I never forget Ghana's Independence Day. I lived in this West African country as a child from 1972 to 1975, in Kumasi, the capital of the Ashanti region. It was a great place to be a kid.
My memories are rich. The thick, moist air, the abundance of lizards. Gold weights and kente cloth. Stories about Ananse, the Spider. Exploring the bush, the lush vegetation. Fufu. Choice insults in Twi, the Ashanti language. The experience of being the only white kid in my class at Prempeh College, a top secondary school in the country. The beautiful, warm people.
Ghana became independent in 1957. It was the first African country to win its freedom. It's had some tough times since then, but overall has done really well. It recently had a close election and a peaceful transition of power, a rare thing in Africa. Another sign that Ghana is a leader in Africa.
I always feel pride on Ghana's independence day. It may not be my country, but it has somehow become a part of me.