes moist when needed.
Another small comfort item I never forget is cough drops or hard candy.
Even when I’m drinking water, the dry air can sometimes irritate my throat. Having something to suck on helps reduce coughing and keeps my throat more comfortable.
These may seem like small details, but together they make a noticeable difference.
Because staying hydrated on a long flight isn’t just about drinking water.
It’s about protecting your comfort, from your throat to your eyes, and making the long hours in the air easier to manage.
My Personal Comfort Kit (Small Things That Make a Big Difference)
Over the years, I’ve learned that comfort on a long flight isn’t just about what you wear or where you sit.
It’s also about what you keep within reach.
These days, I always travel with a personal bag that fits neatly under the seat in front of me. That bag holds my comfort essentials – the small items that make a surprisingly big difference during a long flight.
I like knowing that everything I need is right there, within arm’s reach.
I don’t want to keep standing up and reaching into the overhead bin every time I need something simple. On a long flight, convenience matters just as much as comfort.
Inside my under-seat bag, I keep what I think of as my personal comfort kit.
Here are some of the essentials I never travel without:
- Cough drops or hard candy – Helps soothe my throat and prevent coughing fits.
- Lip balm – Dry air can be hard on your lips.
- Moisturizer or hand lotion – Helps prevent dry, tight skin.
- Eye drops – Especially helpful when the cabin air feels extra dry.
- Hand sanitizer – Gives me peace of mind when traveling through busy airports.
- A cotton handkerchief – Simple, reusable, and surprisingly useful.
- Pain medicine – I keep this handy in case my back begins to act up.
- Eyeglass cleaner – A small item, but very helpful.
- My Kindle or reading device – I never travel without something to read.
- A crossword puzzle book – Helps pass the time when I can’t sleep.
Each of these items serves a simple purpose, but together, they create a sense of comfort and control during long flights.
There was a time when I carried fewer things and hoped for the best. But experience has taught me that being prepared makes the journey smoother.
Now, before every long flight, I take a few minutes to check that my comfort kit is stocked and ready.
Because when everything I need is within reach, I can relax, settle into my seat, and focus on the journey ahead without unnecessary interruptions.
Movement Matters More Than You Think
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned over the years is this:
Your body will tell you what it needs, if you pay attention.
These days, I don’t wait for stiffness or discomfort to build before I move. I listen to the messages my body gives me. When it tells me to get up and move, I get up and move.
Simple as that.
Long flights require a lot of sitting, and sitting still for ten hours or more is not something the human body enjoys.
That’s why movement has become one of my most important comfort habits.
I don’t follow a strict schedule, and I don’t watch the clock.
Instead, I move when my body tells me it’s time.
Sometimes that means:
- Standing beside my seat
- Stretching my legs gently
- Walking slowly up and down the aisle
- Extending my legs into the aisle when it’s safe
These small movements help keep my body from feeling stiff and tired.
They also help with circulation, which is something that becomes more important on long flights, especially as we get older.
That’s one of the reasons I now prefer aisle seats.
Like I mentioned earlier, in the past, I loved window seats. I enjoyed having that quiet corner and something to lean against.
But over time, I realized that being able to get up easily mattered more than having a view of the clouds.
An aisle seat allows me to move freely without worrying about disturbing someone else.
If my body says, It’s time to move, I can move.
That freedom makes a real difference on long flights.
Movement also works hand-in-hand with wearing compression socks. Together, gentle movement and proper leg support help my legs feel less tired by the time the flight is over.
And honestly, sometimes getting up and walking around helps your mind too.
After sitting for hours, even a short walk down the aisle can feel refreshing. It breaks up the monotony and helps pass the time.
These days, I don’t ignore discomfort.
I listen.
Because staying comfortable on a long flight isn’t about being perfectly still.
It’s about staying aware and responding when your body needs movement.
Things I No Longer Do on Long Flights
Over the years, I’ve learned that staying comfortable on long flights isn’t just about what I do.
It’s also about what I no longer do.
Some habits that once seemed harmless were actually making long flights harder than they needed to be.
Little by little, experience taught me what to keep, and what to let go.
Here are a few things I no longer do.
I No Longer Rush to the Airport
These days, I give myself plenty of time.
Rushing creates stress, and stress is the last thing I want before settling into a ten-hour flight.
When I arrive early, everything feels calmer. I can move at my own pace, find my gate without panic, and refill my water bottle before boarding.
Starting the journey calmly makes the entire flight feel easier.
I No Longer Carry a Neck Pillow
For years, I carried a neck pillow everywhere.
Eventually, I realized it had become just one more bulky item to manage.
Now, I use the pillow provided on the plane, but not for my neck.
Instead, I place it behind my lower back, where I need support the most.
Less bulk. Better support.
That works for me.
I No Longer Watch the Flight Time Constantly
There was a time when I checked the flight progress screen over and over again.
But constantly watching the clock makes the flight feel longer.
Now, I focus on reading, puzzles, or resting, and somehow, the flight seems to pass more quickly.
I No Longer Recline My Seat Too Far
Reclining too far sometimes makes my lower back feel worse. I also don’t want to disturb the person seated behind me.
These days, I sit more upright with proper support.
Comfort doesn’t always mean leaning back.
Sometimes, it means sitting just right.
I No Longer Drink Coffee on the Plane
This one is probably the hardest.
Because I truly love coffee.
I love the aroma and the comfort of a warm cup, especially with a morning meal.
But over time, I noticed that drinking coffee during long flights didn’t always agree with me.
So now, I usually skip it.
And yes, it still takes discipline.
But staying comfortable matters more than satisfying a short-lived craving.
Comfort Is No Longer a Luxury for Me
There was a time when I thought comfort on flights was optional.
Something extra.
Something to consider only if the price was right.
But over the years, and especially at this stage of my life, I’ve come to see things differently.
Comfort is no longer a luxury for me. It’s a necessity.
If I can afford to upgrade my seat for more space, I do it.
Not to be fancy, but to arrive feeling rested and comfortable.
Because I’ve learned something important:
The flight itself is part of the journey.
How you feel when you arrive matters just as much as what you plan to do once you get there.
So now, when I have the option, I choose comfort.
Not as an indulgence.
As an investment.
Because comfort supports the entire travel experience.
Comfort Makes the Journey Better
After a long flight, there is always one moment I look forward to.
That moment when the plane lands, the doors open, and the journey shifts from travel to arrival.
For me, one of the greatest joys is stepping outside the airport and seeing familiar faces waiting to greet me.
But if I had to name one simple pleasure that makes the journey feel complete, it would be this:
A nice, hot shower.
After hours of sitting in dry cabin air, bundled in layers and stretching when needed, that first hot shower feels like a reward.
It signals the end of the flight and the beginning of everything that comes next.
That’s why I take comfort seriously before I even step onto the plane.
Because a long flight is not just transportation.
It’s the beginning of the journey.
And how you feel when you arrive matters more than you might think.
Not perfection.
Not luxury.
Just thoughtful preparation that helps you arrive ready for whatever adventure awaits.
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One of the most frustrating packing mistakes I ever made happened just before a trip to Ghana.
My ride to the airport was arriving in less than an hour, and I was still packing. Like many travelers, I kept adding “just one more thing,” convinced I might need it.
Finally, I zipped up my suitcase and weighed it using the luggage scale I always keep tucked in my carry-on luggage.
It weighed over 50 pounds.
Now I was in trouble.
With time running out, I had to start unpacking in a rush, pulling things out and guessing what I could manage without. One of the first items to go was an extra pair of jeans. I already had a blue pair and a black pair packed, along with lightweight linen trousers, and I was only going to Ghana for two weeks.
I made it to the airport on time, but the stress didn’t end there. I hadn’t had time to re-weigh my luggage. At the ticket counter, my suitcase was still too heavy. Right there in front of everyone, I had to open my luggage again and move a few more items into my carry-on bag, hoping I could bring the weight down to the airline limit.
It was not the way I wanted to begin a long journey. I felt rushed, flustered, and slightly embarrassed, and all this before the trip had even started.
Why We Pack Too Much
You know how sometimes you have a closet full of clothes, yet you still end up wearing the same few outfits over and over again?
Traveling can be exactly the same. We pack far more than we need, convinced we’ll wear everything we bring. But in reality, we gravitate toward our favorite pieces, while many items remain untouched at the bottom of the suitcase.
Packing for Ghana became much easier once I stopped taking things I didn’t truly need. With each trip to Ghana, I learned that packing lighter didn’t mean sacrificing comfort, instead it meant traveling smarter.
Once I stopped packing “just in case” items, my journeys became less stressful, and far more enjoyable.
Don’t Pack Too Many Clothes
One of my biggest early packing mistakes was taking too many clothes. I would stand in front of my closet thinking, Maybe I’ll need this… and this… and oh, let me add this one too. Before long, my suitcase was packed to the brim.
But the reality is, that just like at home, you’ll end up choosing the same few favorites to wear. A couple of blouses, loose-fitting trousers, and comfortable everyday outfits usually do the trick. I would much rather repeat an outfit than struggle with a heavy suitcase.
Over time, I also started using simple packing cubes to keep things organized. They help me see exactly what I’m packing and prevent me from stuffing in too many extra items.
Don’t Pack Too Many Jeans
Jeans deserve their own mention because they were one of my biggest packing mistakes. I learned that lesson the hard way, especially on the trip when I had packed a blue pair, a black pair, and still had lightweight linen trousers.
The truth is, jeans are heavy and bulky, and they don’t dry quickly. In Ghana’s tropical climate, laundry is often hung outside to dry. Lightweight trousers dry much faster, making life easier.
Now I limit myself to one or two pairs of jeans at most, leaning toward lightweight trousers that are easier to pack and kinder to my suitcase.
Skip Heavy Sweaters and Jackets
I used to pack heavy sweaters and jackets as if preparing for cold weather, just in case. But Ghana has a tropical climate, and warm weather is the norm. While evenings can sometimes be cool, but for most of the time, those heavy items stayed unused in my suitcase.
The only time I truly appreciated a sweater was on the airplane, where it can get quite cold.
I usually travel with a travel-friendly shawl or wrap which is perfect for flights and cooler evenings.
Avoid Bulky Shoes and High Heels
Shoes can quietly take over your suitcase if you’re not careful. Bulky shoes take up more space than expected, and high heels, while beautiful, aren’t always practical. Walking on uneven streets or navigating busy open-air markets calls for comfort, not fashion struggles.
Instead, I now focus on bringing shoes that are comfortable, practical, and versatile. A dependable pair of walking shoes and a simple pair of elegant flats usually serve me well.
If you’re wondering what types of shoes work best for travel like this, I shared more details in my article about the travel shoes I rely on most.
Choose the Right Fabrics
Fabric choice makes a huge difference in a tropical climate. On one trip, I packed clothing made from polyester-type material, thinking it would be fine. That was a mistake.
Heat and humidity made those fabrics feel sticky, clingy, and downright uncomfortable. Cotton outfits became my trusted favorites. They are perfect for staying cool and comfortable.
Don’t Bring Full-Size Toiletries
I used to pack full-size bottles of shampoo, lotion, toothpaste, and bar soap. Over time, I realized that most of these items added unnecessary weight to my suitcase. Many everyday products can also be purchased in Ghana.
Now, I take smaller sizes that last the trip. If I run out, I buy more there.
I also take along travel-size refillable toiletry bottles which are lightweight, leak-proof, and TSA-friendly.
Avoid Clothing That Feels Out of Place
In many parts of Ghana, people dress modestly, especially mature women. Very short shorts, low-cut tops, or overly revealing outfits aren’t commonly worn by older women.
Loose-fitting, comfortable clothing that offers good coverage works best. It feels appropriate and helps you feel relaxed and confident.
Rethink Swimwear Expectations
Many travelers imagine swimming in the ocean when visiting Ghana. But at many beaches, rough waters, strong currents, or rocky areas make swimming unsafe. Pools are the more common option.
One simple, comfortable swimsuit is usually enough, especially if you expect to spend most of your time in hotel pools.
A conservative one-piece swimsuit or simple swim dress (tankini swimsuit) works beautifully for mature travelers.
The Hidden Costs of Overpacking
Overpacking isn’t just a pain to carry – it comes with hidden costs:
- Heavy luggage is harder to lift, move, and manage.
- Exceeding airline limits can mean overweight baggage fees or stressful last-minute adjustments.
- Overpacking adds stress before your trip even begins.
Traveling lighter makes everything easier, from airport navigation to settling into your destination.
Pack Light and Travel Easy
Packing for Ghana doesn’t have to be complicated. The simpler you keep it, the easier your journey becomes.
Over the years, I’ve learned that packing less doesn’t mean sacrificing comfort. It means making thoughtful choices. A lighter suitcase makes travel smoother, less stressful, and far more enjoyable.
These days, I remind myself of that stressful airport moment whenever I start packing. It keeps me focused on what I truly need, and what I need to leave behind.
Traveling in Uncertain Times
Traveling in uncertain times. Stay close to home, or keep exploring?
For the past six or seven years, I’ve made it a habit to take at least one major international trip each year. Travel has never been just a pastime for me. It has been a way of life, a way of learning, and a way of staying connected to the wider world.
But this year, 2026, feels different.
With so much uncertainty in different parts of the world, I find myself pausing in a way I have not before, not out of fear, but out of awareness. There’s fighting in several regions, tensions involving multiple countries, and an overall sense that the world feels less predictable than it once did.
When conflicts involve many nations, travel becomes more complicated, and not just emotionally, but logistically, as well. Air routes can change. Flights can be cancelled. Borders can close. Immigration policies can shift quickly. Even travelers who are not directly involved in any conflict can feel the ripple effects.
These are the kinds of thoughts that now sit quietly in the back of my mind as I consider where to go next.
For the first time in years, it is already April, and I still have not decided on my next international destination. That hesitation alone tells me something has changed, not just in the world, but in how I approach travel.
The Two Perspectives I Am Weighing
Lately, I find myself weighing two very different perspectives.
One option is to stay closer to home and travel within the United States. After all, this is my primary country of residence, and there are certainly many places to see. I have lived in several states including Maryland, Texas, New Jersey, New York, Michigan, and Ohio, and have traveled through California, Virginia, and beyond.
Yet, I must admit something honestly: domestic travel, while convenient, does not carry the same sense of novelty for me as international travel does.
Perhaps it is because I have spent so many years living in different parts of the United States. When I travel abroad, everything feels fresh – the languages, the rhythms of daily life, the warmth of local hospitality, and the cultural richness that comes from stepping into a completely different environment.
International travel, especially to countries in Africa, holds a special place in my heart. Ghana, in particular, feels like a second home. Nigeria also carries deep personal meaning for me. Even now, as I consider my next trip, I find myself leaning toward Kenya. And if not Kenya, perhaps Ireland or Scotland. These are places that have long been on my list.
Traveling During Uncertain Times Is Not New to Me
This is not the first time I have traveled during uncertain times. In fact, one of my most unforgettable travel experiences happened at the very beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic.
In early 2020, I was in Ghana when the world began to change almost overnight.
News reports showed rising cases and deaths across Europe and the United States. While I was there, I traveled briefly to Nigeria and then returned to Ghana, arriving just about twelve hours before the borders closed completely.
Land, air, and sea travel were shut down.
Suddenly, I was in a country where leaving was no longer an option.
For weeks, we watched the news, unsure of what would happen next. Eventually, I was able to leave Ghana on a government-arranged evacuation flight organized by the United States.
Even after landing back in the U.S., the journey was far from normal. Travel across states felt eerie and unsettling. Airports were quiet. Roads were empty. The world felt paused.
That experience taught me something important:
Travel has always carried risk. What changes during uncertain times is not the existence of risk, but our greater awareness of it.
How My Travel Decisions Are Changing
These days, my travel decisions are guided by closer observation and more thoughtful planning.
I listen to the news more carefully. I monitor which countries are involved in conflicts and how those situations might affect flights, flight routes or border policies.
One practical change I now consider more seriously is routing. I prefer direct flights whenever possible. I try to avoid complicated itineraries that pass through regions experiencing instability. These are small decisions, but they make a difference in reducing uncertainty.
Living Fully, Even With Awareness
Despite all of this, I still believe that life must go on.
Travel has always required a willingness to step into the unknown. Even in the best of times, delays happen, weather shifts, and unexpected challenges arise. What feels different now is the scale of uncertainty, not just personal, but global.
Still, I am not ready to stop traveling altogether.
Instead, I find myself approaching travel with a deeper sense of awareness. I am more deliberate. More observant. More willing to pause before making decisions.
Perhaps this will be the year I explore more within the United States. Or perhaps I will find myself boarding a flight to Kenya, Ireland, or Scotland after all. The destination remains undecided, but the desire to travel also remains strong.
For now, I am learning to balance curiosity with caution.
Because while the world may feel uncertain, the desire to explore, to connect, and to experience new places does not disappear. It simply evolves.
And maybe that is what traveling in uncertain times truly looks like. Not stopping completely, but moving forward with greater awareness, wiser choices, and a renewed appreciation for every journey we take.
Why Foot Health Matters When You Travel (Especially in West Africa)
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At this stage in my life, I don’t take my feet for granted. Good foot health means freedom, especially when I travel.
Now in my 70s, I’m grateful for a decision I made years ago: choosing comfort over fashion. I wore high heels in my younger years, but not for long. Over time, I began to prioritize what fit well, what supported my feet, and what allowed me to move with ease. Today, that choice has paid off.
And when I travel, especially to places like Ghana and Nigeria, in West Africa, I am even more intentional. Because there, your feet are not just along for the journey, they carry you through it.
Why Foot Health Matters More Than You Think
Travel, particularly in West Africa, is not always about smooth pavements and predictable paths. You may find yourself walking through busy markets, along uneven roads, across grassy areas, or through wet or dusty terrain.
Add to that long airport walks, standing in lines, and the natural swelling that comes with long-haul flights, and you begin to understand why foot health matters.
When your feet are not comfortable, your entire travel experience changes, and not for the better.
Healthy, protected feet allow you to move confidently, explore freely, and truly enjoy where you are.
Over the years, I’ve learned that the right footwear plays a major role in maintaining foot health while traveling.
The 4 Types of Footwear I Always Travel With
Over time, I’ve learned that a small, thoughtful selection of footwear makes all the difference. These are the four types I always carry.
Comfortable Sneakers (My Go-To)
I always travel in comfortable sneakers. For me, that usually means lightweight, breathable, slip-on styles – something like these cushioned walking sneakers that are easy to put on and take off, especially at the airport.
I prefer shoes that look like they have laces but don’t, and I often choose black because it goes with everything.
More importantly, I look for shoes that allow my feet to breathe and have a little give. When you travel, your feet can swell and having that extra room makes a big difference.
Sneakers also protect my feet whether I’m walking through busy open-air markets, navigating uneven roads, or exploring areas where the terrain is unpredictable. They shield my feet from dust, insects, and anything else I might encounter along the way.
When I travel, I want my feet covered, protected, and comfortable, especially on long flights and busy travel days.
On flights, I always wear socks with my sneakers. Often, I choose compression socks for travel, which help with circulation and keep my feet comfortable during long journeys.
Sandals (When the Setting Is Right)
There are times when I want my feet to breathe, especially in warm weather. That’s when I reach for a good pair of comfortable travel sandals that work well with dresses, skirts, capris, as well as jeans.
But I wear them selectively. Sandals are best for smoother environments, such as indoors, at a mall, or in places where I know the terrain is easy.
In more rugged settings, I avoid them. Sandals can catch on uneven ground, and they don’t offer the same level of protection as sneakers.
Elegant Flats (For Dressier Moments)
I also carry a simple pair of elegant dress flats for those occasions when I want to look a bit more polished.
They allow me to dress up without compromising comfort, which is something I value more and more these days.
Sturdy Flip-Flops (A Small but Essential Item)
This may seem simple, but flip-flops are one of my essentials. I always take along slip-resistant flip-flops.
I use them indoors so I don’t track dirt from outside shoes into living spaces. I also use them in the shower, especially in unfamiliar places, because I prefer not to stand barefoot on those surfaces.
They’re easy to clean, quick to dry, and useful in so many situations, from the shower to the beach. They provide better traction in wet areas, which adds a layer of safety and peace of mind, which is a very important consideration at my age.
Lessons I’ve Learned About Foot Health
One of the best decisions I made years ago was to stop prioritizing fashion over comfort. That choice has stayed with me, and today, I see the benefits clearly.
Healthy feet are not something you fix later. They are something you protect over time.
Choosing comfort is not giving up style, it is about choosing longevity.
Simple Tips for Keeping Your Feet Healthy While Traveling
- Choose breathable, flexible shoes
- Allow room for swelling during travel
- Protect your feet in unfamiliar environments
- Keep a pair of indoor or shower shoes
- Select comfort first – style can follow
- Wear moisture-wicking socks when traveling
Closing Thoughts
Travel is meant to be enjoyed. It’s meant to be experienced fully, without unnecessary discomfort.
And when your feet are supported, protected, and comfortable, you move differently. You walk longer. You explore more. You feel at ease.
In the end, taking care of your feet is not just about health – it’s about freedom.
Preparing thoughtfully makes all the difference, which is why I also share more essentials in my article on 5 Simple Things I Now Always Pack for Long Haul Travel.
5 Simple Things I Now Always Pack for Long-Haul Travel
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There was a time when I packed for every possible scenario, just in case.
Over time, and after traveling back and forth between the U.S. and West Africa, I’ve learned something simpler:
It’s not about packing more.
It’s about packing better.
There are a few things I now carry with me every single time, not out of habit, but because experience has taught me their value.
1. My Essentials (Health Comes First)
I never travel without my medications, so I make sure to cover my entire stay, plus a little extra.
They stay in their original, labeled containers, tucked safely into my carry-on. It’s one of those things you hope you won’t need urgently, but you’re always glad to have handled the matter properly.
Alongside that, I also carry:
- my anti-malarial medication
- and something for traveler’s diarrhea
Not glamorous, but absolutely necessary.
2. A Few Small Comforts for the Flight
Long-haul flights have taught me to respect comfort.
Compression socks (#CommissionsEarned) have made a noticeable difference for me, especially on those long stretches in the air. They’re a small thing, but one I no longer skip.
And then there’s my shawl.
It has served me as:
- a light blanket on cold flights
- a wrap on cool evenings
- and occasionally, a respectful cover in more conservative settings
One simple item with many uses.
3. Staying Connected (Without Stress)
My phone, of course, is essential, but I’ve learned not to rely on just that.
I always travel with:
- my chargers
- a mobile charging bank (#CommissionsEarned)
- and a mobile Wi-Fi device (#CommissionsEarned)
There’s a certain peace of mind that comes from knowing you can stay connected when you need to, without any issues.
4. The “Just in Case” Items I’ve Learned to Respect
Experience has humbled me in this area.
I now always pack:
- my prescription glasses (even though I wear contacts most of the time)
- an extra contact lens case
- and enough contact lens solution to last my trip
Because losing a contact lens or lens case in the middle of a journey is not an experience I care to repeat.
5. Comfort You Can Walk In
These days, I choose comfort, but I still like a touch of elegance.
I usually pack:
- a pair of flat, comfortable shoes that work with dresses or shorts
- and my go-to Skechers sneakers (#CommissionsEarned) for walking
Because no matter where you are, being able to move comfortably makes all the difference.
A Few Final Things I Quietly Appreciate
There are always a few extras that find their way into my bag:
A simple, unscented deodorant (not always easy to find everywhere)
A cotton handkerchief – it’s still one of the best things for hot, humid days
And a small notebook, (#CommissionsEarned) because I often find myself wanting to write while I’m away
Nothing complicated. Just thoughtful.
Final Thoughts
I’ve learned that packing well isn’t about being prepared for everything.
It’s about understanding what matters to you.
These days, I travel a little lighter, a little wiser, and with far fewer “just in case” items.
But the few things I do carry?
I carry them with intention.
Reversing the Lens: Africans in China, Chinese in Africa
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Since the 1980s, I have been aware of Chinese migrants in places like Nigeria and Ghana.
You see them. Not in one place, but everywhere, in small, steady ways. In markets. Walking along the roadside. Sitting quietly in hotel lobbies. Riding motorcycles. Sometimes accompanied by a local assistant, sometimes moving about on their own.
Over the years, their presence has become part of the landscape.
You see them working on large infrastructure projects such as roads, highways, and overhead bridges. You notice Chinese lettering on shipping containers. You see Chinese-owned shops, restaurants, and commercial spaces like the China Mall in Accra.
They are not fully integrated, for the most part. Many keep to themselves, as communities often do in unfamiliar places. But they are undeniably present. Living. Working. Building lives.
And like any presence of this scale, it is layered.
There are opportunities and partnerships. There is trade. There are also tensions around issues like illegal mining (galamsey), fishing practices, and the exploitation of natural resources such as timber.
Both realities exist at the same time.
Over time, you also begin to notice quieter shifts. Intercultural relationships. Marriages. Children of mixed heritage. Life, in all its complexity, finding its way forward.
And so, for many years, I observed all of this without questioning it too deeply.
It was simply part of the rhythm of everyday life.
Reversing the Question
What happens when we reverse the lens?
If Ghana and many parts of Africa are open, welcoming, and relatively accessible to foreign entrepreneurs and migrants, what happens in the opposite direction?
What is the experience of Africans who move to China?
Is the welcome the same?
Is the openness mutual?
Is the ease of building a life comparable?
A Book That Made Me Pause
That question stayed with me.
So when noted Nigerian travel writer, Pelu Awofeso, mentioned the book Black Ghosts: A Journey into the Lives of Africans in China, written by Noo Saro-Wiwa, #CommissionsEarned, on LinkedIn, I was immediately intrigued and I bought it without hesitation.
Reading it has been like stepping into a totally different world.
Through her explorations and writing, neighborhoods in China come alive via markets, apartment blocks, and gathering places where African migrants live and work. Her descriptions are so vivid that I often feel as though I am walking alongside her.
There is even a place informally known as “Chocolate City” in Guangzhou – a reference that, in many parts of the world, signals a concentration of Black life and culture.
I had never imagined such a place existing in China.
And yet, there it is.
What I Noticed
What struck me most was not just the setting it was the atmosphere too.
As I read, I could feel the tension in certain moments. The uncertainty. The careful navigation required to live in a place where your presence can feel precarious. Or is unlawful.
It made me reflect more deeply on contrast.
Because while Chinese migrants in Ghana may face challenges, they are, on the whole, able to establish businesses, move about with relative freedom, and build visible lives.
The experience described in Black Ghosts suggests something more complicated, and at times definitely more constrained and inhospitable for Africans in China.
A Quiet Reflection
And so I found myself returning to a thought I have long held:
On the whole, Africans are among the most welcoming, accommodating, and hospitable people in the world.
Not perfectly. Not without tension. But broadly, and consistently.
Reading this book has not given me all the answers.
But it has sharpened the question.
And sometimes, that is where understanding begins.
Light Creeping In
The day does not begin with a sudden burst from night to morning. No, it arrives slowly, like a gentle visitor easing its way into the world.
Dark skies shift first to deep gray, then to silver blue. Dramatic streaks of red and orange slice through the horizon, while soft swaths of pale-yellow filter downward. From my bed, I watch the light’s gradual entrance, its beams dancing across the tall teak closet at the foot of my bed.
The wood’s natural swirls of rich browns, soft golds, and warm tans, come alive under the golden glow. The windowpanes behind me cast a crisscross of light across the doors, and the patterns shimmer, flicker, and then fade as the sun climbs higher.
Outside, the brilliance of sunrise retreats into the full blaze of day. The closet remains, still beautiful, but somehow less magical without the sun’s fleeting stamp of gold.
No matter. Sunrise always returns, bringing its eternal reminder: beauty is not only seen in the light of day, but in those in-between moments when night surrenders to morning and the world awakens to possibility.
This reflection is part of my Listening to the Day series exploring the quiet unfolding of mornings in Ghana. Here’s another one you might like: The Neighborhood Awakens.
Inside Ghana’s Centre for Plant Medicine Research
For years, I’ve been curious about plant medicine, not the vague, unregulated kind, but the scientific kind. The kind that asks real questions, such as:
- What’s actually in the plant?
- How does it work in the body?
- What’s the correct dosage?
- And most importantly – is it safe?
That curiosity led me to Ghana’s Centre for Plant Medicine Research, a national institution quietly doing rigorous, evidence-based work at the intersection of traditional knowledge and modern science.
What I discovered during my visit and interview surprised me in the best way.
This is Not Folk Medicine. It’s Research.
Let me be clear about something right from the start.
The Centre for Plant Medicine Research is not a collection of backyard remedies or spiritual healing practices. It is a scientific research institution staffed by highly trained professionals: botanists, agronomists, pharmacologists, microbiologists, chemists, and medical doctors, many with advanced degrees and dual training in both orthodox and herbal medicine.
Here, medicinal plants are treated the same way pharmaceutical drugs are treated elsewhere: They are identified, tested, standardized, and regulated.
Researchers don’t just say a plant “works.” They isolate its active chemical compounds, measure concentration, study how those compounds interact in the body, and test for safety, toxicity, and microbial contamination.
From Field to Formula
One of the most fascinating aspects of the Centre’s work is how methodical the process is.
It begins with plant identification and conservation. The Centre maintains multiple conservation sites and herbaria – living libraries of medicinal plants – ensuring that species are accurately identified and sustainably cultivated. This is especially important in Ghana and across West Africa, where overharvesting has pushed some medicinal plants toward extinction.
Once harvested, plant materials move through a carefully controlled pipeline:
- Phytochemical analysis to identify active ingredients
- Microbiological testing to ensure safety
- Dosage formulation to prevent over, or under-treatment
- Clinical observation and trials where appropriate
Only after passing through these stages can a product move forward.
FDA Approved
One of the most reassuring things I learned is that all Centre-produced medicines go through Ghana’s rigorous FDA approval process. This means they are tested, reviewed, and certified before reaching the public.
This matters, especially for people like me, who want alternatives to Western prescriptions but still value regulation, data, and safety.
Many of the Centre’s formulations address conditions that are increasingly common both in Ghana and abroad:
- Hypertension
- Diabetes and pre-diabetes
- Stress-related conditions
- Digestive issues
- Immune support
- Chronic infections
- And many other conditions that affect people in Africa and globally
The approach is often slower and more gradual than Western pharmaceuticals, but is also gentler on the body, with fewer aggressive side effects when used correctly and under medical guidance.
Doctors Trained in Both Worlds
Another detail that stood out: All of the clinicians working at the Centre are fully trained medical doctors who later specialized in herbal medicine. Others begin in herbal medicine and receive extensive biomedical training.
Patients visiting the Centre’s outpatient clinic (OPD) undergo proper consultations, vital checks, lab testing, and follow-ups, just as they would in a conventional hospital. If a condition requires orthodox treatment, patients are referred accordingly.
This is not an “either/or” model. It’s integrative medicine, grounded in evidence.
Why This Matters, Especially Now
Around the world, more people are questioning one-size-fits-all healthcare. They want options. They want transparency. They want treatments that work with the body, not just override symptoms.
The Centre for Plant Medicine Research offers something rare: A scientifically credible model for traditional medicine in a modern healthcare system.
For me personally, this visit wasn’t just educational. It was affirming. I left with a deeper respect for what’s possible when ancestral knowledge is honored and tested, rather than dismissed or blindly accepted.
Plant medicine doesn’t have to be mysterious to be powerful. Here in Ghana, it’s being studied, measured, and practiced with care.
If you’re curious to learn more about the work being done at Ghana’s Centre for Plant Medicine Research, you can visit their official website here.
A Soft Haven in Accra: My Afternoon at Yena’s Nest
When I stepped through the gate at Yena’s Nest, I felt like I was walking into someone’s home. It felt that way, because I was.
There was no stiff reception desk, no forced smiles, no sense that you were just another passing guest. Instead, Yena and her husband, K.K., welcomed me like an old friend who’d come back after a long journey.
I had come to learn more about this little bed and breakfast (B&B) tucked inside a quiet Accra neighborhood, but I left with so much more than notes for an article. I left with a reminder that true hospitality isn’t just about sheets and pillows and breakfast buffets. It’s about people. It’s about a woman who treats every traveler like an unexpected cousin, a friend, family, and who quietly shows us that home can follow us anywhere in the world.
A Dream Rooted in Wanderlust
Over tea in their cozy living room, the kind of space where you automatically sink in and start talking about life, Yena told me how this place came to be. She spoke about her love for travel, her hunger to see the world – the same spirit that made her buy the house before even telling K.K. She laughs about that now, but you can feel the quiet pride too.
Together, they turned this building into a soft landing spot for travelers from every corner. Each piece of furniture, every warm touch, says: Stay as long as you like. You’re family now.
Not Just a Bed
What sets Yena’s Nest apart isn’t just its tidy rooms or its convenient location, though both are true. It’s the way Yena herself is woven into every stay. She cooks. She chats. She’ll babysit your child so you can slip away for an hour of freedom. She might even teach you how to stir up a proper Ghanaian stew, right there in her open kitchen.
When guests arrive, she tells me, they stop being “guests.” They become an extension of her family. And you believe her, because you can feel that this is not a marketing tagline. It’s how she lives.
Where Stories Gather
One of my favorite moments came when she spoke about her guests’ stories – the families with young children, the missionaries from Korea, the solo wanderers seeking a peaceful corner of Accra. Some find their way here after searching for Airbnbs online; some, she says, simply knock on the door and hope for a room.
She laughs about gently turning away the kinds of guests who are looking for an hour stay. “That’s not us,” she says firmly, with a protective smile. “This is a home.”
More Than the Bed and Breakfast
Yena’s Nest is just the beginning. They’re dreaming bigger: a campsite near Wli Waterfalls in the Volta Region, a hostel for budget travelers. Even her farm where she’s learning to coax rice and coconuts from the land, feels connected to her vision of giving people somewhere to belong.
A Place I’ll Return To
I left Yena’s Nest with my notebook full, but my heart was full too. I came to spotlight a guesthouse. I left with the warmth of people who believe in taking care of strangers like family. That’s the kind of story I want my readers to know. That’s the kind of place I’ll return to. It’s the kind of place I’ll take you along with me, page by page.
If you ever find yourself in Accra, craving more than just a bed for the night, find your way to Yena’s door. She’ll open it like she’s been waiting for you all along.
