It is a warm Accra evening in May. On every morning and afternoon of my almost two-week stay there, the weather is unbearably humid and close. And the only escape from it is the ubiquitous air conditioning. Air-conditioned buses. Air-conditioned hotels. Air-conditioned auditoriums. But once the sun sets, the heat that it passes through the Atlantic Ocean begins to recede.  A short reprieve. As if … Continue reading The Inimitable Ama Ata Aidoo