WANDERSTYLE || HATS IN AFRICA

Tall palm trees, clear blue skies with a cloudy hint of grey hues.

The palm fronds kept waving at me. 

"Is this how it is at home? or is this the bonus of wandering? i wondered.

It's been two days since my road trip. I love not having to be home. I love the mystery the streets offer. The unfamiliar feel of everything around me. I can smell fulfillment from finally doing this.

Me and my travel buddies have come to associate two beautiful things to the city of Accra.

Colours and Contentment...maybe even patience.

Ghanaians are not the nicest of people, like Nigerians they are extremists.

The nice ones are super nice, the angry ones are over the top and the list goes on in that manner.

However, some of these opinions and perspectives can be blamed on noise..that is language barrier or even accent barrier.

Heyssss; doesn't work here. No matter how loud no one is going to answer you.

*LANGUAGE BARRIER* right?

They would rather call you Empress* this part I found funny.

Ghanaians are touchy people, they think it is okay to tap, hold and touch you while communicating or trying to communicate.

they reminded me so much of the vendors in yaba market in this aspect.

Most of the people here take things slow, the bus and cab rides are way too slow for a Lagos Bred like I, but on the brighter side I'm conscious that I'm on holidays which makes the 18 hours spent on the road to this city worth it.

The colours on the street of Accra have a tale to tell, *beautiful, rich, different and explosive.

The Ghanaians love colours and aren't afraid of it. 

They are a bland people but their walls, cabs, streets are full of colours and I'm still in awe of such a beautiful city.

I really didn't do much, yes, I tried their jollof rice but it isn't as good as ours, we all agreed.

I also scored some fashion bargains, the very highlight of every fashion lover or bloggers life.

Somewhere in between all these wandering, I slept and woke up at my own time without feeling sorry for myself.

I couldn't have asked for better travel buddies.

Maybe I could, who knows but I really couldn't have.

T is a gee, always ready to play photographer, explore the city and catch an extra hour or two in bed.

A was my go to for making up fantasies and fictions and I had so much fun doing that spending most of our conversations laughing so hard.

I on the other hand, remained the girl trying to check every buy and making sure there is a bargain and that it is right because well the travel purse is nothing next to the wanderlust and the ever expanding wander list.

Can I cross three cities off my list though?

Benin

The city where the bus still felt like a cave and I watched vintage bags walk past me on the arms of the vendors. 

I also saw a large warehouse full of cartoons of frozen chicken and turkey that would soon find its way to our houses and even our stomachs.

Lome, Togo

The city of palm trees and ladies on scooters and bikes with their hand bags hanging from the stirrings and their headties almost as big as ours.

I met a nice guy who sold me the most perfectly fitted jeans for 400naira.

This is an abstract of the first two days of my road trip to Accra, Ghana.

hope you like it.

Check out more pictures on my instagram page @dee_mako and by following the hashtag #DATvsGH #DeetakesGH #Deetour

what is the farthest place you've gone by road?

I'm wearing

Shirt: @thehdhqv

shorts: Old

Shandals: Daltimore

Bag: Zashadu

inner top *Bikini: @thehdhqv

wristwatch: swatch

sunnies: @thehdhqv