I have got used to buying nearly everything from markets. I
visit 3 different ones regularly, in Nadowli, Jirapa and Wa. I don’t have many
photos of them as I am usually preoccupied with searching for what I need.
Also, the taking of pictures is not welcomed, largely, and I don’t want to
upset these women. It is amazing how I can find almost everything I need on one
or two small stalls to allow me to cook a whole meal. Over this time I have
become used to eating Ghanaian staple foods that that I found quite repulsive 2
years ago.
Pito sellers are there in their numbers having brewed their
local beer over days. A calabash is delicious and nourishing and I shall
certainly miss it. Some people enjoy it too much, of course, so market days involve
some strange conversations, usually with old men who address me with a string
of unintelligible Dagaare and then laugh hysterically when I try to respond.
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