Why I Travel to Ghana to Rest My Spirit
I’ve traveled to Ghana almost every year for the past seven years. I might have missed a year somewhere in between, but Ghana keeps calling me back. At first, I went for business. Now, I go for my peace.
The very first time I went, it was just a vacation. My mom had gone before me, and when she came back, she spoke a lot about how much she loved it, especially her time in Accra and a little town called Hohoe. She said, “I think you’d really like Ghana.”
And she was right.
From my very first visit, Ghana reminded me of Nigeria, where I grew up, especially Enugu, the town that shaped so many of my early memories. The sights, the sounds, the rhythm of daily life… it all felt familiar. Ghana has that same warmth, that same sense of community.
How It All Began
My mom had met a Ghanaian reverend sister, and through her, I met the sister’s younger sister, Celestine. At the time, I owned a little African import store in the U.S., and Celestine became one of my suppliers. I’d order handmade products from Ghana, and she’d ship them to me.
When I finally decided to visit Ghana, Celestine said, “You can stay with us.” I didn’t know a soul in the country, but I took her up on it. That trip turned into something I never expected. It opened a new chapter in my life.
Celestine and I became close friends, and later, business partners. We started a small travel consultancy together. She handled things on the ground in Ghana, and I worked with clients in the U.S. For a few years, my trips were all about business.
But somewhere along the way, things shifted.
From Business to Blessing
As I started slowing down in my work, my trips to Ghana became less about meetings and more about meaning. Ghana became my space to breathe again—to quiet my mind, rest my body, and just be.
You see, life in the U.S. moves fast. Too fast sometimes. You blink, and weeks disappear. But Ghana? Ghana moves differently. People take their time. They talk to you, really talk to you. There’s warmth and community in the air. It’s a gentler pace, and I love that.
When I land in Accra, I can feel my body immediately relax. The noise and rush I left behind in the U.S. fade away, and something in me settles.
The Simple Joys That Heal
And then there’s the food. Oh, the food!
In Ghana, I eat fresh and eat well. Fruits and vegetables straight from the farm. Real food with real flavor. There are fewer additives, fewer chemicals, and more goodness. I eat to my heart’s content and somehow still lose weight. My body thanks me for it. My mind clears. I sleep better.
And if it’s rainy season? Even better. The rain has a rhythm I love. It’s soothing, steady, musical. The air smells fresh. The earth feels alive. The rain reminds me that rest, too, is nourishment.
The Energy of the Land
Everything about Ghana fills me up, from the beaches lined with coconut palms, to the rolling hills and waterfalls, and the sound of laughter and music. I’m drawn to water and green spaces, and Ghana has plenty of both. I drink coconut water straight from the shell, watch the waves roll in, and think, this is how life should feel.
Being in Ghana helps me remember what’s truly important. There’s peace there, real, grounding peace. I’m not bombarded by dark or violent news every day. I’m not racing from one thing to the next. I just am.
My Kind of Reset
These days, I’m not organizing full tours or marketing small group trips anymore. I’ve stepped back a bit. I still consult here and there, and I love helping people experience Ghana for themselves, but now I do it at my own pace.
Now, when I travel to Ghana, it’s not about work, it’s about wellness. About reconnecting with who I am at my core. I travel to Ghana because it resets my spirit. It’s my refresh button.
Every time I go, I come back feeling lighter, inspired, and re-energized. My creativity wakes up again. I get new ideas about living fully, writing boldly, and of course, traveling deeper.
Ghana gives me that. And that’s why I keep going back.
