What it was Like Living in a Clay Hut in Ghana
When concrete walls are no longer your safe heaven
Dust was all around us. The sky looked gray but there were no clouds. Harmattan season they called it when the Sahara sand was covering the sky. It was cooler too. The locals wouldn’t sleep outside anymore but inside their clay huts. I still left my mattress outside believing there were fewer scorpions and insects to crawl over me while sleeping outside of the room.
It’s been a few years now since I left Ghana. But those memories are still having a special place in my heart. I lived with the locals in their clay huts. We were cooking on the floor always fighting off the chicken with our feet.
It was very different from how I grew up. Life in the very north of Ghana. It was basic, very basic. But the simplicity of life over there taught me how little we actually need in life. How little we need to survive but also how little we need to be happy.
Life in a host family
I was staying with a host family in a small town. A sandy road was leading into the village and over that red dirt track, I took the…
