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Ghana Nostalgia :(

Two days ago, I got back to Kampala from a two weeks long training in Accra, Ghana.

I have never had the privilege of interacting with that many awesome people in one place. This fact has me missing GIMPA (Ghana Institute of Management & Public Administration) like one would miss their home.

From left: Lucy, Me, Rumbi & Susan
I miss Lucy & Susan with whom I got up to some mild mischief :)...the three of us were so joined to the hip that the rest of the participants were calling us, 'The Three Musketeers' or 'Charlie's Angels' :)

I miss Rumbi. She is such an inspiring woman. Young, strong, ambitious and blessed with a heart of compassion for people.

Me, Mustapha, Samuel

I miss Mustapha who, despite his age and experience is such a down-to-earth, humourous man. He is such a great dancer too! :)

I miss Samuel, who was silent for most of the time but when he began to talk, cracked some rib-breaking jokes.

The legendary Max shoulder :)
I miss Maxwell who is such a gentle soul it almost hurts :) He has a very comfortable shoulder, too.

I miss David. He made me laugh, took care of me when I was not feeling well, encouraged me to wake up every morning to exercise, and was generally simply kind to me.



Lucy & David having a good laugh



Rushaiya, Me & Mama
I miss Rushaiya, a young woman going places. She is brilliant, fun and beautiful. She herded the gals to a nice club on our last night in Ghana and we had a real blast!

And then, I miss Mama Dzidoasi, the coolest queen mother I have ever had the opportunity to meet. She is independent, decisive and all the example one needs of an up and coming strong leader.

I could go on and on, I mean, we were 45 participants and there are some facilitators that were pretty memorable too, but, I think I have made my point :) I enjoyed every day I spent in 'Azonto' land and I hope I will be going back soon.

Ye da mo ase my Ghanaian friends for the hospitality.

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  1. awww.. i approve of this post :-)
    thanks to everyone who made my sister's stay there as awesome as she says it was :-) :-) :-)

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  2. Nice post. Lucy you forgot to mention my nam:-) lol! Was really a nice xperience. Miss all you guys

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  3. Nice post. Lynn you forgot to mention my name-:)) lol.. Was really a nice xperience

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  4. Ghana really touched us in a special way! It was a pleasure getting to know you. :)

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  5. Oh Ghana was like the awesomest experience. I miss my Charlie's angels, Enoch a.k.a mr. Azonto, must alpha my darling, Clement;sweetest and kindest guy I have ever met, chikondi and everyone with their crazy self. Sometimes I dream of you guys

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