The morning sun was gentle over Takoradi, painting the sky in soft gold as I made my way to the Bisa Aberwa Museum — a place I had heard described as “where Africa’s story speaks without words.”…
The morning breeze carried a hint of salt and sunshine as I stepped onto Busua Beach — a stretch of golden sand that seemed to glow beneath the West African sun. The waves rolled in gently, steady and rhythmic, as if the ocean itself was breathing…
The road to Nzulezu is more than a journey — it’s an awakening. As the car slows to a stop near the quiet village of Beyin, the landscape opens into shimmering wetlands, and your adventure begins with a wooden canoe gliding gently across the still waters.
The moment you step into Takoradi Market Circle, the city greets you with color, rhythm, and life. The air is alive with the aroma of spices, roasted plantains, and fresh fish — mingling with laughter, chatter, and the hum of daily trade…
Standing quietly along the coast of Takoradi is Fort Orange, its weathered walls whispering stories from centuries past. The sea crashes softly against the rocks below…
