The crack of muskets rolls across Ada’s coastline, and for a moment, history feels close enough to touch. Every year, from the last Thursday in July...
The first sound is impossible to ignore. A burst from ceremonial muskets rolls across the coastal plains of Ada, followed by the rhythmic beat of drums...
By mid-morning, the streets of Accra are already vibrating with drumbeats. Women wrapped in bright cloth move in groups through narrow lanes, children weave through the...
