Francisca Issaka was my student 42 years ago and 40 years ago was when we last saw each other. When I went to Bolga this fall, she was in the US, in Ohio, where her daughter lives. Francisca visits the US often and was here for six years when she got her master’s degree from Denver University. Each time she visited, she looked for me. We laughed at the irony that I was here in Bolga, and she was there in the US.
Francisca made a Ghanaian dinner for me and cooked my favorite FraFra foods.
Francisca Making The Sauce for the Meat
Beef Sauce for the Jollof Rice
Groundnut Stew for the T-Zed
The Table Set for Dinner
The Place Setting: The Napkin Cloth Is From Bolga. I Bought the Whole Cloth, Instead of the Usual Few Yards, To Use For Making a New Dress, the Eight Napkins and a Table Runner. The Stools holding the Napkins Are Small Replicas of the Stools Which Represent the Powers of Ashanti Chiefs.
Francisca and Me; I am wearing the dress my students gave me.
Clare, Amber and Tim, my Nephew
The Bounty of the Meal
Mike, My Nephew, Intent Upon Dinner
Jollof Rice and Its Beef Sauce
Guinea Fowl Which I Ordered On-Line. It Was A Hit With the Crowd. It Was, Just As It Would Have Been in Ghana, Eaten With Our Hands; However, We, Unlike the Ghanaians, Did Not Eat the Bones.
I'm Wearing that Silly Hat Which Sang and Danced. That's a Fugu, a Ghanaian Smock, I'm Wearing. I Bought It In the Bolga Market.
Gracie Enjoyed the Company and the Guinea Fowl Sneaked to Her at Dinner.
Francisca and Mike-A Reprieve Before Dessert